0 comments/ 61253 views/ 4 favorites Rekindling the Fire By: Leslie Carl Davis sat at his desk, staring at his computer monitor. His mind wandered from his work to his fantasies. He spun around in his chair, and surveyed the downtown skyline. He had been working in this same office for over ten years now. The grind seemed the same every day; come to work, do the work, and leave work. Carl was restless. He needed something exhilarating to happen in his life, something to break up the monotony. He clicked on that special file on his pc, and began to glide through the hundreds of photos of nude men he had collected. Carl shifted in his desk chair as he felt his penis begin to harden. He always wore boxers, and his erection began to show through his slacks. Carl's left hand drifted to his cock, and he pinched the head lightly. A flutter of pleasure eased through his body, and Carl fought to keep his wits about him. He knew his office was not the place to be masturbating, particularly with a group of his subordinates working in the next room. But Carl had become much more daring in the past months, always looking for that extra thrill. Massaging his erection when he knew there were close to thirty men and women in the next room was a tremendous thrill. He just couldn't prevent help himself. Carl was 42, a nice looking African American, and he was gay, having come out of the closet nearly fifteen years ago. He had experienced several relationships with other men, but none had seemed to evolve into the intense sexual relationship he desired. Carl possessed an incredibly high sexual drive, and none of the men he had been with had been able to sustain his intensity level. He masturbated constantly, and spent hours at home viewing tapes from his vast collection of homosexual videos. Lately though, he had become slightly bored with even this. He knew that it was taking priority over any kind of real sexual relationship, and Carl had been rational enough to see a counselor about this subject. He found that he enjoyed having someone to talk to about his desires, without any judgments. This had helped him, and he had become somewhat more stable in his sexual thinking, although lately he found it more difficult to control. Carl accredited this to the unusually hot summer, as he was seeing more and more of the bodies of men he encountered. But he did seem to stay in control of his feelings. He had stopped going to the gym for a while, in the hopes that this would clear his mind. But recently he had been so tempted to just take out his cock at work, and jack-off right at his desk. But his rise to the position of regional manager of a nationwide insurance company was a prize he did not want to lose. But still, he could not resist thinking of men. Carl leaned back in his chair, and took a long drink from the glass of tea sitting on his desk. His erection pulsed under his boxers and pants. Carl pondered the question of whether or not to finally go back to the gym. It had been a month since his last visit, and there were a lot of cute gay men who went on Friday. It didn't take long to come to a decision: he would go, and have fun. Leaving the office around noon, he drove to his condominium, packed a gym bag with everything necessary for an afternoon at Walker's. Carl was so thrilled that he had made the decision to be a gym-rat for the afternoon, and he thought of all the men he would see: men in workout wear, in underwear, and in jockstraps, his ultimate favorite. His erection pushed against his pants as he pulled into the parking lot. Carl showed his gym identification at the front desk, and hurried to the locker room. Men were everywhere now, and Carl did his best to show off his hard cock. Friday was the wildest day at the gym. There were so many gay men, and each seemed to be exhibiting what they had to offer. He saw a lot of guys he knew, trying to ignore the questions about why he had been such a stranger. Carl sensed that the sexual air of the gym seemed to be more intense than ever before. He moved to his locker, which was at the front end of the first row, exposing him to the looks of anyone whom walked by. Carl's hands shook as he nervously stripped. He paused when he got to the point of wearing just his white boxers: his cock made a tent in the fabric. Just being in this locker room was overloading his sexual nervous system. Ten feet away a young man, looking to be in his early twenties, was shaving nude in at the sink, and Carl could see that he was looking at him via the mirror. The young man's round ass, white in comparison with his tanned body, created a shudder in Carl that ripped through his body. He quickly removed his boxers, and his cock stood out straight from his body. The crown of his cock glistened, and Carl could not take his eyes off the man at the sink. He managed to snap out of his dreamlike state, and he reached into his bag, taking out a jock strap. He did his best to stuff all of his eight inches