My Friend Took Me to the Sauna and I Could Only Watch

The oppressive heat of the afternoon clung to their skin as Eduardo and Marcos crossed the streets of Barcelona’s Eixample, now close to their destination. Eduardo, with his tousled white hair and a wicked smile that betrayed his intentions, wore a tight cotton T-shirt that outlined a torso still firm despite being nearing sixty. Beside him, Marcos, always immaculate with his black hair slicked back and a linen shirt hanging elegantly over his shoulders, toyed nervously with the strap of his watch.

“Are you sure about this, Eduardo?” Marcos asked, lowering his voice as if someone might hear them over the city noise. “It’s not that I’m scared, but… fuck, I’ve never stepped into a place like this.”

Eduardo laughed and gave him a conspiratorial nudge.

“Relax, man. It’s not my first time here. Everyone does their own thing, and if you don’t want to touch, no one touches you. Still—” he paused, his eyes gleaming with mischief—“if you get hard, don’t hold back. That’s why we came, right? To turn the slut factor up a notch.”

Marcos snorted, but he couldn’t stop a smile from creeping onto his lips. They had spent years sharing fantasies with their wives online, exchanging photos and videos, telling each other the things neither dared say out loud. But this was something else. His heart was already beating faster just imagining it.

The place didn’t have a flashy sign. Just a discreet metal plaque with the name Vapor Neptuno beside a buzzer. Eduardo pressed it, and after a brief hum, the door opened. A young man, bare-chested and wearing tight athletic pants, greeted them with a professional smile.

“Welcome. First time?” he asked, though his gaze settled on Eduardo with recognition.

“No, but he is,” Eduardo said, gesturing toward Marcos. “Two tickets.”

The guy nodded, took payment, and handed them two thick white towels, soft to the touch. The smell of eucalyptus and chlorine mingled with something more primal: men’s sweat, cheap soap, and the sweet scent of lubricant. Marcos swallowed, noticing how his groin was already beginning to stir just from the atmosphere.

***

The changing rooms were spacious, with metal lockers and wooden benches. Some men changed without hurry, without shame. There were bodies of all ages and shapes: from muscular young guys to mature men like them, with beginning bellies and gray in their chest hair. Eduardo stripped without a second thought and tied the towel around his waist with the ease of someone who had done it a hundred times. Marcos, less bold, followed his example, feeling the warm air caress his bare skin. The towel barely concealed his growing arousal.

“Come on, I’ll show you around,” Eduardo said, leading him inside.

The jacuzzi bubbled in one corner, with three men submerged to their shoulders, their gazes lost in the steam and desire. Beyond that, the small indoor pool reflected the dim ceiling lights, and a couple of guys swam slowly, their bodies brushing now and then under the water. But what really caught Marcos’s attention was the steam room. A dense cloud escaped through the half-open door, and from inside came muffled laughter, restrained moans.

“Shall we go in?” Eduardo whispered, leaning close to his ear. “Everyone sets their own pace here. You can watch whatever you want and stop whenever you want.”

Just watch. That’s what I told myself when I left home.

They went in. The heat was suffocating, the air thick and white. Curved wooden benches ringed the room, and in the center stood a low platform where a couple of men reclined, sweaty, legs spread. Marcos sat on a bench against the wall, trying to hide how his cock was hardening under the towel. Eduardo, meanwhile, settled in the center, stretched out his legs, and let the fabric part just enough to show his groin without shame.

It didn’t take long for him to get company. A stocky man with short brown hair and a days-old beard approached with a confident stride. He wore his towel tied around his waist, but the bulge beneath the fabric made it clear he was more than ready. His fingers, thick and callused at the tips, settled first on Eduardo’s shoulder and then moved down with deliberate slowness.

“Mind if I?” the stranger asked in a deep voice that Marcos felt rumble in his own chest.

Eduardo smiled and shook his head.

“Not at all.”

The man didn’t waste time. His rough hands slid across Eduardo’s back, kneaded the muscles in his shoulders, and traveled down to his ass. Marcos held his breath as those fingers sank into the flesh, prying his friend’s cheeks apart in a possessive gesture. Eduardo let out a low moan and arched his back to offer himself better.

