Heat in the Afternoon
27-Mar-13 14:16
Briny water trickled in rivulets down the sloping areas of my skin to collect in puddles in the low spots. At 189 degrees, the sauna was almost unbearable, but just the same, felt good. My sweaty balls sagged deeply between my slightly spread legs, my limp dick nestled between my balls. As usual, I had my arm folded over my face keeping the hot air away from my face. Even on the bottom tier of benches, next to the door, the coolest spot in the sauna, keeping some of the air away from my face kept me from feeling too hot.
Languid in thought and half-asleep, I heard the sauna door squeal open and felt it bump shut just beside my head. From the creak and bounce of the bench, I could tell that the entrant was stepping up to the upper tier close to my outstretched right foot. As he sat down, I shifted my arm to be able to see who the person was. Over the years, I have developed some sauna friendships, guys I see occasionally in the sauna and with whom I enjoy pleasant conversation but rarely see anywhere else. When I chat in the sauna, I can stay longer because I’m not so aware of the stifling heat.
Establishing that this was none of my usual conversants, I lowered my arm enough that I couldn’t see his face (and even more importantly, he couldn’t see my eyes), but I could see the rest of his body. His torso
was well-muscled, but not overly so – just really fit. He had rather largish nipples, angled a little downward on the bottom curve of his pecs, erect from the sudden temperature change. His mostly hairless torso ended in a rather soft six pack. His legs, like the rest of his body, were in shape, but not overly muscled. His dick was crowned with a thick bush and supported by two shiny globes. He sat naked on a towel, his hands firmly planted for support on either side of him, obviously comfortable with his nakedness.
Over the years, I’ve noticed several types of people when it comes to dress in the sauna. People of the first type come in wearing shorts, underwear, or swimsuits. Another type wears a towel and is careful to keep it tucked in. Still another type comes in wrapped in a towel and they keep it around them, but unfastened and arranged so that it just barely covers their genitals—as if they really want to be naked but are afraid to be. Then there’s the chameleon.
Most serious sauna users will stay quite a while, periodically exiting to take a cool shower and get a drink. The chameleon takes breaks and comes back dressed differently every time. Perhaps he first enters wearing shorts and sits on a towel. After a break, he comes back with the towel wrapped around him, but with no shorts. After another break, he returns to sit naked on the towel. It’s as if the continued heat removes his inhibitions so he can comfortably sit without clothes.
I, and apparently my new seatmate, represent a final group, the ones who aren’t ever covered. We used our towel to keep our skin from the hot wood of the bench. It lay under us, not over. We were comfortable in our nakedness and unconcerned about whether anyone looked at us or not. At that moment, we two representatives of the naked-is-bliss group were the only two sauna occupants, and I continued to enjoy his nakedness. Voyeur that I am, I was mostly intrigued by that dark bush and the appendages it shaded.
In the heat, his balls had begun to droop lower like my own, and drops of sweat trickled across them and dripped onto the towel below. One of his balls lightly pinned his dick against his leg. His dick hung about as long as an index finger and sported a dark purple cap at its outer end. A hand moved from the bench to rake through the bush of hair, scrape some sweat from the bottom of the ball bag, and free the dick from its cramped quarters between ball and leg. The dick seemed to dance for joy and rise just a bit in front of the bag behind it. Then, rather like a car jack that pops a bit higher with each descent of the handle, the dick became a bit longer, a bit thicker, and stood out a bit more with each beat of its owner’s heart. Still arced downward, it bobbed an inch or so above its traveling companions.
The hand appeared again. The thumb and forefinger encircled the scrotum near the base of the bobbing dick, corralled the nuts into the bottom of the sac, and then slid over them scraping sweat ahead and onto the towel. The fingers then wrapped around the stiffening shaft and slid backwards from tip to base, stretching out the wrinkles of skin and causing it to straighten even more. After the hand returned to the towel, the dick continued to jut out and bounce slightly.
