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"You can go ahead and take care of that, if you want to," I said, eyeing the conspicuous hard-on that my sauna mate was not really trying to hide with his towel.
"I would, but the light's on," he said, referring to the single bulb that illuminated the dry, wooden box.
"Do you want me to turn it off?"
"Sure."
I got up and went outside to turn the light off, thereby affording us some privacy from anyone who might happen into the shower area.
I had been keeping this guy in my sights for weeks. We were both part of the early morning workout crowd, and we frequently found ourselves in the dry sauna at the same time. Without a doubt, I enjoyed the view. His compact body was very smooth and defined, and his muscles and rippled stomach were a testament to his willingness to put in the hours at the gym. Although his short cropped, gray hair suggested that he might be just on the other side of forty, his physical appearance definitely argued otherwise.
I had suspected for a while that he was interested in finding a post-workout playmate. Every time it was just the two of us in the sauna, he'd alternate between reading his newspaper and shooting pretty obvious glances over at me while too casually adjusting his towel. I didn't go out of my way to encourage him, though I'd occasionally shoot a look his way. For me, the tease was really plenty.
For some reason, though, on that particular morning I impulsively issued an invitation. When I came back into the sauna after turning out the light, I saw that he had situated himself on the top bench, where he could keep an eye on the window, to see if anyone was coming. As I entered, he pulled his towel aside and spread his legs wide, revealing a very hard, circumcised dick.
"Come on, sit over here," he said, motioning to the spot next to him.
Scooting up next to him, I reached out and grabbed the thick, six-inch-long organ. It felt like it was made out of stone. I stroked it a couple of times, and he raised his butt up and off the wooden bench, bringing my hand into contact with his flat stomach and cropped, raspy pubic hair. Realizing I needed some lubrication to do justice to the job, I brought my hand up to my mouth and coated it with saliva. Breathing deeply, I could smell the musky scent of his cock on my fingers.
Once again grasping him, I gave him five or six slippery strokes before he let out a deep, growling groan and grabbed my hand. Spurts of milky white semen dribbled over my fingers and across his rippled stomach. At that moment, through the sauna's window, we both saw someone come into the shower area. I pulled my hand away and let him cover himself.
"Man, sorry," he said, apparently referring to his rather short fuse. "It's just kind of exciting, the danger that someone's going to walk in."
"Well, I have to tell you, I've never done anything like this before," I confessed, grinning somewhat sheepishly.
"I haven't here, either," he replied. "Too many people from my job work out here."
We were silent for a moment. "Well, I guess I'd better get going," I said. Reaching over, I tweaked his nipple and winked at him. "Have a great day."
At least I had done my best to give it a good start.