Being gay, I've occasionally visited a local gay sauna. Most of the guys I've fucked/played with there have been patrons, but one was actually a staff member on the clock. He was at the reception and thusly served me when I arrived that morning and was going about his work as I roamed about naked with a towel on my shoulder, letting his eyes linger on me for a second or three every time he passed. After another encounter in the darkrooms, I washed off in the upstairs showers. Exiting and starting to dry myself off, I noticed him attending to the nearby bathroom stalls. We then locked eyes, and he didn't take his eyes off me once as I dried myself off. I could feel him looking at me every time I looked away, I could tell he really liked what he saw dangling between my legs and had been waiting for just such a moment
As soon as I finished, he beckoned me into one of the stalls. Before I could process anything, I was in the stall with him on his knees sucking me off. It felt amazing, but we both wanted and needed more. Placing both hands on the back wall, dropping his shorts to the floor and arching his back right out at me, he made his intentions and needs clear. I was rock-hard by this point, so I carefully lined up my aching dick, wet with his spit, with his warm hairy hole, asked if he was ready, and when I got the affirmative, I slowly slid up him.
It wasn't long before my hips were moving on their own and the sounds of wet flesh slapping together mixed with our grunts and groans filled the stall: he felt fucking amazing. His warm hole combined with his moans and groans, I knew I wasn't gonna last all that long. I gasped out 'I'm gonna cum' and slowly pulled out and started wanking. It took less than a minute before I blew all over his back growling and moaning as I spattered him. I collapsed onto his back, kissing it gently and muttering my endless approvals. We quickly departed the stall and I had to go for another shower. So fucking worth it though.