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It's funny how we get started on things. As an adult I love relaxing in saunas and steam rooms and I believe it all goes back to when I was a kid and the first experience I had in one, something I have kept secret, until now.
When I was eleven years old my family made a visit to my aunt in Gainesville, Florida. She was living in an apartment complex and while we were visiting I got to use the pool at the clubhouse. I spent most of the afternoon with my younger relatives enjoying the water, than took a break for supper. Afterward I wanted to go back and they said I could go alone since the adults wanted to talk and my younger cousins needed to get ready for bed.
I swam by myself for a bit then paused to use the bathroom in the clubhouse, which turned out to also be changing rooms. As I used the urinal I noticed the place had benches, showers and a wooden door with a small window that turned out to be a sauna. I'd never been in a sauna before so I decided to check it out.
The sauna was all wooden with upper and lower seats. It was cold when I first went in. It worked on a timer so I turned it on and went back to swimming for a bit.
After awhile it was getting dark outside so I came back in and found the sauna now very nice and warm. Wearing only my swim suit I settled down to enjoy the heat.
I was only alone in there a few minutes when I heard the outer door to the changing room open. A moment later a good looking man poked his head into the sauna. I'm guessing he was around 26-28 years old, although I was a horrible judge of age at that point. He was a white guy with longish brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a swim suit and had a towel over his shoulders. He was very masculine, fairly muscular with a good athletic build and hair on his chest and legs. I had seen him around the pool when I was swimming earlier, but hadn't thought anything about it.
He asked if he could join me and I said sure, since it wasn't my sauna anyway.
He came in, shook my hand politely and introduced himself as Mark, then sat down on one of the other benches.
"I don't think I've seen you around before? You live here?" he asked, and I told him how I was visiting my aunt.
"Ahh, that explains it. So, you've never been in here before. You don't know how it works," he said, indicating the sauna.
"How do you mean?" I asked.
"The reason there are separate saunas in the changing rooms for the men and the women is because usually, when we're in here, most guys don't wear anything and we just sit around naked."
"Really?" I said, a bit surprised.
"Yeah, that's why I thought it was weird when I looked in and saw you with your bathing suit on. Most guys just sit naked. You ever done that?"
"Not really," I shrugged. I was trying to be mature and act comfortable with everything but my heart had started beating faster and my limp dick started to rise a bit in my swim suit. Just the mention I was sitting in a room where guys routinely sat around with each other naked was having an effect on me. I tried not to let it show. He was treating me like an adult so I did my best to act like one.
"Well, that's just what most of us do here," he continued, "I know you probably don't want to do that but, I was wondering, would it, like, freak you out or anything if I took my suit off, 'cause it's what I'm used to?"
"Naw," I shrugged as if it were nothing, "I don't mind. Do whatever you like."
"Cool, 'cause, you know, I don't wanna upset you or anything. Sure you're okay with it?"
"I don't care. Whatever you wanna do, man."
"Thanks."
With that he stood up, moved to the heater that held the rocks, bent over and pulled down his swim trunks giving me a clear view of his very muscular backside. He had his back to me as he stepped out of his swim suit and laid it on the wooden safety railing around the heater where it could dry. Then he turned around to face me.
Of course, being eleven, my eyes went RIGHT to his dick. It's the first time I can recall being alone in a room with a naked man, other than my father, and one of the first mature, adult cocks I had ever set my eyes upon.
To put things in perspective, I was an early bloomer and had just started puberty around the time this happened. I was ahead of my peers in physical development and had just started to get a sparse handful of long hairs sprouting above my penis. My dick was bigger than any of the others boys my age, but this was only because I had already started puberty and they had not. They were all around 1-2" and very boyish. My dick was nearly 5 inches long (when stiff) and had started to develop the proportions of maturity. When I'd get a stiffie it stuck out and up from my body. Although fairly long it was not very thick yet. Thicker than my friends, but nothing near adult size.
On the other hand, this man in front of me was totally different. Mark's dick was thick, circumcised and considerably larger than any I'd ever seen. It stood out from his body with a rubbery bounce that makes me think he may have been at least partially aroused when he took his suit off.
As he stood naked in front of me he looked down at himself, then wiped a hand down his chest, over his stomach and across his cock as if to get the sweat off. He pushed his dick down flat against him, then let it spring up as his hand passed.
He looked up at me.
