Several years ago I paid my first visit to a sauna at the mature age of forty. The business I was in held a yearly exhibition in Switzerland in early spring, and the city that the trade show was held in was rather small and boring. In prior years I had always stayed in that city but finally decided to rather stay in Zurich, commuting to and fro from the small city on a daily basis for the duration of my visit.
On the day of my arrival in Zurich, the plane landed, as always, early in the morning. With this being a day prior to the opening of the fair, I always had the rest of that day to myself. The hotel I booked in Zurich was gay-friendly and it was, therefore, no surprise that they had an assortment of gay brochures in their reception. After finally being shown to my room at around nine in the morning, I showered before relaxing on my bed.
As I perused the brochures, a list of clubs and bars were naturally advertised. I then chanced upon the name, Apollo, in the sauna section. What really interested me was the mention that it was; ‘for the mature male.’
I played the; ‘should I, shouldn’t I’ game for the next couple of hours building up the courage to visit the sauna. Finally, at around twelve-thirty, I followed the map to the Apollo. It was a wonderful establishment that looked like it had been around since the sixties. It was clean and well looked after, but very old-fashioned.
To the left of the entrance, there was a lounge area with a spiral staircase. To the right, there was a shower room with a sauna and steam-room on either side. Further on, there was a small bar area on the right with a locker room to the left. Having undressed and with a towel wrapped around my hips, I continued my tour.
I then ascended the spiral staircase to the upper floor. The first room on the upper floor had a raised section to the left, upon which five long plastic covered mattresses lay. On the right, there was a television showing a porn movie. There was only one person in this room. He was a scrawny tall man that I estimated must have been over sixty-five years old. He was unattractive but had a huge uncut cock that he was leisurely stroking. As I moved through to the next room on the right his horny eyes followed my every move.
The next room was a mirror image of the first. The lighting in this room, however, was much dimmer and had no television. In this room, there was a thin guy on his stomach, being fucked by a really large man. Following through to the left, there was a third room with five long cubicles next to one another.
The same dark green mattresses I had observed in the other two rooms were also placed in these cubicles. For privacy, each cubicle had a curtain, but as the cubicles were unoccupied the curtains were all open. Tour complete, I headed back downstairs with Horny-and-Hung again staring at me. I had never liked saunas and wasn’t going to bother with this one. I was, however, dying to try the steam room.
I entered the steam room which was about five yards square. The only lighting provided was via the frosted glass door which I had entered in the centre of this room. Standing close to the frosted glass door that was now to my right, my eyes soon adjusted to the dim light. Across from me and to my left build-in seating was provided. There were two men sitting on the seating to my left, and three guys seated across from me. After a few minutes, a plump young man entered the steam room. He took up position, close to me, on the other side of the frosted door. He had a number of tattoos all over his body and a rather attractive face. He scanned the room for a while before turning and facing the wall.
Above his ample bubble-butt the words, ‘GEIL SLAVE’ had been tattooed. Geil as I would later learn was a word that implied ‘fuck.’ I did in fairness have a fairly good idea of the meaning of the word at this time. As Geil Slave began rubbing himself up against the wall, a very good looking man that was seated across from me stood up and approached Geil Slave. The good-looking guy moved behind Geil Slave and whispered into his ear. I saw Geil Slave nod his head before the good-looking man stepped back and began slapping his bubble-butt with meaning. As Geil Slave yelped, it was as if a fuck-switch had been turned on because the two men to my left and the two guys on the opposite side of the room all got stuck into one another.
I almost began to laugh at this scene before me. After ten mighty slaps, the good-looking man again moved behind Geil Slave and whispered in his ear, before the two of them departed. Holding my laugh I also left soon after, for a cup of coffee at the bar.
After several minutes, I was again on my way up the spiral staircase. Horny-and-Hung was still sitting where I had last seen him and again followed me with his lustful eyes as I passed into the second room. As I moved through to the second room I observed a huge hairy bear peeping into the first cubicle. His body was covered in hair and he had a long white beard. Large as he was he was not flabby and his enormous gut seemed very firm. He was a dead ringer for Santa Claus.
