Hanging out - in seventh heaven on the Sling

Wandering through dark, foggy corridors, feeling fleeting glances on your own body, enjoying yourself anonymously - our author was able to experience all of this again when the coronavirus restrictions on gay saunas were finally lifted.

I'd give anything to finally be able to go back to my sauna and mist myself in the steam bath. Relax a little. And then to the basement, where I always spend several hours. That wasn't possible for ages last year because of corona.

Downstairs in the partly semi-dark corridors, small partitioned off separees, peepholes and plug holes and one of the two slings is hidden behind a fully tiled corner. The other one is too central for me in one of the rooms that can be properly locked. Here in the corner, you are more accessible, but still more concealed by the narrow little doorless room with its swimming pool tiles.

"The whole sling is on the move"

Majestic. Four large hooks. A thick steel chain hangs diagonally from each hook and meets a silver ring at the bottom. On it, in the centre, a solid leather crate, the lounger. I lay my towel over one of the tiled walls that turn the cellar into a labyrinth, take a good drop of lubricant and lubricate myself. I grab one of the steel chains with my left hand. The whole sling starts to move, chains rattling. This feeling of lying down in the sling, it's like letting myself fall - and finally my feet slide into the two loops attached to the chains, comfortably positioning my legs in the correct, spread, open arse position.

The lubricant slowly dries; a cool breeze passes over my anus. Will someone take me? Here come two guys, horny guys. They say something unintelligible, stand sideways in front of my face, stretch out their erect parts towards me. They fuck me, as they say, up and down. I am served here in the four-poster bed and served at the same time, without having to add much. Then they move away.

"These three to four parts were enough"

Another man approaches who is not my type. Never mind, he can have a go too. He can't get it up and is content to stroke my belly and watch me. Next to me, unnoticed in the darkness and distracted by the slightly strange caresses, steps a giant with the appropriate equipment.

These three or four parts were enough, even though in my mind I actually wanted to hang out here all night. But it's quite exhausting to be so available and, above all, so excited. The sling opens me up and helps me to widen my orifices at the same time.