Naturally he caught me staring right at his bouncing manhood, and when I glanced up I met his gaze for a brief, slightly embarrassing moment. He smiled and acted like he hadn't noticed or didn't care. I said nothing.
He moved back and sat down on the bench where he'd been before, sitting on his towel to insulate his bare skin from the hot wood. Then he put his hands behind his head, stretched his legs forward and just leaned back against the wall as if to take a nap. He looked very comfortable, laying there nude in front of me, as he closed his eyes and relaxed.
Naturally I used this moment to study him carefully, out of the corner of my eye.
His dick would move on its own, pulsing, with his heartbeat, as he lay there displaying himself. Every now and then it would really rise up big for a moment as if he were tensing his muscles and flexing it. Looking back I'm sure he was doing it on purpose, but I didn't know that then.
"How old are you anyway?" he asked and I realized he had opened his eyes and was looking at me.
I told him I was eleven and he seemed very surprised. He said I looked young, but from the way I was acting he just assumed I was older, at least fourteen or fifteen. Of course, that made me feel good that he felt I was acting so mature.
He asked stuff like where I was from, what school I went to, what sports I played, because, he said, it was obvious I was outdoors a lot and very athletic looking, which was true. At that age I had taut muscles and was very lean and tan with a pretty good definition for a boy my age. I didn't play any organized sports but I rode my bike constantly and swam all the time. I seldom wore more than a pair of shorts outside so I was bronzed and golden looking with smooth, soft, unblemished skin.
Every now and then as we talked he would reach down and gently pull at his dick, as if to adjust it for comfort, but in a way that kept my attention focused on it. I'm sure he was aware that this eleven year old kid couldn't stop staring at his private parts. Looking at his very mature, masculine dick, so close, so on display for my young eyes, I couldn't stop the growing erection within my swim suit.
Finally he said, "You know, I don't wanna make you nervous or anything but, it's kinda awkward for me sitting here in the nude all by myself, you know? I mean, normally, everyone in here is the same. It just makes me feel kinda strange being the only one who's naked."
Of course, I immediately got where he was going with this and so did my dick, which visibly flexed in my swim trunks at the mere thought of being exposed. When it did, I saw his eyes go down to the motion. I was sporting a raging boner and even though it was covered, there was no concealing my erection in that small, wet boy's swim suit. I felt mortified that he knew I had a woody, I didn't know what to do.
"You know, it's just us guys. If you wanted to take yours off too, I'd be fine with that. You don't need to be embarrassed about anything. We're guys, you ain't got nothing I haven't seen in here before and it wouldn't bother me any. You know what I mean?"
I got what he was saying. He knew I had a boner, but he didn't care. I wasn't sure if I felt better about this or worse.
"I promise, I won't tell anybody as long as you don't. Just, relax, take your suit off, get comfortable, it'll be okay."
All at once, right then, I felt I suddenly knew what he really wanted. The whole "just us guys" act was a cover. He wanted me naked, and not just for the etiquette of it. He wanted to see my naked weenie, just like I'd wanted to see his!
But at that point in life, I didn't have enough experience to know for sure. I'd never imagined adults were interested in nudity the way a kid like me was. I was always trying to sneak a peek, but figured any adult had already seen it all before and didn't have any interest. Why would they? I knew I was curious about this stuff, but why would an adult like him find anything interesting in seeing another guy, especially a boy like me, nude?
Maybe this really was just normal adult behavior? I was probably only imagining he'd care about seeing a boy naked. But glancing over, I could see his cock growing harder as he looked at me, just as mine had gotten hard looking at him.
I tried to tuck my dick down, pushing it with my hand and as I did I felt his eyes, staring at the outline of my dick in my bathing suit. When he reached down and touched his, gently tugging as it grew larger and harder, I felt pretty sure I wasn't imagining it. I knew what he really wanted.
He wanted to play -- and fortunately for him, so did I. In that way we were kindred spirits.
I was nervous as hell and, more than anything, frightened we'd get caught doing something naughty, but I couldn't restrain my desire.
Without saying anything I nodded that I understood, as if I were just cool with it like any normal adult would be. I got up and walked over to the heater, just as he had.
With my back to him I bent over and pulled down my swim suit, giving him a good look at my smooth, 11-year-old bottom with prominent tan lines. My boyish backside was much paler than the rest of me due to all the sun I'd been getting. My skin is naturally dark, but in contrast to the rest of me, at that moment, my smooth, soft and totally hairless little fanny seemed cotton-tail white.
