A gay story: Oral encounters: Sauna and Steam Many years ago I had an experimental phase of bicuriosity. Truth is not as lurid as fantasy, so if you’re looking for a rip-roaring fuckfest, this may not be the tale for you. On the other hand, if you appreciate realism then buckle up.
PART ONE: RECEIVING
I was visiting a Scandinavian country, staying in a nice chain hotel that you’ve heard of. It had been bright and cold outside all day, so I was pleased to see they had a small spa facility down in the basement. Looking only for some warmth and relaxation, I got my swimming trunks and headed down.
It was cozy down there. Tastefully lit. Tiled all around, enclosed, with no windows, and completely empty except for a guy sitting in the changing rooms using his phone. I did a few lengths and headed for the sauna. At first I couldn’t find it, but then realized that it was located inside the men’s changing and shower area. I assumed there was an equivalent in the women’s room. I was thrilled at this segregation, as it would allow me to go into the sauna nude – so I grabbed a towel and did so.
I entered the dark wooden sauna room with the towel wrapped around my waist, and discovered the guy from the changing room earlier had now come in here. Young, slim and Mediterranean-looking, he was sitting on the lowest bench, also with a towel wrapped around his waist. I said nothing, taking up a position on the middle bench which was at a right angle to his, so I could see him. We both sat in silence and relaxation for a while. He got up, went out, showered, and came back. I eventually got too hot and left for another swim. I must have been in the pool for another twenty minutes or so, swimming up and down for exercise. I got out to leave, returning to the changing room intending to shower. However, I couldn’t help but notice through the smoky glass door that the Mediterranean guy was still in the sauna. He must have been there for a while – certainly he’d been in the facility the whole time since I had first arrived.
I got curious.
Why was he hanging around in the sauna and changing room? Could he be…
I’d always been a little curious but had never acted upon it. I’d never had the opportunity! But here seemed to be the tiniest hint of an opportunity – and I took it.
Instead of showering and leaving like I had planned, I wrapped my towel again around my waist and returned to the sauna. The guy was there, but with no towel! I sat in my previous spot and did my best impression of pretending to relax. In this position, I could see him, but he couldn’t see me without turning his head.
We sat in the heat for a while.
Moving only my eyes, I stole glances between his legs. I couldn’t get a good view, but he had dark pubic hair, and I could see a small part of his cock hanging down.
I noticed the guy wiping down the sweat from his body. Was it just my imagination, or did he linger slightly on his nipples?
I decided to even the game.
I stood up and left the sauna to use the shower – which happened to be right across from the sauna door. I stood naked under the jet of hot water, soaping myself in full view. Since the guy was sat on the lowest bench, perfectly opposite me through the door, he would have had a perfect view. I was facing away from him, but as I washed my hair I turned around to give him a look at my front, while I washed my hair with my eyes closed so that he would feel like he could look without me knowing – not that I could see much through the smoky glass door. Inside the dark sauna, he remained a silhouette, but in the bright light of the shower, I would have been fully visible.
I turned around again to wash out the soap suds, then switched off the shower. I wondered what the guy was thinking, as I returned to the sauna – this time, without the towel.
I call this the dance of plausible deniability. Nothing had happened yet that couldn’t be explained away as an innocent, normal spa session. That was about to change.
Entering the room, it was impossible for me not to notice the hard cock between his legs. In his seated position, it was sticking forward, almost trapped between his legs, rather than standing upright. Was he trying to conceal it?
I took up my position and sat, with my own cock only semi aroused and still mostly hidden between my legs.
The guy resumed his routine of wiping away sweat from his body, but this time there was no doubt that he gave his nipples some attention as his hands ran down his lean chest. He then opened his legs slightly, releasing his cock to bounce upward a little, and he did the same sweat-wiping motion along it from base to tip, ending with a clear rub of his exposed glans. He was getting more worked up now – and so was I. One of his hands returned to his nipples and the other began an undeniable stroke of his dick. He turned to me and spoke, in a Spanish accent:
“I’m sorry… it’s the heat…” he said, as a calculatedly weak excuse. Was he still doing the dance? I was past the point of no return with that game.
I replied, “It’s OK dude, do what you’ve got to do.”
Taking this as permission, he began to rub himself more vigorously.
I had no idea what was going on.
I began to touch my stiffening cock.
“Can I see you?” he asked, stroking himself.
I knew exactly what he meant.
I shifted to a position which gave him a slightly better view, and opened my legs to reveal my own thick, hard shaft.
“Oh, yes…” he said, getting up.
He stepped towards me, standing in front of me so his cock was at the same level as mine.
“Can I…?” he said, and I nodded.
He grabbed my cock and began jerking it. I reached down and tried to do the same to his, but it was an awkward reach. I managed to get it, and held, for the first time, another man’s penis in my hand. It felt large, soft (despite being fully engorged), and hot even against the heat of the sauna air.
