On the way back from a long weekend in the mountains, I stopped at sauna. It was set back from the highway, some five miles, behind a 12 foot wooden fence. During the days you could stop there, pay five bucks and sunbathe in the nude. The last time I had been there, five or six men were cast on the lawn like fallen angels on dissemble checkerboard squares. I stayed for a half hour, slipped off my clothes and read part of a novel. Some men would go into the sauna, a long rectangular building made of pine, gray and aging as old barns.
Not many men were in the yard, six or seven. I stood at the gate and surveyed the prospects. Near the back of the yard, adjacent to a tree whose leaves cast a jagged shadow, a man who appeared to be tall-maybe six three-laid on his back, giving himself the sun. I decided to put my blanket near his. He looked comfortable with his nudity. With no much body hair and with long lanky legs, with his cock draped on his left thigh, he invited closer inspection.
As I put down my blanket, he startled and sat up on one elbow.
"Hi," he said. "I am Peter."
"Hi," I replied, " I am Jason."
He stared at me. Dressed in blue shorts and a white T-shirt, I probably looked like an average guy, trim because I do yoga every day which keeps me well toned. I slipped off my pants and underpants and then pulled off my shirt.
"Nice to have place like this," I smiled.
"Yea, it is. Nothing better than being nude."
Taking our some lotion, I asked, "Do you mine doing the service?" extending the bottle to him.
"Not at all," he replied.
I sat on my blanket and he scooted over to me. He put the lotion between his hands and then rubbed it across my back and neck, massaging me as he did. I moaned.
He pressed on my shoulder, "Turn around."
I did as he told me. He smeared the lotion on chest and belly, circling close to my loins.
"Now stand up," he instructed me.
I stood and he took his hands and encircled my legs, coiling up and down first my right and then my left leg.
I looked down at him. I could see that he had begun to be aroused and by then I too had the ember of a hard on, my penis swelling. He took his oily hand and stroked first with one hand and then another my cock which wasted no time in becoming fully erect. Over his shoulder I could see several of the men, mostly young, which surprised me, gazing at us.
"Sit down," he cautioned me. "We should be good boys. You are not supposed to do it outside."
"Who are those other guys? I wanted to find out who our audience was.
"Oh, they are boys-young men really-visiting from out of the area. Young nudist. Too young for me, if you know what I mean."
"Yea, all hormones and no depth," I laughed.
I got down on my knees and then sat sideward, my body blocking him as he laid out next to me.
I reached over to stroke his cock. The pre-cum and leaked from his glans so I could easily stroke him. His dark eyes squinted. His dark eyebrows compressed and he murmured. His hand was stroking me lightly. No one could see anything except, perhaps, my arm moving. We talked with one another for a half hour. I found out that he came here each Thursday but had never met a man who he wanted to do anything. He ran a organic farm. He loved working with his hands. His swarthy complexion and trim body befit his work life. His hand enveloped my cock and I felt the stem fill with sperm.
"I am close to ejaculating," I whispered.
"Me too," he confessed, pulling his cock back from my hand. "Let's go into the sauna. I hear they have room we can use."
He picked up the blanket, dangling it over his body so that his erection could not be seen. I cobbled up our clothes and followed him.
Inside the sauna, we went into room 4 which was warm.. There were two benches. But on was a soft mat.
His arms slipped around me and we kissed. His tongue glided like it knew where to find the center of my heart.
Between us, our engorged cocks sung a lovely melody of lust, playing on the strings of desire. When he finally asked if I wanted to lie down, I told him, "Yes, yes," and we laid on the mat. He told me that he once had a partner but had not been with someone for years. Oddly enough I had been in the same fix-never finding anyone.
"Before we do anything..."he started to say.
"No, I have my tests too," I put my finger on his lips.
We got out our wallets and shared the tests, negative.
He looked at me, now softer than he was and I leaned back.
His fingers snuck inside me, wet and long yet gentle. His knees between my legs, he sat up and I leaned back,
the pre-cum dribbling from my cock dribbling on my belly.
"This feel okay," he inquired, his head tilted as one checking a gauge. It was a gauge of sorts. One of anticipation.
"Fine," I took him by the shoulders, leaning up to greet him and kissed him deeply.
His cock entered slowly, negotiating its way as I lifted my hips. Once inside he rested on me. I could feel his cock pulse.
"Now," he groaned.
His cock slid back and forth, his eyes widened, his breath changed, the exhales increased and he began to yelp, a deep throated "Ahhh," and slowly as his pace increase he grabbed me by the shoulders, pulled me to him, his arms pressing me to him, his mouth open, his hips spasmodically jerking, the length of him going deeper into me, the sweat of our bodies drenching off of us and then his neck drew up and he stared in my eyes, "There, there," and I felt him ejaculate, the sperm gushing out in waves. There seemed no end to them. His mouth covered mine, his tongue taut and driven deep in my throat.
After several minutes I felt his cock becoming soft and put my legs around his hips, pressing him into me. He leaned up on his elbows. The sweat made our bodies liquid.
"Tell me more about yourself," he asked.
I told him about my inward journey, living as I had for 6 years by the river, spending my days drawing and my evening writing. He listened and caressed my scalp, running his fingers through my hair. I had let my legs go slack on his, keeping him in me. The smell of semen filled the room, one that had always excited me.
