Humiliated at a European Sauna 2

By Jamisonsdecree.


Read Part 1 Here.

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Part 2…

‘Are you seeing anyone?’ Lucia asks me one day in the sauna. It’s still only us, and while she is not completely revealing herself, she is comfortable enough around me to wear the towel only around her waist. It is a wonderful view, her jet black hair cascading upon her bare shoulders, doing nothing to hide her breasts.

A few weeks have passed since I was made to slip out of my Speedo by the sauna attendant in front of Lucia. And in that time, we’ve grown to be friends. I’m still shy about my size, and I worry Lucia is aware of this, especially when we step out of the sauna for breaks. I cover myself with my hand enough to do the job, but Lucia will often hand me a cup of water to hold. And should I cover myself with my other hand, I am to hold hers as well, as if I am to be exposed. Thankfully, few are in the sauna now, only the occasional attendant, who I never fail to notice the smirk of. It doesn’t exactly feel sexual, or at least I can’t tell. So I can only hope.

But at the very least, we’ve become good friends, and that’s a start. She complains about her ex-boyfriend, who cheated on her, and worries she’s not enough for a man. I call him a bastard, to which she laughs and agrees, even though deep down, I’m grateful to the idiot who would ever cast her aside. She’s even started kissing me hello, greetings that send me shivers.

‘No.’ I answer, a bit caught off guard. ‘Not regularly.’ I offer up, hoping to stay as enigmatic as possible.

‘James. Are you a virgin?’

My cheeks flush red. I nod.

‘I thought so.’ She says before shifting.

‘I did have a girlfriend once.’ I offer up as if my record must be defended, even though my only sexual encounter was with a neighbor who was fifteen years my senior.

I was home after finishing my undergrad, and we hit it off. It felt like forbidden love. She was a recent widow whom I would fantasize about comforting. We kissed passionately on several occasions, but one day, when we were taking things further on her couch, she unzipped my jeans and slipped a hand inside my tighty whities.

I remember swooning, and that’s when it happened. I came. She stopped immediately as if surprised. Before I could even credit it to her sexiness, she told me that this had all been a mistake, begging me not to tell a soul. Ashamed of finishing so quickly, I hastily agreed. A love affair that never came to fruition.

‘Oh, but you are sure you’re gay?’ Lucia asks, subtly tugging her towel over her shoulder as if out of modesty.

I make a quick and foolish decision.

‘Yes.’

A deep sigh escapes her as if she could relax again. Her towel drops inch by inch from her shoulder as she relaxes, revealing the scenic view of those petite, B-cupped beauties to me.

‘I didn’t want to assume, but…’ She says as she rolls her towel out onto the sauna bench. I am treated to a never-before-seen glimpse of her beautiful bum as she rolls onto her toned stomach. I try not to take her in with my eyes, feeling a bit rotten about having lied until she says almost bitingly, ‘It’s probably for the best.’

‘And why is that?’ I ask, my throat rising in offense at having been so easily assumed as homosexual.

‘You may not have noticed, James, but I’ve been checking you out.’ She tells me, and I feel a sudden flush of blood on my head. Am I to be hers after all? Will she want to turn me from homosexuality? Oh, what a treat that would be!

My mind races back to last week. I had been showering in the lounge shower when I felt eyes on me. I was relieved to find it was Lucia studying me with hungry eyes.

‘Your tan lines are so sexy.’ She said, biting her lip.

Of course, I remember.

‘Well,’ Lucia continues. ‘It would not be easy if you were straight with a penis so small, James. You are so very sweet and, I think, very cute, but with such a penis so small, you’d never be able actually to please a woman!’ She says before laughing. ‘And men are so much easier! So be thankful for that cute bum of yours and keep to actual men!’

The blood goes to my head. Had I just come out of the closet for no reason?! And what did she mean by actual men?!

No sooner has this realization sunk in than the sauna door opens, and a PhD student from my university enters. I look down and quickly fold the towel over me.

To my surprise, Lucia greets him with the much-vaunted kiss. Except for him, it is a double kiss. I’m still inflamed by her words and burning with jealousy at this new threat.

‘Alexander, it’s so good to see you.’ Lucia says, her hand resting on his shoulder. ‘This is my friend, James. The one I was telling you about.’

Alexander turns to me and extends his hand to shake mine, a distance he would never reach. This forces me to get up to shake his hand or look impolite or, worse, awkward if I were to rewrap my towel.

So I stand and timidly step towards him. His hand dwarfs mine, and I immediately realize how strong he is. He pulls me towards him effortlessly, and I nearly fall over. It’s not lost on me how much of a man he is—how much more of a man he is than me.