He knew what he was doing with his hand, but soon stopped and dropped to his knees, taking my cock into his mouth.
It was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. They say only a man can know how to give a truly great blowjob. I believe it. The perfect balance of suction and friction – the perfect repetitive motion on the sweet spot. He was jerking himself while sucking me. I couldn’t believe it. It was the most illicit and thrilling experience I’d had in my life so far, but reality intervened – the heat of the sauna was becoming too much for me.
I can’t remember the next few seconds – perhaps I was lost in bliss or the heat had affected me, but we somehow transitioned into a position where the guy was lying on his back on my bench, finishing himself off with his hand. He came all over his chest.
“I’ve never done anything like that before” I said to him.
He seemed surprised. “Really, this was your first time?”
It was.
We left to shower, and didn’t speak again.
I returned to my room and jerked myself off at the memory of what had just happened.
I never saw the guy again in the hotel, or ever. It was a perfect ships-in-the-night encounter. Who was he? An experienced bottom cruising the saunas? Or just another nervous curious guy like me? Maybe he’s out there writing the same story from his perspective. Maybe he’s forgotten me completely.
I’ll never know, and that’s the magic.
PART TWO: GIVING
A few months later, I was on holiday on a cruise ship. Once more to my delight, I found that the ship had single-sex saunas in its thermal suite. Remembering my experience in the hotel, I decided to check them out.
This time was different – the sauna and spa area was much busier. Lots of people coming and going all the time. I had visited the thermal suite on most days, and had determined that the steam room was the quietest area, and that mid-afternoon was the quietest time of all.
I didn’t go in with the explicit intention of anything happening. I was just there for the heat. But once again, fate intervened.
Most people in the steam room were sitting in towels, but some were nude. This gave me the occasional opportunity to look at cocks in the wild. I found it fascinating. The average real-world cock isn’t like the average porn cock at all (obviously). For one, you don’t see people walking around with erections. It’s softies all the way, and it can be hard to judge what the erect version of a penis will look like from its flaccid state.
Somehow, I noticed a guy sitting nude in the steam room who had been sitting there in the same position the day before. A spark of curiosity lit up in my mind. What kind of person sits nude in a sauna? The kind of person thinking the same thoughts as me?
I sat opposite this guy, also nude. He was much older than me – maybe late forties – and slightly overweight. The steam was dense enough that nobody could see which way your eyes were pointing, but light enough that your eyes could just about see shapes if they were close enough. I could definitely see a shape between his legs, and I opened mine to return the favor.
Neither of us moved for a while. I decided to make a move to escalate. Since there was nobody else in the steam room at that moment, I lay out on the tiled bench, face down, pretending to adopt a sleeping relaxation position, but in reality giving him a good view of my ass.
Another man entered the room so I got up and sat back upright again. We all sat in silence, but I noticed that the shape between the legs opposite me had grown.
Contact established.
When the third man left, the guy opposite me stood up and moved slowly towards me. As he approached, his body came into focus through the steam – and his throbbing hard cock pointed directly at my head, in my seated position. I never planned to do this – I didn’t know where any of this would go. But I couldn’t resist. It seemed like the obvious thing to do. I opened my mouth and leant forward, taking his cock inside.
The feeling of sucking cock is incredible. So hard and yet so soft. And this one – so big. It had grown to about seven inches, and I began to explore those inches with my tongue. I rolled back his foreskin and suckled on the head. I dove down and surprised myself with how far I could take him into my throat. I remembered my experience in the Scandinavian hotel, and tried my best to deliver pleasure to my anonymous partner.
It worked.
I could taste the ever-so-salty precum, but the dominant flavor was of the steam room scent. Hot and clean. I don’t know how long I spent sucking him. It can’t have been more than a few minutes. But he eventually pulled out and came on his towel. If he’d kept his dick in my mouth, I would have let him cum in it. To this day I don’t know why he pulled out. Would I have swallowed? I don’t know.
“Thank you” he whispered weakly.
I gave him a high five, saying nothing. We both left and showered separately. I showered my mouth out, suddenly worried that I had taken a complete stranger’s cock into it, not knowing anything about him or his sexual history.
I went back to my cabin and unloaded my balls into my hand at the vivid memory of it.
The story doesn’t end here.
I returned to the steam room the next day, at the same time. Once again, the guy was there. He knew the deal, and so did I. But this time there were others in the sauna, and no privacy came. We moved to the sauna where it was just us, and sat next to each other, jerking each other off. Again he came into his towel, and we parted.
And so ends the story of my experimental phase. I’m now happily married, to a beautiful woman, and it never crosses my mind that I might be the least bit gay. I’m not attracted to men at all – but their cocks are another matter.