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I could not stop thinking about the little health club at the reception area. The scribbled notes on the wall were titillating, and I was reacting to them as though I had never experienced such sex, ever before. “Show hard in sauna for BJ”. “Suck my 9” tonight ”. “10:30 here”. Whether they were just bullshit graffiti or the real thing, the notes were turning me on in an adolescent way. I wanted to find out if they were for real.

After dinner, I hauled out some of the porno videos that I had brought along, and Chris and I settled in to do some light movie watching. Videos with just male interaction was new for him to see, and he was seemingly glued to the screen. The studs were causing Chris to produce a boner just as they were intended to do. Chris was intrigued with the action and turned on by the demonstration of men having physical sex with other men, with no pretense of anything other than male pleasuring. His eyes were bulging, his crotch was bulging, and his running commentary was a combination of surprise and lascivious delight. He was wanting to get his cock out for stroking but I denied him the pleasure, told him to save all of his sexual energy for later, and he agreed, promising me a great buildup of fluids as well as energy, what with all of the stimulation of the porn.

After a bit of time, however, as with all porno movies, they became dull and boring as satiation set in. We both had had enough. Curled up on the sofa was nice, however, and Chris was very warm and cozy. We were pleasurably making out, lust and sensuality and warm feelings all combined. Inside, however, I had the desire and the plan to hit the sauna and see if anyone else were there. I struggled with the thought of telling Chris of my satyr-like desire, but discarded the notion, sensing that he would object to the concept of seeking out male sex since we had each other. I knew Chris well enough now to know that he would find such a concept detestable, not to mention abhorrent! He was totally immersed in our relationship, and he had spent a lot of time telling me of his feelings for me over the past couple of days. He was doing it again now, and the warm nuzzling and canoodling almost made me forget about the sauna at the reception center. Almost.

We were beginning to paw at each other, in that mode of Hot Damn, Let’s get the clothes off! I cannot take it any longer! When the naughty thought of the sauna crept in again. I pulled away to come up for air, declared the need for a pee stop, and checked the time. Yep, if the graffiti on the walls were correct, then it was almost the witching hour at the sauna. And if we were ever going to get the chance to check it out, it would be now. I returned to find Chris lying on the floor in front of the fireplace, nearly naked, wearing only his jockey shorts. Hard. Bulging towards the ceiling. This was going to take some strong convincing to get him up and dressed. But I knew he would do what I asked; I knew that he would.

Within a few minutes, we were in our jogging clothes, jogging towards the reception area, though Chris had no concept of what I had in mind. I had told him that we needed to get some exercise, and that I needed to good run to get the blood moving. I did tell him that there was a sauna at the reception center health club that I had discovered earlier in the day. I just did not tell him that I expected to check out some meat when we got there! He had groused a bit, but went along with my suggestion, as I knew he would.

We jogged into the parking lot at the reception area, and it did feel good to have the exercise. There were a couple of cars in the lot, but otherwise, the area was quite deserted. We went inside; still no one in sight. The exercise machines were in an almost new state, and all in good working order. Chris always gets into a workout routine with great seriousness and determination. After a bit, however, I told him that I was going to head off into the shower room and the sauna, and asked him to join me. He was intent upon some strenuous something or other, and grunted that he would follow me in a few minutes.

I stripped in the tiny six-foot square locker room, and opened the door to the showers, excited to see that there were several towels hanging on hooks outside the sauna. The shower room floor was wet, and I quickly assessed that it seemed likely that there was a bit of coming-and-going activity from the sauna to the shower and back. I quickly doused myself with a shower, fluffing my dick to make it more impressive at a state of semi-hardness, and pulled open the door to the sauna.

The steam rolled out and around me, and the visibility was almost non-existent as I entered. My eyes were slow in getting adjusted but I finally got my bearings. When I could finally see through the steamy fog, I was aware that, yes indeed! there were some others in here. The little room was L-shaped with three tiers, and there were shadowy forms in both of the corners on various levels of the tiers. I headed for the center of the L, and the top bench. I quickly determined that I had the best seat in the house since I had a view of everything and everyone.

My eyes adjusted and the steam died down, and I was in the perfect position to check it all out. There were five or six guys in there, but it was not easy to discern much about any of them. I had attracted attention with my arrival, and they were all sitting like stone statues, and nothing was happening at all except they were all checking me out. One got up to go to the shower, then another, then another. One got up to adjust the steam, and it kicked in high gear and started hissing and spewing. I was able to get a fairly good view of the guy in profile, and was not surprised to see that he was swinging a partial erection, dangling at least half up, and that confirmed my hope that there might be action here. He sat down again, facing me with knees wide apart, showing me the full frontal view of his manhood, and he was very immodest with it. I like that in a man!

