I suspect that a few readers from SE UK could recognise the place I'm about to share my memory of, however, I will be discreet and refrain from divulging its name and location to avoid any possible embarrassment.

There was this small health spa - mostly likely long gone now - that once a week offered a men only evening. It was equipped with a boxed in sauna and a big steam room with an adjoining rest area. There was also a small jacuzzi but most of the time it wasn't functional. Both the steam room and sauna were exceptionally hot; providing a welcome treat during the cold winter.

The thing was this Men Only session didn't seem to be that popular - maybe not widely known about - because when I went there, back then, there were only 2 or 3 fellas at any one time.

Anyhow, this happened on my first visit and was totally unexpected.

I'd been informed that trunks must be worn and nudity wasn't permitted. Odd, given it was a same sex space however those were the rules stipulated on the notices.

On my first visit the place appeared vacant. I thought I had it all to myself, anyhow I undressed and entered into the darkened wooden sauna box, where there was this one chap, sat up high without a stitch on. He was middle aged, well built and hairy. I had thought nakedness wasn't allowed but didn't say anything. Anyway, he looked down at me and asked me if I didn't mind him not wearing shorts. "That's fine by me" I replied as I glanced up at his solid, sweating body. After awhile I said "I think I'll join you, if you're sure that's alright" "Don't worry mate, there's no-one around to check" he answered.

So I slipped my trunks off but cautiously covered my privates with a small towel. He smiled and talked about his work in the Secret Service taking him abroad and how he was back home on leave, and came there to relax; take time out from his wife and kids.

Anyhow, he gradually relaxed and opened his legs, giving me some difficulty averting my eyes from his crotch. He must have been aware he had my attention because he had turned to give me a full frontal view of his privates, so directly I could not avoid staring now. My towel started twitching from my growing erection underneath. His own slackened dick stiffened just a little into a semi. Was this some kind of entrapment? I was thinking. Are there hidden cameras?

I thought it best to move over to the steam room. I was sat in there for a bit, alone with the steam so thick I could barely see my feet. The door opened and my sweaty man stepped in, still naked. Holy smoke, this becoming a real turn on. My sex was again steadily rising as he sat down quite close. He carried on chatting about his work. I thought I going to take a risk and shifted my leg so it very gently brushed against his. What do you know, his slack dick began to rise up.

He went quiet. He then stood up, turned his back to me & bent right over. Well, I couldn't be expected to restrain myself any longer. This temptation was overwhelming. I reached over and with my wandering hand explored his arse through the swirling steam. I located his moist rum hole. It was tight and lightly greased, I suppose with a dab of vaseline. "Go ahead, fuck me, mate", he hoarsely whispered.

Hell, I thought, this isn't what I expected at all and hadn't come prepared for. "We can't do that here" "Why not?" "Even if we could fella, I can't, I ain't got protection with me, have you?" "No" he replied "That's a shame"

At that precise moment a third dude opened the door and my man sat down real fast, knotting his towel around his waist. Not that anyone could see that clearly in the dense steam. This newcomer came in and sat on the other side of me. He started talking about his stress at work that day as a security guard. I reckon he must have sensed he had interrupted us as he let his dick peep out from a gap in his wrapped towel. It was cocked, semi erect, that much was evident. So, there I sat, between two burly blokes, both in a state of partial sexual arousal, chatting innocently about the stress of their work.

I thought I gotta make a move here, everyone was acting too coy and the air of sexual tension was very real. So I said something like "What we all needed was a bit of stress release" They both muttered their agreement. Boldly, I reached into the steam and clutched a hardening prick in each fist. "I know some fun stress release" I exclaimed. There was a chuckle and each opened their legs for ease of access. I fondled their sacks and balls gently and ran my wet finger tips over their foreskins. My own sex was hard now, like a bolt.

Surprisingly, the newcomer then leaned across me and took the first guy into his mouth. I watched this for a bit as I continued wanking the sucker and twisting his nipples. After a while I stood up and pointed my erection towards the guy getting the blow job. He took hold of it and drew me in so he could suck me. At first he gingerly licked around my flange before taking me fully into his gob. So he was sucking whilst getting sucked himself, lucky dude.

After a few minutes of this, I prodded him to stand up and for us both to offer the newcomer our stiff pricks. "Fancy two for the price of one" I quipped. Duly our man endeavoured to take both dicks into his mouth but couldn't quite manage it, so instead he alternated, sucking on one then the other.

The first chap, the Secret Services agent, began to moan a bit as he held the suckers ' head in place between his hands. He arched on his feet, buckled his knees and silently ejaculated hard. I was, by this point so turned on, I eased his sex out and hastiedly thrust myself in the warm, cum full mouth, immediately shooting my own load. "Oh yeah" our gobbler dribbled. "Lovely" he added as he furiously masturbated before spurting into my extended hand; covering my palm and finger in his hot mess.

"Hell, we all needed that one, fellas" I said. "It's only stress release, it's natural" the security guard joked. We laughed at that, as we all left the steam together to wash down in the communal showers.

As we were drying off the agent guy, turned to me and said next time bring a condom. "Can do" I replied then slapped his arse with my towel "You tart" I added. He grinned back.

What else went on in those open showers on another occasion, is for another day.