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Steamy Sauna Encounter

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A male patient of mine related this tale of his when he recently visited a gym. He was feeling guilt over this impromptu same sex encounter.

I stepped into the sauna, my muscles still warm and tingling from the intense workout. The steam enveloped me, a welcome relief after the strenuous exercise. I was alone, or so I thought, until I heard a soft groan from the corner of the room. My curiosity piqued, I moved closer, and that’s when I saw him.

Ted, a regular at the gym, was sprawled on the wooden bench, his muscular body glistening with sweat. But it wasn’t just the heat that had him in such a state. His eyes were closed, and his hand was wrapped tightly around his thick cock, stroking it with slow, deliberate movements. I watched, transfixed, as his fist pumped up and down, his breathing becoming more labored with each stroke.

I should have turned away, given him his privacy, but something about the raw, primal act of self-pleasure captivated me. My own cock began to stir, hardening at the sight of this stranger’s passion. I cleared my throat, not wanting to startle him, but also not wanting to leave.

“Oh, hey, Lorenzo,” Ted said, his voice raspy and filled with desire. He didn’t stop his actions, but his eyes opened, taking in my presence. “Didn’t expect anyone else here.”

I felt my face flush, unsure of what to say. I was Lorenzo, his gym buddy, and we had often worked out together, but this was a side of him I’d never seen before. “I… I thought I’d relax here for a bit,” I managed to stammer.

Ted smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well, you’re welcome to stay, Lorenzo. Don’t mind me, just finishing what I started.” He gave his cock a few more vigorous strokes, and I could see the veins throbbing beneath the taut skin.

My mouth went dry as I realized I didn’t want to leave. The sight of Ted’s hand moving up and down his shaft, his fingers gripping the thick base, was too enticing. I took a step closer, my gaze locked on his cock, now glistening with pre-cum.

“You like what you see?” Ted asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, unable to form words. My cock was throbbing, straining against the fabric of my shorts. I wanted to touch myself, to mimic Ted’s actions, but I hesitated, unsure of the boundaries.

Ted seemed to sense my hesitation. “Come on, Lorenzo,” he said, his voice laced with a seductive invitation. “Don’t be shy. We’re both grown men with needs. No one’s around to judge.”

His words broke the spell, and I found myself walking towards him, shedding my inhibitions with each step. I sat on the bench across from him, our knees almost touching, and without saying a word, I reached down and freed my aching cock from the confines of my shorts.

Ted’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of my erection, thick and veiny, already leaking pre-cum. “Damn, Lorenzo,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You’re packing some serious heat there.”

I felt a surge of pride at his words, and without thinking, I began to stroke my cock, my fist moving in a slow, steady rhythm. The sensation was electric, my hand gliding over the sensitive skin, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Ted’s eyes were fixed on my hand, watching as I pleasured myself. His own strokes had slowed, and he was now matching my pace, as if we were in some unspoken competition. The air was thick with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the wet, slick sounds of our hands on our cocks.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Ted breathed, his eyes never leaving my hand. “Seeing you jerk off like that… it’s driving me wild.”

His words spurred me on, and I quickened my pace, my fist flying up and down my shaft. I was close, so close, and I could see Ted was, too. His cock was a rigid column of flesh, the head swollen and purple, leaking a steady stream of precum.

“Let’s do something even hotter,” Ted suggested, his voice thick with desire. “Let’s rub our cocks together.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I leaned forward, my cock pointing towards his, and with a mutual understanding, we both angled our erections until the sensitive heads touched. A jolt of pleasure shot through me as our cocks made contact, the sensation unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

We began to move, our cocks sliding against each other, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Ted’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he reveled in the sensation. I matched his movements, our cocks sliding and rubbing, the wet sounds filling the sauna.

“Oh fuck, this is good,” Ted groaned, his hand reaching out to grasp my thigh, pulling me closer. “Your cock feels so damn good.”

I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on fire. The heat of the sauna, the steam, and the sight of Ted’s muscular body all contributed to the overwhelming sensations. I wanted more, needed more, and without thinking, I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth.

Ted let out a strangled cry, his hands gripping my shoulders as I took him deep, my lips sliding down the length of his shaft. I sucked and licked, my tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from his slit.

“Oh God, Lorenzo,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him. “Your mouth feels incredible.”

I was in a trance, my own cock forgotten as I focused on giving Ted pleasure. I sucked him with abandon, my lips and tongue working in unison, my hand stroking the base of his cock as I deep-throated him.

Ted’s hands tightened on my shoulders, his breathing becoming more rapid. “I’m close,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I’m gonna come, Lorenzo.”

His words spurred me on, and I sucked harder, my lips tightening around his shaft. I felt his cock twitch and throb in my mouth, and then with a guttural cry, he erupted, filling my mouth with his warm, thick cum. I swallowed, relishing the taste of him, as he pumped his load down my throat.

As Ted’s orgasm subsided, he pulled me towards him, our bodies pressing together, our cocks still slick with sweat and pre-cum. He kissed me then, his lips hungry and demanding, his tongue invading my mouth, tasting himself on my lips.

We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, our hearts racing. I looked into Ted’s eyes, seeing a mixture of passion and surprise. “That was…” he began, searching for words.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, my voice hoarse. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

Ted smiled, his hand reaching out to caress my cheek. “Me neither. But I’m glad we did. It was fucking hot.”

