Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2013 09:53:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Anthony Palazzo <apalazzo198@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Silent Communication of Lust

Sitting in the sauna I noticed the not unfamiliar smell of sex in the
air. I looked around casually at the other occupants.  A big, muscular man
of about 40 years was lounging on the side bench, nude, legs outstretched,
knees bent, and hands cupping his genitals.  He had no hair anywhere on his
body, except for a small neatly trimmed patch of pubes.  His head, which
was completely shaved, was well formed with broad flat surfaces to his face
and jaw often seen in people of Eastern European background. I began to
think of him as The Muscular Slav.  The Slav's eyes were half closed but he
seemed nevertheless to be alert and very much in the moment.

On the farthest right side of the bench that I was seated on, sat a young,
dark skinned man.  Early twenties, almost certainly Latino.  His thick
shiny black hair fell wetly over his forehead, his handsome face gazing at
the emptiness in front of him.  He had a small smile and a contented,
pleased and confident look about him.

            Also in the sauna were two youngish men, in their late twenties
or early thirties, talking animatedly about their workout routines, which
they had apparently just completed.  They wore trunks and one had a
disposable razor, which he was using lazily and haphazardly on his sweat
slicked neck and face.

            It was after the two trunk-wearing friends left the sauna for
the showers that things began to pick up.  We remaining three began to look
at each other a bit more intently.  The Slav brushed his dick with his
hand.  I followed suit. The young Latino stood up and walked toward the
Slav, unmistakably staring at his cock.  Looks were exchanged; bodies
displayed, but no further action ensued.  Thinking that my presence might
be interfering with the lack of progress here, I decided to leave the room.
I went to the showers and cooled off.

            When I returned to the sauna a few minutes later, I clearly had
interrupted something.  Quick movements as I entered suggested that these
two had been playing and had separated moments before. When they recognized
me and as I openly groped myself to reassure them, my assumption proved
true.  The Latino re-approached the Slav and turning his back to him
presented the most enticing brown ass.  The hairless older man grabbed the
younger man by his haunches and quite easily entered (reentered?) him. The
face of the young dark man was a study in ecstasy.  He moved on his
muscular fucker's cock with determination and lust. I could tell because he
was hard himself, very often not the case with guys in the passive role.
To my surprise the young man getting fucked motioned me closer to him.  I
happily complied and he began jerking me off, continuing to grimace and
grunt from the enthusiastic butt fucking he was receiving.  We three
continued happily in much the same way for the next several minutes.  Since
I am skittish about anonymous sex, when the young man tried to pull me
closer to suck me, I broke away and again left the sauna.

            This time in the shower I was soon to have a surprise.  The
small shower area has four shower heads lined up quite closely together.
The last one is partitioned off with a bench and hand held shower, but the
other three are open.  I was at number three, next to and on the outside of
the partition, when the muscular fucker took the shower next to mine.

After some soapy preliminaries, he turned his hairless, muscular ass to me
and rubbed it against me.  I accepted the invitation and began to caress it
and getting bolder, began to run my finger and then my dick along the
crack.  Since he was a bit taller he needed to hunch over to accomplish
this, which he seemed happy to do.  What was I doing ?!  This gym is not a
gay sauna, but rather a large gym and spa, part of a well-known national
chain.  True, it was unusually quiet this day, partly because of the time
of day and partly due to inclement weather. But it seemed I could not help
myself.  The usually cautious person that I am was soon thrusting my middle
finger up the bunghole of this very attractive man, probably a
bodybuilder. He bent over to accept it, and then after a short while
briefly disentangled in order to soap up his hole to help me out further.
Rising to the occasion, I threaded my middle and my index fingers into one
faux phallus, and gently at first, inserted two fingers up his anxious ass.
It slipped in fairly easily and we both seemed to enjoy the next several
moments of this artificial fuck.

Knowing that it was dangerous to continue this type of thing too long, I
withdrew my fingers, slapped the Slav on his butt lightly, shut off the
water and returned to the sauna.  The young Latino was lying on his back on
the top shelf of the same bench where we had first met. He looked up at me
with a glance of disinterest as I approached, probably annoyed that me, an
ordinary looking older guy, had had the gall to turn down his earlier
unspoken offer of a blowjob.  I didn't blame him.  Many would have jumped
at the opportunity and I was truly flattered by the gesture.  But how to
express that silently in a sauna?  I gingerly reached to touch his
glistening body.  He did not turn away.  I slowly caressed his body- his
chest, his legs. His nice brown dick began to get hard again, and up close
I noticed something odd about it.  The head of it, which was a bright pink,
had an odd dark pattern, like an exotic flower on it.

Not a tattoo; just a natural discoloration I suppose. Interesting. I played
with his dick for a minute or two and then returned to generally massaging
his entire torso.  Now, with his dick at full staff, he sat up and then
stood.  Only slightly taller than I, he turned around, bent his knees a
little and reached for my erect cock.  I allowed him to play with it, but
when he pulled me toward his waiting asshole, I gently pulled away, and
this time left the sauna for the last time.  Before leaving I patted his
beautiful butt, and would have liked to kiss him, but I knew it wasn't
kissing this boy was after.