Creatures of habit.

He sits right in front of the sauna door with his eyes fixed on the floor. Between us, an eerie silence and a few creeks from the wooden benches. His body glistens with sweat as beads form on his shoulders and upper chest. Slowly, the beads would trickle down his back. Down his chest and down to his torso. From the hint of yellow darkness in the room, the first thing I notice about him was his pierced left nipple. I've never come across a man, straight or otherwise, who won't have some fun with a fellow male from time to time. Then you notice how he sits down. Slightly slouched, abs lightly crunched. Pecs erotically resting right above the abdomen. He knows his assets. Yet he just sits there. Sexy. Never giving a glance of a care. Until the silence and creeks grow too loud, pushing him out to the showers.

This has been going on for weeks. He's my biggest mystery all summer long. I called him my weekend guy, as he frequents the gym I go to during the weekends. The time we spend in the sauna together, is the time I come in before I warm up and the time he has after cooling down. Then I work out as he steps out. I've never heard him utter a word. Just a small cough, very rarely released. We've had so many moments in the sauna alone. But we've never managed to do eye contact.

Until yesterday morning.

I came in a little earlier than usual since the class I join at the gym had a special schedule. So right before the workout, I decided to freshen up. I stepped in without gazing at whoever was inside, sat into the inner corner of the sauna, turned my head up and found him looking at the time on his watch. His towel rest loosely on his crotch and his butt sat bare on the wooden bench. Smooth. His skin had a sheen from the heat, sweat, and dim intentions of my eyes. His eyes lay fixed on the floor as he suddenly put his left hand over his abs, flat, fingers spread down to his bellybutton. Slowly. It was now or never.

"You're pretty early today. Done working out?" I asked.

He turned his head. Smiled lightly and said, "Not yet. Just about to start."

I smiled back. I couldn't believe it myself. He actually responded. And it caught me off-guard, so I had to get up and drink water at the fountain. When I got back, I stood beside the door, right in front of him. And we shared a bit of work out chit chat. He looked at me. I'd look at him. Then my eyes would look at his crotch. His towel was actually a bit soaked and it teased me. it taunted me. It called my name.

"Do you trip in the sauna?" I blurted out innocently.

He looked up at me, smiled, and looked away. But he smiled. So my hand reached down into his towel and straight for his cock. He looked at me.

"So, do you?" I asked.

Next thing you know, he was standing back by the door, cock in my mouth. I rose to reach his nipples with my lips while suggesting, with light pushes, to sit him inside where I continued going down on him until I heard him say "You're so good..." while whispering moans and then coming, right by my cheek.

As I wiped the lust from my face, we gave each other a look of satisfaction as our knuckles met, gently. He stood up and stepped out. As did I. Went to my class and had one hell of a workout.

Then we met up in the sauna after for a reprise.