“Fuck, you’ve got a great ass,” the stranger murmured, and without further preamble one of his fingers slid between the cheeks, searching for the entrance.

Marcos felt his own cock jump under the towel. He couldn’t look away. The man’s finger sank in easily, as if Eduardo had been waiting for him all afternoon. A muffled moan escaped his friend’s lips, and the stranger, satisfied, added a second finger, stretching him with circular motions.

“You like that, huh?” the man whispered, while with the other hand he found Eduardo’s nipples and pinched them until they were hard as stones.

“Yeah, fuck, yeah,” Eduardo panted, pushing his hips back to take more.

Marcos could no longer resist. Covertly, he pulled the towel aside a little and took his cock in his hand. It was hard as steel, the tip glistening with a bead of clear fluid. He started stroking slowly, in time with Eduardo’s moans and the stranger’s grunts. I wasn’t going to touch anyone. That’s what I promised myself. Touching myself didn’t count.

***

The stocky man didn’t stop there. With a lewd smile, he let go of Eduardo’s nipples and slid his hand down to his groin, where the cock, already fully erect, throbbed against his belly. He gripped it hard and worked his fist up and down with a rhythm that made Eduardo cling to the stranger’s thighs, gasping.

“You’re going to make me cum like this, asshole,” Eduardo protested, though his voice sounded more like a plea than a complaint.

“That’s exactly what I want,” the man spat into his palm and slid it over Eduardo’s cock again, speeding up. “I want you to come in front of your friend, so it sticks in his memory.”

Marcos clenched his teeth and sped up the movement of his hand. Seeing Eduardo so surrendered, so needy, was driving him mad. The stranger, noticing Marcos’s fixed stare, gave him a conspiratorial smile before bending Eduardo forward, leaving his ass even more exposed. With a firm motion he added a third finger and stretched him without mercy.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck…” Eduardo cursed under his breath, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping his own knees.

The stocky man, without letting go of Eduardo’s cock, began to jerk himself off with his other hand. His shaft emerged from under the towel, red and swollen, the tip already dripping. Marcos couldn’t help noticing how the foreskin slid over the glans with each movement, how the veins pulsed beneath the taut skin. The steam covered everything in an unreal haze, and in that fog the three of them seemed like the only men in the world.

“Come on, cum,” the stranger ordered, his voice rough with arousal. “I want to see both of you empty yourselves.”

Eduardo didn’t need any more encouragement. With a muffled cry, his whole body tensed from head to toe and a thick jet of semen burst from his cock, splattering the floor tiles. The stranger groaned and followed his example: his hand moved furiously over his own shaft and, seconds later, his orgasm exploded and painted Eduardo’s ass with two thick, hot ropes.

Marcos couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, his cock shot its load, white drops sliding between his fingers and staining the wooden bench. He remained there panting, trembling, while he watched the stranger wipe his hands on Eduardo’s towel, smack his ass, and walk away with a satisfied smile, disappearing once again into the steam.

***

For a few seconds neither of them spoke. Only the hiss of the steam and the distant dripping of a shower could be heard. Eduardo turned toward Marcos, eyes shining and chest still heaving.

“How was the show, huh?” he asked, shamelessly wiping his belly with the back of his hand.

Marcos could only laugh, shaking his head, still breathless.

“Fuck, Eduardo… now that’s real slutty heat.”

“I told you we were only coming to watch,” Eduardo replied, winking at him. “And look how well you do it.”

Marcos leaned back against the wooden wall, feeling sweat run down his temples and his heart gradually recover its rhythm. He thought about the late-night chats, the photos sent in secret, all the fantasies that for years had stayed on this side of the screen. And it turns out all it took was walking through a door.

“Next time?” he asked, not finishing the sentence, not needing to.

Eduardo let out a deep laugh and draped an arm over his shoulder, pushing him back toward the heart of the steam.

“Next time,” he said, “maybe I’ll be the one watching.”