I'm counting seconds. The end of my work day is only minutes away and I am going to leave at precisely when my shifts ends. I don't hate my job, it pays well and isn't as monotonous as my previous job. But still, it's just a job. I would be lying if I said this is what I want to do. It's a way for me to pay the bills and do what I like outside my working hours.

I hear a slight beep from my watch. Means that my shift has officially ended and weekend had started. I turned off my laptop, took my backpack and my personal belongings and started walking towards the door.

"Hey, wait a second!" I hear a voice calling for me from behind. It's Matti from accounting.

"Hi Matti." I answered.

"Wanna go grab a beer with me and the guys?" Matti asks, referencing to a group of our co-workers who are dressed and ready to leave. I wave at them, they wave back.

"Ah, man. Not today, I already have other plans. Sorry." I apologize. A pint or two does sound good. I just don't have the time.

"You're going swimming again? You're the only person I know who's willing to go there on a Friday. Isn't it filled with families?" Matti asks with a grin on his face.

"At least the families leave the fast swimmers lane empty for me," I say and laugh. Matti laughs back.

"I guess you're right. Some other time then?" Matti asks and pats me on my shoulder.

"Absolutely. Have fun!" I say as I wave good bye to Matti and the others and head to my car, get in and start driving. I know the route by heart.

I know Matti was right. It's generally a terrible idea to go to a swimming hall on a Friday evening. Especially if you are planning on swimming in peace. Even finding a parking spot is a pain in the ass. I drive in circles in the parking lot, waiting for even one car to leave. I have patience. I have my reasons. Finally, one family manages to get all the kids in their minivan and leave, freeing one parking spot for me. I park, turn off my engine, take my swim gear with me and leave the car. I walk the few minutes it takes to walk from the other side of the parking lot and open the door of the large sports complex, which has gyms, climbing walls, and of course multiple pools.

As I enter the locker room, I can hear it being filled with happy, loud noises. Children, their friends and families all talking to each other. And kids have terrible control of their volume. Their friend can be sitting one meter away from them and they will shout their stories to one another. But I don't mind. I have no children of my own so hearing their happy chatter makes me happy as well. These kids have high hopes and dreams. They might want to be astronauts or the president. They might want to be a famous athlete or – maybe more common nowadays – they want to become youtubers or twitch streamers. At least I think that is a thing. But I admire this mindset the kids have. They believe they can be anything when they grow up. And as long as they believe this, it can come true. I also admire their happiness and gratefulness for little things. Like this little boy sitting on his dad's lap, ecstatic about the juice box and apple slices his dad has given him. Try getting that much happiness from an adult, it will cost more than the 1€ this boy's dad spent on that kid's snacks.

I find an empty locker and remove my suit, my underwear and my socks. I fold them neatly in the locker. I grab my speedos, goggles and towel and walk to the shower room. I hang my towel on the rack and look for an empty shower. Only one shower is free. I open the shower and a little smile creeps on my face. I'm showering next to an incredibly cute blond boy, around 10 years old. Water running down his smooth body. He's washing his hair so nothing is covering that wonderful, wet body of his. Next to the kid is his dad. I try to control my smile, but this is wonderful. The only place where a man like me can be naked next to an equally naked cute 10yo boy and the boy's father doesn't even bat an eye.

But I need to focus. These sexy kids aren't the only reason I'm here. That's the reason I am here at this time. But the reason I swim is that our occupational physician recommended I get more exercise to balance the time I spend sitting down at a computer. And this is one of the most fun places for me to exercise. I have absolutely no interest in going to a gym filled with sweaty 'gym bros'. And the weather in Finland is shit 10 months of the year, so going for a jog in Finnish November weather sounds depressing at best. But swimming is something I gladly do. Especially when the views are great. And no, I am not talking about the concrete elements the hall is made off.

I finish showering and put on my swimsuit. I leave the showers and enter the pools. The place is full of people. But that was to expected. Like I told Matti, most of the people are in the kid's pool or the baby pool. Yeah, there are a lot of people actually swimming as well, but I find a lane of appropriate speed for me quite easily. A few clicks on my smart watch and I am ready to go. I start my exercise. First few hundred meters I swim freestyle. The world around me goes quiet. There is only me and the pool. I alternate between freestyle, breast stroke and back stroke. Again, something my physician recommended. I swim a total of 1600 meters. One mile. Quite typical amount for me. Not too impressive but still better than most people here.

