Tuesday 16 November 2010

CRYSTAL NIGHTS


Terry takes a trip into the unknown and meets the gorgeous 'Ben': the perfect (but oh so fleeting ...) lover in a night of passion and torment.

The Crystal was not the smartest sauna in town. Far from it. But it was handy and convenient for some light and potentially vigorous relief for a fit, young guy on his way home. A chance to get a few things off his chest and, with any luck, all over some other guy’s chest (!), which was exactly what Sean needed after a couple of hellish days at work. Disappearing off the high street, he slipped into the blind alleyway leading down to the unmarked door of the Crystal’s entrance. This was the sort of establishment guys only knew was there, if they knew it was there, so to speak. And that was it’s real attraction for a host of horny, young types in sharp suits who could easily get across from the busy financial district without being detected.


Not that there’d be many of those guys around tonight, Sean reckoned, as he scanned an almost complete locker-key board behind the reception when he was paying his entrance money. His suspicions checked out in the changing rooms as anyone who’d stopped by this mid-week night was already making tracks. Not a problem, Sean thought. He’d be just as glad of a good shower and a rest in the steam-room.
In a few easy moves, he was out of his work clothes and slipping his tight, Boss boxers down over his crotch, his dick gently springing out before him. He threw them along with his other bits into his locker and turning the key, grabbed his towel and headed along the narrow corridor that led to the showers. Not for first time that night, Sean noticed an intense, damp, chill hanging about the place. It was the still the middle of Winter, but local temperatures for the last few days had been high, almost balmy. Not at Crystals though. Yet again Sean’s insatiable quest for cock had led him down a pointless, almost spooky dead end.
The shower-room put him in a better mood. Sure, the towels may have been frayed and shabby; cast-offs from the city’s smarter gyms and fitness centres, but Crystal’s boasted the hottest and strongest showers in town. In seconds the room disappeared in it’s own cloud of steam as Sean pumped the soap-dispenser and covered himself in a rich later of suds that drained down from his shoulders across his firm torso and onto his shapely cock and balls.

Suddenly, he got a huge start as the shower-head next to him burst into life. At the same time and even under the downpour, that cruel chill revived, stealing into the room with icy-fingered tentacles that ran up his legs and almost whipped the cheeks of his backside. He shivered intensely but just as quickly as the draft had arrived, it disappeared and Sean’s attention was now preoccupied by the tall figure that stepped into the shower next to him. He didn’t even hear anyone come into the shower-room and couldn’t imagine how the guy had passed by without him even noticing his arrival. He was likely more bothered by the cold, but hey, maybe this wasn’t going to be such a wasted stop-off after all.

Sean, regaining his composure, carried on washing himself and craning his neck too and fro as if to release muscle-tension he afforded himself a glance of his new neighbour. The guy was just standing beneath the jet of water looking straight at Sean with the loveliest, warmest smile on his face. Sean’s breath almost oozed out of him in a convulsive sigh. Apart from the thrilling smile, Sean saw that the guy was just gorgeous. A lightly chiselled-face with high cheek bones and dazzling blue/grey pupils set amongst alabaster white eyes. His shoulders were broad and lean with a swimmer’s frame and a torso lightly covered with dark hair that tapered down and faded just beneath his navel. As Sean took in this ‘vision’ he could see that the guy’s bottom half was every bit as good as the top. Long legs with firm, muscular thighs and between them a swollen, cut cock against a nicely rounded testicle sac with just a light shadowing of pubic hair.

The guy spoke softly and in a voice that was every bit as sexy as his physique, he purred softly, almost whispering, ‘Hi, my names’ Ben’. Sean was completely transfixed and without thinking he stepped towards the guy and together their lips met and engaged effortlessly, eagerly and lustily.

By now both showers had petered out and again that bloody, cold draft began to gather and Sean started to shake almost uncontrollably, but Ben just wrapped both his arms around Sean. He felt so warm and so good and in his embrace Sean relaxed and breathe in, inhaling the intoxicating aura of this magical apparition.

Eventually, but by some unspoken cue, they broke away from each other and Sean looked up at Ben. He could feel himself almost consumed and possessed by this stirring stranger and with nothing said, and nothing needed to be said, he was taken gently by the hand, Ben leading him to one of the nearby cabins.

Over the course of the next half hour they writhed, rolled, kissed and caressed with a passion and an intensity like Sean has never in his young life experience. Finally, they exploded in a volley of mutual orgasms and collapsed in each others arms and there they stay blissfully conjoined for an eternity, or so it seemed.

Sean came to with a start. He must have drifted off, he thought. He felt confused, and he was alone. The last thing ‘Ben’ had said was that he was going to take a shower and straight on cue Sean heard one of the showers start up.

Stirring himself, Sean got out of the cabin and headed for the shower-room. Steam was billowing out into the corridor and a towel hung on the hook on the outside wall, but when Sean looked into the showers there was no one there. Quickly, he showered alone, half-wondering if it had all been a dream, but that was a daft thought in itself. Nothing that good and intense could have been a fantasy.

