Sauna Stud
#2 of Smut
Wow, that was a great workout! It had been a hard day; 40-degree heat, bastard of a boss, he'd even managed to shock himself a couple of times during the installation of that last ceiling fan. How was that even possible? The bloody house didn't even have electricity to it yet, for crying out loud! But, going to the gym and pushing his body to its limit had always be cathartic to him. Stressful day? Bad break-up? Family drama? Just go to the gym and blast out so many reps that he can't feel his body any more and all becomes right in the world once more. Today was no different, of course, but he felt he needed to treat himself today, so it was time to hit the sauna. The layout of this gym had always seemed strange to Carlin, you had to go through the changing rooms to get to the saunas, but the showers didn't connect to either one, instead being further down the hall from the changing rooms. He never showered at the gym, though, the naked walk between the change rooms and the showers where everyone could see him didn't bother him even remotely, he had always been most worried about contracting some kind of foot fungus instead.
He had never had that issue with the changing rooms, they always seemed immaculate by comparison. A quality that he still appreciated every time he entered them. Upon doing so, Carlin quickly stripped off; his body was muscular, there was no doubt about that, however, there also remained just the hint of a belly, which no amount of exercise ever seemed able to conquer. The dingo's dark blue fur had, in his opinion, always been his best feature, though, he didn't mind his mis-matched eyes, one of emerald, the other, gold. He grabbed the clean towel from his bag and wrapped it around his waist before stuffing his sweaty gear in and making his way to the sauna. As he entered, he noticed a wusky sitting on the lower bench, eyes closed, but clearly still awake. "Heya, I'm Josh. Haven't seen you around here much!" he spoke without opening his eyes. "G'day, yeah, I do come here often, but I usually only use the sauna if I'm here early morning or late at night - quieter and more heat for me, y'know." "Makes sense, makes sense." The wusky had opened his eyes now and it appeared that he had more he wanted to say, or perhaps he just wanted to keep staring. Either way, Josh ended up breaking his gaze; the dingo clearly wanted to be left alone.
The heat was more intense than usual, it felt wonderful, he hadn't slept well last night and the day had really taken a toll on him, so it only took a couple of minutes before Carlin was lulled to sleep by the calming heat, dead to the world. Josh would openly admit that he had been staring at the absolute stud that had appeared before him; not just his body, but, thanks to the height and angle at which he was sitting which afforded the wusky a perfect view, the goodies the towel was trying to hide. Large, meaty balls sitting so perfectly below his long, thick tool. He was intact too; something that had always driven Josh wild! Not that he didn't like his own, cut meat, but this was something special. It made him drool just thinking about it. And then he heard the soft snoring emanating from the dingo. LUCKY!!
"Carlin? You alright there?" No response except for a small snort and a slightly louder snore. Perfect. He inched his way over to the dingo, slowly helped him down into a lying position, making sure to use a calm, soothing voice to reassure him that he was just getting him comfy in case there was any part of his target that was still aware. As he did so, the towel "accidentally" came undone, it didn't flop open as the wusky had been hoping, but it was a start! He took a moment to drink in the gorgeous figure before him: those toned arms and chest, that slight belly, his piercings - eyebrow, septum, ear and nipple. And ho-ly FUCK , that bulge! For just a moment, Josh hoped that that gorgeous cock would also be pierced, he couldn't think of any other way to improve such a perfect specimen. Alas, as quickly as the thought had hit him, he remembered that it was not so; he had already caught a glimpse and there was no such piercing. Oh well, can't win 'em all! He thought to himself as he experimentally placed his paw on the bulge, giving it a careful stroke, watching Carlin's face for even the most minute indication that he had been stirred; all that came was more snoring.