Happy with my swim I walk back to the showers and strip naked again. I shower, put away my swim gear, take a long sip from my water bottle and walk to the sauna. Like everything else in the complex, the sauna is large as well. Easily fitting 40 people if the people sit close enough to one another. And now, the sauna is quite full. People are of course coming and going, but finding a place to sit might be a pain.

Still, this is my favorite part of my visits. Well, sauna is in my genes as a Finn. But, mainly my enjoyment comes from the fact that for a man like me a hot room filled with naked boys and men of all ages… Well, you can certainly see why I like these saunas and especially at these times that are popular with families and the younger folk.

The door opens. A boy, around the age of 13 tries to come in. He is still wearing his swim trunks. A real faux pas in Finland. And sure enough, it doesn't go without someone noticing.

"Boy, take those off or don't bother coming in at all!" a man in his 60s grunted at the boy.

See, this is what I love about Finnish public saunas. You have to be naked. Otherwise you will get shouted at by an old man. And in some cases people will gladly alert the staff and they will happily come and tell you to either remove your swimsuit or get out.

The boy who tried to enter is quite cute. A bit chubby, perhaps, but he has a lovely soft body and he still looks healthy. The boy does as the man told him, removing his swimsuit and putting it away before entering the sauna. He walks in covering his privates with his hands. I always find that funny, because the more someone tries to cover themselves the more I try to look and see what they're hiding. So covering has the exact opposite effect than what they aimed for.

"Max!" another boy says from the benches. The teen looks at the other boy and sits next to him.

So Max is your name. Let's see what you're hiding, Max. You can't keep your hand there forever. Eventually I will get a look. And I will see what you are trying to hide from us, you little cutie. I love this game, I think to myself.

And I was right. He isn't able to cover himself for long. As he sits down he moves his hand. I immediately understand why he was so shy. Max has a tiny willy! It can't be more than 3-4cm long[1-1.5 inch]. But he is entering puberty as he has a small amount of darker hair at the base of his willy.

I look at Max and his friend for a while. I always find it more interesting when I know the boy's name. Makes it somehow more personal.

But Max isn't the only boy here, there is so much to see! Boys enter and leave as I sit on the benches. I have no intention of leaving. I like the views.

Time passes and I've spent almost an hour in the sauna already. Only taking two little breaks to drink something and maybe pause for a second to look at the cute kids showering. Good to cool down a little every once in a while. I don't want to end up like that Russian guy who died in a sauna competition. But I'm so glad I came. I've seen dozens of wonderful boys. With some boys I caught just a glimpse but other boys spent a longer time in here, giving more time to admire their beauty. Scanning their whole bodies with my eyes.

I love all shapes and sizes of boys. And here I see all shapes and sizes. Short boys, long boys, fit boys, skinny boys, chubby boys. Boys with short hair, boys with long hair. You name it.

But I'm more interested in the faces and what they usually hide in the swim trunks. I love boy butts. But more I love looking at their privates. Especially with prepubescent boys it's amazing how it's impossible to guess what their penis will look like based on the kid's age or looks. There can be a 12-year-old boy with a tiny willy under 3cm long [~1 inch]. Or you can see a 7yo boy with one almost 10cm long [4 inch].

When a boy enters the sauna I first look at their face. Then I scan their whole bodies and especially the details of their penises and butts. I try to guess what their body will look like based on their face, but that is practically impossible. But that's part of the fun.

A little more time passes and I take a look at my watch. The swimming hall is nearing it's closing time. And that is easy to see in the sauna as well. Where as at the most crowded times you have to sit with your thigh practically touching the person next to you, now there are only a few persons inside.

And like clockwork, 30 minutes before closing, the sauna is completely empty. It always is. People like to have enough time to wash and dress themselves before leaving. And only a few minutes later I hear the last shower closing, indicating I am alone.

I usually spend a few minutes in the sauna by myself before leaving. There is some… thinking I need to do before I leave. I grab my cock and give it a few strokes. It gets hard almost instantly while I think of all the wonderful boys I saw. Some talking to their friends about what their next Minecraft build will be like. Some cuddling with their fathers. Some complaining how hot it is, wanting to get out much to the frustration of their dads who just want to enjoy the heat.

