The opportunity came up this past September for me to leave London for an extended weekend and visit Germany. I ended up spending a few days in Frankfurt, a city I didn’t know and which I enjoyed very much.
The weather was lovely throughout my stay – shorts and T-shirt temperature – and the friends I was staying with supplied me with good food, drinks and, occasionally, ecstasy pills.
On the Saturday night (3rd September), early hours of the morning, I took leave of my friends for a bit of exploring, with the hope of bumping into a cute guy. It was 2 a.m. and most guys were drunk and heading home or trying to find bars that were still open. It then dawned on me that this was the perfect opportunity to visit a gay sauna – the chance of anyone knowing me were practically nil.
I looked at my phone and saw there was one called Metropol a few streets away, in the centre of town. Its entrance was so unassuming – it looked like the entrance to a regular gym – that I walked right past it. Once inside, I climbed some stairs to the second floor and rang a doorbell to be buzzed in. A shirtless bear with a fake tan greeted me from behind the reception desk. I said I didn’t speak German and he said in English that it was 17.50 euros for one towel and a locker, and that I should bring the lock and the towel back to him when I chose to leave. He also asked if I needed flip flops and I replied that I didn’t (for the next few hours I noticed guys wearing them – white plastic sandals that were actually quite sensible to wear in that environment.)
Through the entrance was a large, brightly lit locker room. A window to one side looked into a mini gym. I took off my clothes next to two guys that were leaving, wrapped the complimentary condom found in my locker in my towel’s fold, and started my exploration.
Everything looked cheap and tacky, like a low budget sex fantasy. Loud, dark and ominous house music played through the whole sauna, giving it an unfriendly vibe. The fake tanned bear at reception was now behind a bar next to the lockers, serving drinks to some guys. There were some café-style tables nearby and a TV room beyond them. There was also a corner with computers where guys could go online if they wished to.
Past this area, there was a Jacuzzi (cold both times I went in) and a communal shower room next to it. The steam room was next to the showers, and the dry sauna some feet away. From the dry sauna you walked past a massage room, a relaxation area for people to take naps on sun loungers, and a few park benches scattered around for guys to sit and check the talent. You then entered a maze.
There were maybe 30 guys in the sauna, all silently walking around or sitting by themselves. The dry sauna was my favourite place – hardly anyone in there, clean and warm. The steam room wasn’t warm at all – it was more like a dark maze where you walked through a mist and had some wet tiles to sit on if you chose to.
I went first to the toilet (just past the massage room) because I needed to piss. A guy was in there, slowly drying his legs by the urinals, looking at me in a meaningful way. I had taken ecstasy earlier in the evening and was beginning to come down – so I went into one of the cabins instead and stood there for a while, waiting for anything to come out. I was a little worried I wouldn’t be able to get an erection (ecstasy makes my cock go inside itself). I then went to the shower space, feeling a bit paranoid about my cock’s size, and washed myself.
I decided to hang out a bit at the dry sauna, warm up. I went in just as a balding, bearded guy with long hair was coming out. (For the next hour this guy would follow me everywhere, trying to get me interested in him.) From the dry sauna I went into the maze. Most of the guys were in there, walking up and down, or inside rooms, either lying on their stomachs (wanting to be fucked) or their cocks on display (wanting to fuck). Nearly all of them were obese and elderly.
Deep inside the maze, past the rooms, were some cages, a few glory holes and some devices I couldn’t make sense of (maybe for spanking?) Then there was a small dark room, with two slings. Every time I went in there for the rest of the evening there’d be at least one guy hooked up, either getting fucked or waiting for a fuck.
None of the guys interested me and so the weird, silent walking around continued throughout the tacky surroundings. I thankfully started to relax a bit and decided to do like the other guys – leave my towel in a cubby hole at the entrance to the steam room maze and hang out in there. I went in, past two shadows standing by the walls, and found a wet ledge inside, slick as if covered with cum, where I could sit down and watch the steam through the faint blue light on the ceiling. I started jerking off, imagining a guy in the shadows watching me. And a guy did show up – the balding, bearded guy with long hair who’d been following me up until then. He walked past me, seemed to watch me for a while in the shadows, then came back and sat down next to me (this wasn’t the first time he’d done this – he’d also sat right next to me in the dry sauna, but he couldn’t bring himself to make a move.)
In what I thought was typical German fashion, he waited for me to make a move. He pressed his leg slightly against mine. I decided if he wanted me so badly, he could have me. I pressed back against him and he grabbed my cock. We started kissing. He moaned something in German and I said I didn’t speak the language. “You are very handsome,” he said in a thick accent.
I squeezed one of his nipples, moved my hand down his back. He started jerking off and stood up to lean against me, almost straddling my legs. I pressed his ass, kissed him, and tweaked his nipples as he beat off. A guy came out of the shadows and touched his shoulders but he gestured the guy away. In a minute, he was shooting his cum all over my chest. He then walked away without a word, washed himself with cold water from a tap in the corner and disappeared. I followed suit and used the same tap to wash his cum off me.
Back outside, I took another shower, this time beside three other guys. I wasn’t feeling anymore so shy about my cock size, despite it being obvious that all these German guys were very well hung. I then returned to the dry sauna to relax, where I found a tall, young blonde guy lying on his back.