The way I spread my legs as I took my suit off probably gave him a good look at my balls from behind too, dangling there, not too big at that age but definitely hanging down. My sack was totally bald and with the way my cheeks spread when I was bent down he probably even got an unintended wink from my little boy hole too.
As I was leaned over I glanced back at him. He wasn't even pretending to politely "look away" as I gave him my little show. He was fully focused on my ass, his hand gently playing with his own erection. He made no attempt to hide that he was looking at me and, for some reason, this just emboldened me more. Suddenly I was enjoying being the little show off for him and made no attempt to hide anything.
I started to lay my swim suit on the railing.
"You might want to keep that to sit on so the boards don't burn your butt."
I realized he was right, the boards were hot and he was sitting on his towel, so I kept my suit in hand as I brashly turned around to face him.
His eyes went straight to my boner. My skinny little 5-incher stuck straight out from my almost hairless body in a way no one could have ignored. I was fully erect and my young cock was long and dark and prominent, protruding from my small body.
He smiled and nodded. "Ummm, nice," he said softly as he continued to touch himself.
Any doubts I had were gone. I knew now, for sure, he and I were of a similar mindset. I walked audaciously back to my seat, my boyish member bouncing with each step. I felt so funny in my groin because I knew he was staring at me, at my dick, and the strangest thing was I liked it. I liked it a lot. It made me tingle inside to know he enjoyed seeing me parade naked in front of him. He was looking at me the same way I always tried to look at naked boys and men when I could. I always loved finding excuses to play naked with other boys and I was always stealing looks at their stuff whenever possible. Now I KNEW he was the same way I was, that he enjoyed seeing other males naked, just like I did. I thought that was so cool, almost like a dream come true for me; an adult I could play naked games with.
I remember being in changing rooms at the pool as a kid and I was always disappointed when another boy would change under his towel or with his back to everyone to keep himself hidden so no one could see their stuff. I decided, consciously, not to do that. I'd give him the show I always wanted, with no childish effort to "hide myself" like a shy little boy. I would act like a man, just like him. I'd follow his lead and let it all hang out. At that moment, I guess, I unintentionally turned into an 11-year-old exhibitionist.
I tried to do it just like I was so "cool" that being naked didn't bother me, but I bet I came off like a little tease. I strutted across the room with my hard dick bouncing, as if having an erection in front of a man was something I did everyday. Actually, I was just afraid I would look silly trying to hide it at this point.
I put my suit on the hot wood and sat down on it with my dick sticking straight up from between my legs. So was his, at this point, and he didn't even pretend not to be staring at mine as he absentmindedly played with his own.
"You're really eleven?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"You're pretty big for eleven."
I knew he wasn't referring to my height.
I took my dick in my hand, pulling the skin all the way back and really showing off my full, brownish-pink head and the length of my curved, skinny shaft.
"I guess," I said, not really having anything to compare to.
As I pulled my skin back he kept stroking his dick up and down slowly. I didn't know anything about jerking off yet so I didn't know what he was doing, but I sure liked watching him play with himself and I know how good it felt touching my own dick, especially when it was hard.
"Are those hairs you got there?" He motioned with his head toward the sparse pubes I had over my penis.
"Yeah," I nodded and rubbed my hand over them.
"Man, I didn't get hair down there till I was almost fourteen. How long you had those?"
"A couple months. I just started to get 'em."
I pulled at them a bit, they were still a novelty to me. There were very few, but they were long.
"Can I touch 'em?" he asked.
I thought about it for a moment and, odd as this may sound, I couldn't really think of any reason why not. I had no concept of their being "bad men" who'd do things to boys sexually or that it was a crime to do so. I mean, I knew I didn't want us to get caught messing around, that would be embarrassing, but I didn't think it was anything really illegal. It was a more innocent time, parents and teachers never warned us about such things then, so it never crossed my mind.
Besides, if he was so bold he'd actually touch mine, I bet I could get him to let me touch his!
"Sure," I said.
He moved over to my bench and sat down right beside me so our naked hips and legs were touching, then he reached down and began rubbing the area over my cock, feeling the few long, soft, hairs that were there.
