Blake had never been to a gay sauna before, he’d been to bars, clubs and some rather interesting house parties, he’d passed through dark rooms, though had yet to have a run in with anyone that felt even remotely like the kind of hot, slim Furry Fox he was really looking for in the dark. He’d been a prowler online for more years than his birth certificate says he should have, and had experienced several remarkably enjoyable encounters. Unfortunately, this had also come along with many, many more somewhat disappointing affairs, with the most recent only several days past.
Blake looked down to his wrist, a wave of panic spread through his body then dissipated quickly as he for the fourth time today, remembered he had lost his watch. It had been the hookup from three days ago, the very cute and energetic Fox called Curtis, who had managed to persuade Blake to have another guy, Michael the Twink, to pick him up in his car and for both of them to join for a threesome. While Curtis was really cute, and Michael was only just short of being a supermodel, Blake had always had bad experiences with the uber-attractive and was tentative about agreeing. In the end, he’d looked at the clock and figured what the hell. On the journey it turned out that Michael was intelligent and witty, and much to his surprise very much into Blake. It didn’t take long for Michael to slip his hand across the car into Blake’s lap, encouraging the growth already pushing out the seams of his jeans. Michael tried to push the buttons of Blake’s fly apart, but after the second attempt resulting again in the car swerving across the road, Blake lightly tapped his hand away and deftly pulled the jeans open, slipping them just under his hips leaving his now fully grown but tightly restrained cock pushing up from under his white briefs.
The car pulled to a stop and Blake looked up to see the yellow lights of a car park skirting a tall and incredibly grey apartment building. Unfortunately he did not hear the footsteps approaching from behind in time and was shortly met with chuckles as two college students passed by, presumably catching a glimpse of his underwear. He hoped they’d not gotten a good enough look to spot the small damp circle at his tip or the steady and uncontrollable pulse every few seconds. It was nothing to him anyway, he was getting excited about getting Michael undressed and still had vivid images of the dick-pics he’d gotten from Curtis and couldn’t wait to get his mouth around that meat.
Once inside, things had gone smoothly to begin with; Blake was very content being the centre of attention as it seemed both the boys preferred him to the other. He had taken his turn to suck each of their cocks in turn before taking both in his mouth at once; trying his hardest to keep his teeth out of the way whilst he pleasured these young men. It wasn’t long before Blake motioned for Curtis to move behind him whilst he continued to devour Michael. He heard Curtis fumbling around in a drawer somewhere before padding back lightly across the room. Blake felt a couple of lubricated fingers entering slowly up him, feeling the pressure and before relaxing naturally around the digits.
Maybe thirty seconds later Blake heard Curtis start to swear under his breath, there was a stomp on the floor before Blake felt a sharp stinging on his left butt-cheek followed by an extensive string of expletives that was muffled to Blake due to the amazing clapping sound that had reverberated upon impact. Caught in shock and during exhalation, Blake tried to gasp in air only to realise that his mouth was entirely filled with Michael’s junk that was now dripping pre-cum down the back of his throat turning his half-cough into a full-blown gagging. Blake violently coughed up the hard inches of Michael before spluttering about on his knees trying to catch his breath.
Behind him Curtis was in a rage, having issues with the condom it seemed. As Blake turned his head around he wasn’t sure that Curtis was aware that Condoms did not have ears, brains or any sense of being; and him shouting his commands to the condom for it to restrain from pulling at his foreskin as he rolled it down over his rapidly shrinking manhood would be fruitless at best. Blake was also pretty sure this was the primary cause of said shrinking penis. He didn’t however believe it would be a good idea to interrupt this domestic and thought to focus his attention forwards onto Michael, who should, if his memory served his correctly, be sat in front of him with his beautiful dick pointing towards him begging for it to be sucked.
Oh how was he wrong…as his vision caught up with his head returning to face forwards on his body, Blake took in the picture sitting before him. Michael had indeed not moved and for sure his young Twink energy was continuing to pump the vast amounts of blood needed to keep his impressive cock pointing to the skies despite the look that Blake was later to notice being etched on his face. Michael however was not the only thing sitting before him. Blake had not felt the significantly sized and numerous lumps and blobs of his large Chicken Sate dinner rushing up his windpipe. It seems he had not once in his entire twenty two and a half years of being, ever imagined how a Chicken Sate dinner could ever be regurgitated in such a specific set of circumstances that this dinner resembles far too closely that which should only ever come out of an orifice much lower in one’s body…it was then he looked up and saw the expression staring down at him.
There must be words that can diffuse such a situation. There must be that one sentence you can say that will result in everyone laughing, smiling as they get up grab a towel before continuing on with the fun. Blake didn’t know that sentence. He didn’t use any sentence. He simply got up, grabbed his underwear, shirt, jeans and shoes and headed for the door. He got one step out before he remembered his phone. He dropped everything there and ran quickly back inside, putting his hand up to the right of his face as he walked confidently into the bedroom. Having blocked his vision to where both Michael and Curtis would be sitting and standing respectively, Blake had his eyes on his phone on top of the drawers. He pinched it up, did a quick about face and marched back through the hallway and out the apartment. Bundling up his clothes from the floor, he pushed the elevator button. His exposed unsatiated cock swinging lightly as he moved around, threatening to leave droplets of his pre-seed on the floor.
He breathed a loud sigh of relief when the lift arrived less than ten seconds later and another much louder noise as he relaxed entirely to the sight of an empty lift exposed by the opening doors. He hopped into the lift, rapidly pressing the ground floor button until the door started their way-too-slow journey to meet each other. Once freed from button duty Blake pulled his pants on, followed by his jeans and shirt. He picked up his phone and got his regular taxi number ready as his other hand felt in his jeans pocket for his watch….
That had been then, now Blake was hopeful. The hot and fuzzy Muscle Bull called Ferris had been chatting with him for a little while and today had invited Blake to join him at the gay sauna. It was mid-day on a Sunday and Blake wasn’t sure there would be anyone at the sauna but Ferris assured him it would be busy enough. He would recognise Ferris on the street by his hat.
Arriving at the end of the road Blake spots the hat easily. He makes his way down the street before suddenly filling with unfathomable levels of dread. Blake’s mind flashes vividly with the images of the Vindaloo leftovers he’d had for breakfast that morning…