But every single boy-body is completely unique. And wonderful in it's own way. And every time I go, I see something new and wonderful. Something I haven't seen before. Something truly unique. Something memorable.

Yes, I usually take a little time and pleasure myself before leaving. I pick one boy that was either the hottest or caught my attention the most. On some rare occasions it can be an older teen but usually I pick a boy between the ages of 4 and 14.

I'm stroking my hard cock, thinking of what boy will fuel my fantasies today. Max enters my mind, the boy who was told to strip and tried to cover his jewels. I liked how he sheepishly without a single word did as he was told, removing his swim trunks. Revealing his naked body. Losing all privacy. Maybe he would do others things as well, if told firmly enough.

I start stroking my cock a bit faster. Thinking how I order the boy to come to me, kneeling before me and taking my cock in his mouth as he plays with his tiny willy. I'd grab him by his hair and start face fucking his tight mouth, hopefully getting a lovely gag reflex from him. And maybe after that I'd have him on all fours in front of me, spread his chubby buttcheeks apart and fuck his tight boypussy. Shove all of my cock in there, fuck him hard and eventually shoot my load inside him. And…

Then I hear something I didn't expect. The sauna's door opens. I quickly stop what I was doing and try to alter my sitting position so that my erection isn't as visible.

I look up. Two people walk in, a father and his young son.

"Come here, Nooa." The father says and instructs the boy to sit next to him. The boy does as he is told. They sit right across from me, maybe four metres away [13 feet]. It's usually my favorite place for a cute boy to sit as it gives me the best possible view. But it means that they also have a good view. I hope they don't see me sitting here with an erection.

The father is in his mid-to-late-twenties. Good looking man who obviously works out. He is in good shape. And the boy isn't an eyesore either. He can't be older than 6 or 7 years old. He is so sweet and sexy! A skinny boy, you can see his rib cage trough his velvety smooth and pale skin. He is so sexy. He moves his long, dark hair from his face with his hand. Nooa. Beautiful name for a beautiful boy. So adorable with his round face and delicate features. And what a sweet little butt! I took a look at Nooa from behind as he climbed the benches to sit next to his dad just a moment ago. With the right clothing he could easily be mistaken for a girl.

But not here. Not without clothes. Neither the father nor the son are prudish at all. The both sit with their legs spread giving me a clear view at their privates. And Nooa looks wonderful down there. His willy is a good size for his age. And perfect shape. And his little nuts… so smooth and inviting.

Nooa leans on his dad and the dad puts his hand on Nooa's thigh. Intimacy between a father and his son. That's so good to see. And I can just imagine how soft and warm Nooa's body must feel on his dad's hands. I wish his dad can appreciate this too.

I llift my head a little and take a good look at Nooa's face. Beautiful. But this didn't help with my erection at all. All I can imagine is kissing his little red lips. And then have them wrapped around my cock.

And my cock liked the idea as well. I look away from Nooa and adjust my position. Trying to hide my erection as well as I can.

I look up again and my eyes meet with Nooa's. I quickly look away. I can't look at his face right now. It's too much. Now I regret getting my self horny when I thought I was alone.

But I can't look away. Nooa is just too beautiful. And he has too sexy a little a body not to admire.

I slowly lift my face and see Nooa playing with his privates. Fondling his smooth, little nuts and pulling on this foreskin. Something I've seen plenty of boys do if they haven't been taught not to play with their parts in public.

But then Nooa does something I didn't expect to see. Something I haven't seen before. He grabs his willy between his thumb and his index finger and starts stroking it, quickly developing a boner. He starts picking up the pace, wanking his boner faster and faster. I can hear his breathing getting harder. He starts to rock his hips back and forth, clearly enjoying what he is doing.

I take a look at his dad. The dad doesn't seem to mind at all.

What am I supposed to do? What would a normal person do in such a situation. On the one hand, I am enjoying the sight more than probably anything in years. On the other, I know this is wrong, I shouldn't be looking at this.