"That is so cool you're just getting this," he said as he rubbed my pubic region. "I can't even remember what it was like not having any hair down there. See..."
He shifted so he was showing me his groin area, including his hard shaft poking up at me. Even though the hair on his head was straight and brown the hair over his dick was curly and black. He also had very hairy legs and seeing his leg pressed against my hairless, smooth one, really made me realize how different a boy was from a man.
I looked at the hair over his dick and I wanted to touch it, but couldn't quite bring myself to reach out without asking. I couldn't bring myself to ask, either. I just kept staring.
"Touch it if you want," Mark said, as if he could read my mind.
I reached out and touched another male's pubic hair for the first time ever.
"Whoa..." I muttered under my breath. It was all crinkly feeling. Not at all like my few soft ones and nothing like what was on someone's head.
As I touched him he worked his hand lower onto my dick and took my shaft in his grip, pulling up and down, shifting my skin back and forth in a way that felt REALLY good.
I gasped at how good it felt to have a man's hand around my dick.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked and I nodded, unable to speak.
He started to pump it and it felt so great I didn't want him to stop.
Automatically I started doing to his what he was doing to mine. I moved my hand lower onto his shaft, started pumping it.
"Damn, you got a nice one, boy."
"You too," I said, breathing heavily.
"You're gonna be real big one day," he said as he kept manipulating my boyish member. "I can tell. You already got a nice start."
As I played with his dick clear stuff started oozing out of the top. I didn't know what it was but I got some on my hand and it was all slippery.
He reached his hand down to his own cock and took some of his precum on his thumb. Then, to my astonishment, he rubbed it on the head of MY dick.
"...oh wow..." I gasped under my breath as he made slippery little circles on the head of my very sensitive boy dick. I had NO idea what he was doing, but it felt totally awesome and seemed so wild.
He got more and more aggressive with me; rubbing his hands all over me, touching me, stroking me, fondling my balls, stroking my legs, even lightly pinching my nipples! My mind was reeling from all these erotic sensations I'd never experienced before. I felt a desire to have more and more of this, although I didn't know what "more" would be. I couldn't stop myself.
I felt his hand move up my back. When he got to the nape of my neck he rubbed it for a moment, massaging it. I melted in his hand, closing my eyes as he gently tilted my head back.
When I opened my eyes I found myself looking up into this man's very handsome face as he leaned in closer, looking at me in a hungry, desirous way no one ever had before. As he started playing with my dick again I felt my hips pushing upward in desire and actually caught myself whimpering, literally *whimpering*, in pleasure.
He smiled.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you boy?"
I nodded weakly, speechless in my horny state. My voice hadn't changed yet and my moans of pleasure were sounding like high pitched whimpers.
"Yeah, I can tell. I can tell by the way you whine like a little puppy dog when I stroke you right here," and he moved his finger all over the head of my dick again.
I didn't deny it, even as he fondled my penis lovingly and leaned closer to my face, looking at me more intensely than anyone ever had before.
"You're so fuckin' cute, you know that? I bet you do, don't you? That's why you like showin' off. Flashin' that pretty little ass of yours at me. You liked doin' that, didn't you, boy? Struttin' that hot little dick a yours like a cock-on-the-walk? You know you're hot shit. You're gorgeous and you know it and that's why you like to strut it around and show it off for guys like me, don't you?"
Suddenly I felt so ashamed, and yet, so turned on at the same time. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before, one of humiliation and shame, yet it only made me more aroused.
I didn't think I was good looking, but he was right in one regard. I HAD enjoyed showing off for him. How did he know that? I felt ashamed of myself, but so turned on at the same time because I knew he liked it. He liked looking, touching, fondling... me!
He leaned in closer still, his hand going to my face as he looked me over. I felt wonderfully weak in his grasp, helpless and yet willingly under his control at the same time. Everywhere he touched me just felt so good. He got closer, started caressing my cheek, touching my smooth skin. He ran a single finger across my lips and I was shaking, trembling, the adrenaline was pumping in me so hard and fast, my heart was pounding and, for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me or something.
"You're adorable," he whispered under his breath. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
For several moments he just held me in his grasp and I was totally immobile, except for my shaking, which I couldn't stop.
"Stand up," he whispered.
I snapped out of my spell and did as he told me without hesitation, pleased to be doing what he wanted. I was so turned on at that moment, I'd have done anything he'd have asked me to do. Anything!
