A gay story: Hugh Pt. 01: Sauna time We bought our condo 10 years ago. At that time, the apartment directly across from us was occupied by an elderly gentleman and his care giver. We tried to be nice or at least pleasant, but he wouldn’t give us the time of day – turns out he was extremely homophobic and didn’t like the gays living next door. He was never hostile, he just tried to ignore us, even if we offered to help carry heavy items or such. He’d just decline or ignore us. After a while we just stopped trying.
Sadly, a few years ago (for his family, at least) he passed away. He left the condo to his nephew. The nephew and his wife moved in. Hugh and Lori were close to our age (mid 50s at the time) and we hit it off with them. Lori warned us that Hugh was very homophobic, as his uncle had been, however, he never came across that way. As couples we went out to dinner, relaxed on our balconies, had dinner in each other’s places, drank and enjoyed the company and spending time together. We shared a passion, with Hugh at least, for cooking and exploring recipes and we often cooked together, working on new ideas. Hugh and the hubs and I that is. Lori drank wine and sat nearby, part of the conversation but not the activity.
Hugh never had a homophobic thing to say, he was curious and asked questions, as despite living in Toronto his whole live, he’d never known any (out at least) gay people. But he was always accepting and generous. Lori, however, turned out to be the one with issues, she was judgmental asked the usual straight people questions – which one is the woman, kind of stuff – rude and a bit obnoxious.
Our building has a small gym, and when I couldn’t get to my regular gym, I was able to grab some cardio and some weight work downstairs. We also have a sauna and Hugh loves his saunas. He’d go every day and I’d often see him there, changing, well stripping, as he would sauna in the nude. Hugh had a nice body, a bit pudgy in the middle, not much body hair, and the first time he dropped his pants (the exercise room faces directly into the locker area, so you have a full view of anyone changing), his cock was on full display. It was a nice thick uncut 3-4 inches, resting over a nice set of balls.
I tried not to stare, to give my friend his privacy, but he was right in front of me, so what’s a perv to do? I didn’t, physically, do anything or even join him in the sauna that first day, just watched him change and I left before he finished his sauna. This pairing went on for several weeks as we always seemed to be there around the same time.
One night we all went out for a couples night, just the four of us, for dinner and as we were sitting around the table, food and drink and conversation flowed. We’d had a few drinks and the talk became semi-sexual, flirty but harmless. I don’t recall who said anything about nudity but Hugh piped up that I’d already seen him naked, to which Lori bristled and demanded to know how it was I was seeing her husband naked. Hugh piped up, in the gym/sauna. We see each other all the time, which isn’t exactly true, as he hadn’t seen me yet, as I don’t change down there, I change and shower upstairs.
Lori turned to me and warned me not to get any ideas about her husband. And until that point, I hadn’t but since she told me I can’t well I’m an ass, so what can I say.
The following Saturday, I’m working out in the condo gym. I’m nearly finished when Hugh comes in and starts to strip off. We exchange the usual banter and I say, you know what, I’m going to join you in the sauna today. He says that’s great, he’d love the company.
I follow him in after stripping down and together we sit in the heat. He had set the timer for 30 minutes. The sauna in our condo is small, it has two levels of benches and could seat at max six people, if you crammed those six people in. But we’re alone. By necessity we’re sitting close to each other, and I let my leg drift, as we talk, until it’s resting against his. He doesn’t move away. I take it no further as we continue to talk, and then I notice a slight shift of his cock. It had been nestled, in his full bush, but now was sliding along his leg, stretching out. My own cock responds and starts to harden as well.
We keep talking but now I let my leg rub against his, pressing into him a little, letting him know I’m aware that we’re touching. He continues to harden and is now standing up over his leg, not fully hard but already at about 7 inches.
My own six is fully hard, at this point. We sit there in the heat, still talking about nothing, both of us with hardons and I tug on mine a bit, stroking it idly. He’s squirming a bit, trying to hide his (it’s pretty hard to hide it though).
“I guess the heat is getting to us both,” I say, as I slap his thigh, causing his cock to bounce in response.
“Doug,” he says, “I don’t know what the hell is happening, I’ve never had this happen before.”
Moving my hand from his thigh to his hardened cock, I tell him, jokingly, “You’ve never had a hardon before”. And saying that I give his cock a squeeze and pearl of pre-cum glistens in tip of his hood. He laughs but says, “You know what I mean.” And I do.
I let go of the shaft, after picking that pearl off the tip, I bring it to my lips and ask if he’s uncomfortable being hard in front of me. He says that he kind of is but his eyes trace my fingers from his cock to my lips as I taste him. Reaching back out, I stroke his inner thigh and ask him if he wants me to stop.
His breath catches, as I caress his tender inner thigh, and he says “no, don’t stop”.
So, I don’t.
My hand moves across and cups his big balls, he doesn’t shave or trim, so they’re covered in a light fuzz. His cock is standing firm and proud.
“Hugh,” I say, “do you want me to suck your cock? You have to ask, I don’t go where I’m not invited, my friend.” I tell him, though at the moment, I kind of am.
He hesitates, for what I’m sure to him was a millennia, but was barely a noticeable second or two, and whispers, “Yes, please, Doug. Suck my cock!”
Leaning down, I take his cock in hand, and gently pull his foreskin back, to expose the tip, not the full head (even hard, he’s still covered, but his skin is tight). Another drop of pearly pre-cum rests on his head. I flick my tongue out and this time taste it from the tap.
He bucks up, trying to force himself past my lips, but I’ve got a hand on his balls, and another on his shaft and that cock ain’t going anywhere I don’t want it to at this point.
I slide my hand up and down his shaft, watching that skin glide up over the head, then back down, fully revealing his dick head, a tight mushroom cap that sits beautiful and red with excitement above his full shaft. My tongue is at work again, this time lapping around that head, before taking him into my mouth. Just the head at this point. Holding his body firmly in place, I don’t let him move, thrust or pull out.
I slide down his shaft, fully hard he’s almost 8 inches and I can take most of that into my throat (7/7.5 seems to be my max), so I’m nearly to the base. His furry balls cupped in one hand, sliding the other off his cock and tracing up over his sweaty belly onto his chest to tweak his nipples. My mouth rises up off his cock, then back down.
His moan is loud and echoes in the sauna.
I ride his cock with my mouth for a few minutes, then take his hands and place them on my head, and he takes the cue and starts to fuck my mouth. Slowly at first, tentative, unsure then with confidence and a little aggression. He’s fucking my throat.
His pace continues to quicken, and I know he’s close. He tries to push my head off of his cock, as he moans, he’s going to cum but I don’t let him and instead, hold him tightly in my mouth, just his head, as pulse after pulse of his load empties into my waiting mouth.
When I’m sure he’s done, I let him out of my mouth and rise up to kiss him. He turns his head trying to avoid the kiss but I don’t let him and turning his back to me, I kiss him. The remains of his cum still on my lips and tongue, which I make sure to feed him.
After that I sit back on the bench and we catch our breath.
“How was that for you”, I ask – trite I know but you don’t want to scare the “formerly” straight ones away.
“That was amazing,” he says.
“We’ll have to do it again,” I say, “there’s still a lot of room to explore”.
“What about you?” he asks, “are you going to cum too?”
“Not today, next time,” I tell him.
“You’re sure there’s going to be a next time?” he asks.
“Without a doubt” I tell him and gathering up my towel, I leave him there, drained and tasting his own load to think about what just happened.
We had many more encounters, I believe he eventually told Lori, as she stopped talking to me, but his cock didn’t or his ass, so I’m good with that.