Before returning to the changing room he had a quick look in the steam room and the video lounge, but the place was entirely empty. Not wanting to miss Ben, he virtually sprinted to the changing room, but only managed to crash into Danny, the attendant. ‘Heh, steady there, chicken! What’s up with you. Look like you’ve seen a ghost. Best get your gear on quick, I’m shutting in ten minutes’.

‘Yeah, right … ‘ said Sean, uncertainly. ‘But what about Be … er … I mean the other guy’?

‘Other guy?’, said Danny, more occupied with the armful of used towels he was picking off the floor. ‘No babe, it’s just been yourself for the last hour’, he added over his shoulder before heading out to the laundry.

The last hour? Sean’s stomach flipped on the spot. His
entire body blushed and burned with a shocking sense of humiliation. Danny’s words repeated in his head, ‘… just been yourself … the last hour … ?’ How could a moment so sweet, sour so quickly. This guy … shit, he had a name – Ben! Surely, he hadn’t just gone! Had he really just pissed off!?

Yeah, and what of it? Get real, Sean told himself. If the guy had just gone, wasn’t that just good old Sauna Lore. The House Rules: as played out in bath-houses all over - no pissing in the jacuzzi, no pouring water on the rocks, no alcohol in the cabins; oh, and yeah: you meet a guy, you fuck him, you shower, you dress, you quit and that’s it. No kiss goodnight, no phone numbers, just a quick, albeit sensational, screw and exit.

Deflated, Sean stood amongst the empty lockers of the changing room, their doors either locked or left open. Maybe he’d slept longer than he realised, probably the guy hadn’t want to disturb him. Which had been Ben’s locker? The ‘what ifs’ ran on in his mind as he slowly got his stuff out of his locker and dressed.

It wasn’t until he was doing his tie up in the mirror that he noticed the picture. He could see it reflected over his shoulder on the far side of the room next to a notice-board with its random collection of disclaimers and health notices. Turning slowly he walked across to where the picture was. In a smart silver frame, unmistakeably, it was a picture of Ben. He had more hair and was fuller of face, younger looking, but it was definitely him.

Now, here was a consolation of sorts, a lease of hope. Straightaway Sean was thinking, well, if his picture’s here someone must know who he is, someone who can say where he hangs out.

Just then, Danny made his way back from the laundry room. “This guy … ‘, Sean stumbled, ‘… I know him.’

‘Who? Ben? Oh, everyone knew Ben … and Ben knew everyone,’ Danny laughed. ‘You know, I’d have to pinch myself to believe it’s being three year’s now.’

‘Three years? Since what?’, asked Sean.

Almost impatiently, Danny shot back: ‘Well, since the accident. You know? U huh? The night he died. I mean you did know that he died?

Reflexively, Sean came back ‘ Yeh sure, of course’.

Reassured, Danny carried on. ‘One of our regulars Ben was. I got bored not having him around anymore. So, last week I got that picture out, found him a nice frame and it kinda feels nice having him back.’

Sean froze on the spot, his mouth felt as dry as dust and he could only croak a few words. ‘He died? Remind me, what happened?’

‘Well, it was a Thursday night, like any other. He was stood there where you are now. He put on his coat, gave me a kiss on the way out and only moments after I’d locked the door behind him … this grotesque thump. I knew straight away it was him.’ Danny explained.

‘What? Tell me what happened?’ Sean pressed Danny, trying to conceal his state of alarm.

Danny went on: ‘Oh, who knows? They reckon his mobile went off or something distracted him. Whatever, he stepped out into the road without looking and straight into the path of a car. Wham! Right up in the air he went, someone said, and that was that. No more Ben’.

After a pause, Danny said, ‘Do you know it’s funny, kid. When you checked in tonight, straightaway I thought, you would have been one for Ben. You’re just the type he liked. Anyway, enough! What’s done is done.’

Getting back to business, Danny clapped his hands. ‘Now, c’mon’, he clucked at Sean, ‘I’ll let you out. And for pity’s sake, watch yourself crossing that road. I’m not made of picture frames.’

As soon as he was out in the alleyway, Sean’s legs nearly disappeared from underneath him. He slumped against the wall, tearing at his collar and tie and feeling as if he was going to puke. ‘But it was real. He was real’ he kept repeating to himself. His head seemed to scream with a wail of sounds … a nearby nightclub, a busy restaurant kitchen, crashing plates, speeding traffic. They all fused together into a screeching terror and just when he thought his sanity would shatter into a thousand shards, everything stopped. The chaos behind his eyes slipped beneath a sublime blanket of silence and a soft warm breeze touched Sean on the face, gently brushing and kissing his lips while an unseen hand ran through his hair. Then, gentle on the breeze, a soft whisper grew into a voice, Ben’s voice: ‘It’s all right kid, I’m here’. Sean, his eyes closed fast, whimpered, ‘I thought I’d lost you’. The voice came again. ‘Not a chance, Kid. I’ll be around. Don’t worry. You’ll know it.’

Gradually the breeze slipped away, the sounds of the neighbourhood re-emerged and gently pushing himself away from the wall Sean made it out into the night alone, but not so alone maybe.


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