We sat there for a while, catching our breath, the steam cooling around us. I felt a sense of camaraderie, a bond forged through our shared experience. As we got up to leave, Ted turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Next time, we’ll take this to the showers,” he said, winking. “I have a feeling we’ve only just begun, Lorenzo.”

I couldn’t help but smile, already anticipating the next time our paths would cross in this steamy, erotic dance.

The Paperhanger’s Bulge

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I stood in the doorway, my eyes immediately drawn to the tall, muscular figure perched atop a ladder in my bedroom. The paperhanger, whose name I didn’t even know, was putting the final touches on the new wallpaper, his broad shoulders and strong arms moving gracefully as he smoothed out the last few wrinkles. But it wasn’t his face or his physique that caught and held my attention; it was the prominent bulge in his tight work pants.

I had noticed it earlier when he first arrived, but now, with him standing just a few feet away, the outline of his impressive package was at eye level, and it was impossible to ignore. He must have caught me staring because he smiled, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, but I couldn’t look away.

“Almost done for the day, ma’am,” he said, his voice deep and smooth like warm honey. “Just need to finish up this last bit.”

I nodded, unable to speak for a moment, my mind fixated on the bulge that seemed to strain against the fabric. He was well-endowed, that much was clear, and a part of me wondered if he was aware of the effect he was having on me. I was Ava, a 54-year-old psychologist, used to hearing my patients’ intimate problems, but this… this was something else entirely.

As if sensing my thoughts, he climbed down from the ladder, his movements cat-like and graceful. He stood before me, his height and presence filling the small space between us. Up close, I could see the defined muscles of his chest through his thin t-shirt, and his pants hung low on his hips, showcasing his powerful physique.

“Anything else I can help you with today?” he asked, his eyes holding a playful glint.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “Well, I… um…” I trailed off, my gaze dropping to his crotch once more. I couldn’t help myself; it was like a magnet drawing my eyes downward.

“Something catch your eye?” he whispered, leaning closer. His warm breath caressed my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.

“Your… um… your package,” I blurted out, feeling bold and embarrassed all at once. “It’s… impressive.”

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a thrill through my body. “Why, thank you, ma’am. It’s not often I get compliments on my… equipment.”

I felt a surge of confidence, my inhibitions melting away. After all, I was a mature woman, secure in my desires. “I couldn’t help but notice,” I said, my voice steady now. “It’s… quite the sight.”

He took a step forward, invading my personal space, but I didn’t back away. Instead, I found myself reaching out, my fingers brushing against the bulge that had captivated me. He sucked in a sharp breath as my hand made contact, and I could feel the heat radiating from his groin.

“You’re not shy, are you?” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.

“Not when it comes to something I want,” I replied, my voice husky with need.

With that, I dropped to my knees, my fingers working quickly to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. He wore no underwear, and his thick, erect cock sprang free, bobbing slightly with its own weight. It was easily ten inches long, and the head was already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered at the sight.

“Fuck, you’re bold,” he groaned, his hands threading through my shoulder-length brown hair.

I looked up at him, my hazel eyes meeting his intense gaze through my glasses. “I want to taste you,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Without waiting for a response, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around the hot, pulsing flesh. He was thick and filled my mouth instantly, but I was determined to take as much of him as I could. I sucked and licked, my tongue swirling around the head, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he hissed, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more.

I moaned around his cock, the vibrations causing him to tremble. My hands gripped his thighs, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. I sucked harder, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, my lips leaving a trail of wetness. His hands tightened in my hair, guiding my movements, but I was in control, setting the pace.

“You’re incredible,” he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. “Suck me like you mean it.”

I needed no further encouragement. I deep-throated him, taking him all the way down until my nose was buried in the patch of dark hair at the base of his shaft. I held him there, my throat muscles flexing around his girth, and then pulled back, my lips sliding up his length.

“That’s it, you filthy slut,” he growled. “Take my cock. Show me how much you want it.”

His words only fueled my desire. I sucked and slurped, my saliva mixing with his pre-cum, making lewd, wet sounds. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading, and he responded by thrusting his hips forward, fucking my mouth with abandon. I gagged slightly, but I loved the feeling of being used, of being at his mercy.

“That’s right, take it all,” he grunted, his hands now gripping my head, holding me in place as he pounded my mouth.

I moaned and whimpered, my body trembling with the effort of taking his massive cock. I could feel his balls slapping against my chin with each thrust, and I knew he was close. I wanted him to cum, to fill my mouth with his hot seed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice hoarse.

I redoubled my efforts, sucking and stroking with my hand, my other hand cupping and massaging his heavy balls. He let out a primal roar as he exploded, his cum shooting down my throat, hitting the back of my mouth with force. I swallowed eagerly, milking his cock with my mouth and hand, not wanting to waste a single drop.

He pulled out, his cock glistening and slick with my saliva and his cum. I looked up at him, my lips and chin glistening with his release, and smiled.

“That was… incredible,” I said, my voice breathless.

He laughed, a deep, satisfied sound. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. You’re one hell of a woman, Ava.”

I stood, my knees slightly weak, and straightened my clothes. “I’m glad I could help,” I said, my tone playful. “But I think I might need a little more ‘help’ myself.”

His eyes lit up with understanding. “Oh, I think I can arrange that,” he said, his voice full of promise.

And with that, he took my hand and led me to the bed, where we continued our passionate encounter, exploring each other’s bodies with eager hands and hungry mouths. I had never felt so alive, so desired, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a wild and unforgettable adventure.