Slowly, carefully, but most of ally, hungrily, the wusky pulled the towel apart, revealing his prize. It was beautiful! H just had to see what it tasted like. A long, slow lick from the ball sack to the opening of his foreskin. It was as delicious as he had been expecting. He slowly lowered his lips over it, making sure to apply just enough pressure to retract the foreskin as the tool slid into his hungry muzzle. Had he not already been rock hard just from the view, the feeling of the already substantial manhood growing within him would have been enough to get him from zero to diamond hardness instantly. He bobbed up and down, licking, slurping, loving the feeling of it growing in his mouth. He could tell that it was still very floppy, but it was already dangerously close to filling his entire mouth. He had to find out what this stud had to work with. Even if he ended up with lockjaw, he was going to enjoy every millimetre of this stranger's equipment. He continued to lap and slurp at the length with conviction and it continued to grow ever longer and thicker. The occasional small noise or moan gave him pause, but it seemed that the dingo was still fast asleep each time.
Deciding that he needed to speed up the process - lest he be caught - Josh began to stroke the giant cock with one paw as the other fondled the kiwi fruit sized family jewels nestled underneath. The moans became more and more frequent and, as if to demonstrate just how much he was enjoying it, the dingo's manhood quickly grew to its full size, and boy was it a mouthful! Josh had always considered himself an average guy, especially in the category of endowment. In locker rooms in high school, he had always been roughly the same size as everyone else; a trend that had continued into his adult life. Gym saunas, changing rooms and shower, every single one of his male family members that he had had the misfortune of copping an eyeful of throughout his years, even all of his patients at the retirement community that required assistance showering! Average, average, average. But today, he wasn't dealing with average, oh, no! This monster was at least twice the size of his own in girth, and easily one-and-a-half to two-and-a-half times as long! There was no way he would get the entire thing inside him without waking up the object of his lust. If he was going to do this, he needed it out and to start again, so he decided that some light frotting was called for. This was something he had always loved doing and if he didn't get to swallow that hole thing before Carlin woke up, at the very least he would have the memories of his cock pressed up against that monster. Pressing both pairs of balls together and then lining up the shafts he began to stroke. As expected, it took two hands to wrap around both, and even then, it was only just possible. His own manhood so dwarfed by Carlin's that it looked positively tiny. Each stroke was heaven, the way Carlin's foreskin retracted and helped him slide down his own shaft, it was getting to be too much, he was falling in love. Holy fuck, he just had to have this thing entirely in him!
Well, here went everything... He started at the tip; Carlin's foreskin retracted, the speckled head on display in all its glory. Slowly, slowly, he bobbed up and down, taking in more of the sizeable manhood with each repetition. Once he had reached the quarter-way mark, though, he felt the length hit the back of his throat; he knew what he had to do, if that woke his stud prematurely, then so be it. With a nervous gulp, Josh pushed further, allowing his throat to be penetrated, eliciting a low moan from Carlin. One mini-heart-attack later, Josh realised that he may just be able to pull this off without alerting or waking his plaything.
Further and further, he pushed, 90% of the way in no, and it didn't feel like he had much more space in him, but he was so, so close! With one final gulp, he did it, he felt his lips touch the dingo's pelvis. SUCCESS!! Now he needed the final prize. He got to work, bobbing up and down, his throat the sauna stud's fleshlight, his paws feeling over the stranger's body, playing with his low hangers. Whatever he was doing seemed to be working! The moans became more and more frequent, as did the throbs, each of which caused the wusky to moan, further stimulating the dingo. It was close, it was so close! Just a tiny bit more and he would have his prize!
One final bob, half the cock leaving his throat before being plunged back in and he had won! "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuu-u-uuuuuuuuuuuk." The moan was that of a very much conscious dingo, too enthralled in the ecstasy of orgasm to realise that his large, steaming hot ropes of seed were shooting down the throat of an eager and thirsty wusky, who swallowed every last drop. Holy fuck, that had to be the best orgasm he'd had in a very long time. Carlin was still in the afterglow of such a satisfying completion when he noticed the wusky, still eagerly slurping away at his manhood.
Josh, noticing now that Carlin had realised what was going on sheepishly offered "You looked so pent up, I just thought I should help you out with it..." This, of course, occurring only after allowing Carlin's dick to slide out of him, another short wave of almost painful pleasure shooting through the dingo as a result. "I did, did I? Well then, if I'm truly that pent up, what about you and me get out of here and go do something about that?" The hungry smile on the dingo's face promising Josh a very fun night ahead of him.