"Then why don’t YOU come eat mine?" some chunky chick with mouse-brown hair whined, "Since you took away my source of dick…" The brunette grinned, shrugged, and turned to stick her face in the other woman’s hairy muff, and Fred found himself at loose ends.
"Come on," Brush Cut waved, grinning, "Let me show you some of the rest of the facilities." Fred looked around, shrugged, and got up to follow as the guy led him away.
They’d been in the Women’s Locker Room when they started; Brush Cut led Fred to the Men’s via Women’s Showers, the Steam Room and the Men’s Showers that separated them. "The Steam Room is co-ed," he said conversationally as they passed through, "But management recognized the right to privacy in some areas, so each sex has their own sauna…" They arrived before the door, and Brush Cut ushered Fred inside.
Fred had been in saunas before; someone had turned this one down a bit, but it was still hot. It was also small, probably only comfortable for about four people. Once inside, Brush Cut flipped the latch. "That ensures privacy, when you want it…" The place was empty but for the two of them. "Sure, there is a window," he added, "but it is generally fogged, and it’s a lot brighter out there than it is in here."
"Okay…" Fred said nervously. "So now what?"
Brush Cut shrugged. "You seemed nervous about being seen with my lips around your dick, so I thought I’d take you somewhere private while I showed you a few things about how it’s done." With that, he dropped to his knees and engulfed Fred’s meat.
Fred put his hand on Brush Cut’s head to push him away — but found that he couldn’t do it; the dude had a magic mouth! In no time, Fred found that he was tugging on the guy’s head instead of pushing him away. The dude backed off, grinning, "See? Chicks can’t compete. Watch this!" Brush Cut collected Fred’s dick, re-oriented a bit, and swallowed him!
Fred’s eyes bugged out; the feel of it was incredible — not to mention the sight! Brush Cut managed to grin around his dick and went back to a standard suck — which was plenty to get Fred’s balls boiling. When Brush Cut started playing with his ball sack, Fred let go, howling, and Brush Cut just swallowed the stuff. When it was over, Brush Cut got up, said, "I’ll see you around," and walked out, leaving the door open.
Nobody was looking when Fred slunk out of there; he stayed away from anything too hot until he’d recovered somewhat, then made sure he got two more nuts from strange pussies before the evening was out — but the incident worked on him…
Fred promised himself that he wouldn’t get caught up with that kind of thing again, but he was pronging some bitch doggie at the next party when he looked up to find Brush Cut grinning at him from the door. The little bitch was selfish — getting hers, then crawling off him to go blow some other guy, probably her old man — so Fred was suddenly at loose ends when Brush Cut motioned him to follow with a nod of his head.
Three minutes later, they were back at the sauna; Brush Cut grinned, "I missed you," as he sank to his knees and started working Fred’s meat. It was the same as last time — too good to say no to, no matter how embarrassing it was. This time, however, Brush Cut didn’t finish him; instead, he got him going strong, then backed off. "Now you try."
"Hey, I don’t wanna do that shit…"
"Why not? Afraid you’ll get seen? This is an open group — nobody would give you any shit, anyway. Besides, we’re private here, remember?" But Fred just grimaced and waved him off.
"Suit yourself." Brush Cut settled back to jack himself, leaving Fred VERY aroused and missing that mouth… "Want me to jack you?"
"I want you to finish up!" Fred groused, but he accepted the hand that enclosed his dick and started pumping.
"So, you’re a taker? You don’t give anything?" Brush Cut taunted. "You won’t get much around here like that…" His eyes challenged Fred. "Jack me — you can do THAT can’t you?"
Fred felt guilty enough to overcome his reluctance and reach out to take Brush Cut’s cock in his hand, but he was sheepish. "Look, Man," Brush Cut pointed out, "It’s just you and me — we’re private here. Besides, like I said, nobody would give you shit, anyway! Relax!"
Fred had never done anything like this — but it wasn’t killing him, apparently. Brush Cut’s cock was a little smaller than his, curved a bit more, and was VERY hard. Fred jacked it, getting familiar with it while enjoying Brush Cut’s hands on his own dick; somehow, when it wasn’t you jerking off, it was better — and the idea of giving someone else pleasure had a certain appeal.
They did each other in silence for a bit, then Brush Cut offered, "I’ll suck you some more — but you’ve at least got to give it a try…" Fred opened his mouth to express his reluctance, but Brush Cut leaned over and started sucking again.
Brush Cut brought Fred to the edge — and let it slip away — two separate times before he popped up, "Now you try."
"Dammit, I…"
"You agreed," Brush Cut insisted. Of course, Fred hadn’t — but he hadn’t pushed the man away, either — so now he was stuck with his tacit acceptance. He glanced guiltily up at the door, but the window was clear of any observers. "I’ll finish you, if you do it," Brush Cut sweetened the deal.
"Okay," Fred grunted. Kneeling on the floorboards, he moved up close. Brush Cut’s cock had been weeping pre-cum on his hand for some time while he jacked it; close up, Fred could smell the stuff, and he figured that the taste wouldn’t be any fun. Still, he was in, whether he wanted to be or not … Reluctantly, he rolled his lips over the fat purple head.
"Aahhhh!" Brush Cut moaned. "Shit, that’s great! I knew you could do it! Work it some for me! You know what it needs — we all do…"
Fred was discovering that pre-cum wasn’t exactly poisonous; it might not be the greatest thing he’d ever tasted, but it wasn’t bad. More confident, he bobbed up and down a few times on Brush Cut’s meat, running his lips up and down the shaft and working his tongue on the underside. "How’s that?"
"Great, Man! Come on, I was on you for a looong time…" Brush Cut coaxed.
"Remember what you promised!" Fred warned.
"Yeah, yeah, no problem!" Brush Cut agreed. "Yeah, that’s it! Up and down, make those lips work for you! Yeah! Use the tongue! There! Yeah! I TOLD you that you knew what needs doing!"
Sometime in the next couple of minutes, Fred realized to his embarrassment that he was into what he was doing. He had Brush Cut hissing and moaning and squirming and it was, well, fun! Still, it wouldn’t do to give the fucker the idea he was getting over … He backed off, settling on his ass. "So, how was that?"
"Aw, c’mon, Man! You had me right there! Finish me off, willya? I’ll show you a trick…" Brush Cut whined.
"Yeah, what?"
"I’m not telling — but it’ll blow the top of your head right off!" Brush Cut insisted.
"Awright…" Fred went back at it. Thirty seconds later, Brush Cut grabbed his head and Fred found himself fighting a losing battle against taking a load in his mouth. He didn’t have a proper grip or a decent place to push; while he was still floundering, Brush Cut’s cock pulsed his jizz onto Fred’s tongue. Released, Fred hopped up spitting, fighting mad, "You sumbitch!"
"Hey, okay! Sorry! I sucked yours! How come you’re always ducking out?"
"You didn’t fucking warn me!" Fred howled.
"Did you?" Brush Cut retorted. "I seem to remember you just blowing a load down my throat! Besides, surely you knew it was coming!"
"You didn’t have to hold me down!" Fred ranted — but Brush Cut just looked at him. Shit, ' Fred realized, 'I didn’t let HIM up! "Awright — I was surprised, okay? I wasn’t thinking about it." He sat. "You gonna do me?"