My significant other left me alone last weekend, as she was on a business trip. So I was planning to spend a looooong Saturday afternoon at my local gay sauna.

Before my eyes adjust to the dim red light of the steam room, a stranger’s hand slid from my thigh to my cock.

Moments later, he was kneeling between my legs, with me sitting on the edge of the bench. I surrendered myself completely, passively, his mouth swallowing my cock, while he explored my butthole with his fingers.

The foreplays were clear: he wanted to fuck me, I wanted to let him do me whatever he liked.

He made me cum on the bench, before he whispered to my ear that we should take a cabin to go further. I just told him “anything you want”.

In the small red room, he made me lay on my back on the red mattres, lift my legs and eat my ass for a few seconds before he took me in missionary.

He was experienced, alternating slow, deep strokes with quick back-and-forths, always as hard as ever. There I was, staring into her eyes, moaning, biting my lips sometimes. I had an orgasm while stroking myself, and I know he felt my spasms. And he came too.

It was so good that I didn’t seek out any other sauna encounters after him.