It was raining hard - as it normally does in Scotland - and I felt cold and damp. I glanced at my watch; it was five minutes past noon. I smiled to myself, knowing the sauna opens at 12 sharp and I wouldn't have to hang around waiting for someone to open the door.
I turned the corner and walked up to the large, dark red doors of the sauna. The late-October rain dripped annoyingly inside the collar of my shirt, causing me to shiver.
I pressed the buzzer and waited. I loved that you couldn't just walk in off the street; someone had to approve your entrance to the sauna, which was, of course, for men only.
The door unlocked and I heard a voice from the panel saying 'c'mon in'. Quickly, I pulled the heavy door towards me, opening it and stepping inside.
The lobby always felt warm and, especially today, dry. I wiped rain from my shaved head, flicking my wet hand into the air. I called the elevator. It whirred and hummed, the door sliding open.
I stepped inside and pressed the "1" button to take me upstairs. The door closed and I felt myself being pulled upwards.
The elevator was always dimly lit with a soothing blue light, and I already felt warmer and dryer. My coat, shirt and pants were all wet, and I tutted to myself as I ran my already-wet hand over my soggy clothes. I could even feel from inside my black leather boots that my socks were wet! I scrunched my toes against the wet material, and groaned at the thought of having to put wet socks back on my dry, bare feet after the sauna.
The elevator stopped and the door slid open. I stepped onto the first floor and was greeted by the sauna attendant at the pay desk. His name was Mike. I had seen him several times before but had never actually spoken to him. He was a tall, very muscular man, bearded, shaved head, very good-looking. He was wearing his white vest with the sauna's logo, showing off his very impressive, tattooed arms.
"Afternoon!" he greeted me.
"Hi!" I replied, suddenly aware that I was staring at the shapes of his erect nipples inside his vest. He had very defined pectorals. His nipples were either pierced and stretched to accommodate much heavier jewellery than normal or he had mini cocks where his nipples should be.
"Is it cold in here?" I remarked, motioning to the protuberances on his chest.
He laughed, placing a white towel and locker key onto the counter.
"They're just bigger now that I've put thicker bars in them," he explained, nonchalantly raising his vest to expose his beautiful, rugged torso.
I loved that he referred to his nipples as "them". I unconsciously licked my lips, feeling my cock throb inside my damp underwear as my eyes drifted from his rock-hard abdomen, blanketed underneath a fine layer of dark, masculine hair, upwards to his engorged, erect nipples which proudly displayed on each side a shiny, thick bar of titanium or stainless steel.
"Wow," I gasped. I quickly wiped the drool which had escaped onto my chin. "Hot! Did it hurt to get them to that size?" I placed my money and membership card onto the counter as I spoke.
"It was worth it," he replied. "They feel incredible, not to mention they LOOK fantastic. Don't they?"
I could only nod, swallowing hard. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't fantasising about wrapping my mouth around each of his wonderfully large nipples in turn, sucking each one until we both came.
He let his vest fall downwards again, ending my view of his body.
"I might see you in the steam room later," he said, swiping my card and depositing my money into the till. "I'll show you another piercing you might like!"
I felt a huge pang of arousal. Was he talking about his cock?! Did he have his cock pierced too?!
He just grinned and unlocked the door to the locker room for me.
"Enjoy!"
I nodded and returned the grin, taking a deep breath to counter my elevated pulse.
The locker room was empty apart from one other guy undressing in the corner. I glanced at my key; it was number 38, one of the tall, deep lockers in the back right corner of the room. I put my kit bag on the wooden bench and opened locker 38.
It felt so good to take off my wet coat, my wet shirt and my wet pants. I pulled them from my body and sat them next to me while I reached for my boots. I unlaced each boot and pulled them from my feet. Sure enough, my light blue socks were soaked"
"Goddamn it!" I muttered to myself. My sturdy black leather army boots must've been past their best; I inspected the heavy, rubber soles of each and, sure enough, a large, horizontal crack adorned the sole of each boot. I tossed them angrily into the locker; they thudded against the aluminium walls of the locker, causing the now-naked male to momentarily pay attention to my commotion.
I crossed my legs, peeling the wet sock from first my right foot, then my left. I bundled them together and likewise tossed them inside my locker.
The feel of the changing room floor against my bare feet always felt wonderful. The floor was always clean and bone dry. Plus, this particular flooring was textured which felt incredible against the naked soles of my size 12 feet. I rubbed my toes back and forth against the textured floor; it felt like a mini massage as I savoured each bump and ridge with my toes, soles and heels.
I pulled my underwear down my hairy thighs; my semi-erect cock greeting me. The combination of the sensation of the floor against my bare feet and the images in my head of Mike the desk guy were really turning me on. He had a fabulous body; ultra-masculine and ripped without getting to that overly-inflated bodybuilder look. I had never seen his feet before, but I can always accurately predict what a man's feet will look like by his overall appearance. And I could tell that his were large, masculine, smooth and shapely.
"Hi," a voice from behind me suddenly said as I was locking away the last of my clothes.
I turned around. The man who had been undressing was now stood in front of me, displaying the most impressive hard-on I had ever had the pleasure to behold.
"Hello," I replied, smiling. He, like me, was uncircumcised. His beautiful, erect cock stood proudly at somewhere in the region of seven-and-a-half to eight inches, his foreskin just barely managing to cling onto its purplish-pink, bulbous glans. He was shaved smooth; not a wisp of hair on his body, which, granted, was nowhere near as appealing as that of Mike, but he was toned and athletic with definition in his chest, arms and legs. I guessed he was twenty four, maybe twenty five years old.
My dick now stood at full mast. The young man inspected it with lusty gusto, grinning as he bit his bottom lip.
"Mmmm," he sighed, "that's a beautiful, big cock you have there!"
