(All characters are 18+ and consenting adults.)
I felt his cock get fully hard in my mouth.
He was leaning back against the sauna wall with one hand loosely in my hair, fingers kinda splayed like he couldn’t decide whether to grip or just rest there. I could hear him breathing deep, almost like he was quietly laughing at himself. When I took him deeper and pressed my tongue hard along the underside, a low, raspy sound escaped him.
"Jesus… you’re in no bloody hurry, are ya?" he muttered, voice sounding both amused and breathless.
I didn’t answer. I was too busy focusing on how he tasted. Salty, steamy, and something that was just him. Sweat from his stomach ran down in a thin trickle and mixed with my spit as it dripped off my chin.
It hadn’t started like this.
Half an hour earlier I’d been sitting in the sauna staring at a spot on the wall where someone had scratched “Johnnie 2019” with a key or something sharp. The place was almost empty. Just me and him, that tall bloke with the slightly too-long legs and a nasty scar running straight across his left knee. He was sitting opposite with the towel slung lazily over his thighs like he couldn’t be fucked fixing it.
After a while he got up to throw water on the rocks. When the steam rolled up he came back and sat right next to me instead. His shoulder brushed against mine.
He leaned his head back against the wall and after a bit, without looking at me, he said:
"You’ve got this… real calm energy about ya. Doesn’t happen much in here."
I let out a small snort. "What’s the usual then?"
He thought about it for a second. "Blokes trying real hard to look like they’re not looking."
We sat in silence for a moment. Then, out of nowhere, he said:
"By the way, I’m Leon. Not that it probably matters right now."
I gave a weak smile. "Nah. Not really."
He shifted a little, draping his arm along the back of the bench behind me. Not around me, just along it. His fingertips barely grazed my shoulder.
Eventually he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and looked straight at me with a half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
"You’re staring at my dick like you’re trying to decide if it’s worth the effort or not."
I felt my face heat up. He was already half-hard. The towel had slipped up, showing way more than it should.
Leon didn’t say anything else. He just pulled the towel off completely, took his cock in a loose grip and slowly stroked himself, almost thoughtfully, like he was waiting for me to make up my mind.
I swallowed. Then I slid down onto my knees on the warm wooden floor. The boards felt rough against my skin.
Now he sat there with his legs spread wide and me between them. His hand rested lightly in my hair, thumb gently brushing over my temple, almost tender. I took him into my mouth and started sucking him nice and slow. He tasted stronger now, more sweat, more skin.
Suddenly he sucked in a sharp breath.
"Fuck… what are you doing with your tongue, mate? That’s not normal," he muttered, then let out a low chuckle like he couldn’t help it.
I smiled around his cock and kept going, taking him deeper, letting the saliva run freely. His thighs tensed on either side of me.
After a while he whispered, voice a bit cracked:
"You suck like you’ve found a secret you don’t wanna share with anyone else."
He leaned his head back against the wall again, eyes half-closed.
"Take it easy… I wanna feel like you actually wanna be down there."
I slowed right down, making every movement deliberate. His hips started moving in small, uneven little thrusts, like he couldn’t stop himself.
Eventually his grip tightened in my hair, not rough, more like he was steadying himself.
"I’m gonna come soon," he said hoarsely, almost like a warning. "And fair warning, it’s gonna be a proper mess."
I took him deeper as an answer. He groaned, his body jerked, and then he came. Thick, heavy pulses hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed and swallowed while he breathed out in short, ragged bursts.
When it was over he leaned forward, took my face in both hands and wiped a streak of cum off my cheek with his thumb. He looked at me for a long moment.
"You’re dangerous, you know that?" he said quietly, almost to himself. "Dangerous in a way that makes me wanna come back here tomorrow."
He gave a crooked, tired smile.
"And yeah… I’m actually called Leon. In case you ever wonder when you don’t have my cock in your mouth."