He had long arms and legs, and a nicely toned body, with a bit of blonde hair on his chest. His blonde hair was buzzed short, like a soldier’s, and his face was like a little boy’s. He looked at me with seriousness and I smiled back. He then smiled and looked away. He did that a few more times and then said: “fuck, you are making me hard.” I laughed and said: “I’m glad.”
He then stood up to leave and I decided to follow him. I liked that he was in his 20s, that he was toned and strong – but not in a gym bunny kind of way – and that I’d made him hard. He wandered into the maze, checking rooms, checking out guys, getting checked out, with me tailing behind him. We briefly sat in the porn room, on its large vinyl mattress, but a young pudgy guy with glasses sat in between us so after a while we left.
At first, it was as if he were after something else, but maybe my tailing started to convince him I’d be his first fuck of the night. We stopped in the dark room with the slings, two guys already at it in there, and I kissed him.
“How did you know I was English?” I asked.
“I didn’t,” he whispered back, and kissed me back.
We left the darkroom and this time he opened each cabin door, looking for one available for us. Finally, we found one and stepped inside. I closed the door and was about to lock it but he stopped me and smiled: “leave it.”
We took off our towels and showed our erections. His cock was thick and about 8 inches long, a thing of beauty. I pressed mine against his, kept kissing him. He got on the bed and ordered me to join him and get on all fours. I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking.
While I blew him he spat on his hand and started working the spit into my asshole. Then he slapped my ass and shoved his cock hard in my mouth. I took it all in, cupping his balls, working his shaft.
He turned me around and licked my asshole. “You ready for my big cock?” he teased with a fake American accent. (Throughout our fuck he’d keep talking like that, like he was an American porn star, never quite able, though, to escape his German accent – “you’re my bitch now”, “how do you like my cock in your tight hole?” etc.)
He started pressing his cock against my hole. I picked the condom that was wrapped in my towel and handed it to him. “No…” he moaned in my ear and pressed his cock harder. It hurt and wouldn’t go in; it was thick and large in a way I wasn’t used to. “You’re too big for me,” I tried to joke.
“Let’s try it this way,” he said, lying on his back. I straddled him and led his cock – without a condom – to my hole. He looked even more child-like staring at me, blue neon light lighting up his face. His breath smelt faintly of alcohol.
As his cock went in, I flinched in pain. “Are you OK?” he kept asking. And I laughed and said yes even though I was feeling discomfort. Finally, his cock was all the way in and I started riding it. He squeezed my nipples, pressed my ass, shoved his cock up, all the time sporting porno talk (“yeah baby, ride that thick fucker”, “show me how much you want it baby”.) Then he said: “let me know when you’re coming baby, I want to shoot the same time.”
Problem was, because I was coming down from ecstasy and my nerves were slightly frayed, I was lasting longer. “Shoot on my chest baby,” he said as he jerked me off. Eventually he couldn’t hold it any longer and shot his cum inside me. Amazingly, his cock continued hard (recently, I found out from a friend that he had probably taken Viagra – in all my innocence I didn’t pick up on this!) I kept riding it for some time longer until I shot my load on his chest. He scooped some of the cum and stuck it in his mouth, then pulled my head down and shared it with me in a kiss.
We weren’t over yet. He made me lie down and lift my legs; he straddled me and his rock hard cock went in. Now it felt really pleasurable, he was fucking me real good. “My hole isn’t going to be tight anymore by the end of tonight,” I joked.
“That’s right baby,” he moaned and fucked me harder.
At this point I noticed someone peeking through the half open door, but they then went away. Maybe there had been others before that I hadn’t been aware of. Then an older, unfit guy walked in to watch us (I thought later how it must have looked like a 3D porno to him.) We kept fucking, talking dirty, dripping sweat all over the place (the vinyl mattress was completely wet by this stage and my German boy had to keep wiping sweat from his face with my towel.) The older guy started touching my head so I flicked him away. Then he gently stroked the German boy’s shoulder, making him also flinch. He then stuck his head in between us, to see the cock up close going in and out of me. My boy ordered him to leave in German (I think) and so he did.
He then leaned down and started sucking on my cock, while still fucking me. “Shoot in my mouth baby.” But although my cock was hard and I was in heaven, I just couldn’t. Again, he couldn’t hold it in for any longer and shot his second load inside my well-used and wet hole. Still, his cock stayed hard and he kept fucking me, waiting for me to cum. Eventually it became clear that it wasn’t going to happen so he pulled out and said: “I’m going to take a shower OK?”
After he left, I wiped the sweat off the mattress with paper towels from a dispenser and waited for him. I wasn’t sure if he would come back so I concluded it was best if I also take a shower. There were some fit young guys showering and some chatty young guys walking around (maybe they had just arrived from the clubs.) I showered and got inside the cool Jacuzzi. I watched the boys come and go for a while, including my German boy, who strode past me without noticing me and seemed to be looking for something or someone (me? A new fuck?)
It was 5a.m. by this stage and I decided it was probably enough for one night. A good looking guy stood by the lockers checking his phone and, outside, another good looking guy in his twenties was talking to the fake-tanned bear at reception. The guy gestured to the receptionist to serve me first as I only had to return my key and lock, but the bear receptionist, maybe hoping to make some lame point, insisted on taking payment from the guy first, chatting to him a bit (in English, as if I cared what they had to say). Finally, he took my lock and key and I left.