On Sunday night, after some arm-twisting and a pretty uneventful night, I was persuaded to accompany a friend to a sauna – my first time in the steam.
It was quite a posh sauna; well when you first walk in at least; very Romanesque with lots of columns, tiles and giant bath. In all the low, shimmering light and steam everybody looked similar in their white towel – I thought how civilized it all was; that was until I explored out the back, past the threesome in the hot tub, down the stairs lined with window shoppers, along the corridor with every kind of activity going on in the rooms to each side, stepping over the naked muscle guy lying across the floor and into the porn room with several screens showing something for everyone and guys displaying their appreciation! It was a bit like walking in to a sweet shop stacked from floor to ceiling with jars of every kind of brightly coloured confectionary – where to start first?
We did the circuit a few times, making a mental note of our ‘A list’ and headed to the steam rooms. Each room had a window, which was zero use when you could barely see to the end of your own nose, so it was a complete lottery choosing one and even once inside you had to wait for your eyes to adjust, and really strain to figure out the talent-quota. At first we didn’t have a grasp of any ‘sauna etiquette’; for instance, nobody talks, which was very hard when I wanted to say to my mate “what are those guys queuing up for in the corner?” The rules for getting it on are pretty simple though, like cruising anywhere: after a bit of mutual attention, you just go for it – by this stage you don’t care about rejection; it’s dark so they can’t see your face too well and you’d just move on to the next guy. After a spot of room hopping and losing my friend to the steam and an innocent (yeah right) looking twink, I was faced with a choice between a slim, nervous looking, boy-next-door type and a muscle Asian guy – I went for Boy-Next-Door.
I moved towards him on the bench and stroked his arm; he put his hand on my thigh; I looked into his eyes and could better see how cute he was; I liked the little bit of hair on his chest – was it okay to kiss in a sauna? Or is that too personal? I went for it anyway, and so did he. I could feel his hand moving up my thigh and I felt tingly with anticipation; my cock was getting hard and my towel wasn’t covering much by now! His hand moved to my cock and I wanted his, so slid my hand through the opening in his towel; he was hard too. I rubbed his cock and played with his balls – was it me or was it getting steamier? I couldn’t see to the end of the room now, just make out a couple of dark figures, but we were almost alone. I suggested that we move the action to a private booth, but he wanted to stay – for a nervous looking guy he was one exhibitionist!
Our towels by now were making a pretty pathetic attempt at providing some modesty and I had a look down – he wasn’t huge and his cock had a weird bend to it, but he was sexy and I was starting to feel my way around with the hand that wasn’t wanking him. He was still wanking me, and obviously fucking was off the menu, so I made the move south and started to blow him, which he was clearly enjoying. I was down on my knees sucking him and wanking myself – my towel was long gone. It wasn’t bothering me that my arse was giving quite a public show, but I wanted to move somewhere a bit more private, plus I was almost passing out due to the heat and jaw work, so I moved up to the bench again and whispered to him, but he weren’t going nowhere; this was to be a ticket event! We carried on kissing and wanking each other; I moved my hand down to his crack, only to feel another hand already there! I hadn’t even noticed the guy the other side of Boy-Next-Door; I slapped his hand and he withdrew it – this was my encounter for fuck sake. The room was steamier still, so I had no idea who was watching by now, but I was too into this guy to really care. Boy-Next-Door sounded like he was getting close, but our bodies were dripping with moisture, so I couldn’t even tell if he’d cum or not. He didn’t say anything and I wasn’t getting close yet, so I got back down on my knees and sucked him some more and took over wanking myself. I realised it wasn’t going to happen for me – it was way too hot and the momentum had gone, so I was about to stop when I felt something wet hit my back. I assumed it was just sweat or condensation, but when I got off my knees I realised a ring of wanking guys had formed around us and a very mature looking one had just emptied his load all over my back! I hadn’t even noticed the room fill up.
Well that was that; it was straight to the showers next. I made my excuses and left. Half of me wanted to get this guys phone number and meet properly, there was something about him and he wasn’t the sort of guy I imagined meeting in a sauna, but that’s not the nature of the game; there’s nothing beyond the sex and besides, were would I write it? Anyway, he stayed were he was, presumably he wanted seconds.
I found my friend; nothing had happened with him and the twink, in fact he hadn’t had any action. Turns out he was one of the spectators in my room though; he said he thought he recognised my arse!
I felt like I’d just got going and had already spied my next adventure, but turned out we had been in there nearly 5 hours, and my friend had an early start, so we left.
It was an adrenalin rush and pretty horny, but I don’t think I’d rush back. It struck me as being virtually the same as going clubbing to pick up, the difference being you don’t have to make small talk, buy them drinks, or pay for a cab ride home, and if it’s a quiet night and you just want a wank, the porn’s better.
