Went to Hava na Sauna in Denver. I felt absolutely drained being outdoors and needed to shower off with sweat and sunscreen in my eyes. The spa had recently renovated their aging facility; and as such, it even received recognition by the Denver Westword Mag.
The crowd was pretty sparse when I arrived with nobody at the lockers. A body-builder-looking man passed me, heading out as I entered. I acknowledged him. Passed one other patron who politely smiled at me, from what I could tell without glasses. Took a long shower, flushing out my eyes to get rid of the burning sunscreen/sweat sensation. I felt especially naked since I couldn't see anything with the burning sensation, my bare rear exposed to the cold plunge and jacuzzi with no barrier. I retired to the jacuzzi with drooping eyelids, shutting my eyes and not acknowledging anyone. Hot jets pounded my body.
Occasionally I opened my eyes to glimpse around. Someone naked entering the hot pool. A illuminated sign asking you shower off before entering the pool. A phallic spout on the ceiling, arcing a stream of cold water in the cold pool. The waterfall made a rhythmic crashing noise. I felt heat and energy creeping in. The cold pool looked especially good, so I waded to the stairs and walked over to the cold pool. My body and testes were relaxed from the jacuzzi's warmth, radiating steam. I slowly entered the pool: first shins, then thighs, then penis, then navel and torso. Not quite a deep pool but very refreshing. The waterfall of cold water from the ceiling pounded my neck and back. A naked darker man joined me, doing some very short laps in the comically shallow and small "pool". He was blurry but graceful, arms and shoulders peeking above the surface with his freestyle stroke.
After sufficiently cooling, I left to the "hot floor" room with yoga mats. Porcelain tiles surrounded me with a cave-like, uneven ceiling, embedded with glittery looking gems and stones. Pigeon pose to stretch the groin. A prayer pose, fully outstretching arms on the ground, prostrating myeslf to the wall with palms on the mat. The plumbing and heater made a low hum. I was happy nobody was in the room, as my typically lean body made odd shapes and creases with each pose. I became more aware my belly was loose and fully distended bending over into prayer pose. My flaccid penis and pendulous scrotum were on full display. If someone were behind me, my buttocks too; or perhaps even more intimately, my ring creases. But that thought process vanished with the moisture. The dry heat and stretching made my body loose and tired again, so I laid on a reclining poolside chair alone. I fell shortly asleep on the pool chair. Stretching my toes, itching my nose, then laying still like a corpse.
I woke up to a half-covered man looking at me, directly across the room in another pool reclining chair. I was competely naked and felt slightly self-conscious, as I did not remember how long he had been looking at me napping. I couldn't see him too well, but he was friendly and asked where I was from and how often I came to the spa. After some chit-chat, I took my leave for the sauna. I walked over, more tired from my nap with slightly swollen, warm eyelids and full cheeks. My testicles felt as large as ripe plums, slapping my legs as they swung. A quick dip into the cold pool fixed my langorous stupor before the steam room.
I opened the door to a low hiss, with a slightly hazy mist obscuring my vision. My wet foosteps slapped on the ground, with an louder slap of my butt on the tile, like a piece of meat hitting the counter. Three other nude men were in the dimly lit room, quietly resting. I too laid my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the humidity filling my nostrils and lungs. After some rest, I noticed one of the men had moved closer to me on my left. He seemed to be rubbing his stomach, and I closed my eyes again. His shadowy figure seemed to be leaning over, looking at my slightly open thighs. I could feel the stare, as if he wanted it deliberately. I felt tired, but slight warmth and excitement fill my stomach and thighs. I became more aware of my pelvis and lower stomach, the warmth in my flaccid penis and scrotum resting between my thighs, and the wetness under my buttocks.
