Date: Sun, 07 Sep 2003 07:30:54 +0000
From: nigel doolwy <horny_writer@hotmail.com>
Subject: My First Sauna By Nigel - Adult Friends

MY FIRST SAUNA
BY: Nigel aka Horny Writer
horny_writer@hotmail.com

My good mate Steve was a champion bullshitter, he could claim the gold medal
for England in the Olympics if he put his mind to it.  He was the kind of
guy who had done everything, got the tee shirt and had it so long it was
close to being worn out.  Steve had this job as a sports attendant at the
local leisure centre but to listen to him you would have thought he was a
Bay Watch Lifeguard, International Soccer Coach and champion gymnast all
rolled into one.  But he was a good mate and we often hung out together.

One Friday evening in a bar somewhere or other he was extolling the joys of
the sauna suite in the leisure centre.  "It tones the muscles and deep
cleanses the pores of the skin,"  he explained.  "You should try it."

I nodded and drained the last few sips of my pint.

"How about you coming down tomorrow ?  You'll enjoy a good hot sauna."

"But don't you have to be naked ?"  I blushed.  "Not sure about that.

Steve laughed. "Not got anything to be ashamed about have you ?"

"Of course not !  Ready for another ?"  I picked up the empty glasses and
made for the bar and a definite change of subject.

But Steve wasn't going to give up.  Perhaps he was persuasive, Steve
certainly had that trait in his character, or perhaps I had just a little to
much too drink to be in full possession of my senses but I agreed and Steve
said he would come round to meet me in the morning.
That morning came and I awoke early.  There was a peculiar feeling about me,
an emotional regretting what I had agreed to and yet nervously anticipating
the visit.  I hadn't been naked in front of another guy since the days of
after games showers at school yet I wanted to reveal all and enjoy the
experience of being naked with my friend.   And HEY they would be others in
there as well wouldn't there ? Members of the public, strangers !  What if
they were a lot bigger than me and I looked silly by the side of them  ?
What if I got a hard on ?  Bloody hell that wouldn't be good.  And WHAT if
there were people I knew in there ???

I had a hard on right then and the thought of the coming morning generated
plenty of precum even without me touching anything.  But touch things I did
and enjoyed a good morning wank partly to relive the hard-on, something I do
most mornings anyway, and partly to calm me and hope I wouldn't get hard
again in the sauna.

That over I showered and stood naked before a mirror to inspect myself.  I
looked OK, true I am not the best hung guy in the world but I'm bigger than
average - about six inches uncut.  I flicked my cock about and pulled my
ball-bag: they were fine.  I took a pair of scissors and lightly trimmed my
pubes.  Another inspection: I looked great.  Another quick wank, bit sore
taking a second so quickly, and I was ready.

Steve had said he would be round at half past nine and at nine twenty the
door bell rang.  Something I haven't told you is that Steve is a fan of
motor bikes and he stood there that morning on my doorstep with a spare
crash helmet in his hand and was presuming I would ride pillion with him
down to the leisure centre.  Now I had summonsed nearly all the courage I
had to agree to an hour of total nudity in the sauna but riding on the back
of a motor bike with Steve driving ?  - That would be suicidal !  I gently
declined the ride and we walked the mile and a half to the leisure centre.

Steve had called the leisure centre to book us in and much to my relief he
explained that we would be the only two in there that morning. "It's usually
quiet on a Saturday morning," he explained. "Guys either have hang-overs
from the previous night or those who are married are out with the little
wives doing the supermarket run."  I didn't care what they were doing
providing there would be just the two of us.

As we walked through the car park to the entrance my heart was pounding like
a war drum.  I slipped a hand inside my trouser pocket to feel that all was
well, it was - no sign even of a semi-hardon.  Thank goodness. It felt like
walking the green mile as we moved from the reception desk to a door which
would lead to the sauna suite.

Inside there was a kind of turnstile thingy into which we placed the round
brass tokens we had each received in reception and we were inside the inner
sanctum.

There was a small locker room with curtained cubicles.  Steve went into one
but didn't pull the curtain behind him and quickly began to undress.  First
his jacket, then his shirt to reveal a tanned upper torso.  I slowly fumbled
with the buttons down the front of my own shirt.  Steve then turned to fold
his clothes before kicking off his shoes.  Then with a swift movement both
his trousers and pants were down round his ankles.  As he stepped out I just
had to admire his bum, tight and nice - mmmm.

"Come on you,"  Steve smiled as he turned round. "Strip off."

Shit - let's go for it !  I obliged and soon was standing  on that cold
tiled floor as naked as the day I was born.  Sure I was a little embarrassed
but I must tell you it felt OK, nah more than that it felt kind of good.

We put our clothes away in one of the lockers then Steve led the way to the
showers.  "Best to take a shower first then go inside while you are still
wet," he explained. "Try to take it as cold as you can.  Don't worry if it
shrivels your nuts up they'll soon drop down again once you are inside."

The leisure centre provided towels for its customers and I left mine
casually on the floor as I stepped into the shower.  There were three small
shower heads over a central drain system.  Steve stood in the centre of one
and ice cold water poured down on him.  he drew breath and shook his head
about.  Some of the freezing water splashed onto my own body as I gently
twisted the tap to begin my own ablutions. I have to confess I turned the
lever more than slightly towards hot.  A fog of steam was produced to give
evidence to my cowardice.