Mist opportunity
On Sunday night, after some arm-twisting and a pretty uneventful night, I was persuaded to accompany a friend to a sauna – my first time in the steam.
It was quite a posh sauna; well when you first walk in at least; very Romanesque with lots of columns, tiles and giant bath. In all the low, shimmering light and steam everybody looked similar in their white towel – I thought how civilized it all was; that was until I explored out the back, past the threesome in the hot tub, down the stairs lined with window shoppers, along the corridor with every kind of activity going on in the rooms to each side, stepping over the naked muscle guy lying across the floor and into the porn room with several screens showing something for everyone and guys displaying their appreciation! It was a bit like walking in to a sweet shop stacked from floor to ceiling with jars of every kind of brightly coloured confectionary – where to start first?
We did the circuit a few times, making a mental note of our ‘A list’ and headed to the steam rooms. Each room had a window, which was zero use when you could barely see to the end of your own nose, so it was a complete lottery choosing one and even once inside you had to wait for your eyes to adjust, and really strain to figure out the talent-quota. At first we didn’t have a grasp of any ‘sauna etiquette’; for instance, nobody talks, which was very hard when I wanted to say to my mate “what are those guys queuing up for in the corner?” The rules for getting it on are pretty simple though, like cruising anywhere: after a bit of mutual attention, you just go for it – by this stage you don’t care about rejection; it’s dark so they can’t see your face too well and you’d just move on to the next guy. After a spot of room hopping and losing my friend to the steam and an innocent (yeah right) looking twink, I was faced with a choice between a slim, nervous looking, boy-next-door type and a muscle Asian guy – I went for Boy-Next-Door.
I moved towards him on the bench and stroked his arm; he put his hand on my thigh; I looked into his eyes and could better see how cute he was; I liked the little bit of hair on his chest – was it okay to kiss in a sauna? Or is that too personal? I went for it anyway, and so did he. I could feel his hand moving up my thigh and I felt tingly with anticipation; my cock was getting hard and my towel wasn’t covering much by now! His hand moved to my cock and I wanted his, so slid my hand through the opening in his towel; he was hard too. I rubbed his cock and played with his balls – was it me or was it getting steamier? I couldn’t see to the end of the room now, just make out a couple of dark figures, but we were almost alone. I suggested that we move the action to a private booth, but he wanted to stay – for a nervous looking guy he was one exhibitionist!
Our towels by now were making a pretty pathetic attempt at providing some modesty and I had a look down – he wasn’t huge and his cock had a weird bend to it, but he was sexy and I was starting to feel my way around with the hand that wasn’t wanking him. He was still wanking me, and obviously fucking was off the menu, so I made the move south and started to blow him, which he was clearly enjoying. I was down on my knees sucking him and wanking myself – my towel was long gone. It wasn’t bothering me that my arse was giving quite a public show, but I wanted to move somewhere a bit more private, plus I was almost passing out due to the heat and jaw work, so I moved up to the bench again and whispered to him, but he weren’t going nowhere; this was to be a ticket event! We carried on kissing and wanking each other; I moved my hand down to his crack, only to feel another hand already there! I hadn’t even noticed the guy the other side of Boy-Next-Door; I slapped his hand and he withdrew it – this was my encounter for fuck sake. The room was steamier still, so I had no idea who was watching by now, but I was too into this guy to really care. Boy-Next-Door sounded like he was getting close, but our bodies were dripping with moisture, so I couldn’t even tell if he’d cum or not. He didn’t say anything and I wasn’t getting close yet, so I got back down on my knees and sucked him some more and took over wanking myself. I realised it wasn’t going to happen for me – it was way too hot and the momentum had gone, so I was about to stop when I felt something wet hit my back. I assumed it was just sweat or condensation, but when I got off my knees I realised a ring of wanking guys had formed around us and a very mature looking one had just emptied his load all over my back! I hadn’t even noticed the room fill up.
Well that was that; it was straight to the showers next. I made my excuses and left. Half of me wanted to get this guys phone number and meet properly, there was something about him and he wasn’t the sort of guy I imagined meeting in a sauna, but that’s not the nature of the game; there’s nothing beyond the sex and besides, were would I write it? Anyway, he stayed were he was, presumably he wanted seconds.
I found my friend; nothing had happened with him and the twink, in fact he hadn’t had any action. Turns out he was one of the spectators in my room though; he said he thought he recognised my arse!
I felt like I’d just got going and had already spied my next adventure, but turned out we had been in there nearly 5 hours, and my friend had an early start, so we left.
It was an adrenalin rush and pretty horny, but I don’t think I’d rush back. It struck me as being virtually the same as going clubbing to pick up, the difference being you don’t have to make small talk, buy them drinks, or pay for a cab ride home, and if it’s a quiet night and you just want a wank, the porn’s better.