From Part V
This place was a fucking freak show, but as I lathered my cock, I knew that I would be forever hooked on gay saunas. I closed my eyes, and tried to recall all that had happened today.
I was completely spent as I walked out of the showers and headed to my locker. As I opened my locker, and prepared to head back to my hotel, I pulled out my clothes, I finished drying my body.
"Excuse me, my friend, it looks like I have the locker next to you," comes a deep sexy Northern European voice from just over my shoulder. As I turned towards a drop dead gorgeous tall, blond, blue-eyed man, I froze. Gazing into his eyes, I couldn't believe how handsome he was. "Uhm, would you mind . . . uh, may I please get by?" he smiled down at me.
"Oh sorry," I said, "I'm a little out of it." I fumbled.
"Have you been here long today? Is there much action?" he asked as he unbuttoned his uniform shirt (only now had I noticed that he was either a pilot or a flight attendant), and that the first garment removed had been his pilot's cap.
"Pretty much just got here," I lied. "But I'm sure those that are looking for action, can probably find it." I flirted back.
Slowly pulling down his semi-sheer briefs, he exposed a beautiful cock and exquisite Speedo tan lines, he turned to me as his cock began to harden, "I was kind of hoping to take in a bit of steam, and then maybe I could find some handsome guy, maybe even an American guy, to take back to my hotel room."
"A bit of steam? Sounds like a good idea," I smiled. "I think the steam room is upstairs, let me show you the way."
The Sauna Chronicles -- Part VI the Final Chapter
As I lead the handsome stranger up the stairs to Level II, I could not believe how turned on I was. This guy was model material, not merely handsome, he was really beautiful. Funny thing was, I felt pretty fucking sexy since he obviously picked me and shared the attraction. Maybe it was my imagination, but as we passed the guys going up and down the stariwell, I imagined getting even more attention. Was it just my beautiful stud who trailed my ass closely, or was I earning some of these stares as well?
Upon arriving at Level II, I stopped at the swimming pool, and stared once again at this beautiful man. "I guess I should introduce myself," I started. I'm Richard, friends call me Rich -- and that by the way is my real name, not Barry, not Steve, not Dick, just Rich. I'm straight. I'm married. And today is the first day I've ever done anything like this, but I've had perhaps the best time I've ever had in my entire life."
"Wow," he laughed tenderly, as he took in ever word. "Rich, not often are guys here so brutally honest, but you are a refreshing change. Well let me be just as honest. I'm called Nikolas, and my friends call me Nikolas," he laughed again. I'm definitely not married. I am a gay man, and fairly open about it. I work for an airline, Scandanavian Airlines, or SAS. I'm a co-pilot, on larger jets. I am, as I said generally open about my sexuality, but don't fancy getting hit upon by every gay steward in the air, so in uniform, I am a bit more discreet. I don't hide my sexuality if confronted, but I don't wear it on my sleeve."
"Nikolas," I paused looking into his eyes. "I'm not sure why I feel so compelled to open up to you, but there is just something about your face, your smile -- I feel I could trust you. And . . ." I paused to try to lighten up the situation. " I can't imagine anything I would be more excited about than fucking you silly."
Nikolas laughed a deep hearty laugh. "Rich, believe me, from the moment you looked up at me down at the lockers, I knew I wanted to be with you. Let's not get overly dramatic though. We're strangers, who may have a beautiful few hours, or perhaps a night together, but then we'll part ways and likely never see each other again -- but we still have tonight, eh? ," he winked. Now show me this steam room, he said wrapping his arm loosely over my shoulder.
As we walked into the steam room together it was a bit emptier than I had seen it earlier this evening. Everyone was doing the zombie stare across the room, but they did turn their heads slightly in acknowledgement of the new guys entering. I grabbed my towel and threw it over my shoulders as I didn't want it to get wet, and I headed into the corner. Nikolas followed closely, with one hand firmly on my ass. I slowed a bit as someone stepped in front of my path, and was happy to feel that Nikolas too had shed his tool, and from the pressure in the middle of my back, I could tell that he was aroused my either my good company or the sexual tension in this place.