He stood me in front of him and turned me so my dick was sticking right in his face. Then he reached up and started to feel it again while looking it over with the same loving closeness he'd used in examining my face.
"Damn, you are so hot! I can't believe I'm doing this."
He rubbed his hands over my hips then moved them to my buttocks where he began fondling my soft, boyish mounds. Suddenly he firmly grabbed them and pulled me forward. When he did, he also did something I NEVER expected.
He took my dick in his mouth!
For a moment I struggled in surprise, pulling against him in fear because I didn't know what he was doing. Was he going to bite it or something? But within seconds I found out what he was doing and my body wilted in his grasp, once more whimpering, powerless in delight, having never felt, or even IMAGINED, anything like this. I couldn't believe a man was putting my dick in his mouth!!! And I couldn't believe how astonishing it felt!
I trembled as his hands explored me while he sucked on my cock. He fondled my balls with one as the other reached around and stroked my soft, little boy ass. Even though I was starting to mature, I still had a totally soft, hairless bottom and he seemed to really enjoy playing with it. I felt one of his fingers slide in between my checks and play with my hole, another new turn on for me!
I put my hands on his head and reached down to his shoulders to steady myself as I whined in pleasure, not wanting him to stop and not knowing what else to do. After a moment he withdrew one of his hands from my bottom and began using it to pump his own cock. I couldn't actually see what he was doing (his head was in the way) but could see his arm moving faster and faster even as he continued to suck on my young dick and fondle my hairless balls.
As he began working his mouth more vigorously I started to feel a strange sensation in my groin that I'd never known before. It almost felt like I badly needed to pee, but it was different. I started to get really weak in my knees and could barely stand. I steadied myself against him and he slide his hand off my scrotum and between my legs, supporting my bottom and feeling up my ass at the same time.
These new sensations were starting to scare me. I didn't know what was happening and I wanted to push him away because it was getting so intense and I was afraid I was about to lose control of myself and have some kind of accident, maybe even pee in his mouth or something bad like that, but I couldn't do it, I couldn't bring myself to break away. In fact, I found I was pulling him harder to me, burying his nose in those scant, half-dozen pubic hairs over my dick.
All at once he started to grunt and moan and his whole body seemed to convulse. At about the same time I felt my ass cheeks tighten and the most amazing sensation I'd ever felt before surged through my inner thighs and up to my groin area. It was an indescribable tingling sensation that shook me all over and I felt my dick twitching and pumping uncontrollably in his mouth.
I was experiencing my first ever orgasm, but I had no idea what I was feeling. I just knew I didn't want it to stop.
Without warning he pushed one of his fingers slightly into my boy-hole and that was the sensation that finally put me totally over the edge. I felt myself straining in the peak of the orgasm.
I bucked my hips harder and harder, thrusting my skinny member as deeply into his mouth as I could, unable and unwilling to restrain myself even though I had NO IDEA what I was doing. Finally I stopped thrusting, holding my dick pressed into him as far as I could while whimpering like a puppy dog. I could feel it still twitching in his mouth as he sucked it. I thought I could actually feel his sucking all the way down into my balls, as if he we sucking something right out of them and my dick was his straw!
Finally, the sensation subsided, replaced by an intense sensitivity in my dick.
I stopped all motion and he finally stopped sucking on me (thank God!).
When he took his mouth off my dick there was a something dripping from the end. I don't think it was white, I think it was clear because I thought I had peed in his mouth! A wave of guilt went over me and suddenly I was so ashamed of what I had done.
I was about to say how sorry I was when he leaned up and licked the head of my dick, lapping the last drop of this stuff off my slit. The sensation of his tongue on my now incredibly sensitive penis made me pull back sharply. He reached around and put one hand on my ass and grabbed my shaft with the other, holding me in place for a moment more as he licked it while I wriggled and squirmed in his grasp. I tried to pull back, it just felt so intense, but he held me to him with a tight hold I couldn't get out of until he'd gotten all of what he wanted from my dick.
Finally, he looked up at me, smiled and said just one word; "Awesome."
He clapped my ass gently and gave it a squeeze. When he let go I collapsed back down beside him where I'd been before. I was breathing heavily, feeling spent, confused, guilty and yet... strangely thrilled. Only now did I become aware of how hot the sauna seemed and how much I was sweating.