into the pouch, and he donned a pair of tight lycra work-out shorts, and a tank top, finally finishing by putting on his socks and work-out shoes. When he looked up again, the young man had vanished. Carl took a deep breath, and made his way to the main gym area, his cock still semi-hard. He talked with several men he knew before running through a one-hour workout. Carl brutalized nearly every machine, and his body glistened with sweat. Guys were stopping their own routines to watch him pump his toned body. When he finished, he quickly retired back to the locker room, where it seemed to be full of men, who had finished the daily aerobics class, which had ended only five minutes before. Nude and semi-nude men were everywhere in the spacious locker area. Carl took a deep breath, amazed at the sight of all of the cocks he was able to see. He hurriedly stripped out of his socks, shoes, and shorts, leaving on his jock for now. He walked to the water cooler, passing row after row of lockers packed with men stripping off their clothes. Carl's jock did little to hide his erection, and he loved it. A guy he knew, Bill, greeted him nude at the cooler, his cock stretching out from his body in a lazy semi-erection. They chatted for a few minutes, and then Bill stunned Carl by telling him that the owner of the gym, Alex, had recently come out to his family, and that there would be a gym party that night to celebrate. Bill explained that there would be around thirty guys there, and every man was required to wear a only a jock. He told Carl how much everyone wanted to see him there, and reached out to rub his fingers along the pouch of Carl's jock. Carl stared at Bill's lovely cock, and he nodded to him. Bill squeezed the pouch, and told Carl he would be looking forward to seeing him that evening. Bill's cock now protruded high into the air, up and out from his body. Carl reached down and slid his jock down his legs, and the cool air on his erection sent tingles up and down his spine. Bill took his cock in both hands, and kissed his cheek. He explained to Carl how badly he needed him, but he wanted to save it for later. They moved to the group shower, and reveled in the sight of so many naked men. Every guy seemed to have an erection. Carl wanted them all, but he resisted the thoughts, and looked forward to the evening. Having finished the shower, he quickly dressed and said goodbye to Bill. He fantasized about the evening to come as he drove home. It was only three pm, and he had six long hours to kill before heading back to the gym. Carl dared not take off his clothes. He decided to read the paper, and then settled down on the couch with his favorite book. He read it for a couple of hours, and it did take his mind off of men. Around six, he cooked himself a nice dinner. Carl was a good cook. Single gay men had to know how to prepare meals, and he had years of experience. After dinner, he relaxed on the couch, and began to think of men again. Men, men, men. At times it overwhelmed him, and he could not help that. Once more his penis became hard, and he simply closed his eyes, leaning his head back, and touching himself. Almost in a daze, he stripped nude again. He reached to his collection of gay tapes, randomly picked one, and placed it in the VCR. The entire video contained clips of men performing oral sex on each other. Carl loved it. He relaxed and stroked his big cock while watching the movie, keeping him on the edge of an orgasm, but never letting himself go over the edge. He stared at his thick dark cock as he stroked it, and he reached the brink of an orgasm again. He let go of his erection at the perfect time, and his cock flopped back to his stomach, his testicles still full of cum. Carl took a deep breath, stood up, and headed for the shower. The hot water felt so good on his body, and he finally relaxed somewhat. Once out of the shower, he glanced at the small clock on his sink: it was eight thirty, and he could dress and head off to the gym. Carl decided to take a cab, and he paid the driver and walked through the parking lot to the front door. There were already several cars parked in the lot, and he was greeted at the front desk by the same guy he had seen shaving in the locker room. He wore only a red jockstrap. Carl showed his identification, and the young man looked closely at it before handing it back to him. He reminded Carl it was a "jocks or nothing" party, and he should remove his clothing here. Carl's cock was already hard as he removed his wispy shorts, tank top, socks, and shoes. The attendant explained that his clothing and personal items would be locked up safely, and not to worry about them. He wished Carl a good time, and suggested he go ahead to the locker room area. Carl moved down the hallway, wearing only a white jock, feeling the cool air on his ass as he walked. He grabbed his pouch in anticipation of what was to happen. It felt like his erection was going to rip though the fabric. As