But there is one thing that makes it impossible for me to leave now. My throbbing erection. I have no towel with me. Nothing to cover it with. If I go out I will clearly show this dad that I am hard while his little son plays with himself.

I look up and see that Nooa is looking directly at me. I try to adjust my position again but It's useless, I can see the boy looks down and must see that I'm erect.

"Dad! He has a boner," Nooa exclaims with his high-pitched voice.

"Yes, he clearly does. Good job buddy!" his dad answers to the boy.

"I told you he would like it," Nooa says proudly.

"Yes you did. You have such good eyes catching how he looked at you in the showers," his dad complimented.

What the fuck is happening. How do I get out of this situation?

"Did you like to see me wanking?" the boy asked. The question was clearly directed at me.

"I, uh, I was already you know. It's not like…" I try to explain. But I can say nothing.

"He is just in awe. He clearly liked your show. I liked it too, see?" his dad comments. Pointing at his own cock, clearly getting erect as well. Nooa's grin grows wider.

His dad ordered Nooa to stand up, probably to give a better view. I look at the skinny boy. His boner is pointing right at me. I can't help but look.

"He's clearly looking. He likes you, he is just too shy to admit it," the dad says.

"Don't deny it, I know you like looking at my boy," the dad continues, with this comment clearly directed at me.

I play different scenarios in my mind. What can I answer? The dad looks strong and fit, I don't want to anger him. But with my erection, it is pointless to fight the fact that yes, I did like looking at his son. I could argue that I already had the erection before they came in. That is a fact, but that wouldn't explain why I was staring at the kid.

"Well, yeah…" I mumble. What did I just say?

"B-but I don't want any trouble, I can just leave," I continue.

"Nonsense. Go ahead Nooa, tell him," the dad suggested.

"I like making men hard!" Nooa declared proudly. My eyes opened wide and I got even hornier at the thought of this little boy having pride in making men excited.

"I can make almost all of my dad's friends hard without even taking my clothes off," Nooa bragged.

"Do you wanna show your other skill to this man?" the dad suggested. Nooa nodded. I was interested yet frightened to see where this goes.

"My son is extremely skilled in giving head. All my friends love it," the dad proudly admitted to me, a stranger.

"I know he has a sexy ass, but it's still too tight. What do you say? Have you ever been sucked by a 6-year-old?" the dad continued.

"I-I haven't, no," I try to answer. Still debating what to do. The thought of having his this little boy wrap his lips on my cock and gladly suck on it obviously tempting. But the boy is only 6! I can't do this. Or can I?

"Can I pleeeeeeeease suck you? I promise it will feel nice. Besides there is no one here to find out," Nooa says. Basically begging me to let him suck me.

I give a little nod. The boy's face turns in to a grin again. With the grin still on his face, he walks to me. Now that he is standing next to me, I can see how small and skinny he truly is. I could probably wrap my hand around his upper arm. Such a hot little boy.

Nooa orders me to lay on my back. I do as he says. My dick is pointing up, waiting for the 6-year-old to work his magic on it. The boy then climbs on the bench and gets on all fours over my torso with his face facing my cock. He spreads his skinny legs over mine, knees next to my body with hands near my hips. I have a clear view at this little boy's butthole. I can also see his completely smooth boner and testicles hanging there. Wonderful.

Then it happened. I can see him lowering his head. He opens his mouth wide and the tip of my dick enters. I'm in heaven. The sensation of inserting your dick into a little boy's mouth is not something you can describe. The moistness, warmth and tightness combines with the fact that the mouth did indeed belong to a willing 6-year-old who begged to suck me.

He lowers his head, taking almost all of my cock inside his mouth. I can could feel his tight lips around near the base of penis.

Then he starts really sucking. Moving his head up and down. The boy clearly has a talent and I am not in heaven anymore. This is something even better. I've never felt anything this good. I can't last long like this. And I don't. After only a minute of his head on my cock I can feel it happening. An enormous orgasm. My body tenses.

"Cum on his face!" the dad suggests.

Nooa stops sucking me and quickly gets on his knees in front of my bench. I sit up and immediately start pumping my sperm on the little boy waiting for it. My load lands on his face, his mouth and his hair.

I look down at Nooa. His beautiful, smiling face covered in my cum.

Perfect.

I maybe should have regrets. I don't.

The End