Every once in a while my mind wonders how some sauna predators or steam room trolls manage to snatch a catch. Considering the amount of time they spend at the gym while not working out (which is a lot), one would really wonder since they have pathetic bodies. Yes. I said pathetic. Oh don't give me that "you should be nice" look. I am being honest. And in my book, honest is nice. But seriously, these guys aren't lookers. Some aren't even hot. I know first hand because I have some regular charity cases. They one redeeming factor is that they give really good head. Like really really good head. And some would go to great extents to please you. Perhaps to make up for their less than titillating visage? Could be. Anyway, sometimes I wonder how they would go about it, spending hours a day in the wet floor area, ending up all wrinkly, just to get some action. So I thought, why not see for myself?
The task was to stay in the wet floor area during an inconspicuous hour yet populated hour, maybe two, and see how many guys would let me blow them. I chose the hour before lunch, just when the morning people have cleared the area, and the lunch crowd has yet to come in full force. By experience, some off-schedule guys enjoy working out with less traffic in the gym. And some, prefer to heat up at the sauna or steam room before doing so. So with towel on and sleepy boy looks, I stood under the shower for twenty seconds then stepped into the sauna.
In the sauna, finding the right seat means everything. There is an area that totally hides you form the glass door's view, two angles that give you a lookout, and one to well, show you waiting by the door. One of the two lookout seats is for the dick, and the other is for the head-giver. That's my seat. Sadly when I got in the sauna, someone had already owned it. But judging from his body glistening in sweat, he was gonne be done shortly. Then I gave him a second look. He was pretty hot. Then I caught him looking. And I knew he wanted to blow me.
What the hell, I said to myself. So I sat adjacent to him and loosened up my towel. He leaned in. I gave him a now. He dove face first and proceeded with the deed.
"Was I the first one this morning?" I asked him.
He pulled his head up. "Yeah." He smiled. "Would you fuck me?"
I smiled.
He stepped out and in six winks, he was back with rubber and lube. At a quarter past eleven, we had so much time, not to mention we practically had the place to ourselves. He stood by the door, and I hid by the side. Behind me the heat from the sauna stove rose up my ass as I knocked him from behind.
"I'm feeling risky." I pushed him over the corner hidden from view, sat him down, raised his legs and nailed him down the bench. I didn't care if someone would walk in. I doubted it. And no one came. But me. On his tummy, chest and some trailing up his neck.
The end? Hardly.
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