Testicular Exam in theSteam Room

In a previous story I wrote here I described my solo masturbation in the steam room of the athletic club where I swim. That public masturbation is unusual for me, as I am a very cautious person. But the excitement of masturbating to orgasm alone in the steam room, when someone could come into the room at any time, was very exciting, and I have done it three times up until today. Earlier today I decided to kick up the risk a notch. The club was not busy; it was the middle of the afternoon. I was coming out of the gang shower and headed for the steam room for a nice sweat and maybe another masturbation session if I was alone in there, when I saw a young man (about 20) leave the sauna and go to the steam room. He stepped inside and did not seem to know how to turn it on. I was standing at the open door and I pushed the button just outside the door to start the steam. A new round of steam started roiling and I stepped into the steam room, closing the thick glass door behind me. He was taller than I, rather thin, Asian, smooth, and completely naked. That surprised me because in my experience we older guys are quite comfortable nude in front of each other in the locker room, Jacuzzi, sauna, steam room, and gang shower. The younger guys seem much more modest, covering themselves quickly with towels and wearing bathing suits in the steam room. This young man seemed quite comfortable naked in the steam room, which seemed like a new experience for him. I always carry a small towel into the steam room to sit on the tile benches. The young man was standing there, letting the steam envelope him, and I suggested that next time he should bring a towel to sit on the hot bench. As for now, I told him, he could use the short hose and spigot to put cold water on a place on the bench to cool it off for sitting. He did. We were sitting at a right angle to each other, about 5 feet apart, he to my left. We both sat with our legs open some, though at that angle I could see only his dark pubic bush and just a bit of his penis. For a while we said nothing, enjoying the steam and the sweat pouring down our bodies. Very sensual feeling. The hissing of the steam was very relaxing, as well. When the loud hissing stopped, I said that I thought the steam was very relaxing and he agreed. I said I had seen him coming from the sauna; he answered that he liked the dry heat but decided to try the steam. We were silent for a few minutes. The steam was very thick at the beginning of our conversation, but as that spurt of steam stopped the visibility in the room improved and I could see his lanky, smooth body sitting not far from me. He opened his legs a bit. His penis was not large, but (like mine) the wet warmth was making his scrotum relax. I decided to try something more daring than my solo adventures in the steam room. I told him not to freak out, but I wanted to give myself a testicular examination while we were there. Usually my testicles are tight in my scrotum and close to the body, and the steam room is the only place I have low hangers, I explained. We guys should give ourselves self-examination of our testicles, I said, to look for bumps or other irregularities that might be a warning signal for testicular cancer. I said that I would not do that do this if it will make him uncomfortable for me to be handling my testicles. He said that was no problem, that I should feel free to go ahead. I was sitting on the edge of the tile bench with my penis and testicles hanging down between my thighs. I opened my legs a bit more to give him a good view of how I was examining myself, feeling each testicle with my finger tips, rolling each testicle around in my fingers. I tried to sound casual as I asked him if he gives himself regular testicular examinations. Testicular cancer is more common in younger men, under 35, than older men, I told him. Remember that Lance Armstrong had testicular cancer, I said. He never had, he replied, and after a pause he asked me if I thought he should. Absolutely, I said. Young men dont think about testicular cancer, but it is important to catch the cancer early. I offered to talk his way through the examination, and he followed my instructions. I told him to feel gently for small, hard bumps. He found a mass apart from the testicle but I told him that was the tubes that carry the sperm to the semen. He also seemed a bit troubled by the fact that one testicle was hanging lower than the other, but I assured him that was normal. I had continued examining my own testicles as I was guiding him through his self-exam, and I could feel my penis swelling a bit, partly from my own handling of my testicles and part from watching him. I gave my penis a tug or two, and I know he saw that. His penis did not seem to be responding to his handling his testicles, but he was pretty engrossed in the exam. Finally he stopped and announced that he could not feel any hard lumps. I told him that now that he knows what feels normal he should examine himself once a month or so. If you feel anything different, go to your doctor, I advised. I smiled. He smiled back. He thanked me for teaching him how to give himself an examination. My penis has graduated from slightly swollen to a true semi, which I began to stoke slowly. I could see him looking at my cock. I told him that if I were alone in the steam room I would probably take care of my penis as well as my testicles. He smiled. Go ahead, dude, he said. I asked him to step outside the door and push the button again for a new round of steam. He got up and walked toward the door. I could see he was swelling a bit, but not so much that he could not make that brief public appearance outside the door. He pushed the button and closed the door around him, returning to the bench where he had been sitting. The steam filled the room again, and that warm, sensual feeling all over the body returned. Visibility got worse and I could not see him. But once the hissing stopped the only sound was water dripping from the ceiling and my stroking my penis. I wondered if he had begun touching himself. I stroked faster, imagining that he came over to stand in front of me and handle my balls while I stroked my cock. I imagined that my left hand playing with my balls was his hand while I stroked my cock with my right hand. I'm sure I was making sounds but he was quiet finally I reached the point of no return and lifted the hanging end of the towel to catch my cum. I'm sure my breathing clued him that I had cum, but the steam haze was thinning out and maybe he saw the climax. I began breathing steadily again as my cock began its shrink. Finally I got up and said, have a great day. You, too, dude, he said. And I left the steam room. Needless to say I masturbated again furiously when I got home, the body, penis, and testicles of my new friend fresh in my memory. Maybe that testicular examination session will lead to something more in the steam room next time.