“How do you usually… I mean, what’s the best position?” mumbled the boy.
I quickly got onto my hands and knees and opened the cheeks of my arse. I felt Christopher gently touching my hole. “You want some lube… inside?”
“Yeah, just one finger. I’m pretty tight.”
He laughed. I heard a squirting sound and then I felt him pushing some Intensive Care into my opening.
“Hope this isn’t gonna hurt.”
I felt the head of his cock invading my opening. There was a momentary spasm of pain which faded and blurred into pleasure as I felt my muscles beginning to welcome the boy’s cock. Then he slowly pushed his shaft in right up to the hilt.
“Aw, fuck!”
“What’s wrong Christopher? Tell me if—”
“You should’ve said – You should’ve told me it would feel so great!”
“Well, I have been dropping the odd hint—”
“Wow!”
Now he was thrusting wildly and at the same time his hand reached round so he could wank my cock vigorously.
From that moment for the next few hours we fucked all over the cottage and out in the garden. With a kind of joyous hilarity we adopted every position we could think of. At six o’clock in the morning we were still going. It seemed as if Christian’s cock had taken on a life of its own and it couldn’t get enough of my now loosening arse. We were back in the bed, I was sitting astride Christopher, we were face to face and he had his cock rammed up my arse. He was wanking me at the same time and at last I came and splashed all over his chest. I suddenly remembered that it was Sunday morning and in a few short hours we were due at the theatre for a run through of Cabaret.
We’d been fucking non-stop for five hours and my arse felt as open as the road tunnel that goes under Sydney Harbour. I’d read stories about guys who had been fucked so much they could hardly walk. I’d thought it was just typical queeny exaggeration. Now I knew the truth.
Christopher was walking towards the Bijou with me. “I guess I must be gay after all” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth. Then he chortled his cheeky spikey boyish laugh.
I let my mind ripple through time like a flashback (or flash forward?) in an old black and white movie. Now I had my Burmese boy’s seven and a half inch cock gliding up my arse in the Corus Hotel. We changed position several times, sometimes I was flat on my stomach, then with my legs in the air, then lying on my side… this went on for at least two hours. Then I asked Adrian to sit on the end of the bed. I carefully sat on his cock, let it glide up and down, then I started to bounce up and down. The boy’s cock was whooshing up and down my passage. And I was getting great exercise, building up the muscles in my legs. Who needed to go to the gym? A win-win situation!
“You think we should try fucking standing up Adrian?”
“Of course Godfather!”
With that we were fucking all over the room… with me at times lifting my leg and resting it on a chair so the boy could get greater access. After an hour of this Adrian gave me a big grin.
“I’d like to see you cum Godfather.”
We both knelt on the bed and I started wanking my medium sized cock. The boy held my balls with one hand whilst he inserted the index finger of the other up my arse. I was on the brink!
“Take over please Godson!”
He pulled at my foreskin vigorously and I could hold back no longer. I was splashing cum all over his chest and face. I’ve always found that I can squirt a lot more if I have “helping hands” as it were. After this my Godson pushed his cock up my now causeway-like hole and started fucking again. After a while he shouted:
“I’m coming Godfather! You want it in your arse or in your mouth?”
“Mouth!”
I was just in time. I twisted my body round so that Adrian could shove his cock into my mouth just as he started spurting.
Feeling satisfied and perhaps a little deflated Adrian and I enjoyed a few more Tiger beers from the fridge. After a while I gathered that the boy wanted to sleep over. It was too late for him to go back to the flat he shared with his sister. This was fine with me.
The beer was starting to have its effect. What am I doing? Here was I in a foreign, exotic city about to sleep with a young man I hardly knew. Hardly knew? Well, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. We’d been fucking for several hours after all. But I started to get flustered. What if I lost my wallet, my credit cards? My passport. I started to fuss around while more and more Tigers were downed. Clumsily I hid my wallet and precious passport in my pillow slip.