As I slouched into the corner, and placed one knee up, Nikolas sat right next to me, and immediately placed his hand across my waist, and around my far raised leg. As if to say, `This is mine. We're together. We don't need anyone else, thanks.'
I could tell from the furtive glances that we made quite an impression. My cock was standing straight up at attention, and Nikolas' beautiful cock was getting harder by the second. I wriggled my arm behind the small of his back, and felt very secure with my man. "Not sure why I'm turning into a silly school boy, Nikolas," I whispered quietly into his lowered ear. "But you make me feel . . . oh fuck, you were right, we're just having a good time."
Nikolas laughed again, "I've been with a lot of guys Rich. Every once in awhile I meet a guy and know there is something different. Someone once told me something that has always stuck with me. Loosely translated, it was something like, `you'll know your friends better the first time you lay eyes on them, than you will your acquaintances in a lifetime.' It is kind of strange that I've always found that that rings true for me. Sometimes you just know someone is special."
I couldn't explain the feelings I was experiencing. All of a sudden, I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and I leaned into Nikolas' lips and kissed him like I had never kissed any woman in my entire life. It wasn't forceful, but it also wasn't tender -- it was intense. I felt silly getting teary, but I decided that it didn't make any difference, I was in a fucking steam room, I don't think anyone, not even Nikolas could pick up on the fact that I was near tears.
"But let's keep it real." Nikolas continued. "I'm a Swedish pilot based in Scandanavia, and you are a sexy American based in . . . , " he trailed off, waiting for me to fill in the blank.
"Based in Boston," I looked up.
"Really Boston?" Nikolas asked tenderly, I love that city. Anyway, you are a sexy American based in Boston. And you are straight, and probably married, and"
"Yes I am married," I interrupted.
"And you are married, so really let's live for the moment, let's live for now."
The steam room was silent, as all eyes were openly on us. I had imagined that we were quietly whispering, but clearly the guys in here wanted to hear our story. They strained to hear our every word, and for a moment, I'm sure they wanted to be us.
Nikolas, smiled his incredibly sexy smile, as he leaned down to kiss me on deeply on the lips. This time whispering so that only I could hear, he said, "no let's give these boys something to get excited about."
And with that I could feel his hands take over. One hand held my face, as he pulled me into a deep kiss, and the other caressed my side from my chest down to my hip. I felt I was powerless under Nikolas' touch, and I felt like I was somehow again watching my body curl and stretch so erotically, in ways that were completely out of my character. Nikolas pulled my legs up on the bench, and laid me down. He propped a rolled towel under my head, as he gently let my weight fall to the bench. He then traced one erotic path after another across my body. My entire body twisted and stretched, and he drew invisible lines between my chin and my hip, my hip and my nipple, my nipple and the back of my knee. I felt my little cock was huge. I had the feel I was painfully full of cum, but that Nikolas was going to slowly tease me until he was ready to release my load. I also felt almost animalistic noises coming from deep within my body, and I half moaned and half-whimpered under Nikolas' expert touch. He held me in this near-ejaculation state for what seemed like an eternity. All the while avoiding touching my balls or my cock. He brushed them, but he intuitively knew that my cock and balls were just a few of my sexual organs. Under his touch my entire body, oozed sexual tension. My skin was on fire, my nipples were extremely sensitive to his touch. My lips felt puffy and over sensitized. My neck and shoulders were relaxed, and my whole body felt open and exposed.
As I looked through half open eyelids, I could see the rest of the men in the room. To a man, ALL eyes were upon us. Cocks were rock hard, and lust was felt in every one of my senses. You could smell the sexual tension of men's horny and hard bodies. But unlike the other performance I had earlier enjoyed, I felt this was no performance. I was glad to share this raw sex with these complete strangers, but there were somehow not a part of it. They were not participants, simply voyeurs, enjoying the show, which triggered their own fantasies and dreams.
