1. In the Jimjilbang


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: JuneFernan, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    was now completely empty and only disturbed by the sounds of a couple of faucets dripping in the distance. I couldn’t figure out what his motivation for walking back in the shower was; I couldn’t even figure out my own, but my heart thumped as we re-entered the light in the sauna room and I could look at Julian’s body again. He graciously returned the glare as he settled onto the moist, wooden bench. I remained standing in front of him, reviewing the night in my mind—how often he had smiled my way, how he had asked if I wanted him to scrub me, how he applied fragrant oils to his skin, how he never once indicated he wanted a barrier between us. Maybe he was gay, or just wanted to try my body out, as I was beginning to think more about touching his. And I could see now that he was going to take the lead from here. We were silent in the sauna, and Julian began lightly tugging the thick foreskin of his cock back and forth while his eyes remained locked on me. The sight sent an electric wave through my body, and my dick also began to grow hard. “What are we doing?” I asked. “Just relaxing,” he said confidently. “Showing off our cocks to each other. After all, we’ve seen them soft too often tonight. Come on, let me see what yours looks like when it’s hard.” “Okay,” I squeezed the word from my throat. I barely had to stroke my cock to finish filling it out, as the tension between us had me swelling, taken over by curiosity for a new experience and the excitement of all that was ...
    taboo about this. My blood pumping, along with the thick heat of the room, made sweat cover my body, and the nectar that began to ooze from the tip of my cock helped my hand glide with ease. We remained silent, except for some light breathing. “Yours can get quite big,” he said. “Not as big as yours.” “Still, you have a good looking cock, Tim.” “Oh…thanks.” Just when I thought he was about to make his final move and wrap one of his hands around me, suddenly he straightened up and placed his hands flat on the bench. “So. You said you might consider getting a scrub-down your next time in here. Well, this is technically your second time entering the shower.” “Okay,” I said, still with a lump in my throat. We walked across the shower room, both still rock hard. If one of the men in the locker room had decided in that moment he could go for a rinse off, he would have stumbled across two men who were obviously about to rub each other off, or more. The scrubbing area was around a bend in the room, and it was unlikely for anyone to come in at this hour, but still there was a chance we’d be caught, which made this moment all the more thrilling. Julian instructed me to sit in the front chair and retrieved from a bucket a brush with soft bristles that spanned the length of my shoulders. This was the brush used to prepare the skin for a more thorough cleanse. After that it got rough. He dipped a small brush into a bucket of thick suds and began the actual scrub-down. At first the bristles ...
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