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Sauna Stories: My End-Of-Year Cock Tale!

By DNA Online Coordinator

Posted on January 22, 2026

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A naughty top meets a hungry mouth and nice bottom, by Sauna Guy.

It’s that time of year again – the annual work Christmas party, and I’ve endured all I can! I’ve kept up the corporate facade, laughed at the bad jokes, tolerated my coordinator’s body odour, and ignored the condescending looks of senior management.

I can’t help but imagine what they would look like on their knees, completely submissive without their workplace authority over me. Kevin from Finance would be a willing participant, but that’s not what I want.

Conscious that I’m only one drink away from blurting out some home truths, and that I’m horny as fuck, I need to leave. I make my goodbyes in record time and exit.

I’m really horny. I can already feel that my cock has started oozing precum into my Calvins, and I hope it’s not showing through my suit pants.

Fortunately, Sydney Sauna is only a short walk up Oxford Street and, as they say, “The boys are better at Sydney Sauna.” I can’t get there quick enough.

I make my way up the stairs. In the queue are three hot muscle daddies with bubble butts and bulges like bags of onions. I make eye contact with one. He smiles. No words are necessary, but his answer is “I’ll see you inside”. For a moment, I’m lost in thoughts of the four of us in a marathon fuck session.

At the desk, I’m greeted by sexy Omar. I’ve seen him many times. He’s working hard, and I know he’s off limits, but, with the bravado of too many drinks, there’s no harm trying. He politely declines my advances, checks my ID, processes my payment, and hands me a locker key. I’m in.

I get undressed, place my gear in my locker, and throw the towel over my shoulder, ensuring every hungry bottom in the place can see my thick eight-and-a-half-inch throbbing uncut veiny cock. I head downstairs to the lower cruising level but I’m not wasting time cruising. I need my cock sucked now, and there’s always greedy mouths waiting at the suckatorium.

Inside one of the booths, I can see a hungry mouth waiting to be fed my meat. I want to tease him. I want to stroke my cock in front of him, but I’m too horny! I guide my hard cock through the hole and feel a hard wrap around it. It’s a rough hand, a tradesman’s hand. He starts to stroke it slowly. He knows how to handle a hard cock, but I’m not here to get it stroked. I let him know.

“Suck my cock, I want to feel it down the back of your throat,” I tell him. He obliges. I feel his warm mouth start working the length of my cock; stroking and sucking it.

I order him again, “Let me feel it down the back of your throat.” But he can’t take it all. He gags, with his mouth frothing with saliva and my precum. He’s doing his best, gulping down every inch, and I want to reward him by shooting my hot cum down his throat but it’s too early and I’m just getting started.

I take my cock out, thank him, and head down the dark hallways and corridors through the cruising area. It’s busy, there are guys everywhere, some standing, waiting in the shadows, and hungry bottoms with their arses douched and ready to be filled. I do a couple of laps, growing hornier as I go.

As I pass one of the private rooms, I notice the door is open. There’s a hot bubble butt waiting on the bed. His arse is in the air, he’s face down on the mattress, and blindfolded. This is my Christmas gift!

I enter the room and close the door behind me. I take hold of arse with both hands; he’s hung. I can see his heavy balls and thick cock hanging. Without saying a word, I play with his arse for a few minutes, licking, fingering and spitting on his hungry hole. He wriggles and clenches in anticipation.

“Breed me,” he says. I continue to tease him, running my hand down his arse to his thick cock, gently stroking it.

“Please… breed me,” he says again. His hungry hole is open. Let’s see how deep that well goes with my eight inches. I don’t need to be asked a third time. I pump out some Wet Stuff lube from the wall dispenser and lather my cock and his hole. Thank God I’m six months into my PrEP and loving the feeling of skin-on-skin.

I can tell I’m his first for the night. His arse is tight, and no sign of cum or lube, so I gently push my hard cock up against his tight arse, applying more and more pressure.

“His arse is in the air, he’s face down on the mattress, and blindfolded. This is my Christmas gift!

He pushes back and pulls away at the same time. Damn, this boy is hungry, yet he pretends to be nervous. WTF? I check in on him, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he replies.

“Relax, stop clenching, be a good boy and let me know if you need me to stop.”

He takes a sniff of his poppers and I try again, this time with more force, holding him down with one hand and guiding my cock into his arse with the other. I feel his arse open up and surrender, and I’m in. I stop. I don’t push. He’s very tight around cock.

“Move your arse for me, nice and slow,” I say. He pushes back, gently working my cock deeper in. He moans softly with pleasure, and I know he’s ready. I start working my hard cock in and out, getting deeper and deeper and faster with each thrust. He moans in pain and then pleasure, getting louder with each stroke. I want to fuck him as deep as I can and I know he wants that, too. I push his head down and grab his hips and lift them up, allowing his ass to take every extra inch of my throbbing cock.

His moans are very loud now. I’ve heard these moans before on my visits here: a mixture of fear, excitement and a complete loss of inhibition.

He’s getting what he came here for: to be fucked properly. I’m getting what I came for, too: a tight hungry arse to fuck and use. I feel my balls tighten, my body is electric, my heart racing, and there is no turning back now. My cum explodes inside him, load after load, and I breed his hungry hole. I pull out, and my cum drips all over his ass and onto the bedding. Mission accomplished.

Completely satisfied and drained, it’s time to leave. I’ve already stayed longer than I should, as I have to be up for a meeting in the morning. I shower, dress, and start to head out when I overhear a hot twink at the front desk ask Omar for a “free pass out”.

“I’ll take one as well, thanks!” I’m issued a pass out enabling me to return free of charge within the next 24 hours. I make my way down the stairs, out onto the street and into an Uber home.

The next morning I wake up and – FFS! I’ve overslept. I was meant to be at a meeting at 9 am and it’s now 10:30. I should pick up the phone, go into damage control, try to fix the mess, but I’m completely distracted. I’m lost in thoughts and memories of last night’s hot, sweaty session. That beautiful arse hole, that explosive orgasm… all replaying in my head. I try to compose myself. I have things to do. I can’t just lie here stroking my cock, reliving last night. I need to get organised.

I get out of bed and into the shower, and throw on last night’s clothes. In my pocket I find the 24 hour pass out from Sydney Sauna. That’s it. Fuck it. I’m going back.

I call in sick and have a long weekend. I’ll end the year with a bang. Maybe even a gang bang.

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