As I sat in the sauna at the gym and felt the sweat begin to pour out of me, I tried my best to keep my eyes closed, or at least not stare straight ahead at the man who was sitting across from me, but I wasn't doing a good job of it.
Maybe if the man kept his towel around himself like I did, it would have been easier not to look, although in my 18th summer of living I was finding myself rather insatiable as far as men went.
The man across the way - I had no idea who he was - although I had seen him in the gym a few times. He was probably out enough to be my father and looked like he might be of Greek or Italian heritage, judging by his olive hued skin and his hairy body, the black fur generously coating his lower legs along with a nice pelt on his chest.
The hirsute body alone was enough reason for me to keep my towel firmly clenched around my waist, because looking at this guy for a couple of minutes had given me a raging hard on, but the way he was casually sitting there with his thighs apart, giving me an unobstructed view of his privates, was making my head spin.
Maybe that was due to the heat of the room, since this was my first time in the sauna, but I didn't think so. I was sitting on the bench, like I thought I was supposed to, with my feet on the floor, but the man across the way was sitting up on a ledge, using the bench as a footrest, putting me at eye-level with his cock as it hung lazily between his hairy thighs.
That was a cock I would love to have, I recall thinking as I tried not to stare at the flaccid bronze tube. Bigger than mine - as if they all weren't - but not outrageously big, and surrounded by a wild jungle of jet black hair, with a meaty pair of balls hanging low and loose.
I would love to be able to sit like that, instead of covering up as I always did. Of course, only part of the reason I was modest was because of my little dick. The more pressing reason for hiding my package was because I had an erection, a condition I often found myself in.
No matter whether it was a locker room or a shower, and now a sauna, the sight of naked men did it to me every time, even normal guys like the man a couple of feet across from me, and if he knew what thoughts were going through my mind he would probably kill me.
A married guy, I guessed judging my the gold band that should out on his hairy ring finger, and as I tried not to look at that beautiful bronze uncut cock I couldn't help being jealous of the lucky lady he would be bringing that manhood home to.
The fact that he was a few pounds overweight, his scalp was thinning and he had a large nose - none of that mattered to me. He was hairy and well hung, and to my oversexed teen-aged thought process that was all that mattered.
"You come here a lot."
The man's voice startled me, and when I looked up from what I was staring at it was obvious that the stranger was well aware of what I had being looking at, although he made no effort to conceal himself.
"Uh - never been in a sauna before," I mumbled.
"No, I meant the gym," he said. "I see you here I lot. I remember a few months ago you were a chubby kid, but now look at you. All muscles. My name's Tony."
The man got up and took a step toward me, extending his hand, and I shook it while trying not to look at his cock as it swung around with his movements.
"Tim," I said as an introduction, and when the guy hopped back up on the ledge I couldn't help noticing that his cock had gotten longer, with his foreskin sliding down a bit and exposing the tip of his purplish glans.
That's not helping, I thought to myself as I felt the man's eyes on me, with him probably amused that I found him so stare-worthy.
"Must be nice to have muscles like that," Tony said. "I bet the girls fall over you. I know my wife would."
"Uh, not really," I mumbled, and that was true as far as the ladies went, although I had stopped trying as far as that gender went.
"You're easy on the eyes," Tony said, and I shrugged, but I did a double take when I saw that his cock had gotten even longer, and while it was still pointing downward there was no question what was happening.
"You like?" Tony said, one guy on the door as he spread his legs even further apart, and when I didn't answer he whispered.
"Take off your towel."
"Huh?"
