Tracey Parker is an urban explorer, based in Mexico City, who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world. This time he explores a local gay sauna known in Detroit where men hook up.
I had always been curious about Body Zone. I had heard my friends talk about it in a negative way and how dirty it was and how they’d never go there. I myself always found better things were said about The Diplomat Club in Grand Rapids, if you’re okay for a bit of a horny adventure drive two hours out of Detroit.
But this time, I found myself in Detroit with nothing to do. I went to a New Year’s Eve party a few years ago, but this year, I didn’t have any plans. I wanted to change that.
When I got to Body Zone, another guy in the changing room caught my eye. He had a plain look about him. He wouldn’t have caught my eye out on the street. But here, in the darkness and neon lighting, you could tell there was a fire burning inside of him.
As the layers of clothes came off him, he became more and more sexy. He removed his huge winter jacket, and I could see his skinny frame beneath his clothes.
I loved how his body modestly moved while folding his clothes and fitting all his winter gear inside his tiny locker. This modest action was disproportionate to the effect he was having on my insides. A surge of desire grew inside my chest, getting bigger and bigger as I watched him.
He unbuttoned his shirt, and I saw his olive skin, still dark even in the dead of winter. His dark skin was accented by even darker patches of hair in the most sensual parts of his body: his chest, under his arms, and mostly his dark pubes bursting out from above the waistband of his underwear.
He had a huge bulge that hung down, covered up by his tighty whities, which, when removed, revealed a soft and thick elephant trunk that softly lay over his big, hairy balls. I was rationing my staring at first, waiting to make eye contact or for him to at least acknowledge the attention I was giving him, but when I realized he was ignoring me, I just went ahead and looked all I wanted.
He put on his towel and sandals and swiftly moved off toward the music of the party and left me there alone. I was still in my winter clothes and was beginning to get hot. I unzipped my jacket and nervously began to undress.
As what should have been expected for NYE, the club was packed, and I wandered around several times and always saw a diverse crowd of men, mostly socializing, but some engaged in action. Despite the hotties I saw in the crowd, nothing could take my mind off the guy I saw changing in the locker room. I was looking for him, but I couldn’t find him.
I decided to go back into the steam room because it felt so nice and warm inside. I took a seat on a tiled bench and watched the parade of men wander past me in their towels and flip-flops.
Soon, my Locker room Lust Object (LLO) came around the corner of the steam room in the parade of sweaty bodies. This time he stared right into my eyes. When he saw me, he immediately opened his towel and revealed a thick, brown, uncut cock with a pink head poking out from his foreskin. I didn’t remember him being this big. I opened my mouth in surprise, and before I knew it, he was shoving his cock into my mouth.
I gripped the base of his cock with my wet mouth and felt his forest of pubic hair tickle my throat. I wanted to admire the head of his cock and play around with the top of it, but he seemed determined to choke me with it and ram it down my throat until I sputtered and coughed.
Each time I would choke, he would pull out and let me catch my breath. He kept his cock right in front of my face, and I could smell the musky smell of him mixed in with the eucalyptus.
I lifted up the cock and licked his sturdy, thick ballsack. It tasted so salty and dirty, and I lost myself in the experience. I just slowly kept licking them and breathing slowly. I reached up and placed my hands on his slippery, hairy torso.
The parade of men began to stop and watch us. More and more of them wanted to join what we were doing. Several men were trying to fuck him since his back was to them. He still had his towel half on, but they were reaching up from underneath and trying to stick their greedy, intrusive fingers into his hole. He was swatting them away, but more just kept coming.
He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Let’s go to a private room.”
I responded by getting up and following him as we ducked and squeezed our way through the pile of men surrounding us. We made our way to the maze of small cubicles. When we got to LLO’s room, he unlocked it with a key that hung from his wrist. He opened the door and walked in first.
I followed him inside, and we both allowed our towels to fall off our bodies. The room was quiet, but we could hear the music buzzing outside. There was also a current from the constant circling of men all around us just outside the room.
He had a travel tube of lube that he had removed from his backpack. He put a large gob of it on the top of his cock as I placed my hands against the wall and made myself available for him to penetrate. He opened my cheeks and slid himself inside of me, the lube making it easy and little resistance that can happen when just trying to make it work in the bathhouse with spit and hope.
I still needed a bit of work to open up my hole for him, but soon the moment came when I finally opened up, and his hard dick slid inside of me. I could see him staring at his beautiful body, which dripped with sexuality, in the mirror on the door. We were an amazing spectacle. He was just going at me with so much hunger, pulling himself out and ramming himself back in. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I allowed him to overtake me and make me his whore.
Suddenly, I felt him pull out of me. He told me to lay down on the mattress. I followed his commands and then threw my legs up into the air.
LLO grabbed hold of my ankles and placed himself right in front of my hole. I looked up to him with admiration and fear. Slowly, he slid inside of me again. He would open my legs up and fuck me spread-eagled and then move my legs around as he pleased.
I was jerking myself off, and he must have thought that I was about to cum, because he swatted my hand away from my cock. I was surprised and extremely turned on by his lustful force. Then he told me to get on my hands and knees.
Again, I did exactly as he told me. He put my ass in the air and lined it up with his cock, which still maintained its weapon-like shape. He told me he was going to come inside of me. Then he rammed himself inside of me and proceeded to relentlessly pound me. It was taking him a long time to finish.
He kept changing positions and angles and kept ordering me to change my position, but he never stopped pounding me. Eventually, I heard him scream as he came inside of me hard and loud, in the most dramatic way I had ever witnessed.
He was dripping with sweat, and he looked like a god standing there with me beneath him, ravaged from his conquest of my hole. I looked at him and began jerking myself off again. This time he didn’t swat my hand away. He realized I was enjoying how he looked, and he assumed the role of model as he stood there and caught his breath. Pretty soon, I came with a massive cum shot that I remember hitting my clavicles and the base of my neck.
We could hear the countdown outside, and we realized that we’d been fucking for over an hour.
I left him in his private room and walked to the showers. Soon after, he joined me, and we showered among many other men, but the special feeling that we had created between us by our encounter still remained.
He came over and joined me and gave me a sexy, wet kiss as the water washed the sex and sleaze from our bodies. After our shower, he walked away without saying anything.
I had a good feeling that it was going to be a great year.
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