Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2022 13:45:37 -0500
From: ryegnawsirus@gmail.com
Subject: Tales of Portland - Adonis at the Sauna

Quick note: This is a work of fiction.  This story is not a recommendation
to conduct sexual activity in public and does not suggest that any
particular public business tolerates sexual activity.  Please enjoy!

	Our local sauna bathhouse is a real gem.  I've been going once a
week for a few months now.  I've always loved bathing, hot springs, hot
tubs, and working up a good sweat--the sauna is a great experience for me
and my body.  Plus, it's become a safe space for me.  I don't have to keep
my wife happy there, and I don't have to work and keep someone else happy
either.  It's my safe place where I can just...be.  However, as you may
imagine, it's a bit nerve wracking to be naked in a small-ish room with
several adult naked men.  For me, there's an added anxiety because I have
always struggled to feel like "one of the guys."  I was bullied pretty
badly when I was a kid in Utah.  I just can't get in that man box, even if
I tried, so I never really tried.  I stayed true to myself, but endured the
psychological torture of bullying just the same.  They called me a faggot,
not actually knowing about my sexuality.  It's easy for a straight guy to
brush off the name calling, but I knew deep down that I was not straight.
I would feel really deep shame when my peers behaved as if they really
hated and despised me, and in their hateful, harmful screed they somehow
knew my deep dark secret--somehow my enemy knew me better than I was
willing to know myself--because I was a faggot.  You can't brush that word
off if you're actually queer, or at least I was never able to.

	In the sauna, some small part of that psychology from more than 20
years ago creeps up on me.  I'm different from these other men, less
adequate in so many ways.  I'm a bit chubby, and a lot of the regulars are
really into fitness.  I enjoy the sauna for the psychological benefits, but
there are also significant benefits for overworked muscles.  I'm not
normally self-conscious about my body, but I am rarely surrounded by men,
least of all naked ones.  A part of me wonders if the other men are
disgusted by my body, or that I don't belong in this athletic space.
Another part of me wonders if these men would feel comfortable being naked
around a bi guy like me.  Yet another part of me knows these fears are
foolish, but I can't help feeling like I don't belong.

	It's not like I'm all that fat really, but I don't work out and I
really enjoy baking.  Sue me.  I'm bald--I started shaving my head around
age 30 after giving up on the male patterned baldness.  Better to take it
all off, and with my beard, I like to think my face at least is decent
looking.  I have deep set green eyes, a very curly thick beard I keep about
two inches, dark brown.  In spite of my large caveman brow, I think I have
a very handsome face.  The rest of my body is just covered in thick fur.
Mosquitoes can't get through my chest hair, and if I don't trim my pubic
hair, everything gets tangled.  Speaking of which, my balls are smaller
than usual and lopsided--the result of a botched surgery when I was 12.  My
big thighs rub against each other when I walk, and my big fat ass is not to
everyone's liking.  In spite of those large areas I still have skinny
forearms and lower legs--I do not have the muscle to back up all the fat.
It's just fat and bones covered in a thick tangled carpet of man-fur.
Somehow I have long, dainty, piano-player hands.  My feet are actually
quite nice, but I'm not into feet so it gives me no satisfaction.  Overall,
I don't find myself attractive, and I'm always surprised when anyone does
want to enjoy my body, but to each their own, I suppose.

	My first time at this sauna, most of my fears were assuaged when I
realized how serious it was.  Everybody was either friendly, or minding
their own business.  The sauna is intense.  The hot pool is intense.  The
cold pool is intense.  Everybody is there to get something out of it, which
builds a satisfying shared sense of purpose.  Regardless, my fears are
never completely vanquished.  And yes, of course my instinct is to check
out every one of these men.  I'm curious, but also I really admire the
beauty of the male form.  With some of these athletic types, you'd have to
be dead to not recognize their beauty.  Okay, they're hot.

	On a typical day at the sauna, I would take my clothes off in the
locker room, shower off, and head into the sauna with my towel to sit on.
The vast majority of men are nude in the sauna.  I notice the faces, abs,
pecs, butts, and dicks of all present, as surreptitiously as possible.  I
don't get aroused, I just notice and move on.  Once I'm sitting in the
sauna, I do my thing and peer into my inner thoughts.  With my eyes closed,
I search for inner peace, try to settle those racing thoughts and sometimes
pray.  When the sauna door opens, I'll briefly check out who's entering.
Partly because I'm always horny, and partly from my military
training--situational awareness demands I know who's around me, especially
potential threats.  If there's a conversation going, I may meditate away to
a quiet headspace, or join in.  A few regulars in particular are fun to
talk with when they're there..