That's when I looked down at his dick and saw he had this white stuff splattered all over his shaft and balls and his legs and stomach.
"What happened?" I asked, having no idea if he'd had some kind of accident or something. I didn't know WHAT that stuff was.
He just looked at me and smiled. "I came. Didn't you?"
He must have seen the confusion on my face. I had no idea what he was talking about, I didn't know what to say.
"You mean you've never cummed before?"
I just shook my head. I assumed he was talking about that amazing, incredible sensation I'd just experienced, but I figured that could only happen if a man sucked on your dick, and of course I'd never had that before. (It wouldn't be too much longer before I'd discover you could "cum" without having a man suck you off.)
I watched as he took his towel and wiped up his cum. I think he was going to tell me more but before he could we both heard the sound of the outer door to the changing room opening.
"Quick, cover up," he said indicating my still swollen cock.
He flipped his towel over his groin and I pulled my bathing suit from under me. I didn't have time to put it on so I just sat on the bare wood and laid the suit over top of me. My hard dick still poked up like a tent pole.
A moment later we saw a face at the window looking in and when he saw us this older guy, 50's or 60's I'm guessing, poked his head inside.
"How ya'll doing in here?" he asked as he looked us both over.
"We're doin' okay, how about you, man?" Mark answered.
The older guy looked at us both suspiciously, and for good reason.
Mark adjusted his towel but it was clear he still had a dick sticking up. He was sitting pressed right up against this naked, eleven-year-old-boy in an otherwise empty sauna. And I had my bathing suit laid on top of me with an obvious erection still showing.
Two guys with boners, naked and alone against each other in the sauna? If this guy had ANY brains he MUST have known we'd been up to something.
He looked us over and I felt the moment his eyes went to my groin, registered my erection, then went up to my face with a scowl. He looked at Mark. Looked at me, and clearly wasn't sure what to say or do.
Finally he said, rather sternly, "I'm gonna be closing up soon so you boys need to finish whatever you're doing and be outta here in about ten minutes. You got that."
"Yes, sir. No problem," Mark said, "Just gettin' ready to go anyway."
The Older Guy kept looking at us, knowingly, and said, "You boys be careful, alright? I don't need any trouble here."
"Sure thing," Mark answered.
The Older Guy left and we heard him leave the changing room. Mark looked over at me and laughed nervously with relief as he stood up. He unwrapped his towel, some cum still visible on his leg as he finished wiping it off.
Suddenly I was worried about getting in trouble for what I'd done and looked up at Mark with concern in my eyes. "You're not gonna tell on me, are you?"
He looked shocked. "Why would I do that?"
I shrugged sheepishly. I knew what I just did was probably something I shouldn't have been doing and I didn't want to get in trouble. I figured I could get in a real serious mess if he said anything, so I didn't want him to tell anyone.
Mark had no intention of telling on me. "Hey, I promise I won't tell anybody if you won't, okay? This is just like, our secret, okay?"
"YEAH!" I answered. What did he think, I was so stupid I'd tell someone about this! Was he nuts? Of course I wasn't gonna say anything about it to anyone!
"I'm not ever tellin' anybody about this!" I answered urgently.
He smiled. "Cool. Like I said, this is just between us guys, okay?"
I really believed him when he said he wouldn't say anything about it and that made me feel a whole lot better.
As he put his suit back on, "If you're still around tomorrow or the next day, you think maybe you'd wanna do this again?"
I told him we were leaving the next morning, so I knew there would be no other time, but I really enjoyed being with him.
Mark thanked me for a good time, got dressed and left before I did. I didn't see where he went, which apartment or anything. I never knew his last name.
As I was walking out I did see the Older Guy, who I guess was like the maintenance person, cleaning up. He looked at me with a sort of troubled gaze, then nodded at me. I think he just wanted to make sure whatever had happened in there I was okay with it or at least wasn't acting like I was upset or hurt or anything. I guess he was torn between letting "boys be boys" (even older boys) when it was harmless horseplay, and making sure no one was forcing a kid into something against his will or some other shit. Like he said, he just didn't want any trouble, so I guess we got off lucky.
The next time we visited my aunt she had moved out of that complex and into a house. I never saw Mark again, but he had opened a whole new door to me. I've enjoyed sitting around naked in saunas and steam rooms ever since then, and I never told ANYONE about what happened that day. Until now.
The End