Sauna Switch

Middle-Eastern Guy’s in the sauna again. And this time I’m gonna say something. Bad enough I get to watch that rippling six pack crimp, crunch, puff, recede, and do it all again, while his biceps engorge with effortless ease every time I visit the weight room.

He’s there in the pool too, those long tapering legs kicking lightly. That chest that’s a shade wider, stronger I’d bet, than the average swimmer’s, hits the water every Tuesday— which is when I watch him make those clean, hard circle’s, arm’s wind-milling in his powerfully controlled butterfly stroke.

This time I’ll say Hi.

I open my mouth. “Blake,” he says before I even get the words out. “My mother’s English, he adds, smirking at my quizzical eyebrow. But I take after my father.

“Turkish,” he says, beating me to the punch again, offering me a smooth, lickable palm. It’s as smooth as the back part is hairy—as hairy, mind you, as the guy’s arms and legs, and just as lickable, as far as I’m concerned.

I lean forward, a bumbling idiot, eager to reciprocate. But instead, I lose my towel on the tile floor, showing off my ram-hard cock, blushing like mad.

“I’m so sorry…”

“Don,” I whisper, realizing Blake’s waiting politely for me to supply a name. He bends over, to retrieve my towel, or so I assume, but instead, lays his own gently over mine.

“You’ve been watching me, Don.”

Those big brown eyes are hypnotizing. For a moment, I miss the raging tower of his cock, already swollen between his legs.

“What…” I blush again.

“‘I’ve been known to bottom on occasion, Don.”

He looks untamed, all those muscles topped with tussled hair. Yet he might be offering me canapés, rather than a fuck.

He leans in to caress my lips with his. And our tongues swim the length of each other’s mouths, cocks frigging. Then he reaches around to cup my buttocks, a single digit drilling inside my cleft. I gasp. Gracefully, he drags me to him, running playful hands across my chest. He pinches a tender nipple then grabs my head, squeezing the hair, and locking my eyes with his. Yes, I mouth the word. And with one deft motion he has me up against the wall, legs spread, hot breathe bathing my neck.

“You, Donny, you, I’ve been aching to fuck.”

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