Written by keredim, and originally published on sagbachronicles.com
It is Sunday. I have been in Prague for two weeks with work. I am horny. I am an arse man. I make no apologies about that. I like them bubble, I like them muscular, I like them pert, I like them visible. When I see guys I like on the street, in the bus, train, clubs, bars, wherever, I check out their backsides. I check out the local guys here, and though majority of them have porn star looks, their arses were flat, sometimes concave shaped. My chances of getting laid seem low.
Previous attempts at hooking up using Grindr and Scruff have been futile. About 80% of the profiles on there are twinks. I am beginning to think this is where twinks are manufactured and sent out to the rest of Europe – a bit like the Skoda. Twinks are not for me. I prefer muscular/athletic body types. I mention this in my profile, but this is ignored. A common trend I find, no matter where in the world I am. No one reads. Why the twinks pose like Victoria Beckham, complete with pouty lips in their profile pics, bewilders me. They send me unsolicited pics of their bums, usually exposing their arseholes. Where I am lucky, they send bum pics in a bend-over pose to accentuate their bony arses.
The other 20% of the profiles are either not attractive or want a racial sexual fantasy fulfilled. When I get messages like “I like black mans”, “I have never had a black man inside me” or “I want BBC – Big Black Cock ”, I look for the block icon.
So I head out to one of the two highly recommended Gay saunas in Prague – Sauna Babylonia, situated in the old town area, near Mustek Metro station. I pay the entry fee, get a towel and go to the locker area to change. I take a quick shower, and then walk around to see what is available. The sauna, stem room, wet area and relaxation areas are all on the ground floor. The private cubicles are on the lower ground floor level; there is also a video room which streams gay porn. Laid out on the floor, in front of the screen are mattresses covered in plastic, for clients to lay on and have sex, if they so desire. The video room is empty. The cabins are basic, as in most saunas, with a raised surface the size of a narrow single bed with a foam mattress covered with a plastic sheet for easy cleaning. There is a condom and lube dispenser and another one for tissues.
The sauna isn’t busy for a Sunday afternoon. I count only twelve men in the whole establishment, six look like they are well into retirement and four I am not that keen on. But then I see a couple of surfer type guys, who look like they are in their mid to late 20s. Both about 6ft tall with tanned skin and athletic bodies. One with sun bleached hair and an ample bum and the other brown hair and not so ample bum, but definitely shag worthy.
I lock eyes with Sun-bleach. I smile, he smiles. I walk towards the cubicle area. He follows me. I enter a cubicle and he enters and locks the door behind him for privacy. We introduce each other. His name is Christian from Germany. He and his friend are in Prague for some skateboard tournament. (I wasn’t far off then). I take off my towel to reveal my healthy interest in him. He gets on his knees and starts sucking me off. He is quite good at it.
He gets off his knees and drops his towel. He is hung low and truly blessed and looks like he would do someone some damage. He motions me to sit on the makeshift bed and hands me a condom, which I put on. He takes lube from the lube dispenser in the cubicle and lubes up my sheathed cock. He generously applies some lube to his arsehole. He straddles me, one arm around my neck for support, the other guiding my cock inside him. It feels like a tight squeeze, but with efficiency I can only ascribe to Germans, he sinks himself down quite smoothly till my whole length disappears inside him. Then he moans as my full length enters him and grips my neck hard and swears under his breath and shudders. I feel a warm wet substance on my belly button. I reckon my dick grazed his prostate on the way in and he bust his nut; (so much for German efficiency). It is over. He is apologetic and embarrassed. He says he was over excited and offers to suck me off. I decline and assure him I am fine. We shake hands and part ways. He and his friend head for the shower and they leave. I do the same, not satisfied.
I head over to the other highly recommended Gay Sauna – Sauna Labyrint. Maybe I will get more satisfaction there. This one is in Karlin quarter, a quiet trendy area off the well-beaten tourist track. I get to the door, get buzzed in and pay the entry fee. I get assigned a locker and I collect the keys and head to the locker room. Quick change and shower, towel round my waist, I take a quick tour of the establishment to get my bearings.
Like the name suggests, the place is a labyrinth. It is spread over five floors and its quite easy to get lost moving from floor to floor and while scouting for potential shags. The bar, Jacuzzi, steam room and dry sauna area are all on the ground floor. There are two sets of staircases that lead to the upper levels I take one of them and explore. There is a video room and a few cabins on the first level and a dark closed area with stalls that have glory holes on the walls.
On the next 3 levels above are more cabins laid out around a maze of corridors and a large video room streaming porn on the screen and people having sex on the floor on plastic covered mattresses. This sauna is a lot busier than Sauna Babylon and the clientele are of mixed ages and body types. There is something for everyone. As I take my tour, I clock a few guys I would like to get with.
