Chapter 8
TOBY
It looks like any other sauna: wooden walls, benches along the sides, and a big heater in the middle with hot stones on top, pouring clouds of steam into the room.
The only thing that sets it apart is the two guys in the corner, naked, their bodies pressed together, mouths locked in a passionate kiss. They pay us no attention as we walk in.
Diesel and I keep our towels on and sit down on the opposite side of where the action is happening.
“Shit, Tobs, this place is wild, huh? Never knew there were so many gays in this city.” Diesel does his best to keep it low, but with a voice like his, it’s pointless.
“It’s a little surprising, yeah. And they’re all so... forward.”
“Right? Guys being guys, I guess. Can you imagine a straight bathhouse where women show up to have sex with strangers? It would never work. Men are different. We get straight to the point, y’know.”
“That’s… damn, Diesel, you’ve put some serious thought into this.”
“Yeah, but don’t you agree? Men are hunters, so give them a place like this and they hunt, right? It’s just instinct.”
I glance over at the couple, their bodies slick with sweat as they grind against each other.
“Yeah. Guess you’re right.”
“But damn, our boy Micah, huh? He sure was enjoying himself, wasn’t he?”
My mind drifts back to the sight of Micah with a mouthful of cock, his eyes closed, lips stretched wide. It must’ve taken real effort to cram all of that into his mouth, because Hawk’s packing some serious equipment.
“Y-yeah, I guess he was,” I stammer, tugging on the edge of the towel, trying to hide the fact that my dick is standing at full attention.
“I’ve got to admit, Tobs, it didn’t leave me totally cold either, seeing him like that.”
I whip my head toward him, brows shooting up. “Huh?”
Diesel smirks. “You know what I mean. Just ‘cause I’m straight doesn’t mean I don’t get a little worked up from a scene like that.”
I gape at him. The guy I’ve known for years. The one who talks nonstop about tits and pussy. The same guy who was bragging just last week about how he had a girl in the passenger seat of his Jeep, sucking him off while he drove her home from a party.
Now he’s telling me that seeing Micah get face-fucked turned him on?
“What?” he says, leaning back against the bench with a smirk. “You’re telling me you didn’t feel anything?”
I open and close my mouth, not sure what to say. Do I lie or admit that, yeah, the sight had a pretty strong effect on me?
Diesel lets out a hearty laugh. “Oh, shit, Tobs, you did! You should see your face right now, all red and sweaty…”
“Yeah, we’re in a sauna, genius. Of course I look red and sweaty,” I say defensively.
“Mm-hm.” Diesel grins. “Sure.”
“Alright, fine, yeah, I might’ve felt something. Satisfied now, detective?”
“Hey, it’s just us here, right? I’m not gonna tell Cole or Omar or anything.”
“Right.”
“You trust me, don’t you?”
“Course I do. You know that.”
“Exactly.”
Diesel grabs the side of his towel and, in one swift motion, yanks it off, letting his massive erection spring free. My eyes nearly pop out of my head.
“See, that’s the kind of reaction I’m talking about.”
“Jesus, Diesel,” I say, looking away. “I thought you said it had you a little worked up.”
“A little much then?”
“I’d say that qualifies as more than a little worked up, yeah.”
I try to keep my eyes focused on the wall in front of me, but it’s difficult when your friend’s dick is right there, pulsing with life.
Diesel is big. Like, really fucking big. His size matches his massive frame, and that’s saying something. The dude’s 6’4” and 225 pounds. The tallest guy on the team, much to Cole’s annoyance.
I mean, I knew he was hung, but I never saw it hard before.
My own cock strains against the fabric of the towel. But I keep it wrapped tight around me, refusing to let my friend see how much the sight is affecting me.
But Diesel is having none of that. He leans closer and nudges me in the ribs.
“Come on, Tobs, you don’t have to hide from me. I know you’re sporting one too.”
My cheeks burn even hotter.
“It’s kinda obvious, man. That circus tent you got going on there.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m going to whip it out.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s… weird.”
He lets out a laugh. “Weird? We’re in Lumen, bro. How much weirder can it get? We’re surrounded by naked guys. I saw a dude with his ass in the air getting fingered a few rooms away. Us getting hard is the least weird thing about this place.”
“Yeah, but I mean us specifically. You’re my bud, not some random stranger.”
“Aight. I’m gonna ask you once, Toby. And if you say no, fine, I’ll drop it. But think about it, man. We’re here, nobody knows us, and we both got a serious case of wood right now. You know what I’m getting at, right?”
I look him right in the eye, my pulse racing. “You’re not seriously suggesting we—”
“Wouldn’t it be a shame to let these bad boys go to waste?” His hand glides over my towel and squeezes my erection through the fabric.
