Unlocking My Private Locker: The Hammam Handjob I Couldn’t Resist
Steam fills the hammam. Thick, hot mist clings to my skin. Fresh from our run, sweat mixes with vapor. Julien’s body gleams, muscles taut. I’m sitting there, heart pounding. His words echo: ‘Want me to show you?’ He turns, bends against the wall. Firm ass cheeks part. His hole winks at me, pink and puckered. Balls hang low, blond fuzz catching the dim light. My cock throbs painfully hard. I’ve never touched a man. Never wanted to. But Caroline’s texts burn in my mind. ‘Be sage under the shower.’ Does she suspect? Fuck it. The lock snaps. No more holding back. This secret’s bursting out.
I stand. Julien spins back, dick rigid, thick as my wrist. Veins pulse. He grips it slow, eyes locked on mine. Invitation clear. Pulse races. Adrenaline surges. My hand wraps my shaft. Skin slides slick over steel. We face off, inches apart. Hammam heat amplifies every breath. His fist pumps deliberate. Up, down. Foreskin peels back, exposing purple head. Precum beads, drips. I match him. Grip tight at base, twist up. Gland swells, sensitive ridge flares. Our eyes burn complicity. No words. Just rhythm. Faster now. His balls tighten, swing. Mine ache, heavy. Steam blurs vision but not sensation. Thumb circles my tip, smears slickness. His free hand grazes thigh. Close. So close. Tension coils deep in gut. Ass clenches. Prostate tingles uncharted. Fantasies crash: Caroline watching, Vero moaning next door. Julien’s breath hitches. Grunt low. I break first. Cock jerks wild. First spurt hits his thigh, hot rope. Second arcs higher, splatters abs. Waves rip through me. Legs buckle. He follows. Cum erupts in thick jets, white ropes painting air. Lands on my leg, warm splash. We gasp, collapse on bench. Bodies slick, spent.
The Breaking Point
Silence settles. Steam swirls lazy. Orgasms echo in limbs. Lightness floods me. Secret shared, pressure gone. Julien whistles as we rinse. No shame. Just glow. I dry off, mind clear. Back to normal. Caroline texts: ‘Hard one?’ I smirk. ‘You have no idea.’ Locker snaps shut. Desire banked, but door ajar forever. Satisfaction hums. Pure, illicit peace.