he approached the locker room, he could hear the sounds of sex already filling his ears. Carl swung the door open, and moved around the corner, his eyes viewing the wonderful sight of a man bent over the sink, receiving a forceful fucking from a hairy Italian man. They didn't even notice him as they kept up their sexual encounter. There was a full wet bar set up in the locker room, and Carl made his way to it, passing through several men who greeted them as he walked by. Some he knew; some he did not. Most of the men still wore their jockstraps, and were partying like they were at some local bar. Only this party was meant for sex between men, and Carl loved it. At the wet bar he was greeted by Bill and Alex. Bill was nude and wearing a cock ring. His rod was very rigid, and it looked to Carl as if it would never get soft, no matter what he did. Alex still wore his jockstrap, although his cock was clearly defined through the fabric. After some small talk, Bill dropped to his knees and removed Carl's jock with his teeth, making him swoon with delight. This was what Carl had been waiting for. It had been far too long since he had been with a man, much less several men. Months before Bill had given him a blowjob after they had met at a local gay bar, and he knew Bill had a talented mouth. Bill licked his way up Carl's legs, and Alex stood behind him, rubbing his pouch along the crack of Carl's ass, and lightly pinching his nipples. Carl looked down, only to see the crew cut which graced the top of Bill's head, and Bill was now licking the shaft of his erect cock. Carl watched with delight as several of the other men stripped out of their jocks, and began pairing off into twos and threes. He could see the two men at the sink, still fucking away. The feeling of Bill's lips and tongue caressing his shaft was incredible, and he reached back to grab Alex's ass, pulling him closer. Bill rubbed Carl's cock all over his shaved face. Finally, he took Carl's cock in both hands, opened his mouth wide, and just laid that dark cock on his tongue, swirling it in circles around the crown of his beautiful hard-on. Carl heard the door to the locker room open and close, and he watched as four more well-built men walked in, dressed only in their jocks. At this point he could feel Bill's soft lips surround his plump cock, and begin a slow sucking motion. Alex was whispering in his ear how great it looked, how bad he wanted to suck that thick cock himself. Hard men with hard cocks were everywhere now. It was quickly becoming a full-blown orgy. The sound of the showers turning on rang loudly in Carl's ears, but he was focusing now on Bill, who was taking in as much of Carl's immense cock as he could into his mouth, moving up and down on the shaft. Carl figured there were probably twenty-five men or so in the locker room now. Some began to file into the shower room, while others stayed behind in the main locker area. Alex left Carl and Bill alone for a moment; he returned with a folding chair for Carl to sit in. As he eased himself into his chair, he watched as Alex finally pulled off his jockstrap, his rather short but thick cock sprang out into the open. Alex was stocky, with a crew cut himself, and Carl wanted him, along with every other man at the party. Carl pulled him closer, and took Alex's hard cock in his mouth, not bothering to lick the shaft or balls. Carl just knew he wanted that erection in his mouth. While Bill kept up the pace on his cock, he sucked Alex's with a passion, easily taking him all the way into his mouth. The room was filled with loud groans as the man leaning over the sink took the Italian's full orgasm deep into his ass. The gorgeous man kept pumping his hips violently, holding his lover by both cheeks of his butt. Carl could see this out of the corner of his eye, but kept up his steady sucking of Alex. Carl took Alex by the hips, and encouraged him to fuck his mouth. Bill just kept on sucking Carl, never missing a stroke. Bill simply loved giving head. Alex screamed as the full weight of his orgasm came to bear. The first two shots Carl took in his mouth, and then he took Alex's cock in both hands and pumped him, the remainder of his cum flying onto his chest and stomach. Carl drank that potion with a fervor, and he knew there would be much more to follow. Alex kneeled down to join Bill in sucking Carl. Both men swirled their tongues around the crown of Carl's cock in an erotic French kiss. Carl spread his legs wide, making enough room for both Bill and Alex. Thirty minutes had passed since Bill had started to go down on Carl, and Carl was getting close to an orgasm. The addition of Alex became far too much for Carl to handle. Bill was pumping Carl's erection with both hands, directing his cock deep into Alex's mouth. Alex's eyes were wide and his mouth soaking with saliva. Several other men gathered around, all of them stroking their cocks; they watched, wanting to see Carl explode. And did he ever