The following morning Adrian and I went down to breakfast… with plenty of “Whoops!” reactions along the way. In the restaurant there was a delicious mix of British-style and Asian dishes. I was scooping up my scrambled egg when I noticed that one of Adrian’s eyes was terribly bloodshot. I was curious. We’d only been drinking beer, not spirits and I was sure the boy wasn’t on drugs. And it was only one eye!
“Darling, your eye. It’s terribly bloodshot.”
“It’s all your fault Godfather.”
“My fault?”
“I caught a jet of your cum in this eye.”
His laughter peeled out over the restaurant and there was the tinkling of glassware.
CHAPTER FIVE: Mainly About Balls
Visited Steamworks in Perth the other month. This is now the only gay sauna operating in the city. It’s one of the few saunas in Australia where you can actually buy a beer or a glass of wine in the cafe-bar. Steamworks has a fairly large jacuzzi, one sizeable wet sauna and a much smaller dry sauna. This is adjacent to the communal showers and it has a window in the door so, if the desire takes you, you can observe guys at their ablutions. The sauna also has a very dark maze with several passages leading into play areas and two or three glory holes – more about these later. Elsewhere in Steamworks there are many rooms, most are free but a few are hired out for an extra fee and they contain features such comfortable double beds and monitors showing porn. A couple of the rooms have slings, but it’s usually older guys with guts that would put pregnant women to shame that lie in contraptions, spreading their legs and offering their arses to all comers. I tend to by-pass these sling areas. Talking about offering arses, in the maze area there is a room where, on busy days, one or two younger guys usually kneel on a bench and stick their spread arses in the air, offering their holes to all comers. Sometimes there’s a queue of boys patiently waiting their turn, gently wanking their cocks to keep them hard. Obviously if you are going to join the queue it’s wise to grab a condom from the dispenser.
One of the rooms has walls that are completely covered in mirrors which, depending on the guys being reflected, can be extremely erotic. Gay porn is shown on monitors throughout the complex as well as conventional television. Condoms and lube dispensers are freely available in every room and maze area.
Steamworks is one of those saunas that never really changes. Unlike Asian gay saunas there are no regular theme nights, such as Nude Night, G-String Night, or cock measuring sessions to gain admittance like one place I came across in Hong Kong. Occasionally they’ll have a Young Guy Concession Night, but that’s it, so it can get a bit boring after a while. However it’s not a problem if you are travelling through Perth and are only likely to visit on a few occasions. The staff in the bar and in reception are usually friendly and helpful however there is one sour senior citizen on the staff who can have a bit of an Attitude. All in all Steamworks can be recommended.
Getting back to my most recent visit – after showering I went into the small dry sauna. There was one young guy already in there and from his tanned-all-over body you could tell that he was a beach or pool devotee. Mr Tanned was sitting on a bench slowly pulling his uncut cock. I sat next to him. After watching him at work for a while I decided to find out if he wanted a hand. I gently touched his thigh. He flashed me a big smile and said “That’s OK but I’m looking after myself at the moment. But thanks for the offer.” I watched him continue with his stroking. After a while he looked at me and said: “You can hold my balls if you want.” I did want so I took them in my hand. They were in low-hanging mode and I found this interesting. I was able to gently roll them around. My Burmese boyfriend has very tight balls usually which have a very cute appearance but obviously you can’t manipulate them as much. Mr Tanned appeared to be enjoying my grasp. After a while he murmured: “You can wank me now if you want.” I took his rather large and fairly thick cock in hand. “Just do it slowly. I just want to be wanked at the moment, I don’t want to be sucked.” So I sat there in the dry sauna pulling Mr Tanned’s uncut cock for the next twenty minutes or so. I especially appreciated the thick foreskin and wondered what it would be like to stick my tongue through the lips. Finally Mr Tanned said: “Gotta have a rest – I want to hold out until much nearer closing time but thanks for the help anyway.”