My Best Friend Was Waiting for Me Naked in the Sauna

Diego and I wanted each other, no point denying it.

It happened all the time. When we went out dancing, when we drank too much, when someone at the table started talking about sex. His gaze would catch mine and something would churn in my stomach. He’d smile. I’d smile back. And nothing more. I had a boyfriend, and Diego respected that even though neither my friends nor I could stand Andrés.

At twenty, I had let myself be dragged along by routine. I lived with a boyfriend who bored me in bed and drove me crazy at the table, but the idea of being alone made me more anxious than the idea of staying with him.

Diego didn’t attract me in a romantic sense. He was affectionate, easygoing, loved video games, traveling, and taking care of his two cats. Good guy, but a bit flat.

What I felt for him was something else.

Maybe it was his smell, that sweet undertone of sweat that got stronger in his summer tank tops. Maybe it was his size: almost two meters tall, huge shoulders, hands like shovels. Or the thick thighs, the legs covered in blond hair, the bulge that showed in his tracksuit pants. His last boyfriend, who’d lasted three months, one more than the one before, had seen to it that the rumor spread about the cock he was hiding and how well he ate ass.

Or maybe it was his attitude. Diego was a pig and didn’t bother hiding it. There were always pairs of underwear tossed in corners of his room, he posted package-bulging photos on Twitter, and he bragged about blowing some stranger’s load in the mouth in the bathroom of any old club. He wasn’t especially handsome, but he pulled more than anyone. There wasn’t a night when he didn’t disappear for ten minutes to fuck someone wherever he could: the bathroom, between two cars, behind some dumpsters.

What got me hottest of all was that he knew what I was really like. He knew I could be like that too, even if since I’d been with Andrés I’d forced myself into the role of the perfect boyfriend. He’d smile when I tried not to let my hard-on show while he told me about his latest fuck. He’d pretend not to notice when I looked at his bulge out of the corner of my eye.

I avoided hugging him because the slightest contact made me rock hard. If we hugged hello, Diego always managed to press his dick against mine, or brush my ass “accidentally.” My hands would go to the small of his back and I had to keep repeating to myself that I had a partner so I wouldn’t go for his mouth. He wore a thick mustache, soft, and had small eyes that looked at you with a sly warmth.

He drove me insane, but I was convinced nothing would ever happen between us. We were too much friends.

Until one afternoon in June.

***

Summer vacation had just started at college, and it was one of those sticky days that drag on until eleven at night. Diego suggested we go to his place: his parents were away, so we could go down to the community pool. The rest of the group would join later. I was sick of my room and told him I’d get there a bit early.

When I stepped outside, the heat hit like a blow. By the time I got to his building entrance I was already drenched in sweat. Diego opened the door wearing swim trunks and a tank top. The house smelled like socks, tobacco, a man shut indoors. It smelled like dick, really. It smelled like an entire weekend of jerk-offs with the blinds down.

Seeing him, I realized I’d made a stupid mistake.

—Dude, I forgot my swim trunks.

—Come on, I’ll lend you one of mine.

I followed him down the hall. The bermuda-style trunks clung to his ass and I couldn’t stop looking at him. It was too hot, and with exams I’d gone almost a month without fucking.

When he opened the door to his room, the smell slapped me. Inside, everything I’d sensed on entry was concentrated there: semen, damp socks, sheets that hadn’t been changed in days. I was hard as a stake before I even saw the rest.

The room was littered with papers, beer cans, crumpled underwear, game controllers, open books. And in the middle of the unmade bed, peeking out from the wrinkled sheets, an enormous dildo. Black, so thick you couldn’t wrap one hand around it. I laughed out of pure nerves. Diego, who had his back to me searching for something in the wardrobe, turned red to the ears.

—Fuck, how embarrassing. Dude, leave it, don’t touch it.

But I’d already flopped onto the dildo, amused, to tease him. It was slick with lube. A suspicion hit me: my friend had been having fun just before I arrived. The idea sent me to a hundred. Diego tried to snatch it away and we started wrestling, laughing, pressed together, his arms circling my waist.

—Does it all fit? —I asked, pretending not to care.

—All of it —he replied, proud and wicked at once.

—Fuck.

He had me pinned against him. There was no way he couldn’t feel the erection hammering against his thigh.

—Does imagining it turn you on or what? —he asked.