erupt. Carl stretched his legs out, flexing them. He grabbed the back of the folding chair with both hands, and threw his head back, eyes and mouth wide open. A low groan escaped from his mouth, and then it grew louder, turning into a violent scream. Carl's balls drew back deep into his body, and Alex ripped the stiff cock out of his mouth. Bill moaned as he kept on stroking Carl's stiff muscle. The other men had moved very close now, wanting to see this gorgeous man orgasm. Bill did a quick double-pump with his hands, and it sent Carl over the edge. His stomach rippled, and he blasted the first shot of cum high straight up in the air, and it splattered back down all over his chest. Bill stroked again, and pointed Carl's spasming cock directly into his open mouth. Carl's head thrashed back and forth as the second shot flew onto Bill's waiting lips and tongue. Carl was still screaming as Bill jacked again, this time squeezing his hands tighter and tighter. Alex felt the liquid from the next stream splash all over his face and he lapped it up greedily. Carl was totally out of control now, and another black man moved beside him, furiously punishing Carl's face with his raised cock. Carl tried valiantly to take that cock in his mouth, but the man refused, teasing him relentlessly. Bill cupped Carl's balls and stroked his long cock again; his aim was true as the cum landed on the strangers cock as he slapped Carl's face. This sent him over the edge. He shoved his erection into Carl's mouth, and pumped several loads of cum down his throat. Carl was now completely at their mercy. The taste of the stranger's load, combined with Alex's, moved him to a new state of mind. Alex was now leaning over, sucking Bill with a passion. Bill kept on pumping the fluid out of Carl, and the last three bursts, although not as strong as the previous ones, landed on Carl's chest. Carl sat still for a moment as Bill removed his hands from his cock. Alex pushed Bill to a sitting position on the floor, and continued his expert cocksucking. The stranger who came in Carl's mouth introduced himself as Patrick as he helped Carl to his feet. He handed Carl a towel to clean up some of the wetness from his body. Then they kissed a passionate kiss, and Carl heard another man cum in the background. His cock felt very heavy. He and Patrick talked for a few minutes and watched the young man who checked them at the door get fucked by a hairy, older man. They watched in loving amazement as beads of sweat formed on both of the men's bodies. The older man took a riding crop out of his locker and began to strike the younger man on his ass, and this simply made the fuckee yell for more. Both Carl and Patrick were hard again, and watched in awe as the older man reached around and jacked the younger man to an orgasm. He then erupted in his ass. Carl and Patrick just looked at each other and smiled. An hour had passed since Carl arrived. He estimated that over thirty men were in the locker room and shower area now. He felt like an alcoholic having his first drink in a year. They walked hand in hand to the shower room, where several men were having sex in various ways. Brady, who Carl knew, was under a shower, getting his cock sucked by one younger guy and his ass eaten by another. He was gripping the showerhead, and was obviously enjoying himself as he taunted the two guys. On the opposite side yet another younger man was leaning against a wall as the same Italian stud Carl had seen earlier was drilling his erection into the young guys ass. Under another shower two men were simply hugging, rubbing their erections against each other in a humping motion. Patrick moved under a shower, and Carl followed, leaning back against his long dick. Carl felt the desire to be fucked growing inside him. This is what he really loved. He had fucked many guys, but nothing could replace the joy of having another man's cock deep inside him. Patrick had reached his hands around him and stroked his cock with both hands as the water flowed over them. They stayed in this position for quite a long time, watching the other men in the shower room have sex. Carl lost track of time, but he didn't really care. The entire party seemed to be moving into the shower area, and every man he saw was hard. This was his idea of a party, and Carl loved group sex. He just wanted to be in the middle of as many nude men as possible. Several rubber mats were provided to lie on, and they were a hot item. Patrick's erection was splitting the cheeks of his ass, and Carl could not resist moving in time with him. Patrick still held on to his cock with both hands, using it as a handle for his body. Carl was putty in his hands, and Patrick could sense it. He backed off a little from Carl's round ass, and started massaging it with his right hand, while still stroking his cock with his left. He took a bottle of liquid soap from the dish behind them, and dribbled it all over Carl's body. He rubbed his body