	This day started like any other at the sauna.  I was sitting
quietly in the sauna with two other men, when in walked Adonis.  I've never
seen him before, and I would have remembered this one.  I have seen a lot
of naked men in my time, from sports, the gym, to thousands in porn, and
even in nude art--thousands and thousands.  This guy had a more appealing
body than Michelangelo's David, or dare I say it? Chris Evans.  If that's
America's Ass, Adonis has the World's Ass.  Comparisons aside, when he
walked in the sauna, it literally took my breath away.  A certain ease
washed over me, witnessing this beautiful man uplifted my soul, and my mood
was suddenly much lighter.  He came and sat next to me.  He had light brown
hair, tinged with auburn in a medium long side fade crew cut, but washed
and loose.  His skin looked smooth and soft.  Not hard and taut, but gently
wrapped around perfectly sculpted musculature.  He wasn't hairless, but his
body hair was fine and light brown, almost blonde--with wet skin, it all
lay flat so the lines of his body were in perfect definition.  As he walked
up the step to sit next to me, I was struck by his pubic area.  A small
bush of the same light brown body hair hung down loosely toward his larger
than average flaccid penis, which was cut, and backed up by low hanging
balls in a smooth skinned sac.  He was muscled, with low body fat, but in a
very approachable way.  His chest wasn't rounded, but clearly defined; his
arms were muscled enough, biceps in one mass with one prominent but deep
vein; every one of his abs was prominent, counterpoint to a perfectly full
and round, youthful ass.

	As he came to sit, he made eye contact with me and met me with a
warm and polite smile.  His eyes were toffee colored, behind a straight
authoritative brow ridge, on either side of a straight patrician nose which
led to full lips and a sharp chin.  On the one hand, I felt
good--delighted, aroused, grateful for his exposed body and its closeness.
On the other hand, I felt totally inadequate, perhaps even unworthy to be
in his presence.  His presence distracted me from my regular routine.  I
kept glancing at him, eyeing his skin, his face, his groin.  As the
conversation in the sauna continued, I had every opportunity to look his
way while talking to others in his direction.  I was hypnotized,
intoxicated by him.  I don't think I was the only one who struggled to look
away.

	I stayed longer than usual, pushing myself to tolerate the intense
steam heat of the sauna, but once my sweat ran out, and I started to get
chills and lightheaded, I knew it was time to leave.  I took one last
glance and walked out the door.  Outside the sauna, there's a cold tank
with a bucket for an initial cool off.  The shock of cold water reminded me
that this guy was a mere mortal, just another guy at the sauna.  My
thoughts transitioned from sexually objectifying his body (for which I
immediately forgave myself) to just gratitude for his beauty and I said to
myself, `you know what? Good for him!'  I put my head under a tepid cold
shower to bring my skin temperature down and rinse the sweat off before
going to the pool.  No sooner had I stepped under the flow of water when
Adonis got under the shower next to me--which isn't that weird, there's
only three shower heads.

	It's a good thing I snapped out of my reverie because Adonis
started chatting me up.  Now that I had calmed down, I was ready to talk to
him like a normal person.  He seemed nice enough, and was clearly pleased
at the facility.  I was the regular, and he was new so he just had some
questions about how things worked and what the vibe was like out in the
pools.  The pools are mixed genders, and swimsuits are required.  I pulled
mine on, grabbed some water, and headed to the pools.  I first plunged into
the cold pool and forced myself to stay in up to my neck for 30 seconds
before I lost my nerve and walked out.  As I got out and moved over to the
hot pool, Adonis walked through the door.  Magnificent as ever, with short
Nike trunks (very popular among the athletic types in my city), he went for
the cold pool, howled and cussed, immediately coming right back out.  It
must be more of a shock for those without a fat layer.

	He entered the hot pool with a sheepish smile and we had a bit of a
laugh over his first time in the cold pool.  It's really much colder than
you think it is.  I could not believe how warm he was shooting the breeze
with me.  This really magical wave of feeling started to creep up from my
toes and up over my face before washing over me.  Acceptance.  After
feeling inadequate for so long, like maybe I don't belong here with the
athletic types, or just not enough of a man to be allowed here--now here
was the person who had a right more than anyone else, more than anyone I'd
ever met, to be appalled by my body or reject my presence in the group--and
he made me feel perfectly at ease.  Like I had every right to be there as
much as the next guy.  I wasn't able to say anything about it, but I was
deeply moved.  This was turning into a very neat experience.