I hesitated for a second, but he was so close, looking at me with those small eyes, that I didn’t have time to invent a lie. That was the first line I crossed that afternoon.

—A lot. You should be gaping open. Were you fucking it before I got here?

Diego pressed closer. His cock was a rock against mine. The tent in his trunks was huge. Mine wasn’t small either. We laughed like two kids caught in their own mischief.

—Touch it and find out —he whispered, taking my hand and bringing it to his ass.

My fingers brushed the elastic of his trunks, slid down a few millimeters, found the hair at the base of his tailbone. Diego brought his face close to mine as if he were going to kiss me, but stopped a breath away. The invitation was clear: put my hand a little farther, touch the hole.

I wanted to rip his clothes off. I wanted to kneel and suck his cock right there, flip him over, eat his ass until he begged me to fuck him. I looked down. His cock and mine were straining through the fabric, both about to explode. The rumors about his exes weren’t lying: Diego had a thick, heavy, living cock.

And then I pulled my hand away.

—Put it on —he said, stepping back like nothing had happened.

—What?

—The trunks. Let’s see how they look on you —he laughed, playing dumb—. So I know whether I’ll lend you these or another pair.

It was too much. One of the guys who made me hottest was asking me to strip in front of him. I don’t know where I got the balls to lie to myself and tell myself it was just a buddy thing, but I undid my belt while looking at him, pulled my pants down. The gray briefs had a pre-cum stain the size of a coin. My cock was pointing straight at Diego.

—Fuck —he said then.

My fingers reached the waistband of my briefs. No. If I lowered that last piece, there’d be no turning back. I grabbed his trunks and pulled them on over my briefs, something I hated but that afternoon saved me from crossing the final threshold.

—Let’s go to the pool —I said, breaking the moment.

Diego nodded, thoughtful. We went down to the entrance in silence.

***

It was a strange afternoon. We both pretended nothing had happened. We talked, we swam, we laughed, while underneath something kept beating that neither of us dared name. The friends arrived. We put on the fakest smiles in the repertoire. We played cards, drank a couple of beers. One by one they left until it got dark again and we were alone.

—Can I shower at your place? —I said as we headed back to the entrance—. Then I can change.

—Yeah, but first let’s hit the sauna for a bit.

—What?

—The gym sauna downstairs. Come on, there’s never anyone there and it feels fucking amazing after the pool.

I followed him into the elevator without thinking. It seemed like a clear proposition, even though Diego had been more distant all afternoon. Maybe I’d offended him with the dildo, I thought. Today, so many years later, I can confess I played innocent. I wasn’t stupid. I knew perfectly well what I was going to do. I wanted to do it.

The elevator doors opened into the gym, occupied by a couple of people. We crossed it to the wet sauna, a wooden box for five or six people. It was empty.

I sat down on one of the benches. Diego closed the door and sat opposite me. We looked at each other. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the steam, on the heat on my shoulders, on anything other than the body a meter away from mine. Impossible. I opened them. He was looking at me.

His height, his giant hands, his chest covered in blond hair. The thighs. The sausagey bulge. How badly I wanted to see his cock.

As if reading my mind, he took his hand to the bulge.

—Should we jerk off?

—What the hell are you talking about?

—Come on. I’ve been hard all afternoon from what happened earlier. If you’re freaking out about Andrés, relax, I’m not saying anything.

—No, Diego. That’s not right.

—Why not? You’re dying to.

His hand was already moving over the fabric.

—You’re a filthy pig.

—Aren’t you? —he shot back, slipping his hand inside his trunks.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock was going to punch through the fabric. It doesn’t count if I don’t touch it. This is like watching porn, I lied to myself.

I slipped my hand into my trunks. It burned. It had been months since I’d been this hard.

We looked each other in the eye. Who would take it out first?

—Sometimes I jerk off thinking about you —Diego said, speeding up—. I’ve spent years fantasizing about how your armpits would smell, your balls.

—What about me turns you on most? —I asked. Few things got me hotter than feeling desired.

—Your smell. And your ass.

—Yours, for me.

The steam dripped down our shoulders. Neither of us dared take off our trunks, but under the fabric we kept jerking off.

He was single. He could take it out once and for all. I wanted to see that cock, spread his legs open, watch him while he jerked himself off. I kept repeating like a mantra that if I didn’t touch him, if I didn’t take that step, I wasn’t cheating on Andrés.