Wondering if my sauna mate could be looking at my privates with the same intensity that I was his, I gave my PC muscle a couple of tentative twitches to make my dick bobble and kept my eye on his dick to see if there was any reaction. There was. Being harder, his shaft made a couple of noticeable bounces. My dick bobbled again, a little more this time since it was beginning to awaken from its limpness, and his dick replied. It was obvious that we were both feeling the same way, so I sat up, gave the stranger a knowing look square in the eye, and then let him see me staring at his ever-hardening dick. I took my own dick in my hand to give it a little help in its efforts to straighten out. Not only did my shaft become stiff, the other guy’s stiffened noticeably as he stared at my hand action with my dick.. The hand that had made two earlier appearances now showed up again, but this time it was attached to a body that I could see in its entirety. Our hands began to pump our dicks in earnest as we both enjoyed our exhibitionistic and voyeuristic pleasures to the fullest. We were both breathing heavily and beating intently when my sauna mate suddenly stopped, grabbed some towel from between his legs, covered his swollen shaft, and crossed his arms over his lap. Though my back was to the door, it was obvious that he was seeing someone else about to enter the sauna. Momentarily, the door squeaked open and another sweat lover entered.
Sitting as I was with my back to the door and my outside knee raised, all I had to do was drop my hand across my crotch to hide my erection. Glancing at the intruder, I recognized another sauna friend, one with whom I had previously enjoyed mutual jerk-offs, and so I resumed stroking myself. When he recognized me and situated himself on the bench, he immediately began to fondle his own dick and balls. Noting the turn of events, the fellow sitting close to me dropped his terry cloth privacy screen and returned to massaging his still-hard shaft. We resituated our bodies so that everyone had a clear view of everyone else. There we were, three guys, turning ourselves and each other on.
My excitement built while I full-handedly stroked my shaft. I began to pinch my nipples, putting on a little show for the other two guys. Slicking up my finger with a few drops of pre-cum, I reached between my legs, wet my asshole, and pushed in my index finger while continuing to stroke myself. The other two seemed to enjoy the show. They watched intently as my finger slid wetly in and out of my bum. Keeping my finger busy fucking myself, I alternated my other hand between beating meat and pinching nipples.
The guy close to me began to tug at his scrotum with his unused hand. He again gathered his nuts into the bottom of the sac and then tugged at the whole, stretching all downward. All the while, he continued to stroke his shaft rapidly. The third fellow watched both of us intently while running a pincer comprised of his thumb and first two fingers up and down his shaft more slowly than the other two of us and stopping occasionally to make a twisting movement around his dick just below the head.
Having been in the sauna before the others, I was getting too hot. I stopped exciting myself to give my dick a few moments to go down a little before I left the sauna and entered the showers a few feet away. Adjusting the spray to a moderately cool, I stepped under it and let the water cool my skin. My erection was at about one-quarter mast, and I occasionally pumped it a few strokes just to keep the excitement from departing completely. The guy who had been sitting closest to me, entered the same gang shower I occupied and took up station a couple of showerheads over from me. His hard-on was like mine: definitely smaller, but still somewhat there. As the cool water erased the heat of the sauna, the third fellow appeared and entered the set of showers across from us.
Since sight of the showers is open to anyone who walks by, we could not be so brazen with our activities as in the sauna, but the sex play didn’t stop entirely. We each occasionally stroked our dicks and kept them bobbing in a semi-hard state. We also rubbed our hands across our ass cheeks and spread them so that each other could catch glimpses of our assholes. Once, while I was facing him, the guy with me quickly ran his hands over my balls and gently tugged at my dick before turning away again to let the shower spray his back. Feeling cooled enough to return to the sauna, I left the shower, reentered the sauna, and took up station again on my towel by the door. In the same order we had left the sauna, we returned, one by one. Once again, we were the only occupants.
I had begun stroking my dick as soon as I sat down again and I was already hard again. The other two in turn began to get themselves straightened out. Glancing through the glass on the door to see that no one was about to enter the sauna, I stepped over to the guy closest to me and pinched both his nipples simultaneously with my thumbs and forefingers. I pinched hard and held the pressure a few seconds. As I pinched, the guy inhaled deeply and his dick swelled noticeably. Letting go of his nipples, I furtively caressed his balls before I returned to my seat and resumed polishing my pole.
The guy across from us apparently enjoyed the show because he began stroking faster and threw his head back as his legs stiffened out front. I checked the door again to be certain of our continued privacy and then moved over to him to grab his balls. My hand no sooner touched his hot, sweaty globes before long strings of white cum began to skip stickily up his tensed torso. Several times, his dick recoiled to eject another squirt of cum, each one landing a little lower on his stomach. With a tremble and a twitch, he exhaled deeply and sagged on the bench. I returned once again to my seat, not wanting to be surprised by a sauna visitor not sympathetic to our activities.