	I enjoyed chatting with him, but our sauna cycles got out of sync,
and we didn't see much of each other for the rest of the experience.
Regardless, I felt like a thousand bucks, and I was pleased to let him get
on with it however he saw fit.  If I went home and never saw him again,
that was just fine.  I learned an important lesson, had a big day for my
self-confidence.  But I did see him again.  After my final cycle, I
showered and toweled off, carefully putting my clothes back on.  As I was
putting on the final touches, I noticed Adonis on the bench closer to the
door.  As I walked to the door carrying my things, he was still sitting
naked, checking his iPhone.  On my way out, I stole a long glance at his
midsection down to his crotch--confirming to myself that he was indeed the
finest specimen I ever encountered and I just felt so pleased to know that
a person can get that absurdly appealing.

	I don't think I hesitated in my pace, but maybe I did because when
I turned my gaze away from his sizeable, thick penis, I realized he was
looking directly at my face, now making eye contact.  I was totally busted.
I gave him a very embarrassed yet jocose, apologetic face and he seemed to
laugh it off with a no-worries-mate grin.  I'm sure it happens all the time
and he was a real sport about it.  Wow, what a guy.

	Out in the lobby, I checked out at the front desk.  As I was
putting my shoes on, Adonis walked in and gave me a quick wink as he went
up to the counter.  A wink?  Was that just a lighthearted character's
recognition of a new acquaintance, or something more?  There's no way.  No
way at all he's into me.  Or even non-straight!  I'm not looking for
anything, after all I am happily married.  Even so, I hesitated, starting
to take my time getting out the door.  I took my boot back off, readjusted
my sock, put the boot back on, ran my hands over my beard, got myself all
situated, etc. etc. When I sensed he was soon to leave, I walked out the
door and walked slowly away.  Sure enough, he caught up with me soon.  He
seemed happy that he caught me.  I mean, how friendly is this guy anyway??
I couldn't believe this was happening, but it was about to get even more
intense.

	In a moment, several things to say occurred to me, absolutely
unsure which one should come out of my mouth.  Sorry if that was weird?
Did I make that weird?  What, are you stalking me now?  Hey, I enjoyed our
chats, do you want to give me your number and we can hang out some time?
Maybe just bring my face close to his and see what happens?  It will not
surprise the reader that I said none of those things, so I just sort of
looked up at him.  Not missing a beat, as casually as anything he made the
first move.  "Hey, I was thinking about grabbing a drink after this, do you
know of any good places around here?"  As a matter of fact, I knew lots of
places.  I'm a lush in a brewery town, I know lots of spots.

	"Do you like wine?"  Okay, not the manliest, broeyest option, but
there was a legitimately good wine bar nearby.  "There's an amazing spot
around the corner from here."

	He grinned, nodding his head easily, effortlessly, and gave me a
warm and genuine "Yeah dude, let's go!  I mean, do you wanna come with?"  I
realize his phrasing comes across on the page as surfer broseph jargon, but
that's not the accent at all.  He used the normal American vowels and
everything.  I guess he's just pretty cool and laid back.

	This wine place is one of those where you pick a bottle from the
shelf, and they can serve it to you, and if there's anything left, you can
take it home.  As we looked over the shelves discussing our favored wine
regions and styles, I decided to test the waters.  He handed me a bottle to
look at and instead of taking it from him, I held the bottle gently with
some of my fingers over some of his and turned it towards me.  The skin to
skin contact was electrifying.  I momentarily forgot all about the wine,
which for me is saying something.  Then I considered the bottle, and it
looked like it could be interesting and I said so to Adonis.  When I looked
his way, it was clear that whatever spark I felt, he felt it too.  I
blushed hard and smiled sheepishly.  I thought I was being subtle enough
that he wouldn't think anything of it, but he definitely noticed.
Realizing that he was excited too, I just couldn't stop smiling.  He had to
be more than five years younger than me, but with him I felt like a 15 year
old boy--all nerves and fluttering just to hold hands.

	He doubled down as we found our table.  He touched my mid back with
his flat palm and corralled me into the seat next to his, rather than
across from him.  It was subtle, nobody would think we were anything more
than just guy friends, but my heart melted and exploded at his touch and I
sank into my chair, my heart racing, and why can't I stop smiling?  I
suddenly felt giddy.  I texted my wife as soon as we sat down that I was
going out with some of the guys from the sauna and recommended she get take
out since I was going out.  I didn't want her to worry about me and it
would be just like me to get caught up and forget to let her know where I
was.  I looked up from my phone and Adonis was grinning at
me--mischievously.  He knew what he did, and he knew how it was affecting
me.  His grin was a dare to see how far I was going to let it go.  Well two
can play at that game.