"You cheat,"  Steve shouted and grabbed my wet slippery body in an attempt
to drag it under the cold water. He is stronger that I and he succeeded !  I
fought back and enjoyed grabbing at his body and feeling the naked flesh
beneath my fingers.  We spilled on the wet flood and ended up with me on my
back and Steve on top of me.  I could feel the line of his slippery naked
body against my own and the limp rod of his cock against my thigh.

Game over we made our way into the actual sauna cabin and sat on the
benches.  As the heat increased we began to chat.

"Enjoying it ?"  Steve asked.

I nodded.  Sure enough with my inhibitions safely overcome it was good.
Good to enjoy the sauna and good to be naked with my friend.  Steve is a
little shorter than I but muscular and well built in that way.  He is blonde
and had a fine gathering of blonde pubes above an uncut cock of similar size
to my own.

"You look good,'  Steve continued.

"Thanks,"  I replied just slightly embarrassed.  Did he know I had been
studying him ?  Had he been making his own study of me ?  He must have.  "So
do you."

"Ah it is good to be free from the conventions of clothing and to be just
the way nature intended.'  Steve said pouring another ladle of water on the
red-hot coals.  Steam hissed from the brazier and the temperature increased
further.

"To be honest I was a bit nervous about stripping off," I confessed.

Steve gently shrugged his shoulders and smiled.  "Believe me Nigel you have
nothing to be nervous about."

"You've been to the sauna many times before ?"  It was a comment even more
than it was a rhetorical question.

"Sure have.  Seen more dicks in here than you've had hot dinners my friend."

I smiled.  "Have you ?"

Again those were words which did not require an answer from my friend but
still he chose to give one.  "Sure have. Big ones and not so big ones.  Fat
ones and thin ones.  Cut ones and uncut ones."

"Anyone I know ?"

"Probably."

"Who ?"

I was kind of interested.

"Let me think."  He feigned an expression of deep thought.

It was a good job I had wanked off twice before meeting up with Steve as
there was a sure horny feeling starting to develop.  I used all of my
willpower to control against an erection.

"Mick Jones, you know him don't you ?"

I nodded.

"He's very well hung.  To be honest I wonder he don't knacker himself when
he walks the way his balls hang so low."

"Get on."

"Honest.  He's got about a seven inch dick but his balls hang way down.  He
had a sauna with me last week, he's quite amazing.  Tell you what I'll fix
it for him to join us next week and you can see for yourself."

"That's be nice."

As an adolescent I was always a bit dick shy, my pubes grew at an early age
and bushed out ahead of others in my class so when it came for showers after
PE I was a bit embarrassed.  By the time others had caught me up we all used
to skive showers and move quickly to the next lesson.  That time with Steve
in the sauna was the first time I had been naked with another guy or seen
another lad naked for years.  Although I had my reservations earlier they
were now gone and I had a strange desire to see as many guys as possible
naked and to have a good view of their manhood.

"Terry's got a nice one.  Cute bum as well."

I looked at Steve and wondered if he was bulshitting again, after all he was
an expert.  Or perhaps he collected experiences like this and would soon be
telling other guys exactly what my own dick looked like.

"You see I'm a bit of a willy watcher,"  Steve laughed as he got up and went
out for a shower.

I remained in the sauna cabin alone with my thoughts for a while.  The door
opened.  "Hand me the water bucket and I'll fill it from the shower,"  Steve
said.

He filled it twice.  The first fill he emptied by flinging the contents of
ice cold water across the cabin from the doorway right over me.  Even in the
heat it took my breath away. I burst out of the cabin and into the shower
area chasing after him.

"I tell you mate if you do that again you won't have a willy to watch with
'cos I'll cut if off."

"Oooooh !"

I suppose a natural progression for events would have been to move from the
conversational and into the practical.  Perhaps we could have wanked, it
wouldn't have seemed out of place and I'm sure either of us would have
agreed had the other suggested it but neither did.  Instead we just
continued chatting about the size of our own dicks and then Steve giving
graphic detail of those he had seen before.

No it wasn't bull shit as the new few weeks would tell.  Steve fixed up a
range of sauna visits with different guys, some were mutual friends while
others I met for the first time.  On some of the visits we were not the only
ones in there as we were on that first day and we were treated to the view
of total strangers.

Steve was right Mick Jones did have well hung balls, more like a bloody
stallion.  I also had to agree with him that Terry had a nice one and a
definitely cute bum.  I liked David's the first time I saw it, not big by
any measure but in perfect proportion.  Dave, Mick and Terry were all uncut
while Roger, Simon and  John had all lost their foreskins at an early age.

As two confirmed willy watchers we often discussed the attributes of our
friends and those we met in the sauna.  "You see,"  Steve said one day after
a visit, "what they say about black guys is true.  Shit man didn't that guy
have a monster ?"

"He did.  The biggest I have ever seen.  I wonder how he keeps all that lot
inside his pants !"

As I have explored my own masculinity I have done loads of fun things with
loads of different guys but strangely I never went beyond willy watching in
the sauna with my mate Steve.  As I am typing this tale now I am smiling at
just how many willy we actually watched, there were loads of them I promise.
  Steve moved away a while ago, got a job with computers in America and we
have lost contact with one another.  I have tried to find him on the net
searching various data sites but so far without any success.  I honestly
have no idea where he is or exactly what he's up to these days but of one
thing I know and that is he is the number one world willy watcher !  I
wonder if he has watched yours !

Well, I hope you enjoyed my little tale -- 100% true.  Let me know what you
think:  horny_writer@hotmail.com