Diego closed his eyes and slowly raised his arms until he rested them behind his head. His armpits were a nest of blond hair, stuck to the sweat. I got a wild urge to bury my nose there. I knew exactly what the bastard was doing, offering me armpits, chest, that crooked smile. My cock started leaking. My balls had swollen with the heat. It hurt to keep touching myself. I was scared I’d cum right there. He opened his eyes.

—Should I take it out?

I nodded. If I don’t touch him, it doesn’t count. If I don’t touch him…

He stood up, narrowing the distance. If I knelt down, his cock would be inches from my lips. He undid his trunks and let them fall.

There it was.

Circumcised. So thick my hand couldn’t quite wrap around it. Straight as a dildo, with the head pink and shiny with saliva. Big, hairy balls hung against his thighs. One of the most obscenely beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen in my life. The smell of sweaty cock reached me two seconds later and I had to clench my fists not to lunge at it and suck it.

I knew it the moment I saw it. I’d lost. I was going down.

—Do you like it?

—A lot.

—Take yours out.

I did it slowly. I pulled my trunks down to my ankles, left standing in briefs where you could no longer tell what was sweat and what was pre-cum.

—I want to see it.

I stood up and ripped them off. My cock sprang upward, hard as a steel bar. Mine isn’t circumcised; an elastic foreskin pulls back and leaves a thick, lubricated head exposed. The shaft takes two hands to hold. My balls that afternoon were hanging low and swollen.

—Fuck, I’ve wanted to see it so badly.

Seeing him say that, eyes nailed to my cock and his hand moving slowly over his own, was too much. I took a step. He reached out to touch me and I shook my head. I stayed standing, inches from his body, without brushing against him.

We stayed like that for what felt like forever, jerking off face to face, looking over each other’s entire bodies, not allowing ourselves a single touch. Diego took his hand to his balls, smelled them, smiled. I did the same. We laughed.

—Jerk me off —he asked.

I looked away.

—You know I can’t, man.

—Can’t I? —he asked, bringing his huge hand to my cock until it was a millimeter from the head, which wouldn’t stop leaking.

—Don’t do this to me.

—I’m not doing anything.

He lowered his hand and, with the tip of his index finger, touched my head. He collected a drop and took it to his mouth. He never took his eyes off me. His lips wrapped around his finger, his tongue came out to lick it clean.

What happened next was beyond thought. My fingers stretched to his mouth and I slipped my index and thumb between his lips. His hot tongue licked the tips. His teeth closed over my knuckle. That crooked smile never changed.

—Can you do that?

I didn’t want to do it. I wanted to do it.

—Touch me —I whispered.

Diego grabbed my cock. The first contact shot through my body like an electric shock. It had been years since anyone besides Andrés had touched my cock. Diego held it in a firm, almost rough hand and started jerking me slowly.

—Touch me too.

—I don’t know…

—Man, why don’t you stop with the bullshit? I’m dying to suck your dick, to fuck you up against the wood. What more do you want me to do? If you get off on me begging, I’ll beg. But stop fucking around and beating around the bush.

—Diego…

—Say it, fuck —his voice turned rougher. He squeezed harder, sped up his hand.

His breath was against my nose. The smell of my own cock on his hand flooded everything. The sauna heat sat heavy on our shoulders.

And I sent everything to hell.

The first kiss was almost a headbutt. I let go of his head with one hand and grabbed the back of his neck with the other. His teeth knocked against mine. He kissed like he meant it, lots of tongue, lots of spit. I wanted to devour him.

We broke apart for a second to catch our breath. Our eyes stayed locked, hungry. His mustache scraped mine. I spat in his mouth and he spat in mine. We kissed again, mixing saliva.

—Fuck, I’ve wanted this so bad, man —he whispered, dropping to his knees and bringing his nose to my cock.

I grabbed his hair and tilted his head back. My cock was about to burst. With the built-up arousal I wouldn’t last long. Keeping my eyes on him, I guided his lips to my head and slid it in slowly.

—It goes all the way in, fuck.

Diego smiled with my cock in his mouth and started the best blowjob I’d received up to that point. He sucked like it was his calling: swallowing, spitting, licking, swallowing again. His hands roamed my body, pinched my nipples, grabbed my ass. When a finger started playing with my hole, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I didn’t want to cum yet.

—Are you going to suck it?

As answer, I pulled his shoulders up and devoured his mouth.

—Sit there.