I home in on one such guy. He is about 5’10’’ tall, dark hair, handsome face, nice toned body, strong legs like he plays football, and of course the all-important booty is quite noticeable. He looks at me, smiles and walks towards the stairs to go to another floor. I follow; I am about 10 steps behind him. He finds a cabin and leaves the door ajar – this is the universal gay sauna signal for an invitation to treat. I step in and close the door behind me. We exchange pleasantries. He is Russian, in Prague on business. I feel sorry for him. It must be hard living in a country rich with anti-gay propaganda. Yet the heavily botoxed ruler takes off his shirt in public every summer to expose his moobs and pecs, as a show of his strength and virility whilst somehow managing to exude homoerotism.
We discard our towels and start playing with each other. He gets on his knees and starts sucking me off. I reach down and first play with his nipples, then I reach over and gently play around with his bum and eventually finger him. He sinks lower down into my fingers, indicating to me that he wants to be fucked.
I put on a condom and apply lube on my cock. Then I lube up his eager, round ass. He gets on the raised makeshift bed and lies back so that he is facing me, while I stand off the side of the bed with his feet resting on my shoulders. I enter him and he winces. I pause for him to get used to me inside him. It feels warm inside there. He relaxes. I feel he is comfortable; I start a slow rocking motion with my hips. Back and forth I rock, gradually increasing the pace. He gets more relaxed and his legs spread wider allowing my thrusts go deeper. He starts jerking himself off. I take my rocking motion up a notch and maintain pace. He strokes himself harder; I increase my pace. He arches his back up, lets out a deep moan and shoots his load over his belly. I give a few hard thrusts and shoot my load as well.
I withdraw from inside him and we wipe off excess lube and say thanks to each other. I go and have a shower and head to the bar for a soft drink, to try and replace any lost fluids and recover.
I finish my drink; my batteries are at half charge. I head to the dry sauna area to get some heat into my body. A blonde muscular guy, mid 30s, about 6’ 3” tall is lying face down naked on one of the benches. I sit on the empty bench opposite him. I had seen him earlier when I was doing my tour, but I didn’t realise how muscular and pert his arse was. Instant arousal on my part; batteries now at full charge, I guess. Thankfully I have a towel round me to cover the level of charge.
It’s just both of us in the dry sauna. We get talking and it turns out he is a biochemist living in Prague. He is local. Thank goodness, he isn’t from the Twink factory. I ask him if he wants to go upstairs to one of the cabins and fool around. He hesitates and says he is a bottom. I adjust my towel so that he catches a glimpse of my cock, and I say with a smile, “It’s handled.”
We find a cubicle. We close the door. He simultaneously drops his towel and pulls mine off. He goes for my pecs and starts sucking on my nipples, at the same time he reaches down and starts playing with my cock. It feels good. I run my hand up and down his strong back. He gets on his knees and takes me into his mouth. He makes slurping sounds as his heads bobs back and forth along my long hard shaft, blowing into it at the tip of my cock. He does this for about a minute. He gets up, pulls out a condom and expertly rolls it over my cock. He takes lube from the dispenser and applies it on my cock. Then he applies a generous amount into his arse. He gets on the bed, on all fours, assuming the doggy position. He arches his back, inviting me to enter him. I get into position behind him and enter him. No resistance felt. He hardly winces. I start off nice and slow, but he moves his ass back towards me to meet my every stroke. His movements are hurried, so I match his pace. There is a lot of slapping sounds coming from the collision of his arse hitting my groin, in addition to me slapping his glutes, leaving red imprints on his pale arse. This only seems to excite him more.
After about five minutes, he pulls away from me, turns around and lies on his back. I get on top of him, and we assume the missionary position. Though he is making the right noises each time I plough into him, he is not erect. He is not just a bottom, he is a POWER bottom!
We continue in this position for a bit longer. I suggest we change positions as the mattress is narrow, I can’t get my form right and it isn’t very comfortable for me. So I get off the bed, standing by the side, he spins on his back so that he is facing me and his arse is just off the edge of the bed. His strong long legs are now over my shoulders and I slam into him. I reach for his soft cock and stroke it to get it hard. My thrusts get harder and a bit faster as I continue stroking his cock. We have been at it for over 10 minutes. My legs are beginning to crap up. He finally gets hard.
Time to bring this home. I jerk him off a bit harder as my thrusts become quicker and harder. I am sweating, my heart is beating fast – this is like High Intensity Interval Training. His is sweating as well. He has a look on his face, as if pleading with me not to let him come. He tries to stop me. I refuse, for I am close as well. I go in for the kill, digging deeper and harder. He clenches his glutes, lets out a loud deep sound and shoots his load over his face and on the wall behind him, some landing on his chest as well. Just then, I give one last thrust, tense my glutes and shoot my wad in him. I spasm a few times. I pull out my still erect cock and lean back on the wall behind me, panting and catching my breath.
Breathing back to normal, we wipe off with our towels, say goodbye and I head for the shower. I am done for the day. I go to the locker room, change into my clothes and leave satisfied.
Now, I feel ready to face the busy week ahead of me.