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Two in the Sauna

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Two in the Sauna by RobMy favorite routine (yes, it is routine) for masturbation is to be totally naked, on my haunches, toes bent forward, heels pressed into the buttocks, knees spread apart about a foot or so, and back straight. Then using one hand (usually the right) to support and caress the balls or maybe slip a finger tip against the anus or even inside a bit, and the other to surround and grasp, I stroke slowly and deliberately the full length of the shaft, drawing the skin along the hard muscle underneath. This is probably Position #1 in the Masturbation Manual, but I love it. It's basic, effective. The process is done slowly, with occasional speeding, some stopping, then resuming to easy, steady stroking. The object being to prolong of the sensations of touching without forcing the climax, but to simply enjoy the pleasure derived from the act, allow fantasies to develop, visualize someone sharing, and allow the sensations to flow over the body and mind. Often, a drop of pre-cum liquid is to be tasted or rubbed around the head. Then, this continued activity, from fast to slow, hard to easy, tender to strong, peaking to relaxing, eventually becomes unstoppable. When the nerves throughout the body begin to tingle, the blood rushes to the face, the ears ring from increased blood pressure, the strokes are shortened and speeded. The hand literally blurs in activity. The sought for, consummate sensation begins. A flush, a stirring in the scrotum, a sensitivity of the glans, and a feeling of something rising within. The sense is real, the flow of semen from the testes, coming up the shaft can be felt. At this point, nothing can interrupt. I am completely separate from the outside world, no sounds, nothing, breaks in. It must be completed. The free hand is placed quickly, palm up, in front of the cock head, and the shaft hand stops to hold and aim the impending release. The orgasmic sensation is incomparable, total, unmatched, real, and wonderful. In surge after surge, the white liquid splews forth -to be caught, held and examined. Sometimes, if it looks "right," I bring the cupped hand filled with the warm semen quickly to my lips and draw that juice to the tongue, to taste, to feel, to fantasize, and then swallow it down. It's salty, different, but a part of me. If possible I remain in the kneeing position as long as the circumstances allow while the pleasurable sensations subside. Since the teen years, few have witnessed this process. It happened, once, in the sauna at the health club of the apartment where I live. It was early morning, I was first one there, and while waiting for the heat to build up, I sat wrapped only in a huge towel. I had begun to touch and hold my genitals, moving them for a comfortable position, and became somewhat aroused. Being alone, I decided it was the perfect opportunity to complete my morning masturbation routine. I continued stroking and massaging myself, and soon was very hard. I made a quick glance through the door window, saw no one, and dropped down for a quick completion of needed relief. Sometime as I became oblivious to my surroundings, nearing orgasm, the door opened and a another resident walked in, stopped directly in front of me, maybe somewhat taken aback over what he had stumbled on. I was at that finish-it-off stage, eyes maybe a bit glossed over, and not quite rational enough to be embarrassed. When our eyes met, he simply said "don't stop. Go on. Finish." He made no attempt to leave, but rather climbed to the top bench and watched. I started again, being so near that I could not let it go unfinished, and with the added excitement of his presence, made those final strokes to bring myself off. I was beyond social proprieties, lost in the other world of gratification, and just took myself over that edge. I made no attempt to hold back or to catch the ejaculate, but let it shoot out, unfettered, in spurt after spurt to the floor. I believe, because of his presence, that I had an orgasm of more pressure and more volume than I had experienced in a long time. Finally, the pressure subsided, and I returned to near normal, dropping to the first bench to catch my breath. I then, self-consciously, looked to see his reaction. The witnessed scene had aroused him. His own towel was spilled around his waist and he was squeezing and teasing himself into erection. His eyes were staring to space, in that trance like condition preceding his own manipulation. I offered that he was free to do his own, in fact encouraged to it for me. He nodded, no more words were exchanged, and he began a slow stroking. His cock grew huge, maybe 8 inches, and very thick. He was circumcised, exposing a nice head, deep red with his blood. As he stroked, working that beautiful tool in strokes of pleasure, I was taken by him. I could not resist. I wanted to touch that beautiful cock, to feel its weight, hardness, energy. Offering my upturned hand, and saying only "may I?" I reached out for him -more a fait acompli than a request. He dropped both hands to his side and rocked forward on his buttocks, pressing that huge tool toward me in a sign of acquiescence. I grasped it gingerly at first, then wrapped my fingers around it -not quite able to close completely - feeling the power and need in it, and then began a slow examination and testing of it's strength. He closed his eyes, leaned back on his hands, and allowed me freedom to continue as I might wish. I started slowly, sped up some, then drew long, easy strokes from the head to the base, letting my fingers push into his belly at the base. He felt good. It was a feeling I had not experienced in many, many years. Touching, holding, stroking another man's cock. What I had missed! He moaned a bit, humming almost, and a clear drop of his precum issued forth. I took that drop off with a finger tip, and spread it all over his cockhead, wetting it, making it more slippery. He moaned louder and I continued, touching that head with my pursed lips, just a peck, a kiss, but mostly stroking him with purpose and energy. In just a few moments I sensed his peaking. He placed his hands on mine, trapping them, stroking himself through me, and climaxed. His first spurt like a fire hose, shooting his semen three or four feet down the bench, and then subsequent spurts, less intense, but equal in volume, continued. He probably had seven, eight additional shots followed by some oozing of the remaining semen. His hand still held mine to him, and he rocked his hips throughout the ecstasy of that great orgasm. "God, you are good," he said after a bit, still panting and gasping for breath. This guy had astounding orgasms. "And you were as well," I responded. When he had finally stopped, he looked at me, and asked "are you a resident here?" I answered that I was, and he suggested we continue at his apartment, the time being such that others would soon be using the sauna as well. I had to continue. We hurriedly dried off, dressed and went to his place. Well........ that's another story.

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