Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 15:00:09 -0800 (PST)
From: niftystoryteller <niftystoryteller@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sauna Heat

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
materials, or if reading this sort of material is illegal in your
jurisdiction, then read no further.  If you have any feedback or would like
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	"You can go ahead and take care of that, if you want to," I said,
eyeing the conspicuous hard-on that my sauna mate was not really trying to
hide with his towel.

	"I would, but the light's on," he said, referring to the single
bulb that illuminated the dry, wooden box.

	"Do you want me to turn it off?"

	"Sure."

	I got up and went outside to turn the light off, thereby affording
us some privacy from anyone who might happen into the shower area.

	I had been keeping this guy in my sights for weeks.  We were both
part of the early morning workout crowd, and we frequently found ourselves
in the dry sauna at the same time.  Without a doubt, I enjoyed the view.
His compact body was very smooth and defined, and his muscles and rippled
stomach were a testament to his willingness to put in the hours at the gym.
Although his short cropped, gray hair suggested that he might be just on
the other side of forty, his physical appearance definitely argued
otherwise.

	I had suspected for a while that he was interested in finding a
post-workout playmate.  Every time it was just the two of us in the sauna,
he'd alternate between reading his newspaper and shooting pretty obvious
glances over at me while too casually adjusting his towel.  I didn't go out
of my way to encourage him, though I'd occasionally shoot a look his way.
For me, the tease was really plenty.

	For some reason, though, on that particular morning I impulsively
issued an invitation.  When I came back into the sauna after turning out
the light, I saw that he had situated himself on the top bench, where he
could keep an eye on the window, to see if anyone was coming.  As I
entered, he pulled his towel aside and spread his legs wide, revealing a
very hard, circumcised dick.

	"Come on, sit over here," he said, motioning to the spot next to
him.

	Scooting up next to him, I reached out and grabbed the thick,
six-inch-long organ.  It felt like it was made out of stone.  I stroked it
a couple of times, and he raised his butt up and off the wooden bench,
bringing my hand into contact with his flat stomach and cropped, raspy
pubic hair.  Realizing I needed some lubrication to do justice to the job,
I brought my hand up to my mouth and coated it with saliva.  Breathing
deeply, I could smell the musky scent of his cock on my fingers.

	Once again grasping him, I gave him five or six slippery strokes
before he let out a deep, growling groan and grabbed my hand.  Spurts of
milky white semen dribbled over my fingers and across his rippled stomach.
At that moment, through the sauna's window, we both saw someone come into
the shower area.  I pulled my hand away and let him cover himself.

	"Man, sorry," he said, apparently referring to his rather short
fuse.  "It's just kind of exciting, the danger that someone's going to walk
in."

	"Well, I have to tell you, I've never done anything like this
before," I confessed, grinning somewhat sheepishly.

	"I haven't here, either," he replied.  "Too many people from my job
work out here."

	We were silent for a moment.  "Well, I guess I'd better get going,"
I said.  Reaching over, I tweaked his nipple and winked at him.  "Have a
great day."

	At least I had done my best to give it a good start.