	We continued talking about who knows what, but it was casual
smalltalk.  As the waitress headed to our table, I pressed my knee against
his.  He pressed back, and it felt very secure, safe, grounding.  The
waitress addressed me for the wine tasting ritual.  I swirled the wine in
my glass, a surprising, bright ruby color.  I inhaled with my nose in the
glass.  "Ooh, this smells good!" I announced.  I presented the glass to
Adonis to take a sniff.  Copying my move from earlier, he maneuvered the
glass with both hands, touching my hand and even gently stroking my hand
with one finger, very subtly and surreptitiously.  For me, it was a daring
romantic(?) gesture, but I don't think the waitress noticed anything weird.

	Up to this point, I wasn't sure what was happening.  Is this a
platonic friendship with a touchy-feely with friends kind of guy, or where
is this going?  Our personalities seemed to click, treating each other with
kindness and respect, and laughing easily to jokes that were barely funny.
As the waitress continued talking with me and pouring the wine for us, he
started wobbling his knee against mine, making my thigh bend in and out
slightly in a way that jostled my manhood.  I started getting flustered
with the waitress and struggled to keep my cool.  Did he know what he was
doing to me, or are we just playing a game?  Is this an adult version of
gay chicken or is this an adult version of gay romance?  I was still too
scared to be direct.

	As we kept our conversation going about everything but the matter
at hand, the playful touching continued on both sides.  A little touch on
the arm here.  A bit of flattery there.  Our knees and legs were in
constant contact the whole time.  We ordered some food and Adonis announced
he had to go to the bathroom.  I followed suit, just letting the waitress
know on our way.  I walked in right after him.  Two urinals, no dividing
wall.  "Fuck it," he blurted out, nodding to the urinal next to him as he
unzipped.  Fuck it indeed.  Let's clear this up, I walked up to the urinal,
keeping a couple feet back and pulled out everything.  I clearly was
semi-erect, and as I started my stream, I turned slightly to him with my
whole body and got his eye contact.  He looked down and chuckled, and
turned to me as well.  I remembered how thick he was in the locker room,
but was it this thick before or is it thicker now?  He stuck his tongue out
for a second and waggled his penis rather longer than necessary, and
chuckled as he resheathed, flushed, and walked away.  Yes, he waggled his
dick at me, but like, he did it in a very straight way if that makes sense.
Was this just I'm showing you I'm a little hard, LOL, and you show me yours
to make it even?  I thought this was going to be very forward and clear,
but as titillating as the urinal fiasco was, I was legitimately still not
sure if he was feeling everything I was.

	I felt like I was going crazy with lust.  I couldn't believe my
luck.  Not only was this guy giving me so much attention, and we were
actually clicking, but there was this added element of physical touch with
unknown intent.  If he wants platonic friendships, I'm totally cool with
that.  I often find my male friends attractive without making it weird.
But is that what this was?  As we sat down, I ruffled his hair as I walked
by him, treating him like the scamp he was.  He just smiled as usual,
perfect as always.  But I was intoxicated, I love touching men's hair.  In
part, because I don't have any!

	Things carried on as before, but not escalating, as we ate our food
and paid our bill.  I had no idea how to leave--was that it?  With half a
bottle of wine in me, we left feeling pretty good and still having fun.  As
we walked back towards the sauna, he playfully plowed his shoulder into me,
pushing me into the grass off the sidewalk.  "Hey!"  I giggled and pushed
him back, but on his side was a brick wall.  I pinned him against the wall,
not hard, just playing around.  We both breathed heavily as the
conversation suddenly died.

	After a pause, he looked me in the eye and said "You wanna take a
closer look?"  I sniggered back "What's that supposed to mean?"  In an
instant, he pulled me towards the wall, switched places with me and pinned
me forcefully to the wall.  I wasn't expecting this.  "I saw you looking!
Do you want a closer look?!"  He sounded angry, or maybe just intense.  He
backed away from me leaving me somewhat crumpled on the wall.  He slid his
hand through his hair, which made it hang limply off to one side.  He
grabbed his whole crotch with one hand and shook it.  "This!  Is this what
you want?!"  He sounded impatient, annoyed even.  I was starting to freeze
up, not sure how to interpret his aggression.  But then it struck me that a
chance with his body was worth risking a beating.

	"Yes.  That's what I want."  He came right at me, pinning me back
to the wall and knocking the wind out of me.  And he kissed me.  Hard.  His
tongue assaulted my mouth, and as I engaged with him, kissing him back, but
gently.  He changed his pace to mine with soft, wet mouth, leaning into
each other.  I slipped a cold hand under his T-shirt and caressed his
smooth, well-formed back.  He sighed at my touch and took one hand, which
had been on my shoulder, to the back of my neck pulling me closer to him.
With his other hand, he grabbed my waistband to pull me even closer,
forcing me to take one blissful step away from the wall.  At his touch I
shuddered, realizing I was fully erect.  I ended the passionate kiss and
caught my breath.  We released each other, both panting for breath and
looking at each other.  I was completely clueless, my mind racing and
reeling from everything that just happened.

