Horst lay down on the hot wooden slats. He patted his bulge, and said,
"Yeah, Ryan, it's just you and me now. I betcha hungry." He grabbed
his cock through the pouch and started to jerk off in the sauna.
Ryan's mind was screaming now. He didn't want to become Horst's
"friend with benefits". A week or two of this, and he'd be addicted
to Horst's scent and cum. He had to resist, he had to escape, he-he-
he-had to stop enjoying himself so much. Gawd, Horst smelled so good.
His sweat tasted so goo------ooooooooooooooh, slurp. Horst spurted
into the pouch, and Ryan gulped it up absorbing every last drop.
"Heh, heh, I need a shower. I'll just leave you here to dry for
Carter, Ryguy," Horst said peeling Ryan off, and examining him, "Dang,
you're nearly dry already." He hung Ryan over the rail next to the
hot coals and headed for the shower.
Oh, damn, thought Ryan, it's now or never. He struggled to regain some
control. He managed to roll off the rail and fell to the wooden plank
floor. It was cooler down here. He could think more clearly. He had
to make himself human fast. Carter could come through that door at
any moment.