The guy by my feet had intensely watched every second of the action of the other two of us while continuing to rub his dick. Occasionally, he would use his unoccupied hand to pinch one of his nipples, both of which were hard and pointed. I full-handedly stroked my shaft while watching him build his excitement. The guy who had already come, watched the action, wiped the cum from his body, and kept an eye on the approach to the sauna visible from his seat.
The other fellow’s hand slid up and down his own hard shaft. With each upward movement of his hand, his balls rose upward; when his hand came down, so did the balls. His legs were spread slightly, and the movement was in full view. With another quick glance out the door, I moved closer to him. With one hand, I covered his balls and rubbed and pressed lightly. With my other hand, I pressed on the base of his dick, beneath his balls. I rubbed with a firm pressure from his asshole to his balls and back. The next time I came to his hole, I rubbed gently over and around it. I squeezed the inside of the leg muscles at his crotch and then returned to the middle. All the while, I was casting occasional, quick glances out the door.
The next time I touched his asshole, it was like the eruption button on a volcano. I had barely touched it when it began twitching and cum started spewing from the hard shaft above it. Glob after glob flew momentarily and then smacked against sweaty skin. With a heave of breath and a hard squeeze of his dick, my seatmate sagged a signal of completion. Leaving him to clean up, I returned to my seat.
My own dick was still half-hard from the excitement of the situation. It didn’t take many strokes to have my dick stiff again. As the two guys watched me, I moistened a finger with pre-cum, slicked up my asshole, and pushed in the finger while I pumped my dick with the other hand. Finger-fucking my ass while beating my meat, it didn’t take long for the eminence of a come to overtake me. And this time, I didn’t slow down. After a few more seconds of action, cum began to shoot from my dickhead onto my chest and belly. Mixing with the sweat already coating my skin, it gathered in puddles on my lower abdomen and ran down my sides to drip stringily onto my towel. I pulled my finger from my asshole and slowly ceased rubbing my dick as it limply backed away from the excitement
With the excitement gone, I realized how hot the sauna was. I gathered up my towel and left the sauna for the showers. The cool water washed the cum away, but my mind was still in the steamy sauna revisiting the heat of the afternoon. The memories would be enough to help me enjoy other afternoons in the heat when my only company would be the swimsuit wearers and chameleons.
Languid in thought and half-asleep, I heard the sauna door squeal open and felt it bump shut just beside my head. From the creak and bounce of the bench, I could tell that the entrant was stepping up to the upper tier close to my outstretched right foot. As he sat down, I shifted my arm to be able to see who the person was. Over the years, I have developed some sauna friendships, guys I see occasionally in the sauna and with whom I enjoy pleasant conversation but rarely see anywhere else. When I chat in the sauna, I can stay longer because I’m not so aware of the stifling heat.
Establishing that this was none of my usual conversants, I lowered my arm enough that I couldn’t see his face (and even more importantly, he couldn’t see my eyes), but I could see the rest of his body. His torso
was well-muscled, but not overly so – just really fit. He had rather largish nipples, angled a little downward on the bottom curve of his pecs, erect from the sudden temperature change. His mostly hairless torso ended in a rather soft six pack. His legs, like the rest of his body, were in shape, but not overly muscled. His dick was crowned with a thick bush and supported by two shiny globes. He sat naked on a towel, his hands firmly planted for support on either side of him, obviously comfortable with his nakedness.
Over the years, I’ve noticed several types of people when it comes to dress in the sauna. People of the first type come in wearing shorts, underwear, or swimsuits. Another type wears a towel and is careful to keep it tucked in. Still another type comes in wrapped in a towel and they keep it around them, but unfastened and arranged so that it just barely covers their genitals—as if they really want to be naked but are afraid to be. Then there’s the chameleon.
Most serious sauna users will stay quite a while, periodically exiting to take a cool shower and get a drink. The chameleon takes breaks and comes back dressed differently every time. Perhaps he first enters wearing shorts and sits on a towel. After a break, he comes back with the towel wrapped around him, but with no shorts. After another break, he returns to sit naked on the towel. It’s as if the continued heat removes his inhibitions so he can comfortably sit without clothes.
