I have a habit of writing obscenely long stories on here but this one I promise I will keep shorter than normal. I was recently visiting Vienna and stayed in a nice hotel for a couple of nights. Being from Australia I am fairly new to public sauna etiquette, and out of nerves, decided to Google what the norm in Austria is because I felt like trying this out while in Europe. I concluded that the done thing was being naked, and bringing a towel in for hygiene reasons.

After a long day exploring this magical city, I took the bathrobe from my hotel room downstairs to the basement where the sauna and steam rooms were. A short, older couple were just showering off on their way out of there and we exchanged pleasantries before I sat down alone in this hot, dark room. After about 5 minutes, as my skin was pouring sweat, another man came in and sat down around the corner from me. It was about 11pm and the whole place was pretty dead, the cleaning staff had even already finished. I didn’t pay much attention to the other guest, trying not to check him out as I was in quite a happy meditative state, until I heard him say “wow man, nice!”.

I looked up and he had shuffled over close to me and was staring straight at my crotch. I am a serious grower at the best of times, I don’t normally hang more than about 7-8cm when cold, but the heat had obviously inflated that by a hell of a lot, my sweaty balls hanging down to the towel and my cock dragging alongside them, fully soft but still bigger than my average semi. I was a little taken aback by his comment, and didn’t know what to say so I just checked him out back. He looked to be about my normal cold size, I remember thinking, as he wiped a bit of sweat off his very vascular bicep. We got to talking, and realised he was also a tourist, from England, here with his wife who was asleep in their room.

“I’m a bit funny about asking this mate, but how big is your cock?” He blurted out. I told him I grow to about 21x17cm, “shit man, that’s huge” he noted before changing the subject again. We discussed our itineraries, Vienna being their first stop and my last, before he nervously said “you know I’m straight, right? It’s just, I’m so curious about gestures vaguely down all of this, I’ve always wondered what a really big one feels like, d’you mind if I touch it?” I told him I didn’t mind at all, which was a bit of a lie, I was a little uncomfortable especially with his wife being upstairs and how assertively he kept reminding me he’s “not into fellas”.

He gently began sliding it through his remarkably soft hands, our combined sweat lubricating my shaft and making me throb harder and harder, my heart beating out of my chest at this point. He began visibly getting hard, a shiny purple head showing through his foreskin and his hairy balls tightening to his muscular thighs. He asked if we could rub them together and wank each other off. I told him I wasn’t sure about the hygiene of that, and he asked if we could go to my room to compare. At this point I was not thinking straight at all, at full mast and about 70°C and thought, fuck it. I quickly learned that even a cold shower won’t instantly make a sauna-boner go away, and that a sauna-boner is nearly impossible to hide in a bathrobe, so I was very thankful nobody saw us head up to my room.

When we got there, we lay naked again on my bed, and silently began stroking each other, me with a hand on his shaft and the other tickling his balls and perineum. He came really quickly all over himself, and soon, after a continuation of the double-handed twist he’d tried downstairs, I followed suit. He then got dressed and left without a word, and I went to bed deeply confused.