all over, forming a nice layer of foam all over him. Rekindling The Fire I watched as she kneels before the brunette, slipping her silky panties off slowly. Stroking her thighs, playing lightly with her fingertips. As the brunette opened her legs her blonde lover leaned forward inhaling her scent, I imagine it filling my being, as she tasted her nectar. I heard soft moans as the blonde slipped a finger into her, tracing her tongue along the folds of her secret place. I can almost see her flick her tongue against the clit of the brunette and she jumped as if she had been hit with electricity. She opens her legs wider to the blondes touch, she buries her tongue deep inside as she strokes her fingers in and out...a low guttural moan; bucking against her lover as the brunette’s orgasmic cries fill the air and her nectar runs down. I realize that my watching was wrong. A violation of privacy but the sight was more than worth the risk. The image of the two young ladies, entwined in Sapphic passion floated in my mind for several days. Now you may be wondering where this came from and to where it is leading. Trust me I did not know these answers until later. My girlfriend and I were at a point where we just did not have the same fire in our sex lives as we did before. We had tried several different things, movies, books, that sort of thing, but still the heat was waning, the fire slowly going out. I had left the house that evening trying to think, come up with something that would excite Kim when I looked up and through that bedroom window and saw those two women. It took a few days before it dawned on me that I was approaching this the wrong way. It was not the fire that was the problem, it was the wood used to stoke it. The mental part of our sex life was not there in other words. I set out to devise a plan that would have my lovely Kim climbing the walls and waking the neighbors. I made plans for us to have a quiet dinner at home on Saturday night. I went to the local adult store and purchased a few small items including a lovely purple 14-inch dildo, massage oil and a blindfold. I cleaned the entire house and made sure that everything was perfect. I prepared dinner, braised chicken in tarragon sauce, creamed peas, and steamed new potatoes in butter sauce. A bottle of white wine and strawberries in cream finished out the menu. We had dinner and just chatted about the day’s activities. After we finished I suggested we listen to some music with a cup of coffee. We were just relaxing with our coffee when I stood up and walked over to Kim. Taking the blindfold out of my pocket, Kim looked at it and started to say something. I placed a finger on her lips and told her not to worry, I was sure she would enjoy what was about to happen. I led her to the bedroom, stopped and slowly turned her. Standing behind her I began to undress her, taking my time with each piece. First I slipped her blouse off, pausing to kiss her shoulders and neck. I felt a shudder run through her. Next came her skirt, I dropped it allowing it to pool around her ankles. I followed with her bra and panties. When I finished I lowered her to the bed, leaving her siting on the edge. I quickly undressed and laid her face down on the bed. Taking the massage oil in my hand I warmed it slightly. Starting with her feet I began to massage her. Working slowly, exploring her as I worked her muscles. Feeling the texture of her skin. Allowing my fingertips to trace patterns on her calves and thighs. Never touching in an overt arousing way I gave her a full body massage. By the time I was finished she was flushed, her breath as ragged as she started to give in to her passion. I turned to increasing her passion. Kissing the back of her neck, my breath, hot on her skin. Caressing her shoulders as I ran my tongue down along her spine. Kissing and squeezing her buttocks. Licking the back of her knees…kissing the inside of her thighs. Her only senses were those of sound and touch, these alone was bringing her closer to her climax. I turned her over gently. Kissing the side of her neck, nuzzling the hollow spots of her shoulders, kissing hollow of her throat. She began to moan, shifting around on the bed. I slip down, kissing the swell of her breast, cupping it caressing it. I suck the nipple into my mouth, running my tongue across it. She moans louder, pleading with me not to stop. I shift from one breast to the other, bathing each nipple with my tongue. I slip a hand down feeling the small tuff of hair at the top of her slit…moving down more I felt her wetness. Slipping a finger into her she arches her back, pushing up to my hand. I began to work my finger in and out of her feeling her liquid heat. Sliding down her body, already coated with a thin sheen of perspiration mixed with the warm soothing oil, I lay in front of her. Her heels on either side of me her hot, moist passionflower in front of me. I run my tongue along the outer lips…up and down very slowly. Her