I, and apparently my new seatmate, represent a final group, the ones who aren’t ever covered. We used our towel to keep our skin from the hot wood of the bench. It lay under us, not over. We were comfortable in our nakedness and unconcerned about whether anyone looked at us or not. At that moment, we two representatives of the naked-is-bliss group were the only two sauna occupants, and I continued to enjoy his nakedness. Voyeur that I am, I was mostly intrigued by that dark bush and the appendages it shaded.
In the heat, his balls had begun to droop lower like my own, and drops of sweat trickled across them and dripped onto the towel below. One of his balls lightly pinned his dick against his leg. His dick hung about as long as an index finger and sported a dark purple cap at its outer end. A hand moved from the bench to rake through the bush of hair, scrape some sweat from the bottom of the ball bag, and free the dick from its cramped quarters between ball and leg. The dick seemed to dance for joy and rise just a bit in front of the bag behind it. Then, rather like a car jack that pops a bit higher with each descent of the handle, the dick became a bit longer, a bit thicker, and stood out a bit more with each beat of its owner’s heart. Still arced downward, it bobbed an inch or so above its traveling companions.
The hand appeared again. The thumb and forefinger encircled the scrotum near the base of the bobbing dick, corralled the nuts into the bottom of the sac, and then slid over them scraping sweat ahead and onto the towel. The fingers then wrapped around the stiffening shaft and slid backwards from tip to base, stretching out the wrinkles of skin and causing it to straighten even more. After the hand returned to the towel, the dick continued to jut out and bounce slightly.
Wondering if my sauna mate could be looking at my privates with the same intensity that I was his, I gave my PC muscle a couple of tentative twitches to make my dick bobble and kept my eye on his dick to see if there was any reaction. There was. Being harder, his shaft made a couple of noticeable bounces. My dick bobbled again, a little more this time since it was beginning to awaken from its limpness, and his dick replied. It was obvious that we were both feeling the same way, so I sat up, gave the stranger a knowing look square in the eye, and then let him see me staring at his ever-hardening dick. I took my own dick in my hand to give it a little help in its efforts to straighten out. Not only did my shaft become stiff, the other guy’s stiffened noticeably as he stared at my hand action with my dick.. The hand that had made two earlier appearances now showed up again, but this time it was attached to a body that I could see in its entirety. Our hands began to pump our dicks in earnest as we both enjoyed our exhibitionistic and voyeuristic pleasures to the fullest. We were both breathing heavily and beating intently when my sauna mate suddenly stopped, grabbed some towel from between his legs, covered his swollen shaft, and crossed his arms over his lap. Though my back was to the door, it was obvious that he was seeing someone else about to enter the sauna. Momentarily, the door squeaked open and another sweat lover entered.
Sitting as I was with my back to the door and my outside knee raised, all I had to do was drop my hand across my crotch to hide my erection. Glancing at the intruder, I recognized another sauna friend, one with whom I had previously enjoyed mutual jerk-offs, and so I resumed stroking myself. When he recognized me and situated himself on the bench, he immediately began to fondle his own dick and balls. Noting the turn of events, the fellow sitting close to me dropped his terry cloth privacy screen and returned to massaging his still-hard shaft. We resituated our bodies so that everyone had a clear view of everyone else. There we were, three guys, turning ourselves and each other on.
My excitement built while I full-handedly stroked my shaft. I began to pinch my nipples, putting on a little show for the other two guys. Slicking up my finger with a few drops of pre-cum, I reached between my legs, wet my asshole, and pushed in my index finger while continuing to stroke myself. The other two seemed to enjoy the show. They watched intently as my finger slid wetly in and out of my bum. Keeping my finger busy fucking myself, I alternated my other hand between beating meat and pinching nipples.
The guy close to me began to tug at his scrotum with his unused hand. He again gathered his nuts into the bottom of the sac and then tugged at the whole, stretching all downward. All the while, he continued to stroke his shaft rapidly. The third fellow watched both of us intently while running a pincer comprised of his thumb and first two fingers up and down his shaft more slowly than the other two of us and stopping occasionally to make a twisting movement around his dick just below the head.