I remember picking one of my friend, Mike, who told me to get him at ten. When I drove up to the house, the front door was open and a frail light was on in the living room. It was hot, mid-summer. I parked down the driveway and walked up to the door. I could hear groaning but not see anything. Then I saw the face of my friend appear from the darkness. First the teeth of his smile, then his eyes, then his rump which was heaving up and down and finally the long blond hair of Suzie, her arms around him. I could hear the slosh of his body against here body and then her cry, "Oh god, god, god," and his "I shooting," and his hips shuddered and he grabbed her.
Afterward, as I drove him home-it had chilled by then because they asked me in and I sat in a recliner as they slowly dressed---he kept the windows closed and I smelled the musty, thick smell of his semen and became aroused. He looked over at me as I drove. I was wearing tight shorts and my erection had distorted the front of my shorts.
"What you got there, Jason?" he asked.
"Nothing," I responded, trying to press my legs together.
He would have nothing of denial.
"Like what you saw?" he laughed. Then he startled me. He put his hand on my erection.
"Nice."
As I drove home, the silent roads winding from one valley to another, he unzipped my shorts, helped me lift my hips and slide them off. He took off he pants too, lubricated his cock with spittle and told me to drive slowly. He took my right hand and put it on his cock.
"Rub it slowly.
I did as he asked, my hand moving up and down a long thick shaft.
He placed his hand, already slick on my cock and told me to keep driving steady.
We drove though town to the edge of a lake and then followed the road around the lake. About half way around, his pace increased and I increased mine.
"Yes, yes," he said, almost manically. "God, yes, yes," his hips rising off the seat.
He turned to me and put his other hand on my chest and leaned over, his mouth on my cock.
I said, "I am going to. . ."
But he held onto me as my foot pressed on the accelerator and I took a turn screeching and spurted into his mouth. He held onto me as I came. When he lifted his head, he told me to pull over on the side of the road. I did. He took my head and I took his cock into my mouth, almost instinctively. His hips rose and I felt the strangely soft yet hard flesh lengthen and a salty essence cascaded into my mouth.
All the way home, the smell of our sperm permeated the car. It was the same smell that I had in that sauna, dense and pervasive.
Peter said, "Did I lose you?"
I shook my head and pulled his closer.
"Where did you go?" he asked.
I told him the whole story. Mid-way though the story I felt his hips twitch and then his cock. He straighten his back and moved back slightly. His cock became hard and longer. I felt his move back to accommodate the change. His breathing changed again and his hips pressed inward. His cock seemed to lengthen by the second. I felt the sperm lubricating us, the smell heighten. His hips slowly rose and fell, his hand took hold of my cock, his mouth took it gently and soon as he pressed further into me, I pressed up into his mouth. By inches, he drove deeper into me, the tip of his glans tumescent, thick, pressing into me, widening and I felt my cock blossoming into his mouth. Our hips were perfectly time, back and forth, me up into him, his down into me, the slurping as I remember it with my friend, and soon our frenzy became intolerable, and I felt a huge gush of sperm burst into me as I erupted into his mouth, first him, then me, one orgasm after another, my seed filling his mouth so much the sperm slobbered down the sides of my shaft and his sperm mixing with the sperm in me, firing us up, not calming us down as we cried out, "ahhh, god, god, yes, yes yes yes," and with all our commotion neither of us saw the young men enter the sauna. As we kissed and embraced, I could feel that this time his cock had kept his hardness as had mine. We pressed into one another.
Then I looked over his shoulder and four men, maybe in their mid-twenties, stood looking at us.
"We couldn't help it," a tall lad said. His brown hair, nearly shoulder length, glistened and he had his hand on a lovely uncircumcised cock that was not his own: it was the other lad, shorter, slimmer, who smiled at us. The third had already come by us and was rubbing his hand over the sweaty back of Peter. I did not know what to do but the sight of them aroused me and instinctively I thrust into Peter's mouth. Peter sucked on me and held my cock with his hand, rubbing it as he turned and appraised the three boys.
"Nice," and then with a vigor I did not expect began to shove his cock in and out of me. I took hold of the lad nearest me and rubbed it. It was short and thick and slick. He came closer. The two other lads stepped and sat on the bench over us. Peter took the uncircumcised cock in his hand and frigged him. The lad groaned. Within a few minutes it was hard to tell who was touching whom. There were hands on my buttocks, hands on my face, there was a fingers in my mouth, and mostly Peter thrusting into me, seemingly larger and firmer than before, and I felt as if my cock went on forever, a pure extension of myself into love, and one lad cried out, "yes, yes," and another did the same and I felt Peter extend his hips back and into me firmly as another boy whose cock was in my hand shouted, "God, there, there, there," and as I felt the long fierce current of Peter ignite into an explosion of sperm, I felt the lad in my hand press and the sperm splash over me, and looked up as Peter, holding onto the boy with the uncircumcised cock, was milking him, long ropes of sperm coming out into Peter's mouth and the third boy leaned toward me and I took the head of his cock and felt his sperm spill out in synchronized releases. When he pulled back, Peter and I kissed, tasting the fresh semen, its dripping down our checks.
After resting and Peter gently pulling his wet cock from me, we chatted with the boys. Two of them were still hard so we sat them between us and jerked them off. The semen came out in steady streams over their glans and the third boy drank it up as if it were candy. When we returned to the blankets, we were soaked in sperm which we let dry on us, the smell a natural aphrodisiac. We made love several more times. We meet often at the sauna, at each other's houses.
We may have lost contact with others for those years but we have found one another.