	He came back to me, and put one hand awkwardly on the back of his
head, like a nervous teenager, and asked "I live a few blocks up the
hill...do you maybe wanna come over?" He let out a deep breath, as if he
just released a large rush of pent up tension.  I looked at my watch.  The
night was young.  I was still panting.  Fuck it.  I nodded my head, not
wanting to ruin the moment with my out of breath voice.  He let out a
nervous, victorious laugh, squatted and quickly rose as if to reset.  He
beckoned me to follow him and I did.

	Once we turned the corner, I reached out and grabbed his hand.  "Is
this okay?" and he just smiled, which I took for a yes.  His hand was warm,
a little sweaty, which was fine since my hands are always sweaty.  He was
strong, the way he held my hand I could sense the strength waiting inside.
His skin was pretty rough on his hands, very unlike the rest of his body.
Our hands parted crossing the street and up to his door.  Up one flight of
stairs, then another.  After walking in complete silence, he mumbled
something like "This is me," and opened the door, gesturing for me to enter
first.

	I walked in, kicking off my shoes, and took in my surroundings.
This was a very dudely apartment.  There was an apparent musty
stank...men's dirty socks?  A few, but not a million, unwashed dishes,
crumbs on the grimy counter and a tacky linoleum floor that belonged in an
earlier decade.  A faded large couch sat across the room facing an enormous
TV set.  It was clear the money was spent on the tech: TV, video game
consoles, headsets and controllers lying here and there on the floor,
coffee table, and a few empty beer bottles on the sidetable.  I detected a
faint cannabis ash odor.  It was a mess, to be sure, but there was
something so masculine about the energy in the room.

	Adonis walked in behind me, casually leaving his shoes in a random
place on the floor.  Looking back his way, his pristine face seemed to not
belong.  But then again, my lips had just met his.  I remember the touch,
but couldn't believe it now I took a good look at his face.  As if to read
my mind, he gestured to the whole apartment and gave a wry smile and a
sheepish, embarrassed look.  Then he came to me and kissed me briefly
again.  "Do you want anything?  water?"

	"Sure," I stopped looking at the apartment and just watched him in
his jeans, get me some water from the fridge, and he handed it to me.  I
looked down, the water was in a cheap plastic cup.  I was thirsty and so
was he.  But also, there was a certain urgency to it, and I was wondering
where the bedroom was and how far this was going to go.  Adonis looked so
nervous, it really humanized him to me.  He excused himself to go to the
bathroom.  I felt powerful, that I was making this guy nervous.  I checked
into my body's needs.  I was going to need to use the bathroom too, but I
was otherwise ready to unpause our interlude.  He came out of the bathroom,
his face a little red, and I traded places with him.  When I came up, he
seemed softer, more relaxed.  He took my hand and guided me upstairs to his
bedroom.

	In his bedroom, I took a deep breath in.  It smelled in here.  Man
smell.  His sweaty dirty clothes were in a pile in the corner.  I imagined
a bit of a cum smell as well.  Salty, stale body odor, carpet, but also a
clean smell, source unknown.  I reveled in his smell.  The room was fairly
clean, other than the pile of clothes.  This was so intimate, his apartment
wasn't ready for visitors, I'm seeing him in his natural habitat and now in
a space where, I assume, few are allowed.  He closed the door and smiled at
me.  His caramel eyes were on fire as he came towards me until he was so
close all I could see was his eyes, then he closed his and I closed mine.
Our lips found each other, and our hands started to explore.  I ran my
hands through his hair, grabbing and pulling and releasing his hair.  He
had his arms behind me and he pulled me tightly to him with his
considerable strength.  I couldn't resist and I didn't want to.

	His mouth left mine to wander behind my ear and down my neck in
long, punctuated kisses, sucking and biting with each release.  I reached
my hands down and pulled up his shirt.  He released his grip for a moment
and in one quick, graceful motion pulled off my own shirt and his and threw
both on the pile of clothes by the door.  He reached towards me as if to
resume, but I squatted down to my knees and put my hands in the waistband
of his jeans, but then he grabbed my bearded chin to stop me and to hold my
gaze.

	"Hold on," he gasped.  "I've never done this before."  I stared,
not able to comprehend.  "I've never been with a guy before."  My jaw
dropped. How was this possible?  I'm his first?  He got on his own knees
and we looked at each other.

	"Why me?" I couldn't understand.  "What got you interested?"