I realized it was happening, as soft hands touched my knees at first, like a game of "are you nervous yet". He tested the outside of my thighs, then the inner thigh. I hadn't experienced this feeling in a long time, and my body was loose, but also tight and slightly nervous. His hands proceeded to the shaft of my penis, twisting and rubbing my foreskin of the shaft, and then my sheathed head. He explored deeper, sliding his hands to the base of my penis, then into the crevasse between my thigh and scrotum, slightly cupping my hairless scrotum, then returning attention to my slightly droopy and engorged penis. He was rubbing me and himself at the same time. By now, I was becoming more erect, and I was aware that the other men in the sauna were watching this unfold, and my back unconsciously arced from the sensations. I was embarrassed, but I wanted them to see this. The mist clouded my vision and my inhibitions.
The man on my right, a slightly older man with whitish hair, also was watching. As he was on the lower bench, he had a perfect view of my crotch. He also had perfect access, taking a turn at jerking my now-erect penis and playing my balls while the man on my left moved onto my buttocks, carressing them and sliding his fingers between and under my cheeks, staying slightly away from my anus. I stayed still, allowing them to explore my body. The man on my left started to unsheath my penis, revealing the meatus and brushing my exposed tip, sending sensations shooting through my groin, down to my testes and up through my bladder and prostate. Fingers reached up my touched my nipples which were getting sensitive, like tiny knobs on a thermostat that controlled my libido. My body ached and I felt feverish. The men looked at me, enjoying the signs of my pleasure written across my face and body, while also gauging consent. I needed to calm down and gently pushed their insistent hands away from my reddish, stiff penis which was angled straight up against my stomach like the needle of a meter's dial. They continued to rub me. My body was basking in ecstasy, but my mind remained stubbornly in reality, realizing the mess and embrassment of my pleasure. I needed to leave the room and gently pushed their hands away for the final time. "I need to cool off", I said. I went into the cold pool with a subsiding erection pointing the way.
After awhile to cool off, which involved drinking copious amounts of water, I went to the dry sauna with the slightly older man with the white hair and larger stomach. He moved over to me, with a demure greeting. By this time, my erection had subsided, but I felt so much more naked that he had seen me erect in pleasure, writhing at his touch, being unabashed with two complete strangers. I had renewed desire to feel that again with less embarrassment, now that I was alone with him. He read my face, and moved over on the wood bench. I could see him more clearly without the mist, and his eyes went from my face, to my chest, my stomach, then my penis and thighs. He moved his hands slowly over my foreskin, paying more attention to the ridge of my glans and rubbing it in the way I like. He unsheathed me sooner, pulling my skin back and revealing some pre-cum forming at the tip of my erection. I faced the door of the dry sauna, with no mist to obscure my growing pleasure. "You have a wonderful body", he said. I stayed still, letting him explore my youthfulness, allowing him to run his hands across my smooth thighs and through my smaller tuft of groomed, dark pubic hair. I looked at his not-erect penis, which looked like mine without foreskin, but he had a smaller scrotum. He also had a tuft of light pubic hair that marked the lower part of his round stomach. His finger went back to my stiff penis, as he lightly pinched the head of my exposed glans. I felt his pruny fingerprint ridges running over the ridges of my exposed penis head, sending me close to ecstasy and shooting pleasurable sensations through my thighs and stomach as he smiled. I involuntarily bent over at the sudden feeling, putting my hand on his.
A few figures moving outside the sauna brought me back to ground, and I told him I didn't want to cum. He nodded and smiled as he slowly stopped exploring my genitals. I felt fondness, as he was a good listener as well as experienced, knowing my body almost as well as me. We were playing, and I was his toy. My white-hot desire to orgasm lessened and was replaced with a more gradual, warm sensation of familiarity at someone who just saw you at your most naked. I let him massage me, touching other parts of my body yet-explored, like my shoulders, my chest, my armpits and biceps. Getting up, I playfully grabbed his hand and smacked my own butt with it and left, feeling satisfied with my encounter and much more confident, and even more attractive. We dressed together at the lockers, and I dressed faster than him. He gave my ass a final smack on the way out.
