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There's a lot that goes on at a gay sauna to get steamed up about! I don't mind a good soak now and then, specially if it is with someone like Roderick. The guy is to me an Adonis really. He works out and has nice rippling muscles. Suits his build too as he's about 6 foot and solid from top to bottom. Me on the other hand, well I am not one to show off in public. Have a wee bit of a paunch and certainly no rippling muscles to show off so going to Roderick's Sauna Club was a bit intimidating to me. I mean he said we'd work out for a bit then have a hot sauna and a nice soak in the big hot tub they had. Well that had me a bit nervous as well, Roderick was the type who made me rather hard. Now swimsuits just aren't exactly notorious for keeping your anatomy from showing its status of arousal. And I was generally always hard around him, and with him in shorts, I mean come on, a guy can only have so much control. The gay sauna club was one of those that catered to the 30 something group and I didn't know what to make of it, but a few minutes trying to not look the total buffoon solved my worry about showing a hard on, least until that part was over. Then it was off to the hot tub where I got the surprise of my life. Seems only nude bathing was allowed. Roderick gave me the drill though which sort of helped. Still I was a bit petrified as I went into the locker room, wrapped the bulky towel around my middle and slid my shorts off. Course good old Roddy was doing the same and clad in nothing now but our white institutional type towels, we padded off into the hot tub room. Seems that it was a rather long narrow affair and fortunately there weren't that many others there. I would have preferred no one else, but least they were off to the far end and middle. We managed to get in and I had to say, I was as stiff as a board at that moment. I couldn't help notice how Roderick's eyes went wide as he caught a brief glimpse of my stiff penis before the bubbling water managed to cover it for me. When I say it was narrow, I wasn't joking. It was like a long trench really with comfortable seats on either side so you could look across at the person. The legs were a bit entwined too and I didn't think much about that at the beginning. It was just trying to hide my embarrassment and hoped no one else caught a look at my hard on. I mean the guys in the middle seemed engaged in conversation as they briefly glanced our way but other than that, no one seemed to notice. A man in tight white t-shirt and black pants brought us each a tall glass of white wine and a small tray of crackers with some cheese to the side. Rather posh I thought as Roderick was all smiles. I began to relax while sipping on a rather nice chilled glass of wine when I felt the strange touch against my outstretched leg. I looked over at Roddy, who was sipping the wine but staring right at me. I could feel the touch of his foot as he gently pushed my own leg off to one side, then he began to run the leg along the inner side, bringing it right up to where suddenly I could feel his toes tickling the base of my cock. Talk about a sudden adrenalin rush and as well as a sudden rise in the old ticker. Shit, the guy was playing with my blood thickened dick among the hot bubbling water with three guys not more than four feet away. I bit my lower lip as his toes prodded my dick and then down to my balls. It was rather exciting then some guy coughed and begged our pardon. I glanced up to see this rather pudgy type guy who wanted to pass thru, and Roderick leaned backwards, his leg and foot gone from my groin as the man passed on down towards the other group of men. I wondered if he had noticed just where Roddy's legs had been but before I could ask, I found Roddy sitting next to me, chatting about some football match. It was as if nothing had happened which confused me as the other's merely ignored our chatter. That was fine with me as I sipped on the wine a bit and munched on a piece of cracker with some stilton on it. Roderick leaned over to grab one himself but as he moved back, the hand closest to me suddenly was on my thigh, then gradually moving across to my groin. It was in his grip before I could swallow the cracker. I almost choked but he just kept talking about the damn football match. Seriously, he kept talking and stroking my hard dick at the same time. I have never felt so confused or aroused either. The glint in his eyes told me a lot more than his voice as I more or less managed a few incoherent agreements. His hand was amazing. The hot water, the bubbles rising up from beneath my arse and feet were simply unreal. The way he would stroke me and not make a single splash or sound. No way could anyone notice that he was giving me the best damn hand job ever. I couldn't control the rush of blood that combined with the wine was making me a bit giddy. It obviously wasn't his first time doing this here as he laughed and shook his head but damn it I couldn't help myself. My own hand had found its way to his dick. Felt rather nice to wrap my fingers around his own hardened piece of manhood too. Talk about a rather unique way of discussing football but I will never forget that time in the hot tub. Those other's never had a clue, or at least I didn't think so. Course the two at the far end might have been doing the same thing, though I couldn't be certain. It was hard enough for me to keep my face from showing the raging emotions that his touch was making me feel. The heat and wine did their thing and I didn't even think about it, but I am kind of glad they put chlorine in the water. Hate to think about my cum being, well. Now on to the sauna! Check out these other great sections within the site Hot & steamy and that's not just the sauna! |
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