Through the moving water, I could see Mop’s hand stroking his cock, which was enough to keep my dick hard. Still, that wasn’t what I was hoping to see, so after about ten minutes, I climbed back out and headed to the steam room. A quick look into the outdoor dark room found three or four men. In the near pitch black, I could barely make them out, but it looked like most were standing in a small circle, stroking each other’s cocks. There appeared to be one more, directly behind one of the guys in the circle jerk, but I couldn’t tell what he was doing. I paused at the entrance, trying to figure out if I could slip in and see what was really happening, but I wasn’t sure how I could do that without causing too much of a commotion. My shyness got the best of me and I kept moving.
I skipped the steam room and went right to the sauna, where I found a good open seat, on the lower bench on the left side of the heater. It offered me the same great view of the showers, which were again in use. There were three other guys in the sauna with me. The bearded guy from the hot tub sat in the corner farthest from me. Another guy, who I couldn’t quite see, sat on the other side of the heater. An in the corner to my right sat the third. He seemed to be just a few years older than me, in pretty good shape, with a buzz cut and what seemed to be a shaved chest. He also had an impressive cock, not huge, but well above average. The reason I could tell was simple. His towel was open and he was brazenly stroking his not-quite-hard cock with his right hand. I smiled to myself as I watched his cock slowly inflating, almost certain that I’d get to see something fun. I wasn’t sure how anybody could resist a cock like that.
After just a few minutes, Mop joined us in the steam room. He took a quick look around, including at Buzz, before choosing a seat on the bench above me and to my right. I immediately knew why he’d picked that spot. Over my shoulder, it gave him a great view of the beautiful cock being stroked in front of both of us. My attention went right back to Buzz and I couldn’t resist slipping my right hand under my towel, rubbing my dick in time with Buzz’s strokes, wondering what Mop was going to do.
There was some motion on the other side of the room as the bearded guy climbed up to the upper bench behind his neighbor. Another guy opened the door, stepped in, looked around and left. Buzz’s show went on and I my excitement was peaking. Glancing across the room, I realized that my wish was coming true. Though I couldn’t see much, the guy to my left had turned sideways and was bobbing his head up and down between the bearded guy’s legs. Cock was being sucked and I was there to watch.
Knowing that Mop and Buzz had better views than I did, I hoped that the blowjob across the room would kick start something on my side. I wanted Mop to climb down off of the benches, kneel in front of Buzz and go to work on his hard cock right in front of me. When I turned my head back, though, Mop hadn’t moved. Instead, Buzz, who had apparently been watching me, stood up and stepped directly in front of me. I couldn’t believe it. My heart raced as I stared at his cock bouncing in the air in front of me. I looked up at him.
“I’m just here to watch,” I said.
He smiled but didn’t move or respond. I wasn’t sure he’d heard me.
“Really, I’m just here to watch,” I tried again.
Buzz just kept looking down at me, holding his hands on his hips, offering his cock to me, with a knowing smile on his face. My eyes moved down his chest to his cock. It was big, with a round mushroom head and a big blue vein running down the underside. Except for a small tuft of hair above, his cock and balls had been shaved clean, matching his bare chest. It was beautiful.
I urged myself to say something. Anything, to let him know I wasn’t interested.
But, I didn’t.
Instead, to my own amazement, I raised my right hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock.
It was warm, hard but somehow soft, and it felt good as I began to stroke it. Still moving my hand up and down slowly, I glanced back up at him. His expression hadn’t changed. It held that same knowing smile.
I cupped his balls with my free hand and held his cock up, taking in each curve and bump with my eyes. Then, without much thought at all, I leaned forward and ran my tongue from his balls to the underside of his mushroom head. I slid my right hand back down to the base, holding his cock still, pointed directly at me. My lips parted around the head as I leaned toward him. In my mouth, he felt firm and spongy. He felt like he fit.
Before I knew it, I was bobbing my head up and down his hard cock, watching it go in and out of my mouth. I made sure to keep my teeth out of the way, using my tongue and lips to maximize the contact. My left hand held on to his balls, while my right hand, with what seemed to be a mind of its own first caressed his stomach and chest then moved itself around to cup one of his butt cheeks. Occasionally, he’d reach down and stroke my dick, which had somehow come free of my towel. Once, or twice, my dick felt the touch of another hand, one that could have only come from Mop behind me. I didn’t care. My focus was squarely on giving my first blowjob.
We were interrupted twice by men walking in to the sauna. Both times, Buzz stepped back, not sure about who had come in. Both times, the intruder left quickly. And, both times, Buzz returned to his spot in front of me and my mouth returned to his cock. After the second time, though, he bent down and whispered.
“Do you have a room?” he asked.
Taking a break, I wrapped my right hand around his cock and started stroking it again, this time feeling it wet with my saliva. “I just came to watch,” I said.
Putting his hand on my arm, on top of the elastic band that held my room key, he tried again. “Let’s go to your room.”
I felt myself give in. To him, to the situation, or to my true desires, I wasn’t sure. But, I gave in. The same way I’d given in a moments before. I stood up and stroked his cock one more time as he stepped out of my way. I wrapped my towel back around my waist, pressing my dick against my stomach, and started to walk. As I pushed the sauna door open, letting the cool air rush across my body, I glanced to my left. There, the bearded guy and his friend were both sitting back, stroking their own cocks, clearly disappointed that my show had ended.
As I walked toward my room, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, or what I wanted to happen. I’d come to watch, after all. Glancing back over my shoulder, I realized that Buzz hadn’t bothered to put his towel back on. His hard cock was bouncing between his legs, still glistening with my spit. It looked down right obscene. Everybody that saw us walking toward the rooms could have easily guessed what had just happened and must have had a good idea of what was about to happen. I felt a rush of excitement, an electric pulse emanating from my core. It was a feeling I imagined true sluts must feel.