hand grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer, I resisted, taking her hand I mine, and laying my lips on it gently, I whispered her, “ Kim, let me please you, give you this, please.” I then laid her hair on my hair softly. Parting her lips with my tongue I flatten it pushing into her. She starts to thrash about in the throes of passion moaning and begging for release. I pause, look up and remove the blindfold so I can gaze into her eyes. I saw passion clouded with lust and desire staring back at me. I could hold her back no more. I centered my attention and suck her clit into my mouth, sucking hard on it as I thrust my finger in and out or her. It was enough to push her over the top. She climaxed crying out my name, tears running down her face. Her juices flood me as she erupted like a mighty geyser. I hold her until she starts to calm down, till the aftershocks had subsided. A slight smile covered my face knowing what she does not. That this was just the beginning. To Be Continued... Rekindling the Fire Carl was now holding on the showerhead for support, and Patrick began to slap his ass. His head was leaning down, and he began to beg Patrick for more. Patrick loved slapping Carl's ass; his dominant side was rising quickly. After around ten slaps, he penetrated Carl with his middle finger. Carl nearly left his feet when he felt Patrick's extremity travel deep inside him, and he crooned deeply. Patrick used Carl's cock to move him in circles as he began to rotate his finger inside his ass. He massaged his prostate, which caused Carl to look straight ahead, eyes about to burst from his skull. Carl could still make out what was happening in the showers, though. Through the sounds of the spraying showerheads the clamor of men fucking and sucking could be heard. He could see Brady fucking one guy, and being fucked by another. The Italian had the younger guy on his knees, ass high in the air, fucking him as the younger guy sucked cock. The two guys who were hugging before were right next to them now on the floor in an incredible sixty-nine. Farther off through the steam and mist Carl could see an extraordinary group circle-jerk taking place. He could also see Alex, who was riding Bill's hard-on as he straddled him; at the same time he was sucking the cocks of two other men. Everyone else seemed a blur, but the groans and whines of pleasure filled the room. Patrick removed his finger from Carl's ass, and roughly pushed him to his knees under the hot water. Again he slapped his immense black cock repeatedly against Carl's face, turning him into a whimpering captive. Patrick knew that Carl was his for the taking, and he commanded him to suck his erection. Carl quickly complied, ravishing Patrick's cock, taking it deep down his throat, and jacking him with both hands. He simply devoured his cock, and Patrick took his head in his hands, fucking Carl's mouth while watching the action going on around him. He could see Alex taking Bill's fucking like a real professional, and gazed as the two men shot their cum all over Alex's chest. The same two guys then knelt down and pumped his cock with each one of their hands. Alex could take no more; Bill screamed, and pumped Alex's butt full of sizzling cum. Alex leaned back, and shot three or four arcs of fluid high into the air. He wailed as the force of his orgasm shredded his body. Carl continued sucking and pumping Patrick's cock. Every now and then Patrick could make out a guy cumming during the circle jerk, which really got to him. He paced himself as he fucked Carl's mouth, not wanting to climax too soon. Patrick looked at the two men in the sixty-nine next to them. They had their arms wrapped around each others asses and the muscles flexed as they squeezed tight. It was as if they were wrestling as they sucked each other. It seemed they were trying to see who could make the other orgasm first. He saw the Italian now cumming all over the younger guy's back and buns while receiving the loads of two other's on his shoulders. The men in the sixty-nine came together, with one of the men cumming in the other's mouth as the first simply stroked the other off. The sexual intensity was beyond belief. Men were getting off, and then moving to other men, seeming to never lose their erections. These were men that simply loved men. And Carl continued to make love to Patrick's cock. Patrick looked down to see Carl's erection pointing directly upwards, long and hard. Now some of the men were moving out of the shower and into other parts of the gym. Patrick reached down, took Carl's cock in one hand, and used it to pull him to his feet. Carl then led him out of the shower to his locker. He would let Carl know now how much he would own him. First, Patrick snapped a leather studded cock strap around the base of Carl's cock and balls, and he attached a long leash to the ring at the bottom. He then bound Carl's wrists behind his back, and finished by placing a ball gag in his