Humiliating Sauna Experience
By fearlessemu98.
And then I hear the clip clop of wet flip flops from down the hall.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!
I look back just in time to see a guy in perfect shape, completely naked except for his flip flops and his towel thrown over his shoulder. He’s got a well-toned physique and a perfect jawline. And he has his towel thrown over his shoulder for a reason. His five-incher is enjoying some fresh air.
‘Problem?’ he asks with a smirk.
My face reddening, I try one last time to rip the towel from the door, but to no avail. ‘My towel. It’s stuck in the door.’ I manage, my cheeks burning from embarrassment.
‘Here, let me help. I did some rowing back in the day,’ the man says casually, pushing me out of the way with his hand. I’m shoved back like I’m nothing. I watch as he twists the handle and jerks hard, every muscle in his well-toned body flexing. It’s almost as if he’s showing off.
I won’t lie. I am totally intimidated by this gesture of masculinity. I turn away, and then my worst nightmare comes true. I hear conversation flood the other end of the hallway and approaching footsteps. Swimming class is over. And of course, the hall that leads to the locker rooms leads past the saunas.
They’re heading this way. Right towards me. My heart is pounding.
Time is running out. If I don’t get that towel back on, I’m going to be humiliated.
Everyone will know. I turn back to the guy, and I’m shifting from one foot to another, my little penis isn’t even bouncing from the movement, it’s so shrunken.
Please. Please. Please. Hurry up!
‘How’s it coming?’ I ask, trying not to seem as desperate as I am.
‘Still stuck,’ the man grunts. I can see his cock dangling between his legs with each thrust.
‘But I think I’m close. Someone really ought to fix this door, huh?’
No shit! I wish to cry, but say nothing. He takes a step back, forcing me to take another step back too, and bends down to give it his all. I see even his ass is toned to perfection.
They’re close.
I can even make out the voices, all women. What do I do? If I turn, I’ll get an eyeful of his muscular ass, and they’ll think I’m into him. If I don’t, I’ll be exposing myself to the women coming down the hall. The thought of covering myself doesn’t even cross my mind.
‘Why don’t you run down the hall and go back through and push on the other side?’ the dude tells me flatly.
I stutter a response.
He looks back at me in confusion, and he’s still eye level with my crotch.
And then he immediately understands why I am not going to do this. There’s a flicker of a smile on his face that I can see grows as he looks away. Is he even trying? Is he doing this on purpose? I’m just going to humiliate this little-dicked twerp and look like a giant cocked hero in front of all these ladies when I come to his rescue. I rush forward and grab my towel, tearing it from the hinges.
‘Hey man, you’ll rip your towel,’ he warns me.
I don’t care. It’s better than being seen by an entire swim team! I pull as hard as I can, but I’m so weak I can’t even rip the towel out. And as I pull with all my might, I hear them and the cascade of laughter that follows. As if on cue, I turn and see the entire swimming class, red in their cheeks from embarrassment for me. I make the mistake of making eye contact with one who smirks wickedly as she glances down at my penis. The next woman muffles a laugh with her hand over her mouth. The woman behind her can’t resist making the small penis sign with her finger and thumb. It’s too much. I look away in shame. It’s the same humiliating moment of recognition my girlfriend had multiplied by a dozen.
I am mortified.
‘Es ist so klein!’ one woman whispers.
‘Mein Gott, Jenny. You shouldn’t say those things,’ her friend tells her on my behalf.
‘Tell me it’s not the tiniest you’ve seen,’ Jenny giggles as the team disappears into the locker room, where they erupt in laughter at my expense.
One woman stops in the locker-room doorway before entering and just shakes her head in pity before following the others. I am mortified. I glance down at my penis and wish I hadn’t. I exhale the shallow breath I was holding. At least THAT is over. I’m trembling from the adrenaline of it all, and I can barely grip the towel anymore. It’s a useless endeavor, and just as it falls from my tired fingers, the door of the lady’s changing room opens again, and a Scandinavian woman in her mid-twenties steps out. She has an amazonian physique, wearing a tight olive-colored bikini. She stops, taking an interest in us. I watch helplessly as she crosses her arms under her C-cup breasts, and one of her eyebrows forks upward as she takes us in, a smile of amusement splashing onto her face as she makes a visual comparison of us. Or rather, how I don’t even compare to this guy.
‘What a cute couple,’ she says with a faint Swedish accent, clearly entertained.
‘Poor little guy’s towel is caught in the door,’ he tells her flatly. ‘He can’t get it open, so I’m trying to help him out.’
Little guy! I almost assert myself, but I know it would do no good.
‘Nice of you to help the little guy out,’ she says, glancing back at me and then down at my crotch.
My hands move instinctively to cover myself, but she’s already seen and is enjoying the power she has over me. We both know I’m not enough for her. And I never will be. He stops pulling on the door and turns back to face her, his five incher dangling proudly.
‘What can I say?’ he says with a confident shrug. ‘I’m a nice guy.’
‘Nice guys are hard to find,’ she says coyly. ‘Especially nice guys with such a great body.’
‘Not if you know where to look,’ he says with a grin.
She knows where to look. I cannot help but notice, as I am sure she does too, his dick is growing semi-hard in front of us. I look back at her, she smiles at me, and licks her lips.
‘So nice to see a real man who is a real gentleman.’
I clear my throat to bring him back to the present. He looks over at me and sees I am covering myself with my hands and balks at a laugh.
‘Here, take my towel, little guy,’ he says, tossing me his towel from off his shoulder. ‘Just be sure to leave it on the bench in the changing room.’
‘You don’t need it?’ I ask quietly.
His attention is on the woman; her attention is on his dick.
‘Maybe we can share? If you’re going into the sauna?’ he asks her.
‘Why not? I could use a good roasting.’
I wrap the towel around my waist and make my way down the hall and back around to the main office.
In short, it was a disaster. I didn’t go back for a week.
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The End.
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