Finishing last.

Frantic. Everyone's hand was jacking as fast as they could before climax. They had no time to spare since at any moment, rush hour was about to happen in the showers. The five of them has wasted enough time playing coy. On this occasion, I decided to sit it out and play lookout. Believe it or not, I wasn't in the mood at that time. The others, they were regulars. And I've fucked them before. In one way or another. Besides, I kinda needed the break.

The moment the six of us were in, it took a while for everyone to read everyone else. Not all of them I guess have shared intimacy publicly with each other. I felt obliged to start out. So I grabbed my penis from under the towel and watched their gazes shift towards me. I smiled. The ice was broken and the fun started. The group wasn't moving much. Everyone seemed comfy slouching in the wooden planks of the sauna. No one touched anyone else. At most, knees would touch, but no one leaned in to take control of whatever action could have happened. It was a group jack off.

It was just before work. You could spot the horny queers who do come in earlier than the rest so they can finish earlier than the rest so they can cruise with the rest earlier than the straights. They didn't have much time though, as one by one, other men started steeping into the shower stalls. They had to come. And one by one they did. One by one, stroke after stroke, mild grunt after mild grunt, they all came. Some by the navel. Some by the thighs. One by the chest. And none by the eyes. Thank goodness. That would have hurt. Seriously. It stings. Without much of a thank you, smile, or eye contact, one by one they stepped out. And all that was left was me.

It's not all about worked on, you know. Sometimes I get my kink watching people do it. Sometimes the circumstances under which they do it really turn me on. I am a creature of thrill. That's why I like the prospect of possibly getting caught. Nothing feels better for me than racing for the climax as a nervous chill runs down my spine while my skin is on fire. This time though, the sauna was empty. I was alone. And I was enjoying the space, the silence, and the remaining moments I had to myself, just before work. So I lubed up and began to touch myself. I took my time. My left leg rested level with my bum and my right leg stayed on the ground. I took my slow steady time. Even sliding a finger and two up and inside me. My back rested against the almost corner of the seat. My skin trickled with sweat from the contacts heat of the room. My breath became heavier. I could hear myself sighing. My left hand stayed inside while my right hand wore me out to climax.

Back from the showers, the lockers is this strange place where people don't know each other. And they don't have to. Because the sexiest part of the locker room scene happens with this bitch called discretion. It's strictly a penis to mouth to ass thing with a few kisses in between.