We were both definitely getting excited by showing each other what we had, ignoring anyone else that was in the room with us. Some of those that had drifted out returned, and there was the attempted flurry to become a bit more modest, but everyone in there knew it was a game. When I got too hot from the steam, I headed out to the shower for a cooling off, and a couple of the guys followed me out. Your typical Suburban Daddies, every one of them. I would have wagered that every one of them had a spouse back in a romantic cabin up the road. They were trying to act casual and uninterested while showering, though the hardening of their dick gave them away. Then it was a scurry to get back to the sauna where they could close their eyes, and lean back with a waving rod for others to admire. I was going frantic with the non-touching, and realized that I was probably going to be the one to start the action if it were ever going to happen.

So I did it. One of the studs on the middle bench tier was showing a really nice piece of meat, and it was waving at me. I put a hand on his knee, and he did not flinch, so my hand went straight to his dick. He seemed to sigh deeply when I got a good grip. He kept his eyes closed, and was going to try to ignore it all while appreciating the work I was doing, and that made me smile. My boldness caused a couple of the other guys to loosen up and the groping began in slow motion, though no one in there was surprised. Every fucker in there had been waiting for someone to make the first move, and now everyone in there had a hard swinging dick. I was being groped by more than one, there were hands everywhere, on my cock and balls, fingering my ass, and I was also having fun with a hard cock in each hand, and leaning over from time to time to suck on the beer-can-cock on the middle tier at my eye level.

Even with all this, I was very aware that Chris was very nearby, and when the door opened, I sensed that it was Chris even before I heard his voice. He called my name: “Ed, are you in here?” I withdrew from all that I was doing, and the other guys all seemed to retract as well, and when I answered, Chris said he would find me in the steamy fog if I would keep talking. My eyes were totally adjusted, and I could see him clearly. I kept talking and also reached out for his hand, and guided him to a seat right beside me. The room remained largely silent except for the sputtering of the steam. I knew that Chris could now likely see the others, none of whom were doing anything naughty at all.

I reached for his hand and placed it in my crotch, and he instinctively reacted negatively to the possibility of being seen doing anything like this and removed his hand. I persisted, and he finally relented and got a grip on my hard cock, but looking over the room with apprehension. All eyes were on him, and he knew it or sensed it. His own cock was thickening and lengthening. I leaned over to his neck and ear, nuzzling him, and I knew that he was struggling and was both accepting and yet rejecting such display in front of others. I whispered to him, a command: “Suck me.” His back went stiff as a board, as he froze with the suggestion. But I kept it up, and I knew that he was under my control and would do whatever I asked. He looked at me in the steam, his eyes almost pleading, “Please don’t make me do that here,” he whispered, but I was determined. And he was helpless to not do as I commanded. With a resigned reluctance, Chris moved over and went down on me, getting on his knees and working on me between my legs. I was thrilled with my power over him.

The situation was highly sexually stimulating for me, and I was reveling in it. The guys around us swung into action, some moving closer to watch Chris give me the blowjob and jacking themselves, and once again, I had a cock in each hand, while Chris was sucking me. And I saw it coming before Chris was aware of the action of a guy heading towards Chris’ crotch, to give him head. I saw the guy lock onto Chris’ dick, I saw Chris flinch. He bolted and pulled off of me quickly, and started to pull away, but I put my hand on his head and guided him back to my cock, and then put my hand on his shoulder, calmed him, and told him to not move. The cocksucker in his crotch got into position again, and Chris let him go where he wanted to go. Chris followed my instructions, as I knew he would. One of the other guys was now rubbing his ass, and I knew that Chris was having some finger exploration inside, which was, of course, just making him give me hotter oral service as it all seemed to be happening in an orchestrated manner.

Chris was face-fucking one of the Daddies, and the guy that was playing with his ass decided it looked good enough to eat, went to his knees and buried his tongue in Chris’ ass. That was good enough for Chris to lose a load, and he was nearly chewing my cock bloody as he was being pleasured at all of his erogenous zones. Sucking me, while being sucked and rimmed. He lunged forward with his orgasm, burying his head on my chest while the guys that were working his genitals finished him off completely. He was quivering with the thrill of it all.

We moved out of the sauna, and showered, with several of the Daddies showering with us, all still in a turned-on state, whether they had been drained or not. The whole bunch was so similar to us: a wedding ring on every man, not one of them much older, and no one much younger. A very homogeneous group. A very homo group. All Suburban Daddies, no doubt about it, though no individual names or details was ever exchanged.

Chris and I walked back to our little cabin, a mile away, with no energy to jog. I was very much wanting Chris’ reaction, but he did little talking other than an occasional “Wow,” or a long sigh, or a mumble or moan, not intelligible but not a note of dissatisfaction either.

Inside the cabin, we stoked up the fireplace, and trotted out the brandy. Chris was intent upon staring deeply into the fire. I could take it no longer, and broke the silence, asking him to tell me all about how he felt. He took a long deep breath, and said, “OK, here it comes.”

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