I shoved him against the bench. His trunks had ended up tangled around his ankles.

He was gone. I didn’t give a fuck about Andrés, the years of friendship, whether someone opened the sauna door. I just wanted to see him like that: legs spread, cock against his belly, that complicit look.

I knelt in front of him, looked at that huge body, gilded by hours in the sun.

—Do whatever the fuck you want with me, Mateo.

The line, ripped from some movie, came out of him as he threw his arms back and offered me his armpits.

I yanked his trunks down to his feet and started licking him all over. From the tips of his fingers to the insides of his thighs. Every now and then I bit him. Judging by the moans, he was feeling the same thing I was.

—Suck me.

I leaned in. The cock was red, swollen, spitting fluid nonstop. It smelled better than I’d imagined: sweat, semen, a little urine. I took it all the way in and started sucking it, slowly at first. When his hips started chasing my mouth, I sped up. He was fucking my mouth with his cock. Saliva covered his pubis. I was jerking myself with my other hand, frantic. I looked up. His eyes were sharp, wild.

He pulled my cock out of my mouth and turned around, leaving his hairy ass at nose level.

—Holy shit, it smells insane.

—I haven’t showered. And I was fucking the dildo right before you got here, thinking about what it would be like for you to suck me.

I buried my nose in it without stopping jerking myself. I’ve always gone crazy for the smell of sweaty ass. I spat between his cheeks, spread them with my thumbs, shoved my tongue in. Bit. Spat again. I set about eating his ass like it was the only thing left for me to do in life.

—Fuck me —he moaned.

—How? —I shot back to rile him, sliding in two fingers.

—Fuck me, shit, put it in already.

—I don’t have condoms.

—I don’t care. Put it in.

Even though the scene still gets me hot every time I remember it, today I have to admit I was an idiot. Diego fucked half of Madrid, and that afternoon I didn’t give a damn.

I stood up and pressed my chest against his back. He found my mouth and we started devouring each other again while the tip of my cock searched for his hole. He helped me with his hand. I pushed in slowly.

—You really were open, you bastard.

I pushed a little more, past the sphincter. He asked me to stop so he could get used to it. I waited.

—Now, all the way.

I drove in to the hilt. Diego let out a gasp, took my hand, and guided it to his cock, which was burning hot. I started fucking him slowly, jerking him at the same rhythm. I sped up little by little while we ate each other’s mouths. Diego’s ass was easy to fuck and at the same time clenched just right in the right moments. His sphincter rode my thrusts.

—I’m going to cum —I whispered. My other hand had drifted to his neck without thinking.

—Knock me up.

I didn’t hesitate for a second. I came inside while I kept thrusting. I kept jerking him until he came too, leaving a good puddle on the wooden bench.

It wasn’t a long fuck. We were too horny. But it was the payoff for too many years of pretending.

We collapsed, exhausted, onto the bench.

***

Guilt came like a wave when I saw us like that: naked, sweaty, fucked out. I didn’t know what to say to him. Diego moved in to kiss me and I pulled away. I picked up my trunks and left the sauna heading for the showers.

He didn’t follow. He knew I needed to be alone.

Under the cold water I couldn’t stop thinking. Not just about the cheating. Also about something else I’d been avoiding for years: I didn’t want to be with Andrés. What I wanted in a relationship was what I’d had with Diego that afternoon.

It took me weeks to dump Andrés. I never told him about the sauna. But that afternoon changed me. Not just my bond with Diego, which became something much murkier and hotter. Also my relationship with myself. I decided to stop lying to myself. If I didn’t like a relationship, I’d say so, without destroying it from the back door.

After the shower I went back to the sauna. Diego had already gotten dressed.

—Please, let’s act like it never happened —I asked him.

—Whatever you want —he replied, hurt.

I hugged him, gathered my things, and left. I was too ashamed. Especially when, checking my phone, I saw several messages from Andrés asking how the afternoon had gone. I didn’t answer.

I didn’t answer Diego that night either, when my phone buzzed while I was already in bed.

How are you?, he wrote.

I stared at the screen waiting for something more. Just as I was about to turn over and sleep, it came.

Next time I want to eat your ass.

And a video.

I opened it immediately, of course.

It was him, jerking off, with my sweaty underwear —which I’d forgotten in the sauna— pressed against his face.

Son of a bitch, I thought. And my cock, against all odds, reacted again.

How badly I wanted to fuck him again.