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.