Carl yawned and stretched, his mind already on the day ahead. Since it was Saturday, his morning would start with a work out at the gym. He hopped out of bed, eager to reward himself with a long sit in the new sauna after his work out.
Ten minutes later he was at the gym lifting. His muscles were more lean than bulky, which he accepted. It wasn't that he would turn down a thicker build, but since nature hadn't put that in the cards for him, he took advantage of it and built sleek muscle while powerhousing in cardio. He reveled in the burn of exercise, pushing his body to its limits. In no time, he'd worked up a sweat.
When he finished, he rinsed off and headed into the sauna. Wearing only his towel he sat on one of the wooden benches and leaned back, relaxing. It seemed as if all his cares melted away in the thick steam. The temperature was hotter than what he was used to, the heavy air practically drugging him into lethargy. He barely acknowledged the other man who came into the steam room. Carl was having a hard time keeping his eyes open and had a hard time seeing through the steam, but the man seemed about his age, and built like a linebacker.
"Hey," the guy greeted in a friendly manner.
"Hey," Carl mumbled back, limbs heavy. The thought swam through his mind that he ought to get out of the sauna before he passed out, or else he could become severely dehydrated. But his mind fogged over before he could decide to get up.
"Come here often?" The words seemed to float to him from a long distance, though Carl knew the other man was only a few feet away.
"Few times a week," he managed to say. He fought a battle with his eyelids, trying to force them open. When he finally won, the guy was sitting next to him, looking at him curiously.
"Really? I don't think I've ever seen you around before. Guess we must just usually come in at different times in the day. Have a good workout this morning?" He clapped his hand on Carl's shoulder casually. The contact reminded Carl to answer the question, though it was hard to remember what to say with his head swimming. Finally he nodded and gave the guy a weak smile.
"I'm Damien. What's your name?"
"C-Carl..." His ears started to ring and his vision blurred even though he managed to keep his lids open.
"Nice name." Damien smiled at him, rubbed his shoulder a little, then leaned closer. "Interested in a secondary workout?"
Carl's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the question. Another work out? He could barely keep his eyes open! A spark of thought came back to his brain and he remembered he needed to get out of the sauna before he passed out. He lifted his hand feebly and tugged on Damien's arm. When he tried to speak, only a low moan came out.
"Should I take that as a yes?" Damien smirked, wrapping one arm around Carl's waist. Carl wondered what the question had been. He was sure he would be able to remember if it weren't so damn hot! "Let's just take it slow, then," the deep voice next to his ear murmured. Yes, slow sounded good. Carl wasn't in any position to do anything quickly. He nodded limply.
Sweat dripped from his forehead and streaked down his face as his body attempted to cool itself. A bead of moisture fell to his chin, resting there. Then suddenly, the drop of sweat was gone. In its place was a gentle pressure. It was familiar, the soft press... A kiss, he realized. Carl smiled and wondered who was kissing him. The hot little secretary at the firm across the street? The waitress at the bar? The girl he'd sat behind in math class and secretly had a crush on?
He shifted minutely and a tongue stroked his skin, brushing softly against him. Carl shivered in pleasure and fought to open his eyes. He wanted to see who kissed this good. She had to be hot. She just had to be. He struggled, failed, then struggled again. Finally, his eye lids fluttered up and his eyes tried to focus on the face in front of him. Dark hair. Short. Maybe one of those pixie cuts? But shorter than that... His eyes wandered down to bare shoulders. Big shoulders. A body even bigger than his.
A jolt shot through him as he realized he was in the sauna still...being kissed by another man. He tried to sit up and push the guy away but only managed a weak moan. The intense heat had sapped him of all his strength. Damien took his moan as a sign of encouragement and grasped Carl's head in both his hands. He moved to kiss down Carl's neck, tongue finding the hollow of his throat and thrusting against it rhythmically. Another jolt went through Carl as he realized what the thrusting tongue was mimicking. What the other man probably had in mind.
Again he tried to pull away but was made a helpless prisoner inside his weakened body. Damien continued to kiss down his neck and chest, finally stopping at the towel wrapped around his waist. Without hesitation, Damien ripped the towel away and took Carl's cock into his mouth. The moan that came from Carl wasn't a strangled no or a protest. It was a moan of pure pleasure. Despite his confusion and haze, his body had reacted to the kisses, making his cock hard. Damien took advantage of his arousal, sucking hard and drawing Carl's cock deep into his throat. When he groaned, the vibrations of it sent shivers of pleasure through Carl.
He wanted to push Damien away, wanted to protest that he was straight...but all the words fled in the face of such exquisite pleasure. If he closed his eyes and just relaxed, he could pretend it was a woman. Yes, the hands were rougher, yes the touch was different, but he could still pretend. He let his head fall back and simply enjoyed the sensations.
Just when his body started to get close to release, Damien stopped and sat up next to him.
"Ready for more?" he asked huskily. Carl managed a somewhat enthusiastic nod. He should be horrified at the thought of getting a blow job from a guy, but he was already so turned on that he no longer cared. He just wanted to come, he didn't care how.
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