Date: Thu, 15 Apr 2004 12:07:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: every_horizon <every_horizon@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Workout Heat, Ch. 2

Workout Heat, Ch. 2
By Northern Light

(Let me know what you think: every_horizon@yahoo.ca)

For a moment the morning before, I thought I had
satisfied my bi-curiosity. But then I realized I had
only started to chip through the ice.

Standing in the showers with Sean, feeling the heat
build around me and inside me, watching his thick cock
glide through his soapy fist as I stroked rhythmically
beside him, had not let me concentrate the rest of the
day, or sleep much that night.

I had watched him as he had watched me. Our bodies
hadn't touched, but the creamy fluid our bodies
produced had, and I could almost still feel his cum
splashing my torso, hand, cock and thigh. I had
wondered what this must be like, and in reality, it
was more fantastic than I ever imagined.

I slept fitfully with the image of his thickness in my
mind, and this without ever having had a good close
look. Now, as I bent naked to pick my jeans up off the
locker-room floor, my face coming within a foot of the
generous erection that jutted toward me, I was getting
that look.

Sean carried a wondrous specimen. I so badly wanted to
feel its heat and texture, but not here. The sauna
offered privacy. Yet I paused as I picked up my jeans,
inhaling his scent deeply. His swollen shaft bobbed,
pointing upward 30 degrees then falling back down
heavily, bouncing, parallel to the floor.

Every bit as appealing were his balls, smooth and
loose. They must have hung three inches down between
his thighs, perfectly proportioned, the right orb
heavier than the left. I felt dizzy and I slowly
stood, taking in the short hair above his shaft, the
fine trail up to his navel and the spreading, light
mat that covered his stomach and chest.

"Nice," he said, and then I saw Sean observing me. I
was semi-erect, at the delicious state when arousal
has set in and the blood is rushing to accommodate it.
"You've got to promise me one thing."

I looked at him, without a word.

"Me first."

I grinned, probably a little flattered that he had
needs to be fulfilled, too.

"My pleasure," I said, knowing full well that it would
be.

We wrapped ourselves haplessly in towels, took the
dozen steps to the sauna, and Sean pulled the door
open and preceded me inside. I pushed it closed.

The room was dimly lit, the soft sound of hissing
steam coming from the bed of rocks in the corner, and
there was a strong scent of cedar. And then I felt
Sean's hand at my waist, pulling away my towel. He
pushed me gently down onto a bench and crouched before
me, his hands on the inside of my knees.

"I've been thinking about this since yesterday," he
said, a little breathless from the steam or the
moment, and then he spread my knees wider apart.

I looked down to him and saw him moving closer, his
eyes wide, his mouth opening. Already I could feel the
beads of sweat on my forehead, and now his fingernails
were lightly scraping my thighs. My cock had swollen
to its full thickness and length, and it pointed up to
my navel, lying fat and hard on my groin.

Sean's hands moved up the inside of my thighs, slowly,
and he gradually turned his palms inward. And then I
felt my balls in his hands, resting there in the damp
heat. He closed his fingers and began to knead me, a
delicate massage that nearly sent me through the roof.

He needed no direction, not that I was capable of
providing any. He was touching me as he probably
touched himself, and now, my first same-sex experience
 suggested to me that another man surely knew what
felt right.

I was transfixed as I looked down at him. I felt my
hands, with a purpose of their own, on his head, my
ass lifting just a little off the bench. My body
language was speaking words my voice couldn't find,
and he understood completely.

Sean's tongue passed between his lips and it dipped
between my balls with agonizing pleasure, gently at
first, then with a little more force. He leaned in and
licked upward, to the base of my cock and up along the
thick, pronounced vein that curled its length. He
stopped just at the ridge of circumcision, licking
from left to right, then wrapped a hand around my
shaft and pulled it  down until it was throbbing
almost angrily at his face.

He looked up at me, smiling, shaking just a little,
and said nothing. But he opened his jaw, and the heat
in the sauna suddenly had nothing on the depths of his
wet mouth, into which my cock slowly disappeared.

(to be continued)