I suck in a breath. “Shit, Diesel…”
“You wanna?”
I stare at his thick fingers, nails bitten down, as they massage my throbbing cock. It feels good. Really fucking good.
But this is Diesel, for crying out loud. I’ve known the guy for years. How does he expect me to be casual about this?
He must read the hesitation on my face because he lets go and holds up his hands.
“Hey, no problem, Tobs. No biggie. I just thought, y’know, we could have a little fun. But maybe you’re right. Maybe this is a little too—”
“Fuck it,” I mutter, yanking off my towel. I take his wrist and guide his hand back to my cock while reaching for his, wrapping my fingers around the warm flesh.
We both let out a shaky breath, letting our heads fall back as we start pumping our fists.
It feels strange, holding a cock that isn’t mine. Especially one so massive. I can’t even get my fingers all the way around it. But it feels familiar too. The motion, the warmth, the way the skin glides over the rigid core. It’s not different from my own, yet it is.
His cock leaks rivers of precum over my fingers, and I use it as lube, massaging it along his shaft, my thumb swiping over the sensitive tip.
“Fuck, bro,” Diesel groans, eyes half-lidded. “That’s some nice fucking grip you got there.”
“Yeah, I practiced a lot on myself,” I joke.
“I guess that’s something else dudes know better, huh? How to hold a dick. We know exactly what feels good.”
“Damn right we do,” I pant.
“Look at us, man. Couple of horny bastards. What do you think the others would say if they saw us right now?”
“They’d be pretty surprised, that’s for sure.”
I look to the corner of the room where the guys are now lying on top of each other, completely unaware of us, their faces buried in each other’s crotches.
It fuels the fire in my gut. All that pent-up arousal hits a boiling point, and I can’t control myself anymore.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I lean forward and take the swollen head of Diesel’s cock between my lips, licking the fresh beads of precum off his slit. The taste of him explodes on my tongue.
“Jesus Christ, Tobs,” he grunts.
“Too much?”
“Hell nah, just… didn’t expect that.”
I smile and dip my head back down, dragging the flat of my tongue over the underside of his cock, feeling the bulging veins throb against my mouth.
Fucking hell, he tastes good. So warm and sweet and earthy. It makes my dick leak all over his fist.
I lap at his balls, taking them into my mouth, sucking softly while my hand works his shaft. Diesel throws his head back, his hand resting on the back of my neck, and lets out a deep moan.
Then I push myself to take as much of his cock as I can. It stretches the limits of my jaw, and tears sting the corners of my eyes, but it feels so damn good to have a big, pulsing cock between my lips.
My first.
And judging by the noises Diesel makes, I’m doing something right.
“Tobs, that’s—shit, that feels good, man. You sure you never did this before?”
I bob my head up and down his cock, spit dripping from my lips and sliding over his heavy, cum-filled balls. When I pull back and smile up at him, a string of drool connects his dick to my mouth.
“Nope. Just going off what I like myself. Glad to hear it’s working.”
“C’mere,” he says, tugging my arm. “Lemme return the favor.”
He lies down on the bench and pulls me on top of him, my knees on either side of his head. I bend forward and take his cock into my mouth again. At the same time, I feel his tongue flick over the tip of mine.
Jesus. That’s Diesel right there, sixty-nining me, lapping up the precum leaking from my cock. His warm mouth engulfs the head, and he takes me down inch by inch until the whole thing is buried inside him.
We work our mouths in tandem, our tongues gliding over each other, our moans muffled by the hard cocks between our lips.
We lick and slurp and suck like there’s no tomorrow, the wet sounds echoing through the steamy room. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and we slide against each other like two giant, slippery eels.
I leak a constant stream of precum, which Diesel eagerly swallows. His Adam’s apple works overtime, and his stubbled chin glistens with my fluids. He must be loving the taste, judging by the way his cock is throbbing in my mouth.
And what a heavenly feeling it is, his wet, velvety tongue gliding over my hard shaft while I try to stuff his monster cock down my throat. My whole body vibrates with the pleasure of it, sending tingles from my head to my bare toes.
If someone had told me this morning that by the end of the day I’d be blowing one of my best buds while he returned the favor, I would’ve thought they were nuts. But now that it’s happening, I can’t believe we haven’t done this before.
If I’d known it would feel this good, I would’ve given in to the temptation a long time ago.
Diesel and I are so caught up in our pleasure that we don’t even notice the glass door of the sauna slide open. Don’t hear the slap of heavy flip-flops on the tile. Not until they stop right next to us.
Only when a shadow falls over our bodies do we pause mid-suck and glance up.
Two men are standing there, staring down at us.
I almost choke on Diesel’s cock when I see their familiar faces, eyes wide with disbelief.
Omar and Cole.