"I'm your whore, your dirty little perverted slut. Fuck me and breed me! Fill me with your nut!"
Johan was on all fours on the edge of the vinyl mattress in a fuck room of the gay sauna at Kriens, in suburban Lucerne. A strong, hairy Italian guy, about 45 years old, was gripping Johan's waist and fucking him rhythmically. The anonymous, public setting always brought out Johan's slutty side, making him do and say things he would never, in normal life.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside you! This ass is tighter than my boyfriend's. Take my load, bitch! Take it all!"
The Italian top pulled out, shook his dick, spraying the last drops of semen from his foreskin onto Johan's back, then walked away without saying another word.
Johan felt all the tension of the last few days drain out of his body. He'd resumed his twice-weekly visits to the sauna.
Some days were good; he could get fucked and bred three or four times. Other days were slow, with few people, or few interesting people. Occasionally, a top would buy him a drink at the in-house bar or invite him out to dinner.
Johan's American friend had commented on the social dimension of European bathhouses. Taking the anonymous guy you'd just bred out for a late-night dinner was unheard-of in the United States. (Admittedly, a "late-night" dinner in Switzerland would take place at 20:30, and a bathhouse outside Zurich or Geneva probably wouldn't stay open much longer than that. Their sexual thirst slaked, up-tight Swiss men had to get home in time to resume normal life.)
Johan always wondered whether his husband knew he'd just been at the sauna. When they opened their relationship they'd left some matters unspoken. Leo could probably smell the chlorine from the hot tub when he held Johan in his arms as they drifted off to sleep.
But there had been no spooning in the month since Leo had caught Erik fucking Johan in their bed. In fact, Leo was still sleeping in the guest room. The two husbands didn't talk much.
"So you love him, eh?"
"No, Leo. He goaded me into saying that when he was about to cum."
"I think you're lying."
"You heard him tell me what to say."
"But you're lying about your feelings."
Leo's accusation was gnawing away at Johan. He hadn't been able to forget Erik. Getting fucked by random men at the bathhouse was safer for his marriage than actively dating one guy. Life was back to normal, to the status quo ex-ante, except for the chasm between Johan and his husband.
Erik was listless. He distracted himself by studying and practicing in his welding apprenticeship, and by smoking more weed than usual. Fucking Johan was better than any drug, but that exquisite drug was off the market.
He debated whether to text Johan, but decided instead to put his energy into meeting men who were available and unattached. The three guys he'd met over the past month were much less mature than Johan, and none possessed Johan's caring, accommodating nature.
They were OK fucks, but Erik was cuddling with one guy after sex when he inadvertently called him "Johan". The mistake elicited an indignant response. The guy got dressed and left. Laying there alone only served to remind Erik how much he missed Johan. Maybe Johan would break the ice and message him.
In daydreams, Erik imagined confronting Leo. "I'm dating Johan, whether you like it or not. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You and I can become friends and share your husband, or I can entice him away from you."
"I don't know which I like less, Erik fucking you in our bed or random men fucking you at the sauna."
"Well, it's not as if you fuck me anymore."
"Not if you're going to be taking my dick while thinking of him."
"Look, Leo. I kept my word and stayed away from Erik. You still resent me. You won't even sleep next to me! Is this how it's going to be?"
"Go to Erik! He will fuck you and give you more loads and tell you how much he loves you. He's too naive to realize it's a fantasy, and you're too vain to see it."
"Is that what you really think of me?"
"You want to make this hard, Johan, but it's simple. You love someone else? Go! Don't come back in three months when he meets someone his own age and gets tired of you, your moods, your phony love, your fads..."
"Is that what you have to say after eight years together?"
"I'm starting to think you're not capable of love, Johan. You love Erik because he's pursuing you. You get off on the attention. I refuse to pursue anyone, least of all my own husband."
"Well, he fucks me better than you ever did, Leo."
"Then what are you waiting for? The fucking door is open!"
As Johan slammed the door, Leo thought of an old American song. 'Her heart is full and hollow, like a cactus tree...' This time he didn't know whether Johan would return, but if his observation was true, better that Johan deceive someone else instead, and then learn to stop deceiving himself.
Johan caught the last train to Lucerne and sprinted to Erik's neighborhood. It was raining, and in his anger, he'd left his umbrella. Despite the hour, he pounded on Erik's door.
Erik, already asleep because he had to work early in the morning, was awakened by the noise. He ran downstairs. Thankfully, his roommate was away visiting her parents.
Through the narrow window pane beside the old wooden door, Erik spotted a sad, shivering, soaked Johan. Erik was still high from smoking earlier in the night, but a rush of adrenaline made him fully alert. He threw the door open and took his lover into his arms. He practically had to push him up the stairs, since Johan was stumbling.
Erik peeled off Johan's wet clothes. He had intended to get him a towel, but instead, he instinctively turned Johan toward the wall, dropped his own boxer shorts, dribbled spit down onto the head of his cock, and forced his cock into Johan's hole.
Was it to mark his territory? Was it to punish Johan for staying away? Or was Erik just needy, after a month of meaningless sex?
Whatever was motivating this hard, deep, wordless fuck, Erik need not have bothered with the spit. Johan was already slick and wet inside.
"Did he fuck you?"
"No. Sauna. Two guys."
Erik was jealous but turned on.
"Slut!"
"Yes, I am."
Erik remembered reading that the ridge around the head of the penis served, biologically, to pump out a competing mate's semen. He was surprised Leo hadn't forgiven Johan after a whole month. Semen from two random bathhouse tops inside Johan made him jealous. Leo's semen inside Johan would probably have made him mad.
"Ready for your third?"
"Breed me, Erik!"
"I love you." They both spoke at the same time.