I Turned Into a Cock Demon at the Grecian Sauna

Best. Birthday. Ever.

Heads up: Everything is consensual in this piece. I loved every minute of these sexual experiences. But, frankly put, I got utterly destroyed, and I depict it graphically. If you’re someone who’s not into rough sex or is triggered by a lack of clear sexual boundaries, I’d skip this one. If you’re into unspoken, rough, anonymous sex—try not to shoot your load too quickly. 

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It was my thirty-first birthday, and I wanted to remember it, which is how I ended up sucking countless cocks in a sauna in Athens, Greece. 

I purposefully booked my Airbnb in the gayborhood, Keramikos, walking distance from all the gay clubs. Now I could bore you with what happened at the first three clubs before I got to the sauna at 3:30 am, but I’ll save us both the time. Just know that by the time I got to the sauna, I was alone, drunk, horny, and desperate for some birthday dick. I was in tunnel-vision-one-track-mind-cock-goblin mode. 

There are many things I love about being queer, but one of my favorite aspects is the universality of gay cruising culture. I was in a foreign city. I was alone and didn’t speak the language. But I walked into a gay sauna and quickly felt at home in the dank, barely lit coordinators. The smell of sweaty, freshly fucked men was like a cologne I’d worn countless times before. And that house techno they blasted? It was like there’s one CD from the 90s that every gay sauna has across the globe. The familiarity of the space put any worries I had to rest, allowing me to focus on one thing: dick.    

I stripped down butt-ass naked, placed all my clothes in the locker, and headed out to get the lay of the land. I entered a small room with a black bench and porn projecting on the wall. There was one guy with a shaved head, big eyes, bulbous nose, thick lips, and stubble. He was jerking off his cock with two hands; that’s how big it was. And his ass was, put bluntly, massive. I was impressed. You seldom see a man above 6’2 with an ass that big. I hate to break it to you, but all your Insta crushes? The ones with fat, juicy asses? They’re 5’5. Don’t get me wrong, I love me a short king, but being a tall prince myself, it’s nice to fuck someone my size with a donk.

We made eye contact, and he said something in Greek. I didn’t reply. I just got on my knees and began sucking. My throat wasn’t warmed up—not yet—so I went slowly at first, getting my sloppy juices all over his thick sausage. Then it happened: that moment where the back of your throat opens, and you can take all of him. I held myself there, then grabbed his hand and placed it on my throat, so he could feel the bulge—his bulge. He grabbed my neck with one hand and the back of my head with his other and began thrusting. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t want to. My dick throbbed as he thrusted deeper and deeper into my throat. I grabbed his juicy ass cheeks as he pounded.