Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2009 17:17:42 +0000
From: Anton Eckhoff <anton.eckhoff@googlemail.com>
Subject: Ibo's Sauna Angels

This story really happened; but not to me. This is the story of Ibo's
summer holiday and I am writing it on his behalf. Hope you enjoy it.

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It was the summer of `09 (I guess that doesn't have quite the same ring as
the summer of '69, but it is as good a way to start as any and Bryan Adams
is brill- so props to him).

Ibo went to on Holiday to Croatia. It's funny that he should be telling me
this story now because Radio Scotland was just talking about how fab
holidays in Croatia are, of course, they didn't so much focus on the sexual
element as much as they did the cheap food and lodging. Go figure.

Ibo was a solo holidaymaker, so he spent a lot of time people watching and
his eyes couldn't help but find the beautiful young Russian, German and
Italians boys who were there with their families.

One German boy, Nino, particularly stuck his fancy. Nino was bronzed god,
sent from the heavens to make us mere mortals tremble before his feet. Boys
like Nino are reasons sculptors sculpt and painters paint. He was an
inspiration, a muse to the masses. He was about 175cm and had a perfectly
lean body. He was young, too young to spend his days toiling in a gym
trying to isolate muscle groups or work on trouble areas. Nino was a
natural beauty; his perfect body was the result of years of playing sport,
climbing trees and mucking around with his friends. His eyes were clear and
radiant, they were beacons which drew people to him. His face was angelic,
tanned by the summer sun and accentuated by his broad smile. Ibo didn't see
Nino's parents; but assumed they had accompanied him.

Ibo also noticed a beautiful Italian girl called Giulia. She wore a tight
fitting belly-top which accentuated her B-cups. She was a brunette and her
soft locks hung down around her perfectly formed breasts. She was about
160cm tall and couldn't have been more than 14-years-old. Her skin was
colour of coco beans and glistened in the Croatian sunlight. She was always
with her parents, who seemed like lovely people, but there was something
mysterious about her. She had a cheeky smile, but her beauty was over
powering.

Used to the crowded saunas in Turkey, it was Ibo's custom to take advantage
of the sauna whist on holiday. He enjoyed the feeling on the heat on his
body and relished in the decadence of nightly sauna visits before supper.
He often found himself alone in the sauna; but on this night, it was
different.

The florescent lights flickered above his head as we walked through the
corridors. Elegant wood panelling ran the length of the long hallways and
he could feel the cold tile floor beneath his large feet.

When he reached the locker room he opened a large wooden cabinet and began
to take his clothes off. He took off his shirt and hung it on the large
brass hook inside and then removed his trousers and neatly folded them,
putting them on the clean mahogany shelf. He took off his pants and placed
them on top of his trousers. He turning around and began to search the
empty locker room for a towel. In his search, he came across a full length
mirror and he could not help but admire his body in the reflecting surface.

Ibo stood at about 185cm and his body was toned from years of athletic
endeavours. Ibo was 25, but his life had been spent in sport. He enjoyed
skiing, swimming and cycling and every moment of physical exertion was seen
on his sculpted physique. It isn't often that Ibo had the opportunity to
look at his naked body in a mirror of this size, and he relished in it. He
legs were like thick coils of ropes tightly wound around massive Greek
columns. His waist was small, accentuated by deep creases of muscle which
directed the eye to his tremendous penis. It hung limp and swing like the
pendulum of a grand father clock. He kept his pubic hair trimmed like a
perfectly manicured lawn. But it has his chest that he was most proud
of. Bereft of hair, it was well defined and impressive. No one could count
the number of chest presses and pull ups he had done to tone his chest,
which shown in the perfectly lit locker room. His skin was alabaster and
almost had a radiance of his own. His shoulders were broad making him a
natural athlete who dominated in every sport he tried. His eyes were a
vibrant green and were brilliantly juxtaposed with his black hear which
fell in slightly curved locks around his chiselled face.

After spending a few moments observing the beauty of his own reflecting,
Ibo found a stack of white fluffy towels and we wrapped one around his
waist. The thick terrycloth rubbed against his hairless scrotum and gently
stimulated his bell-end. He began to walk down the corridor to the sauna
when the beautiful ringing of laughter filled the air. He looked further
down the hallway and saw two towels and two thongs by the door to the hot
sauna. Like the Sirens's song, the sweet notes of laughter called to Ibo.

