I added a second ladle full of water to the hot stones in the middle of the room and watched the steam rise up above my head. It was pretty rare I got the sauna all to myself and I planned on enjoying it. I laid my head back down on the skimpy white towel I usually had to use as an attempt to be modest; enjoying a hot steam was awkward next to the town mayor or your best friend’s father. But being totally alone this afternoon made it much easier to lie back on the pine bench and let my mind wander. I was half considering rubbing one out really quick, I slowly ran my hands down my arms and over my chest and abs and over my sweating thighs. The heat and the humidity brought out the best in me and I was hanging low and proud. I was just about to commit myself to jacking off somewhere where I could easily be interrupted, but the sound of approaching footsteps crunching in the iced over snow made me jump back up to sitting against the wooden wall. I had only just re-covered myself when Mitch walked in.

“Hey Sam I figured you’d be in here. Listen, you’re gonna have to make a run east for me as soon as possible. We got some fancy photographer coming in from Los Angeles and someone’s gotta pick him and his equipment up at the air field.” He said with a sigh. We got a lot of photographers up here this time of year, between the Northern Lights and the harbor we we’re a pit stop for anyone who planned on photographing natural Alaska.

“Yeah sure, I’ll have to take the dogs though; the ice is too far melted for the skidoos.” I replied, eager to get him out before he noticed my hard on, between the towel and the thick steam I figured I had a 50/50 shot of getting away with my lapse in judgment.

“Alright, let me know when you get back, Mayor Ivan wants to meet him and kiss a little big-city Mr. California ass. Oh, the guys name is Zeke Hario. I don’t know what kinda name that is so I can’t tell you what to look for.”

“That’s fine, I’ll just look for whoever is freezing his ass off the most.” We snickered. These people from California never failed to inform us how fucking cold it was up here. They seem to think we all live in igloos and still use whale fat; I love the look of shock on their faces when they see we have doctors, sheriffs and a community council.

I got dressed as fast as I could and stumbled out into the glaring bright sun reflecting off the snow around me. I jogged the few feet to the row of bungalows where my house was and was ready to get going in a matter of minutes. It takes about an hour to get to the airfield in the next community so I had to move fast if I planned on getting back at a decent time. I lived alone, and I have since my parents took off for warmer climates when I was 20. Now, 2 years later I had yet to find myself a good wife to settle down with, mostly because I wasn’t interested in women and there isn’t anyone else I know who feels the same around here, so for years I’ve