Normally, I prefer to cruise outdoors - it seems somewhat safer that way; a little bit more anonymous (and to be fair, a bit sexier!). However, one time in Brighton, I got to chatting to a guy online - you know the sort of places - local hook-up sites for horny guys to chat before they head out and meet up for all kinds of... fun times.
I was pretty into it this one evening, chatting and wanting to head out right then - until he suggested a sauna. I wasn't too keen on the idea, but it was cold outside at the time of year - and fucking outside would be likely to give us blue balls - and not in the sex-related way! So I agreed. "Meet down there in twenty minutes, mate." "See you there."
As I walked down into town, I ran things over in my mind - I'd never been to a sauna before; what did you do? how did you act? Turns out I didn't need to worry, really - he met me on the sea front and we headed for the sauna he regularly used, in a hotel leisure complex. He was an Asian guy, not much taller than me, perhaps a little stockier - from his pictures online he had a nice package between his legs, and I was looking forward to seeing it face-to-face, as it were.
We paid the admission and deposit on our lockers to get in, and headed downstairs. Now I'm not too fussed about getting naked in front of people, especially if they're strangers (should be the other way round, I know), and especially if we're planning to do something cumulating in some cum flying around... But I watched him strip off before I did the same, depositing my clothes in the locker, eyeing his swinging cock between his legs, already starting to stiffen. My own jumped a bit, and started to swell, although it didn't jump right to attention as my nerves were still going... Soon have that sorted, though...
After securing the locker key round my ankle, and with a towel round my waist, I followed the guy into the sauna complex proper. The first room was a lounge-type area, with some sofas and a table or two - this was after all a 'respectable' sauna - not just one of those designed as a sex club (yeah, right!) - although the large bowl containing condoms and lube packets on one table suggested otherwise. Off the lounge, separated by a short corridor, was a steam room. Taking our towels off, we went in, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Maybe it was the fact it was late evening, or cold outside, or the wrong time of year - I don't know - but there was just the one other guy in the lounge, and no-one except us two in the steam room. As we sat down, I could feel the plus points of a steam room - relaxation and all that jazz - but I could also feel my cock growing harder and harder. He moved his hand onto my lap and started massaging my shaft, the moisture in the air keeping it lubricated. My hand found his cock, already raging hard in the hot, damp air. I began to time my strokes with his and we sat for a while, slowly wanking each other. He leaned over and kissed my lips, hand round my head, pulling me towards him. I kissed back, going with the flow, squeezing his cock as I pumped it harder, listening to his quiet groans.
As I felt my insides tighten from his strokes on my cock, he took his lips from mine and whispered "Suck it.". I didn't need any further encouragement - I sank to my knees, and engulfed his cock in my mouth in one swift movement, smiling as I heard him moan in the back of his throat - I don't think he'd expected that! I cupped his balls with one hand and ran my tongue round the head of his cock, sucking greedily. I massaged his shaft with my lips and felt him start to thrust forward on the seat, pushing his cock into my mouth, causing me to gag at first - but once I readjusted myself I could take his whole eight inch shaft fairly easily. I closed my eyes as I felt myself sweating even more in the steamy environment; this time from exertion. Just as I'd gotten into my stride, he gently pulled my head off his cock and pulled me up to kiss him again. "I want to fuck you." he murmured, in between stroking my still-hard cock.