Having been in the sauna before the others, I was getting too hot. I stopped exciting myself to give my dick a few moments to go down a little before I left the sauna and entered the showers a few feet away. Adjusting the spray to a moderately cool, I stepped under it and let the water cool my skin. My erection was at about one-quarter mast, and I occasionally pumped it a few strokes just to keep the excitement from departing completely. The guy who had been sitting closest to me, entered the same gang shower I occupied and took up station a couple of showerheads over from me. His hard-on was like mine: definitely smaller, but still somewhat there. As the cool water erased the heat of the sauna, the third fellow appeared and entered the set of showers across from us.
Since sight of the showers is open to anyone who walks by, we could not be so brazen with our activities as in the sauna, but the sex play didn’t stop entirely. We each occasionally stroked our dicks and kept them bobbing in a semi-hard state. We also rubbed our hands across our ass cheeks and spread them so that each other could catch glimpses of our assholes. Once, while I was facing him, the guy with me quickly ran his hands over my balls and gently tugged at my dick before turning away again to let the shower spray his back. Feeling cooled enough to return to the sauna, I left the shower, reentered the sauna, and took up station again on my towel by the door. In the same order we had left the sauna, we returned, one by one. Once again, we were the only occupants.
I had begun stroking my dick as soon as I sat down again and I was already hard again. The other two in turn began to get themselves straightened out. Glancing through the glass on the door to see that no one was about to enter the sauna, I stepped over to the guy closest to me and pinched both his nipples simultaneously with my thumbs and forefingers. I pinched hard and held the pressure a few seconds. As I pinched, the guy inhaled deeply and his dick swelled noticeably. Letting go of his nipples, I furtively caressed his balls before I returned to my seat and resumed polishing my pole.
The guy across from us apparently enjoyed the show because he began stroking faster and threw his head back as his legs stiffened out front. I checked the door again to be certain of our continued privacy and then moved over to him to grab his balls. My hand no sooner touched his hot, sweaty globes before long strings of white cum began to skip stickily up his tensed torso. Several times, his dick recoiled to eject another squirt of cum, each one landing a little lower on his stomach. With a tremble and a twitch, he exhaled deeply and sagged on the bench. I returned once again to my seat, not wanting to be surprised by a sauna visitor not sympathetic to our activities.
The guy by my feet had intensely watched every second of the action of the other two of us while continuing to rub his dick. Occasionally, he would use his unoccupied hand to pinch one of his nipples, both of which were hard and pointed. I full-handedly stroked my shaft while watching him build his excitement. The guy who had already come, watched the action, wiped the cum from his body, and kept an eye on the approach to the sauna visible from his seat.
The other fellow’s hand slid up and down his own hard shaft. With each upward movement of his hand, his balls rose upward; when his hand came down, so did the balls. His legs were spread slightly, and the movement was in full view. With another quick glance out the door, I moved closer to him. With one hand, I covered his balls and rubbed and pressed lightly. With my other hand, I pressed on the base of his dick, beneath his balls. I rubbed with a firm pressure from his asshole to his balls and back. The next time I came to his hole, I rubbed gently over and around it. I squeezed the inside of the leg muscles at his crotch and then returned to the middle. All the while, I was casting occasional, quick glances out the door.
The next time I touched his asshole, it was like the eruption button on a volcano. I had barely touched it when it began twitching and cum started spewing from the hard shaft above it. Glob after glob flew momentarily and then smacked against sweaty skin. With a heave of breath and a hard squeeze of his dick, my seatmate sagged a signal of completion. Leaving him to clean up, I returned to my seat.
My own dick was still half-hard from the excitement of the situation. It didn’t take many strokes to have my dick stiff again. As the two guys watched me, I moistened a finger with pre-cum, slicked up my asshole, and pushed in the finger while I pumped my dick with the other hand. Finger-fucking my ass while beating my meat, it didn’t take long for the eminence of a come to overtake me. And this time, I didn’t slow down. After a few more seconds of action, cum began to shoot from my dickhead onto my chest and belly. Mixing with the sweat already coating my skin, it gathered in puddles on my lower abdomen and ran down my sides to drip stringily onto my towel. I pulled my finger from my asshole and slowly ceased rubbing my dick as it limply backed away from the excitement
With the excitement gone, I realized how hot the sauna was. I gathered up my towel and left the sauna for the showers. The cool water washed the cum away, but my mind was still in the steamy sauna revisiting the heat of the afternoon. The memories would be enough to help me enjoy other afternoons in the heat when my only company would be the swimsuit wearers and chameleons.
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