Nobody grabbed us or pawed at us. They KNEW that we were enough for each other, and that they could take part but only if they kept their hands and their fantasies to themselves.
Nikolas' expert hands massaged and rubbed every square centimetre of my skin and muscle. He didn't avoid my dick and balls so much as he didn't focus on them. I therefore hung in this almost agonizingly sexy state of near-cum. It was the most erotic situation I had ever experienced, and while it almost hurt, I wanted it to last forever.
Suddenly, I felt a new sensation, as I could feel something entering my anus. I slowly opened my eyes to see that it must have been Nikolas finger. Arggh, make that fingers. It felt like a reverse shit, I thought to myself. I'm taking a dump, but the shit is coming up. I knew this wasn't for me, I didn't want anything up my ass and I certainly wasn't in any way turned on by this, and I tried to look into Nikolas' eyes to tell him. Tell him to stop. But I couldn't. Another finger. Oh my god, this hurt, I thought as I felt my back arching to take his fingers. With my legs carrying the weight of my hips, I could feel them begin to shake, as I felt the muscles in my calves begin to spasm. Thrusting my hips high in the air to meet Nikolas' rhythmic thrusts, I begin to moan as I realized that I was going to cum. I thing I actually yelled, but I was almost in a trance, as his fingers explored places in my body that I didn't know existed.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes wide, on leg shot up over Nikolas' shoulder, and I let out a load of cum like never before. As my position had changed so suddenly, I think I surprised my lover, from the look in his eyes, and then I blinked, and saw just where the load of cum had landed. Nikolas face was COVERED in my cum. It was in his hari, across the bridge of his nose, and dripping down the side of his nose onto his lip.
I must have looked horrified at how I had totally lost all control until Nikolas, threw off my leg, and lunged between my legs bringing his face to mine. Laughing deeply he looked into my eyes, and dryly said, "Hmm, looks like we are going to have to work on your timing."
And with that, I began to giggle, and cry tears of joy. As the others in the room realized what had happened, and saw the delicious load of cum that I had let loose on this man, they too began to laugh. Suddenly, we were all carefree souls, enjoying the company of other men. The room was filled with a sexual aura, but it was more than that too. It was men without barriers between them. No silly fake names, no towels hiding their flabby middle regions, nobody ashamed of their little cocks, or their skin conditions, or yellow teeth, or balding heads. We were all just men -- gay men? Bisexual men? Straight men? Who the fuck cared? What did it matter?
"Nikolas, you said something earlier about taking a hot American guy back to your hotel room after a bit of steam?" I coyly asked loud enough for all to hear. "Let's clean you up, and blow this joint. I think my education has only begun, and I think the rest of what we have to learn we can enjoy in the privacy our your hotel room."
Standing up, I smiled at the men around me. Even Barry was there, and he looked somehow like a proud father (or proud mother since he was such a campy old queen?), and I was met not with sauna zombie stares, but genuine smiles, and a feeling of shared camaraderie. We had all experienced something today, and it was just a bit more special than experiences I've had before or since. "Gentlemen," I looked into their eyes, making real eye contact as I looked around the room. "Gentlemen, it has been a real pleasure."
Reaching my hand back to Nikolas, I held his arm, "Nikolas, it's time for us to go."
Note from the author: You are probably all bored to death with this story, but perhaps some of you found it worth a read. As I think I mentioned at the beginning much of this is based upon real events, but after awhile the story seemed to take on a life of its own. I enjoyed writing it, and hope you've enjoyed the read. Not sure what my next story is going to be, but imagine that it will resurrect my pilot, or perhaps it will take place on a beach in Thailand, or something with a lifeguard ;) . . . or . . . or . . . oh this might become just too much fun! Drop me a note if you enjoyed what you read. Cheers, Paul