I pulled the towel tightly around my waist and stepped through the door to the steam room. The hot, moist air was faintly scented with cedar and I could feel the sweat beginning to prickle across my shoulders. A tall, dark haired bear of a man poured a ladle of water onto the hot coals, producing a billowing cloud of steam. Walking through the clouds of vapour, I found a vacant space on the slatted bench and lowered myself onto it, leaning back against the smooth wood panels.
The man who had been pouring the water onto the coals sat next to me, not quite touching. He sighed and leaned back. Glancing out of the corner of one eye, I looked him over. His chest was muscular, covered with a curly mat of dark hair, with occasional streaks of grey. His waist was narrow and well defined, with a flat belly. His arms were well developed, tendons and muscles standing out like cords under his olive tanned skin.
"I haven't seen you in here before. First time?" he asked in a pleasantly rounded, deep voice.
"Er, yes, I've never been to one of these places and I thought I'd try it out, it's supposed to be good for you, isn't it?" I replied, a little nervously.
I felt him shift on the bench and sensed him sliding closer to me. His thigh pressed against mine and I felt his hand on the hem of the towel wrapped around me. I stayed quiet and waited for a moment. Without saying anything, he moved his hand underneath the towel and onto my bare thigh, just above my knee. I slid a little further down the wall, moving my knees a bit further apart. His hand moved a little higher, the fingers curling so that he could stroke the inside of my thigh. He reached over and took my hand, placing it on his thigh, just touching the tight sac of his balls. With a gentle tug, he loosened the towel around my waist and then slid his hand onto the base of my cock. His fingers were cool and gentle, as he took the base of my cock in his fist and slowly began to stroke me. He stroked my hard shaft, moving the loose skin over the head, and running his fingertips over the bulb, spreading the clear pre-cum over the tip.
"How old are you?" he whispered into my ear
"Nineteen." I answered, breathlessly.
"Have you ever done it with a guy before?" he continued.
I just shook my head. I had guessed, well hoped, that something like this would happen, when I had found the advert in the evening paper giving the location of a gay/bisexual sauna club. He didn't say anything more, just pulled the towel aside to reveal my erect cock. A second later he had unwound his own towel, from around his waist and guided my hand onto his own hard rod. It felt hot and swollen in my hand, and my fingers could only just encircle the girth at the base. His heavy sac was smooth shaven and I guessed that his balls would be very full of thick creamy sperm.
