I climb the rickety wooden stairs into the sauna room. There is no one inside, but I know that someone is going to follow. Sure enough, after I settle down on one of the benches and release the towel from my waist covering my crotch--and my hard-on--with my legs dangling and spread wide, I hear the steps creak. I know who it is.
When I had entered the common area in the public bath around 30 minutes earlier, there were 6 or 7 men lounging about, each with a towel around his waist. I had gone through the usual steps of taking a shower, soaping myself all over and enjoying the hot spray of water over my body. Then I had re-entered the common room and sat on one of the marble benches, trying to relax. Of course, the men had eyed me as soon as I entered, one youngish guy in particular. I sat across from him and his eyes kept reverting to me. I had started to develop an erection, noticing that he already had one, outlined under the wet towel. That was when I decided on the sauna room.
The door to the sauna room opens, and, yes, this kid enters and climbs on the bench facing me, exactly emulating our positions down in the common room. He still has his erection, and, staring at me, he rubs his crotch. This kid likes me, I think amusingly! What's not to like? I'm 24 years old, slim but with a fit body, flat chest--a light patch of hair in the middle of my chest, trailing down to my navel, then thickening to reach my thick pubes. I wear glasses usually, but in the bath house, especially in the steam and the sauna rooms, they are useless. They always steam over immediately and I am as good as blind. Although without them I miss a lot of details, I can still see the important stuff: the general look of the faces, the body figures, the approximate ages, and, of course, the bulges.
I watch him rub his erection and stare at me, shamelessly. Slowly, I remove the towel. My cock is hard and plastered vertically at my belly, reaching my navel. It's 20 cm (8 inches) long, with a thick, cut, mushroom head. I hear the kid inhale. I sit back, leaning against the wooden wall, my crotch thrust forward, my balls hanging low, and I smile at him without touching myself. My cock is throbbing.
He slides off his bench and loses his towel too. His dick points forward with a pink, glistening head, perhaps 15 cm (6 inches) long. He walks the few steps towards me, and silently grabs my cock. Just like that! He strokes both his dick and mine slowly, still staring at my face. I thrust gently up and down in rhythm with his stroking. Up till now, not a word has passed between us. We are both naked, his hand is stroking my hard cock, our bodies sweating from the heat of the sauna, and we are complete strangers.
After a short while of this, I straighten back and he removes his hand from my dick.
"Hi," I say, with a smirk. "We haven't been introduced, but I guess you are now quite familiar with Junior!"
"Hi," he says as he moves back a step. "Yes, I am already impressed," he adds breathlessly.
I sit cross-legged on the bench and study him carefully now that he is close enough for me to examine. The kid has a smooth body except for his pubic hair. He is a dirty blond, closer to rat-color now that his hair is all wet. I like his build: slim, manly, and not too bad in the crotch department. He erects straight and a little bent to the left. He can't be older than 20 years old, perhaps a year or so younger.
"So," I comment. "You are impressed with Eddie Junior, huh?" I grab my cock and pull it down horizontally so the head points directly at him. "And I'm Eddie Senior. I hope you are impressed, too."
He laughs. "You call him Eddie Junior? Bro, he looks very senior to me!"
I laugh too. "Yours is not too bad either. And your name is?" I inquire.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Raymond. Ray for short."
"Well, hi, Ray." I extend my hand for a shake. He grabs it, both our palms wet and sticky, and we shake. I keep holding his hand and pull him towards me. When he approaches, I put my other hand on the back of his head and pull it closer to my face as I kiss his mouth. He moans deeply and opens his lips. My tongue immediately penetrates his lips and we tongue kiss.
When he pulls away, we are both breathing hard. He climbs on the bench next to me, and leans back against the wall. I reach across and fondle his nipples and smooth chest. He does the same to me, running his fingers around my chest hair patch, slowly working his way down the trail to my pubic hair, around the base of my cock, and onto my hairy balls. I lean over and we kiss again, tongues going wild. I feel his hand around my erection, and I do the same to him. He groans.
The steps up to the sauna room creak. Fuck! Just when things are getting interesting! We immediately separate, move a little away from each other, and grab for our towels to cover our crotches: all in one quick movement. When the door opens, we are innocently relaxing back, sweat covering our bodies: just two regular guys enjoying the heat of the sauna.
A man around 30 years old, I estimate, walks in. He greets us and sits on the bench Ray has just vacated. He leans back, removes his towel, sighs, and closes his eyes. Even without my glasses, I can tell that he is quite fit. Perhaps not as slim as I am, but fit. He is hairy all over, I notice. His pubes are jungle-thick, and his dick lies limp over his hanging balls. He runs his hands over his chest and thighs, massaging the sweat.
Discreetly, Ray slides his hand over and rubs his fingers against my thigh, under the towel. He is impatient and horny! He reaches my groin and grabs my hard cock. I inhale audibly as his sweaty palm encircles my shaft. The man sitting across opens his eyes and apparently notices Ray's hand as he removes it from under my towel.
