Sunday night in the sauna

On the date I publish this (I don't know if when you read it), I have it stated in my profile that for the moment I don't want to have contacts with guys from this site because I'm tired of them wasting my time with their indecisions or false intentions, canceling appointments at the last moment for unconvincing reasons or that, once the appointment is agreed upon, they don't show up or say anything and block me here and on WhatsApp. As I've said so many times, they're guys who type with one hand while they're jerking off with the other and have no real desire to meet. It will take me a long time to regain trust in Xtudr users.

On the other hand, I have a submissive who makes himself available to me every 15 days so that I can play with him, make him eat cock (he does it so well, the bastard!), tie him up, whip him, insert urethral sounds, pierce his nipples and genitals, progressively insert thicker dildos into his ass, and finally fuck him hard anywhere and in any position I can think of. And the guy enjoys himself immensely, besides going away with his balls emptied.

But aside from that biweekly encounter and that self-imposed prohibition of contacts on this site (I'm not on any other similar app), there are moments when the thrill overcomes me and I feel the need to be with men, to expose myself naked, to touch other male bodies, ...

Usually, I don't do anything, but last Sunday night I succumbed and went to the Condal sauna. It had been a while since I last went, and I didn't know how it had turned out after the renovation. It is still as labyrinthine, or perhaps even more so.

I decided to start exploring it from the top and then work my way down.

On the penultimate floor, I saw that a guy was lying on the bed of a cabin with the door open, face down, naked, and with a towel covering his head. I thought he might be waiting for someone specific, so I walked around the floor, and when I passed that cabin again, he was in the same position. I entered and without saying anything, I began to gently caress his back, buttocks, and legs. I was like that for a good while with my hands up and down on his body, in silence. I spread his legs a little more and caressed and pinched his testicles. He moaned. I stroked his penis, repeatedly circling my fingers around his glans, which was self-lubricating and growing; he moaned and turned slightly to make his genitals more accessible. I brought my mouth to his penis and covered it with my mouth, my lips, and my tongue. He was moaning more and more; I want to assume it was from pleasure. Other men started coming in and began touching him. I said goodbye to him and left him with the others. I had already fulfilled my mission and my desire.

I continued up and arrived at the BDSM room on the top floor. Initially, you can't see anything until your eyes adjust to the darkness. I glimpsed a fat guy spread out on the "sling" or swing. I approached him, positioned myself behind his head, and started groping his chest, nipples, arms, and stomach. I stood in front of him, and he whispered, "fuck me." I aimed my cock at his ass, but I didn't penetrate him; I just rubbed against him. I told him I was going to look for lubricant and a condom. Having not been to a sauna in so long, I had forgotten that I always need to bring my "fuck kit," a little bag with everything necessary for "the right moment." So, I went to fetch it from the locker.

When I returned to the sling, the fat guy was being fucked by another man. I approached them and joked with the fat guy about how easily he had found a new partner. I caressed both of them. The fucker asked me to stand behind him, and I did, pressing my body against his and groping him all over. He asked me to fuck him while he was fucking the fat guy. I suited up, got behind him, and with some difficulty since we were both standing, I managed to penetrate him and fuck him "halfway." There were three or four onlookers around. One of them, whom we will call "the Moroccan," caressed my entire body and grabbed my cock to accompany the thrusting movement I was executing towards the guy he was fucking.

When there were already many hands of onlookers, the Moroccan pulled me away from the group and asked that he and I go to the large bed that's in the same room. We went and began, still standing at the edge of the bed, to hug, caress, and kiss each other. During this, we see that another guy has gotten on all fours on the bed and crawls towards us, turns around, presents his ass to me, and asks me to fuck him. I asked the Moroccan if he was okay with me doing it, if he wanted to see how I did it, since I was initially with him and I didn't want him to feel left out or annoyed. He said no problem, to do whatever I wanted. So, I suited up, grabbed the guy on all fours by the hips, positioned him, and penetrated him, fucking him for a good while at various rhythms, with me (and the Moroccan) standing next to the bed. To change positions, I asked the bottom if he wanted me to fuck him in the sling, which I noticed was free; he said he had never done it there, and I told him it was a shortcoming we needed to remedy, so I took him to the installation, showed him how to position himself, penetrated him, fucked him hard, asked if he liked it, and the guy was delighted.

The Moroccan called me and asked that we go alone to a cabin. I agreed, and we entered one that was free. He only wanted hugs, affection, blowjobs, caresses, massages, ... and we gave them to each other for a long and enjoyable time. I sensed that it was getting very late, and I said goodbye to him.

As I went down, I realized I hadn't been in the jacuzzi, so I was careful not to walk past it (that sauna is a maze), and I reached it. It was quiet, no one was there, it was silent because the jacuzzi wasn't running.

I settled on a bench in the jacuzzi and wet and caressed my whole body, making my cock rise thinking about the encounters I had that night with up to five different men. I gently stroked my erection; I didn't masturbate, I just wanted to rest. Two guys came in and out of the pool successively, staying for a short time. The first one started the jacuzzi. When they left, I was left alone and rested, but surrounded by bubbles and the sound like drums of the running jacuzzi. Briefly, I did the two things I used to do years ago when I was alone in the jacuzzi: 1) I lay back on one of the jets, aiming it at my ass, but nothing particularly interesting happened (unlike what I experienced years ago in the Acuario sauna in Santa Cruz de Tenerife, where the jet has the force to go directly into my ass) and 2) I faced the strongest jet in the corner so that it would hit and massage my balls and cock, producing a beautiful erection. I stood up and got out of the pool with a hard cock, until the movements of wiping myself with the towel caused it to soften. I passed by what, if I remember correctly, are the Finnish sauna and Turkish bath, but there was no one there, and the stifling atmosphere did not invite me to stay, so I went to the lockers, showered, got dressed, and left. It was past 3 in the morning, and I had to take a taxi.

A good evening that was worth it. I will have to repeat it and also visit other saunas in the city, some already known and others to discover.