	"I don't know man, I saw you looking at me and...it really turned
me on, just knowing that you liked me...sexually.  Then, when we started
talking and messing with each other at the bar, I just started to feel like
I had to have you.  I've never felt like this with a guy, but I'm sure I
want this, I want to do this with you but I'm nervous and not sure what I'm
doing.  What?"  I was grinning and shaking my head.

	"I'm just surprised, that's all," I managed to say.  I didn't feel
judgmental, just honored and aching with disbelief.

	He gave me a weird look, "What, I look super-gay to you or
something?"

	"What? No!  I'm surprised as anyone, it's a privilege to be your
first."  I couldn't believe how vulnerable I was being with him, and him
with me.  Somehow, we knew we could trust each other with this information.
"I guess you should know something too--you haven't asked about my wedding
ring."  I held up my left hand.

	"What? You're married?"  Typical straight guy, not noticing a
wedding band.  "Husband or wife?"  His expression was unreadable.

	A lump rose in my throat.  I never know how this conversation is
going to go.  I didn't want to ruin things, but I wanted it to be right
with him.  "She knows.  I mean not right now, but she knows I'm bi, and
she's fine with me getting some dick here and there.  I hook up with other
guys only a few times a year.  Otherwise I'm satisfied, but my wife doesn't
have all the body parts that fulfill my sexual needs."  Maybe that came off
as overly clinical.  We stared at each other, sitting in his room with our
shirts off.  I put my hand on his knee, and he looked into my eyes, maybe a
little scared.  "Is that okay?"

	He ran his hands over his torso moving upwards, and grabbing his
shoulders.  I couldn't help admiring his physical form even while he was
clearly in turmoil.  He closed his eyes, looking inward I guessed.  "Okay?
It's more than okay.  I'm relieved that you like women too, like we're
still part of the same team.  My boner tells me I want to keep going
regardless of your situation, but the more I think about it, the more this
feels right.  Plus, it's just sex, I know you're not looking for a
relationship, so that takes some pressure off too."  His arms returned to
his side and he shook himself by the shoulders, another reset.  "Hey
Google, play classic rock.  (wtf?) Now, where were we?"

	As the music began (Rooster, Alice in Chains), there was a palpable
shift in authority as he stood up, grabbed my hands and put them back in
the waistband of his jeans.  There's something that drives me wild about a
guy in jeans with his shirt off.  It's almost better than fully naked.  I
pulled myself up using his waistband and started kissing and rubbing his
abdomen with my mouth while I felt his member with my hand and he was hard.
I looked up at him, still kissing, and I came further down, gently teasing
my teeth on his jeans over his hard cock.  I breathed out.  He breathed out
a deep "Oh, yeah" and I unbuttoned his jeans.  I backed away undoing his
zipper, and pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing plaid boxers.
Now, we're deep in my turn ons zone, something about boxers, I can't
explain, drives me wild.  Most of the work was already done for me but I
reached into the fly of his boxers and pulled out his enormous cock.  One
of the biggest I've ever seen erect, it was at least ten inches and as big
around as a plantain.  A big, ripe one.

	I looked up at him, completely fueled by lust and desire for this
monster cock.  He gently cupped the side of my face with his hand, keeping
my eyes in his.  I traced my hand from his chest down his abdomen and
finally grabbed his erection in my hand.  I could barely wrap my hand
around it, and I began stroking, slowly up and down.  "Fuck yeah, your hand
feels so good, it's so big," he spoke from another place, almost in a
trance.  I was entering the space too, trying to find him on the ethereal
plane as we gazed into each other's eyes, and I stroked him in time with
the music.

	On the maybe third verse of the song, I opened my mouth and added
my mouth to the stroking.  He tasted like the sauna still--woody, sweaty,
and dried pre-cum.  This turned me on more than anything so far.  He'd been
leaking pre-cum all night and I could taste it.  That was it, and I fully
got into the trance, letting the music, our bodies, and the spiritual
sexual connection define each moment.  I closed my eyes and eagerly
consumed his manhood.  While one hand stroked his cock, the other fingered
his nipple, then held his muscular arm, removed his boxers, finally resting
on his fleshy, juicy ass.  I grabbed hold and pulled him closer, deeper
into my throat.  He moaned, he gasped, "Oh shit, oh shit!" as I brought him
as far as I could.  I adjusted my posture slightly and I was able to get
all of him in my mouth, with just an inch left to go.  I held it there, my
eyes watering, unable to breathe, but I wanted to hold on longer.  I
finally pulled off, wiping drool off my face and gasping for air.  I was
right back on him, now one hand holding his balls and grasping the base of
his penis, as I got his cock down my throat and back out.  Slowly at first,
then building in speed.  When I was approaching my limit, I'd thrust my
face, it felt like my soul, down until my nose was almost touching his
pubic hair, holding it there and coming off gasping, recovering meanwhile
stroking him with my free hand.

