I suspect that a few readers from SE UK might recognise the place I'm about to share my memory of, however, I'll 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 of us fellas there 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 and reinforced 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 permitted 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" he replied.

So I pulled my trunks off but cautiously covered my privates with a small towel. He grinned and began to talk about his work in the Secret Service, working abroad, how he was now home on leave, and came there to relax; taking time out from his wife and kids.

Anyhow, he relaxed his body and opened up his legs, giving me some difficulty averting my eyes from gazing at his crotch. He very aware he had my attention because he turned to give me full frontal view of his phallus, so direct I could not avoid staring now. My little towel started twitching from my semi-erection underneath. His own slack dick also started to stiffen 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, red-faced man stepped in, still naked. Oh man, this was becoming such a turn on. My sex was again rising as he sat down quite close. After more chat about his work, he paused and said "You get wandering hands in here, if you know what I mean" "Really?" I replied. Well, I thought I'll take a small risk and shifted my leg so it gently brushed against his thigh. What do you know, he went quiet and his chunky dick began to swell and rise.

After an awkward couple of minutes he stood up, turned his back to me & bent right over. Well, I couldn't be expected to restrain myself any longer. The temptation was overwhelming. I reached over and with my wandering hand explored his generous buttocks through the swirling steam. "Umm, nice" he said. I parted his hairy arse cheeks and located his moist hole. It was a little loose and lightly greased, I guess from 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 pity".

At that moment a third dude opened the door and my man sat down hastily, knotting his towel around his waist. Not that anyone could see that clearly in the dense steam. This newcomer stepped in and sat down on the other side of me. He started talking about his job-related stress 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, all in a state of partial sexual arousal, chatting innocently about the stress of work.

I thought who's gonna make a move here? Everyone was acting coy and the air of sexual tension was palpable. So I said something like "Maybe what we all need is some 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 balls gently and ran my wet finger tips over their leaky foreskins. My own sex was hard as a bolt now.

Surprisingly, the newcomer then leaned right across me and took the first guy into his gob. I watched this action for a bit as I continued wanking the sucker and twisting his nipples. After a while I stood up and brandished my hard erection in the face of the guy getting the blow job. He looked up at me, grinned and duly took hold of it; drawing me closer so he could lick it. At first, he gingerly licked around my flange for a few minutes before taking me into his mouth. So he was sucking whilst getting sucked off himself, such a lucky fella.

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 gleaming dicks into his mouth but couldn't quite manage it, so instead he alternated, sucking one then the other in turn.

The first chap, the Secret Services agent, began to emit a soft moan as he gripped the suckers ' head in his hands. He arched his back, buckled his knees, and grunted before silently ejaculating hard. I was, by this point so fuckin' turned on, I reached down and eased his sex out then 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 squirting into my extended hand; coating my palm with his sticky mess.

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

As I was 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 down in those open showers on another visit, is for another day.