Friction

Ermmm....I just expected fucking a guy to be...more fun, I guess.

So, went to a different sauna over the weekend. Chariots in Vauxhall.

Perhaps just as seedy as Pleasuredrome over in old Waterloo, but the talent fluctuated just as much as anywhere else to be fair.

Yes, there were a number of men who brushed their fingers over my nipples or went straight for the plunge down below and quite a few of those should have ideally been sat at home watching The Antiques Road Show (not for fear of seeing themselves on it you understand), and yes I'm still fairly uneasy at the sight of a pensioner laying on a wipeable mattress, legs spread, shrivelled cock in hands, moaning and groaning as young men pass by him.

A string of saunas and steam rooms, one darkroom and many many private cubicles together form this particular sauna in, i must admit, a particularly seedy area of London.

A plus point for the evening was perhaps the heaving orgy that formed in the darkroom over the period of an hour. I Can honestly say there were cocks swinging form every direction. The trouble was, on occasion you weren't sure what sort of face was attached to the soft and that gripped your cock like a vice. And that can be dangerous. Especially so if somebody flashes a torch in your direction at the wrong time.

And there was a man who simply wouldn't leave me alone.

'So...where are you from?' he asked.

'London'

'Noo, where are you from originally?'

This conversation was, as a matter of fact, taking place in a midst of a semi-orgy in the darkroom.

'Well my parents are Indian' I offered.

'Well, in that case, so are you then, unless of course, it's all about passports'.

'I'm really not getting into this discussion whilst we're in a gay sauna', I said.

For fucks sake!

I go to saunas for a reason. Discussions on immigration and the resulting identity crisis suffered by many non-resident Indians is NOT one of these.

And then there was the Australian man who wanted me to fuck him.

Fine, I thought, how hard can it be. Inside, praying that:

a) there was no visible sign of shit anywhere; and
b) the hole was easy to find and that I didn't come across as a novice.

There was no way whatsoever that I could have cum, fucking him. No way at all. There just wasn't enough...friction. Sort of like throwing a baton into a well. Thankfully mine came out still in tact.

Now, I don't have the faintest idea what expectations I should have had regarding fucking a man in the ass, but the experience fell so below them that I questioned whether I was doing it correctly. His moans did appear give off an air of satisfaction however and I came to realise that it was in fact his gaping crater that was the problem and not my cock.

Making up an excuse to do with the heat was all I could do to rid myself of any further embarrassment. Thankfully he was alright about it and declared it unnesccessary to come in order to have a good time.

And I was gone.

For the first time I came to realise how appauling it must be for a straight man to be fucking a girl who's pussy just isn't tight enough. No wonder so many heterosexual men harass their girlfriends to submit and offer up their ass. No wonder!