	After a few minutes of this, amid Stone Temple Pilots, I slowed my
pace slightly.  With the hand holding his balls, I reached my pointer
finger behind, creeping up his perineum and found his hole.  He gave a
pronounced moan that told me he liked it.  I picked up the pace with my
mouth and throat but now massaging his tight hole.  "Holy fuck," he
breathed out, and moaned in pace with the fingering.  I pressed my finger
harder and deeper in each pass.  He cried in ecstasy, and took my finger as
an escalation which he met.  His hands on the sides of my face moved to the
back of my head and he started directing my head at first, setting a
faster, more intense pace.  I repositioned my other hand and ventured a
finger all the way inside.  He yelped, almost falling forward, but grabbed
my head more forcefully and started facefucking me.  I felt everything,
pain, desire, satisfaction, lust.  I wanted this.  I wanted to submit to
him, but I also wanted to stand up to him.

	I attuned my fingering to his facefucking, keeping time with him.
This slowed him down, at first, but as his shouts of pleasure got more
intense he picked the pace back up and so did I.  We were sustaining
multiple thrusts per note (Like a Stone, Audioslave), for a few short
minutes.  I couldn't continue after that.  I backed up, sitting on the
floor.  He stepped up to me, and grabbed my jaw on one side, his thumb in
my mouth on my molars, his other fingers wrapped around the bottom of my
jaw and he gripped tight.  "Oh God," I breathed out in a ragged breath,
muffled by his grip on me.

	"That was the hottest thing I've ever felt," he paused, then "and
I'm not done with you."  He came down to my level and his face was
electrified as he came closer, those beautiful eyes and his pure energy
ready to break out.  We kissed hard for a moment before he pushed me down
on my bare back and he tore my pants and underwear off in one smooth,
powerful motion.  He positioned himself into a 69 on top of me.  He got his
penis near my face and I grabbed it, trying to get it in my mouth,
struggling with the angle.  Meanwhile, he got a taste of my precum, closing
his mouth over my erection and bobbing up and down.  The floor ceased to
exist as I sucked him dry, almost down to the root, but I had other ideas.

	While he sucked me off, I turned to his balls, one large firm egg
then the other.  There were easily twice the size of mine, so powerful, so
manly, while I stroked him with another hand.  Then my tongue wandered up
to his hole.  He stopped sucking me just then to say "oh, fuck yeah, go for
it, it feels so good!"  I gave him the tonguing of a lifetime.  I pressed
my tongue to hole, licking all around, and pressing inside.  He started to
open, the hole going deeper with each pass with my tongue, ultimately until
the taste changed.  He was struggling to concentrate on my cock, but that
was fine by me, I usually cum too early.

	Then, he surprised me, "Fuck me, just fuck me already I can't take
it."

	"You're not ready," I lied.  Denying him satisfaction was my
favorite game.  I kept giving him the best tonguing of my life, plunging
in, loosening him, all while continuing to stroke his prodigious cock.  His
hole left a small opening when I pulled my tongue away and I knew I
couldn't hold off any longer.  Adonis was practically screaming with
anticipation and lust.  "It's time, you can take it."  All he could muster
was a low, desperate sob as he crawled forward, allowing me to get up.  I
knew it was his first time, but he was definitely loose enough.  I took him
in from this angle.  I rubbed my hands on his muscular back, supple skin
atop hard muscle.  I grabbed my cock with one hand and grabbed his shoulder
with the other.  I pressed the tip on his hole and moved very slowly
forward.  His wet hole held my pulsing rod with a stranglehold as I entered
him midway, then out, then all the way in.  Adonis looked back at me with
wild eyes, then down at the carpet whispering "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!"

	I picked up my pace, struggling to control myself.  I wanted him so
badly.  I opted instead to hold as much of his skin as I could.  Leaning
forward, wrapping my arms around him, feeling him with my whole body.  I
held him tightly in a bear hug and used the leverage to start really
hammering deep into his gut.  His ass was the perfect firm cushion to my
hard, wild thrusts.  He reached behind himself and grabbed onto my hips,
urging me to go deeper, fuck harder, with an urgency I was only too willing
to satisfy.  I was completely in control, completely dominating this
incredibly strong, youthful, muscular body.  My consciousness became almost
wordless, just two bodies listening and communicating.  The animalistic
grunts and groans belied the beautiful fantasy in my mind.

	As I fucked him harder and harder, I kept envisioning his hard cock
and I suddenly knew I wanted him inside of me.  I slowed, then stopped,
pulling out and stepping away hardly able to stand.  I pulled him back up
to standing, mouthed his cock for a moment, then laid on the bed, and
brought my knees up to my sides, presenting my hole to him.  He gazed at
me, his weight shifted to one side, absentmindedly playing with his giant
cock.  I felt my own hole, and deciding I was ready enough gestured him to
come to the bed and lay his pipe into me.