He’s Mediterranean and muscular, his hair as prickly as a cactus that he keeps shaved to a bristle. Like his entire chest to his thighs have a five o’clock shadow.

‘I’ve seen you around, ‘ he says with a thick Spanish accent. His grip is on my hand, and I cannot match his firmness. I glance up at him, and he’s staring down between my legs with a confident look on his face.

‘Nice to meet you too.’ I say sheepishly.

I return to my towel, and to my surprise, Alexander follows, setting up shop next to me.

Between me and Lucia. As if to say a only real man should enjoy the view of this goddess.

He then unfurls his towel to reveal what I know to be a slightly above-average cock.

My heart is pounding, and the thought flashes in my mind: I have a penis; he has a cock.

‘James also studies at the university,’ Lucia says, going on as if nothing is happening. Almost as if I don’t exist.

‘I don’t study; I teach there,’ Alexander says, correcting her confidently. I can’t tell if he’s comparing himself to me, but I’ve seen James around.’

‘But never so much of him, I bet.’ Lucia says with a playful laugh.

‘No. Never so much.’ He says as his arm extends around my shoulders. I look down at his cock again. It’s beginning to stiffen, and I can only barely resist the urge to pull away; Lucia thinks I’m gay! I can’t risk not seeing her body, even if a glimpse is all I’ll ever get.

Could you just play it cool? The two Spaniards begin speaking Spanish as if I am not there.

I am quickly lost, but I join in on the laugh at a joke.

‘So that’s funny to you, is it?’ Alexander asks, turning to me. I stammer a reply. He pulls me closer to him with ease. ‘So this is the one, Lucia? He is cute, I’ll give you that. And his skin is so soft.’

‘Cute, yes, wait til you see his bum. Those tan lines are to die for. Go on and show him, Jamie.’

Almost involuntarily, I feel myself lifting and leaning over so Alexander can inspect my tan lines and bum.

His hand rests on my ass, and he gives me a gentle, approving pat. My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest.

‘Very nice.’ He says appraisingly to Lucia as if I do not exist. His finger then gently probes into me.

I gasp for air as he enters me but do not pull away. He begins fingering me and is transfixed. I push back into him, feeling stimulation I’ve never felt before when a feminine moan escapes me. I stop and catch myself.

‘That’s just my finger.’ Alexander whispers in his sultry voice.

His finger exits me, and I bite my lip at being denied more. Unable to believe I’d just allowed this to happen. My little penis is rock hard, but I doubt anyone could even tell, especially in the dark.

I sit back down, flushed and frustrated. Given a taste of something I didn’t even know existed.

I spy Lucia across the sauna, her bright smile apparent.

‘That was a cute moan, James.’ Lucia giggles. ‘Something else we have in common.’

I offer a confused reply, but my voice is suddenly an octave higher. She is what I’ve wanted, yet I feel myself pulled into the gravity of Alexander. I do not even think to fight it.

‘But I’m much louder, I think.’ Lucia says with a throaty laugh.

‘That was only my finger, Lucia.’ Alexander says with a yawn. ‘You’ll have to listen in when he gets the whole thing.’

‘Would that be okay, James?’ Lucia asks, as innocently as if she had asked me for coffee. ‘You wouldn’t mind if I listened in while you bottomed for Alexander, would you?’

I try to speak, but my voice is suddenly too high to be heard. What’s happened to me?

Alexander partly guides and partly lifts me to sit upon his thigh, his cock standing at attention beneath me. He slides his left leg down so Lucia can see us both better.

It’s then I realize a comparison is being made; the part of his cock extending past his thighs is longer than my entire penis. I blink at Lucia as she draws the same conclusion. And I wait for her to acknowledge me.

I’m waiting for permission. Hoping for permission. Hoping I don’t have to beg for permission.

She nods.

‘Go ahead, James.’

The next thing I know, I’m reaching forward and taking Alexander’s cock into my hands, feeling what a real cock feels like for the first time in my life.

It’s firm but forgiving, strong, and veiny. I squeeze Alexander’s shaft and can almost feel the blood rushing through it.

And I begin pumping.

I learned another difference that separates me and Alexander. I moan. He groans. Low and manly. It grows until, finally, his essence erupts onto my thighs.

I react with a gasp of astonishment. My heart is pounding. What have I done? Have I? Did I?

My eyes find Lucia just as I feel Alexander’s begin finger probing me, and two of his fingers and his thumb wrap around my penis.

‘Like I said,’ I hear Lucia say with satisfaction as I whimper towards my inevitable, dainty climax. ‘Men are so much easier.’

 

The End.

 

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