mouth, holding it tight with a leather strap, which buckled behind his head. Patrick led Carl by the leash down to the sauna, and they entered the steamy room. They were alone now. He instructed Carl to sit on the bench, and knelt between his legs. Carl breathed deeply through his nose, and Patrick began to tease him, asking if this was what he wanted, telling him that he would be his man. Carl could only nod his head in agreement. Patrick ran his fingers along Carl's tight balls, making his man tense with pleasure. Patrick loved to suck a gorgeous cock, and the one in his hands was as fine as he had ever seen. He licked the huge head of that cock, curling his tongue in circles around it. The strap had brought that massive erection to the point of total hardness. It felt like steel in Patrick's hands. He began to lick up and down the sides as Carl thrashed his head back and forth. Saliva spilled out of Patrick's mouth, and he used his tongue to lubricate Carl's cock, getting it soaked in spit. Beads of sweat began to form on their bodies now. Patrick wrapped both his hands around Carl's cock, and squeezed as hard as he could. Carl groaned through his gag. Patrick now took the head of Carl's cock in his mouth, and rotated his tongue in circles. He removed one hand, and began to lower his lips farther onto Carl's cock. Patrick loved sucking cock, and he was good at it. He could sense that it would be only a few seconds before Carl lost it all, and he fiendishly halted his actions, taking his mouth off, and holding Carl's cock tight. Patrick stood, and he removed his hands from that lovely cock. Sweat was now pouring off of both of them. He pulled Carl just to the end of the bench, and raised his legs. Carl knew what was about to happen, and although somewhat frightened, he knew he desired it. Patrick began to rub the tip of his cock up and down the crack of Carl's ass. He stopped at his tunnel, and he could feel the concentrated wisps of hair teasing the tip of his hard-on. Patrick grinned at Carl, and he paused to remove the gag from his mouth. Carl instantly began to beg for Patrick to fuck him, to penetrate him, to make love to him. Their mouths met in a deep kiss, and Patrick began to enter him. Carl whimpered as he felt Patrick's muscle begin to push inside him, and he was able to relax, escaping the initial pain. Patrick pushed deeper and deeper inside him, and his ass felt as hot as a furnace. He reached behind Carl and released the bonds holding his wrists, and Carl responded by tightly grabbing Patrick's ass. Patrick began to fuck him, slowly at first, and then gradually increasing his speed and intensity. Carl was in a state of total pleasure. Another man had never felt so good to him. He pulled Patrick deeper with each thrust. The combination of the heat, the sweat, and Patrick had transformed him into a total animal. He began to beg Patrick to give it to him harder. Now several other men had entered the sauna, drawn to it by the sound of passion. They gathered around the pair, about five guys in all, stroking their hard cocks, urging on Patrick and Carl. Patrick was now stroking Carl's cock as he fucked him, and this quickly brought him to the edge. Patrick was near orgasm also, and he craned his neck downward, taking Carl's cock in his mouth as he continued to fuck him. Carl felt his orgasm hit; it tore through him like a butcher knife. With one last thrust, Patrick felt the first stream of semen flow through his cock into Carl's ass. Carl screamed like a man in terror; his fluid poured into Patrick's waiting mouth. His orgasm was uncontrollable; Patrick's cock in his ass prevented him from any type of authority over his body. Patrick did his best to drink all of his cum, and he continued to pump his own load into Carl. Patrick felt a fresh load of cum splatter onto his back as one of the guys surrounding them exploded. He felt a hand cup his balls, urging even more cum out of him. Sweat and semen flew everywhere as two more of the men blasted their loads onto Carl's face. Patrick finished off Carl, who was still moaning deeply. He pulled his head off Carl's cock, and he immediately felt someone grabbing him by the back of the head. Patrick instinctively opened his mouth, and felt a nice warm cock fill it. This man came right away, and Patrick sucked it all down greedily. The last guy sat next to Carl, and with a few quick pumps of his hand, Carl had him cumming also. All of these other men soon left, thanking Patrick and Carl for the show. They could have stayed; the party was to last until morning. But it was now after midnight, and they wanted to have some time to themselves. Patrick and Carl stepped into the cab, hand in hand. They sped to Carl's place, where they spent the night talking, resting, and making love. Just one day had started a new chapter in Carl's life. He was totally happy with Patrick, and they soon moved into a new house together. Carl would never see his therapist again.