I growled with lust as his form came close to me, his brown eyes filled
with desire and pleasure, and his chiseled, powerful body grabbed hold of
me and came near. Such beauty, and he wants me. I gasped as he pressed his
wet rod on my eager opening. As he pressed himself in, past the barrier, I
howled with first pain, then delight. He bent over towards me and groaned
as he felt the tightness of my body. With his face close to me, our eyes
locked together, he entered further and further until I felt his firm hips
on my ass. He was all the way in. I was filled up, full of his manhood, and
soon he started thrusting back and forth, each thrust bringing a jolt of
pleasure and I completely came undone. I was entranced, hearing my voice
yelping as if it came from someone else.  I just stayed locked on his eyes
as he filled me, laying his rod all the way into me.  He put his strong
hands on my shoulders, and with better leverage, fucked me harder and
deeper than ever before.  With the new intensity, I began moaning steadily,
unable to control my vocalizations.  He was in complete control and I gave
myself over to him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!! I'm cumming!!" he yelled and he moaned, slowing down
and staying deep inside with one last thrust.  I felt surge after surge of
warm semen inside me.  He touched my penis, red and dripping with precum,
and the moment he had his hand around my rod, I felt my own orgasm coming.
It exploded like a firework, both my moan and the stream after stream of
cum, covering everything.  My ropes became tangled in my chest hair and my
beard.  Adonis, still inside me pressed his firm, lithe body against mine
and kissed me deeply one more time.  He way lying on top of me catching his
breath, and I held him there, my hand lying flat on his sweat-covered back.

After a moment, he backed away, pulling out of my body, allowing his semen
to ooze out of my hole and onto his sheets.  With a commanding tug, he
pulled the sheets halfway off and handed a corner of the top sheet for me
to wipe myself off.  We both wiped ourselves off.  As I became more aware
of my surroundings, I recognized the music still playing (Godsmack).  The
lights were still on, electric bulbs shining brightly and all too ordinary.
It didn't match my emotional/mental/spiritual state.  How could that
experience, maybe the best sex of my life, happen in such an ordinary
space?  Then I heard something else.  The TV?  "Do you hear that?" I asked.

"Yeah, must be the TV."  Roommates.  Of course he doesn't live alone in
this apartment, I had just never considered that.  My face turned red.  He
started looking around, deep in thought.  I was struck by his strong jaw.
"Do you want a shower?" he said awkwardly.  I must have looked a mess.  I
did want a shower, he gave me a towel and led me to the bathroom--I could
heard the TV louder now.  I showered as quickly as I could, just running a
bar of soap over everything.  I put my clothes back on, Adonis was not in
his bedroom.

I slowly made my way downstairs, and sure enough, he had two roommates
sitting on the couch playing video games.  Adonis was in the kitchen,
waiting to show me out.  Even with his sweatpants on, I couldn't believe
how fit and pristine his body looked.  This wasn't how I wanted to end
things.  The roommates looked at me like I had three heads, and stared back
at Adonis in shock.  They were clearly expecting a hot female, not some
chubby older bald guy.  It was awkward for about a full second, but then
Adonis smiled at me.  It wasn't a sheepish smile, just a pure look of
satisfaction with no hint of regret.

He opened his right arm and invited me over to him to let me out.  He
placed his hand on my shoulder and gently brought me to the door.  "Let me
worry about them, um...what was your name?"  I didn't know his name either.

"Scott," I said as if this was the third time I was telling him.  It was
not.  I heard a groan from a roommate.  They were clearly not impressed.  I
turned the door handle and started to walk out, but he stopped me, half
closing the door, and pulled me in for one last kiss.  We exchanged
farewells, see you next time and all that.  Maybe there will be a next
time, but for now I was so fulfilled I could collapse.  I was so grateful
for this experience, for going to another dimension with this warm,
sculpted young man.  I felt sexy, I felt appreciated, and I knew he had as
good a time as I did.  I'm happy if that was a one time thing.  He was
gentle with me, but neither of us is really looking for this relationship.
And it wasn't just sex, in spite of how it may look.  We connected deeper
than that, but I couldn't really put it into words.  I saw Adonis at the
sauna many times after this, and we smiled and felt comfortable with each
other, but we haven't connected again.  Maybe this sparks a new era in his
sexuality, or maybe I'm the only man he ever has sex with.  I don't know,
and I never asked.  I was happy with the situation and so was he, and at
the end of the day, that's all that matters.

End