‘Santa’ was peering into the first cubicle with the curtain slightly drawn. Observing me he nodded his head inviting me to take a look. Obligingly, I stepped forward and did so.
Geil Slave was being solidly fucked and slapped by the good-looking man. As I stared, Santa moved behind me and before long I was locked in his thick hairy arms. Whispering in my ear and motioning to the scene before us he asked, “Gut, Ja, baby?”
“Gut,” I replied. Seconds later my body was lifted and I was soon lying on my stomach in the adjoining cubicle without my towel around me. After forcing my legs apart his knees his body then totally encased me. As he began to lick my ears I felt his cock snaking its way in between my cheeks. Any resistance I might have offered melted away, as his three-hundred-pound hairy body enveloped my one-hundred and fifty-pound frame. His bulk was fantastic. Soon, I felt him lift his hips before my manhole got commandeered by his thick cock. He almost winded me as he plunged into my anxious pucker.
Constantly repeating, “Ja baby,” he fucked the living shit out of me. Bathed in sweat after ten minutes he lifted on to outstretched arms for his final onslaught. Pounding into me like a jackhammer he finally came a few minutes later. Flopping back onto me afterward, we lay like that for a minute or two.
“Danke baby,” he said getting off me before he left with his towel wrapped around him.
As I turned Horny-and-Hung who had been watching, climbed on top of me. Before I could protest, his mouth closed on mine as our lips locked. Ugly as he was this guy could kiss. Shortly, my right leg was lifted before his long uncut cock slithered its way into my freshly fucked hole. Horny-and-Hung was not only a great kisser but an incredible fucker. I was screwed in every possible position over the next twenty minutes. I groaned with pleasure and came twice during this period. I had never felt the level of satisfaction that this ugly man was able to provide. As he was about to cum, he scurried up my body and nourished me with more seed than I had ever seen a man produce. I had just had the best fuck of my life!
As Horny-and-Hung lifted off me there were two more bulky men awaiting their turns. Having had my fill, however, I got up immediately and moved passed them apologetically.
With my towel around my hips, I descended the stairs in need of a beer after my fuck-fest. I re-entered the bar to find Geil Slave sitting there reading a magazine. He was wearing a camp pair of reading spectacles and looked very prim. The juxtaposition from the former horny fuck-slut had me amused beyond belief.
After twenty minutes, I again proceeded to the steam room, which I had earlier found very much to my liking. After entering I moved to the far side and sat down. There was only one other man in the steam room seated to my left.
After a few minutes, an elderly man entered with an exquisite young man who looked Hispanic. The elderly man sat next to me with ‘Latin Lover’ standing before him. I am not sure what their relationship was, but I had the feeling that money was involved. As we sat there for the next few minutes the room began to fill. Soon Latin Lover was caressing the elderly man’s head as he casually began playing with his own cock. The elderly man looked almost disinterested as Latin Lover toyed with his head.
Shortly, Latin Lover moved before me encouraging me to suck him off. I did not need a second invitation and presently his banana shaped cock was face-fucking me with gusto. Before long, he lifted me and after turning my body around began fucking my arse. He did not last long before grunting and seeding my arse.
By the time they left a hefty older man took hold of me and pushed me onto the tiled floor. As he fucked steadily another old man sat before me and pushed my head down on his cock.
For the next hour, I became the fuck-bunny in the steam room. Seven men fucked my arse and six used my mouth. Even my two rejected suitors from upstairs finally got their turn. I was in hog-heaven and having the time of my life. My final butt-fuck was again provided by Horny-and-Hung.
Sweating and filled to the brim with cum, I finally made my way to the shower.
Once I had showered I made my way back to the bar for another beer. The barman asked in broken English if I had enjoyed my time at the sauna. Smiling, I told him that I had a fucking good time. I am not sure he understood my meaning, but I sure as fuck did!