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by Brodski I often pass through Lisbon in Portugal, and usually when I'm there I go to a local sauna which has a room that turns me on a lot. On one wall there is a big mirror, almost floor to ceiling and above it is a television screen with continuous fuck movies. Facing the mirror are three tiers of benches extending the full width of the room. This is a perfect arrangement for wank exhibitionists, of which I'm one, but most of the types who go in there just sit with crossed legs furtively handling themselves underneath their towels trying to pretend their dicks aren't hard - not all of them though. The last time I was there I could see in the mirror another bloke at the end of the top bench who, like me, was sitting without a towel with his legs spread, evidently another show off. We were both playing with our stiff pricks, but not too much when the rest of the audience wasn't going to join in, it's a bit inhibiting trying to have a good rub-up in front of characters who are too nervous to do it themselves or are waiting for 'romance'. After a while they all went off somewhere else, probably for a fumble in the dark room. The other bloke and I swung around so we were facing each other, a couple of metres apart, legs spread and everything on show. He went wild, jacking himself like hell, getting into every position so I could see his dick from all angles, handling his balls with the other hand and as he got hotter and hotter inserting a wet finger up his asshole to help his dick along. He was making a lot of noise, moaning and panting and I urged him on using the dirtiest language I could think of. He didn't want to be touched, just to bring himself off while he knew what response the show was having, and that was fine by me. I stood up and gave him a profile view of my jutting cock getting jacked as enthusiastically as his was. Then I turned around, legs wide apart, bent over a bit so he could look right up my hairy crack and pulled my tool down so it showed from behind. I guessed that might finish him off and it did. He bucked and threshed his legs and spattered himself with his cum, wiped it up and went out. Some other boring types came in, I was too excited by now to bother to conceal so I just sat there jacking while I watched a dick being sucked on the screen. Soon another bloke came in, much more interesting-looking. He took a quick glance around and settled himself on a lower level beneath so he could look straight up me and uncovered his equipment and started working it. He had a sort of cheeky look that really got me going. He gave an indication with his head that he was going outside and I was straight after him. We got into a cubicle and started exploring each other. He was Spanish, 37 or so, a little bit tubby around the belly but good chest and solid thick legs and a rock hard uncut cock. His head, chest, cock bush and ass had been shaved, but not too recently, so he was prickly all over which felt even better. I never shave and I have a full beard and a long curving moustache and he wanted me to rub my face all over him. I got him on his back, spread him wide open and went down on his crotch and brushed his balls and crack. He said he wanted to be worked over while he jacked and he wanted me to shoot over his tool so he could finish off in it. First I was going to straddle him, feeling his prickly chest against my hairy ass as he licked my balls and cock tip while I beat it over him. By now I'd discovered that he had a hot asshole, so I got down between his legs again and started feeling him up, got one finger into him and then another. I was having a great wank probing inside his hole while I watched him jacking his foreskin up and over his glistening dick head. It was too hot to hold back for long. I gave him what he wanted, a cock to cock spurt so he had a fistful of fresh jizz dribbling down his shaft and over his balls. About half a second later he gushed a fountain with enough force to spatter all over my chest. Writing this has got me going again and another load is just on the way ��!