The last man standing is a concept the sauna is no stranger to. Depending on how horny one is, how discreet one wishes to stay and how much heat one can really stand, it's actually a fun waiting game if you're lucky enough to win the climax. On one such occasion, I found myself facing off against a known player. Sure, fooled around with him once or twice. But this time, we were both after different game. Plus he isn't much of a looker. But we're friendly/honest like that. So what's a little competition among friends? Right.
So. Men, boys, trippers, paranoia-bearers came and went. Like literally went in, but didn't last past 15 minutes nor ejaculate (at least with us). My friend and I cycled cool downs every few minutes. We've had very good training. At some point, he'd stand and park himself by the hidden corner just outside the sauna shaking off the heat. I don't fancy doing that. Sorta blows my cover. What I do is linger in the shower stall, water in full blast, but I stand a safe distance from it, lest I be a prune. When I do this, I keep the door a little tease open. So I can keep tabs on the field.
Right at the moment when I peeked, I caught glimpse of a beautifully chiseled back. Gorgeous. And he went straight for the sauna. And I wasn't there. Fuck. So I calmly shut the shower and fluffed my ass up with the towel. Let's just say that my friend is also a high level game player. I got a bit worried. But despite arriving to them fondling hard-ons, I know it was still all fair game.
I sat right across them. Watching them as they stroked. Friend's eyes were convincing Mr. Back to look at him. All he gave him was a hand in beating motion. And all he gave me was a gaze as I began to fondle a tower rising underneath my towel. Friend noticed. He looked at me and looked down at my feet which was now entangled with Mr. Back's. Then he looked at me and smiled.
Mr. Back leaned forward towards me. Friend put Mr. Back's hand aside, stood up and locked his towel around his waist. He gave me a nod and he stepped out of the sauna. I smile back and as soon as he was out, I took his seat, right beside Mr. Back. He grabbed my left hand and held my fingers against his face. Slowly he began to suck almost each one. Then he stroked me. I stroked him. I leaned over a kiss away form his cheek. I looked my way. And all we had between us were breaths. Door opens. Friend walks in and join the rhythm of our hands. One by one, we came. And one by one we step out. Once you know your restrictions, parameters, limits, you have no idea how much fun you can have with semi strangers in the lockers. In the end, all three of us, Mr. Back, friend, and myself were winners.
Back at my locker, it was a pleasant bit to learn the Mr. Back's locker was right beside mine. He was just about to start working out and I was just about to start my workday. Without uttering words, we exchanged smiles as we readied with impeccable pacing. By the time we were ready, he offered to shake my hand. I gave it to him and he gave me a firm shake. Then he pulled it just under his chest and he bent over to kiss it. Then off he went.
Friend saw what had happened from his corner. Gave me a smile. I grabbed my bag, walked by him and gave him a low five. Because we're cool like that.
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