Walking up to where the Sauna was, I quickly noticed a pair of nicely folded clothing set in the far corner of the changing room, thinking nothing of it at the time, I continued on to the sauna. Opening the door, pillars of steam bathed across me as I stepped inside only to make out the image of another person in the room. A man, rough hard build, muscular, and even more impressive, completely naked and shall I say well developed and hung from what I could see hanging over the corner of the bench. Apparently, at that late hour, he either didn't see reason for the swimsuit rules, or just didn't care, and to be honest I was more than all right with his anti-clothing rules.

Something sexual inside me snapped, the flash of the security uniform I saw just outside in the changing room, and I found myself dropping to my knees in front of him. Barely able to make out his face, my lush, moist lips less than an inch from the tip of his growing, pulsating cock, blowing on it with my breath before gazing up into his eyes, taking in the hardened curves of his stomach and chest that I could see shadowing under the steam around us.

"Mmm," he grunted softly, arching his head up against the back wall, as I ran the tips of my fingers over the underside of his cock, flicking my thumb over the intersection that connected the shaft to the head.

Loving the sexual sounds of his grown, I pressed the tip of my tongue over his cockhead for the first time. I was amazed with the taste, finding the salty, yet tangy flavor to my liking as I flicked my tongue around the sponge like head repeatedly.

"Mmmm yes," I paused for a quick moment, never taking my eyes off it, "It's been so long since I've had a hot, long cock in my mouth," I said, smacking my lips. "I know your cocks really sensitive right now so you can put your hands on my shoulders for support." I sighed, pressing his cock upwards, getting a full look at the underside, as I glided the palm of my other hand savagely under his balls, grasping them firmly in my hand, I could feel how large they were, how full of cum, how ready they were to release their load through his sack.

"Mmm," he panted, giving in to me, arching his head up towards the ceiling, planting his hands firmly against my shoulders, allowing me to get a better angle, a better sight at the fullness of my rock hard present. Tightening his grasps on my shoulders as he lunged his hips forward, blowing a thick load of clear pre-cum from the tip of his cock.

"Damn, don't waste it," I hissed, wanting so much to take him in my mouth, so much to taste his cum pumping down my throat, claiming me as his one and only whore.

Running the tips of my fingers down the shaft, tightening them around the base, I pressed my thumb against the underside pumping his cock slowly at first, yet strongly in the palm of my hands. Working him over as I increased the firmness of my fists around him; increased the pace of each passing pump across his length.

"Fuck...," he whimpered, slowly rocking his hips to my rhythm, increasing the flow, the feeling of my hand, the pleasure of my heat against his body. "Yes...," he panted, enjoying every flick of my fingers upon him.