He couldn't see inside the sauna, the translucent door was covered in a
thick steam arising from the heat within. Ibo hung his towel next to the
other two and slowly walked into the hot room, allowing his body to adjust
to the scorching heat that radiated from the walls. The hot air stung his
eyes, but as they adjusted he saw them, sitting next to each other: his two
pigeons.

Nino and Giulia shared a secreted expression and averted their eyes as
Ibo's massive muscular legs propelled him to the top shelf on the sauna.
From there, he had an impressive view of the two sitting on the middle
shelf.

They both wore their swimming costumes, but still looked beautiful and
radiant even with the steam and heat of the scorching sauna. Beads of sweat
trickled down their tight bodies, but it is not fair to say the two were
sweating. Horses sweat; these two were glistening. Their damp bodies shone
with a beautiful splendour and the moisture made their slick bodies better
defined.

Nino, nonchalantly, cast his angelic blue eyes up to Ibo and examined his
body piece by piece. He didn't want to draw any extra attention to his
examination; his eyes quickly darted back and forth looking at Ibo's
muscular body; taking it in one inch at a time.

Sweat continued to glisten over Nino's tightly stretched muscles. It slowly
ran down the perfect curvature of his spine. Nino's corn coloured locks
stuck to his head and were darkened from the damp air and the sweat which
held them close to his face.

After about ten minutes, the two left the sauna and went to the showers.
Ibo followed them, hoping to see either of the two angles nude.

The cold air of the hallway filled Ibo's lungs. It felt like long knives
were sliding down his oesophagus. The pure white tile stung at his feet as
he made his way into the showers where Nino and Giulia stood at opposite
ends, the warm soothing water danced across their bodies. Neither
acknowledged the other, the two just stood allowing the clear water to
cleanse their sweaty bodies.

They kept their costumes on, neither exposing their genitals to the warm
water. After turning off the water, the two both dried their bodies with
the warm fluffy towels and retreated whereabouts unknown.

Ibo finished his own shower and vowed to come back the following day.

The next day Ibo saw the pair together again, but there was no evidence of
intimacy, so clear sign of profound connection. That night Ibo made his way
down the well lit hallway and towards the sauna. The florescent lights
flickered over his head as we walked down the twisting corridor.

Standing besides the translucent glass door were a pair or towels and
thongs that had become quite familiar to Ibo. With his right hand he
grasped the cold metal handle and taking a deep breath, slowly walked into
the small wooden room. Nino and Giulia were sitting side by side on the
middle plank basking in aura of empyreal radiance.

Nude, their hands were intertwined in an intimate embrace. They both smiled
with almost clairvoyant understanding as Ibo walked by and positioned
himself on the top level, looking down at the majestic pair.

Their bronzed bodies glistened in the heat of the sauna, sweat highlighting
the defined divine curvatures of their perfectly cultivated muscles. It was
like looking down upon two marble statues.

Ibo noticed that Nino had shaved his pubic hair. He has come to notice that
this is the custom amongst German men. His penis sat limp upon two,
perfectly round, bollocks. Then, whist Ibo examined Nino's physique,
something happened. As if by magic, or perhaps divine intervention, Nino's
penis began to move. Slowly it inflated gaining mass and proportion.
Steadily it continued its rise, not becoming fully erect like a stone
obelisk; but more like a python preparing to attack its pray.

Discreetly, Nino looked up at Ibo and noticing Ibo's stiffening member,
smiled.

Nino's stiffening cock did not go unnoticed by Giulia, but she did not have
a visual reaction either. She simply looked down at Nino's perfectly
proportioned penis and examined it like an arachnologist would look at and
admire a rare and brightly coloured spider.

After about 10 minutes, the pair left the sauna with Nino's python leading
the way. Ibo watched with profound curiosity as two showered and leathered
their angelic bodies in liquid soap. They stood at opposite ends of the
shower, separated; but only spacially. Gialia was unabashed in her
examination of Nino as he moved his soap clad hands up and down his
semi-erect shaft. Carefully, he retracted back his foreskin and washed the
bell-end underneath. Gently, he grasped his testicles and cleaned them
thoroughly.

His legs were long and rippled with his tight muscles. He had a thin rope
tried around his right ankle. Ibo hadn't noticed it before. It was a dark
shade of blue and only loose enough not to cut off the circulation to his
foot.

His feet were large for a boy his age. Ibo could see the thick tendons that
controlled his long, narrow toes. In some ways, his legs looked skinny and
thin; but as the water ran down the grooves and channels formed by his
muscles, it was clear that these were the legs of an athletic adolescent
who spent his days playing sport and hiking in the mountains. Nino could
climb any summit and swim across any ocean.

After they were perfectly clean, the two dried off their bodies with the
towels. The pure white of the cotton terrycloth stood in stark contrast to
their dark bronze coloured skin. The two paid close attention to their
bodies as briskly moved the towels over them. The looked down, examining
their perfectly physiques to ensure that they were completely dry. Finally,
they wrapped the towels around their thin waists and left the locker
room. Again, they left Ibo alone and with only his vivid memory to provide
nourishment.

The next day Ibo returned to the famed sauna; but there was only one pair
of thongs outside the heavy glass door. Gutted, Ibo opened the door and
stepped inside.

There, sitting on the middle shelf, was Nino. His legs were spread and Ibo
had a direct view of his soft penis, which hung over his testicles like
banana perfectly arranged over two apples. Ibo sat next to Nino.

"Wo ist Ihre Freundin? " Ibo said, inquiring where Giulia had gone.

"Sie ist zurück nach Italien gegangen", Nino answered telling Ibo that
she had gone home.

"Das ist eine Schande", Ibo said giving his condolences.

"Na ja".

"Mit wem sind Sie hier"? Ibo said, asking whom Nino was on holiday with.

"Meine Eltern". Nino answered with the kind of tone teenage boys usually
have when referring to their parents.

Ibo and Nino did not exchange any other words, but continued to stare at
each other- probing one and other with their inquisitive eyes.

Nino's erection began to grow before Ibo's eyes. It thickened and stiffened
reaching about 14 or 15 cm. Nino's penis was perfectly proportioned. The
bell-end had a purplish hue and the stiff shaft was the same bronze colour
as the rest of his unblemished skin. Nino's erection caused a similar
reaction in Ibo and the two sat in the hot sauna staring at each other's
nude bodies.

Ibo's eyes were drawn to the beautiful contours of Nino's thighs and the
way his thick shaft stood up from them, raising to the sky like a flagpole
sticking out of the earth. Nino's penis was so hard it began to throb and,
perhaps it was the steam that caused the light to play off of the stiff
rod; but it looked this pre-cum had begun to leak out and drip down the
steel-like shaft.

"Es ist mächtig heiß", Ibo said meaning to imply that it was more than
just that sauna's temperature that had gotten hot.

Ibo walked to the shower, followed by Nino. Neither's penises had subsisted
in the least and were both still standing before the men like wooden beams.

The two watched each other lather their hard bodies in the warm water. The
water bounced off Nino like in a cascade. It looked like a brook twinking
down his muscles.

They both stopped the water's flow and stood beside each other as they
wiped their bodies in the white terrycloth. They never broke eye contact.

Nino used the white cloth to dry his hair, exposing the whole of his naked
body to Ibo. His muscles flexed and twisted as the towel ran over his
hair. Then Nino used it to dry the rest of his body. Oddly, the most erotic
time was when Nino dryed his gentiles. Ibo couldn't see Nino's penis, but
what he observed was the twisting of his torso, which accentuated his
developed abs. The muscles formed deep contours across his chest.

His broad shoulders led to muscular arms which flexed with each sharp
movement of the towel. His biceps were flawless and rippled in a seamless
manner. His pecs, too, were perfectly defined in this position. They was a
distinct cleavage between the two and her obliques were so deep, it looked
like Ibo could have placed a finger in each groove. His hair was perfectly
tousled, still damp for the shower. Nino was an absolute vision, Adonis
standing before Ibo.

When Nino finished drying his body he smiled at Ibo, he smiled in return.

"Ciao", Ibo said, bidding Nino farewell.

"Tschüss", Nino replied.

Ibo left the next day, but took with him vivid memories of the two angles
he met that summer in Croatia. They were images that would forever be
engrained in his memory and on cold nights, his thoughts would return to
Nino and Giulia and the memory would wrap around him, like the warmth of
the hot sauna.