1 comments/ 23667 views/ 2 favorites Steam Room By: PaxtontheMeek She was a goddess. I thought so every time I saw her. Something of a "I'm not good enough to even think about her" level of beauty. What's worse is, she didn't even seem to know. She wore baggy clothes. She talked to anyone, everyone, at the gym. Friendly, smiling laughter with men three times her age. Her little fingers waves to everyone as he moved from machine to free-weights. Free-weights to machines. Her skin was like cocoa. Just a rich, beautiful chocolate. Black, thick hair that tangled down to her shoulders. It knotted, sometimes. Sometimes it's ends were split. Sometimes parts of it would swirl in little waves as though she had forgotten to brush it. Maybe she had. Her nose twitched as she laughed. Not that I ever made her laugh. I just noticed as peddled away on the stationary bike trying like hell to watch Tim Russert or whatever else was going on at CNBC. Even with the sound off and subtitles nixed. Even during infomercials. I didn't want to seem like some letch, some pervert. Of course, when she did see me spying her, she just smiled, waved a little finger wave. I'd respond. That's that. I started fondly referring to her as "Carrot." I didn't know her ethnicity, she could have been Indian or half-black. I was far too shy to ask her name. So I called her Carrot. Why? She made me pedal harder. Just seeing her shot my BPM up a few points. Make me suddenly start sweating. Had all sorts of biological affects on me. None of which were pleasant. Whenever I passed her by on the floor, as we didn't do the same machines in our respective circuits, I'd just smile and bow my head. Look to the ground and pass her by. She'd flash me a pathetic smile. I don't know if she ever watched me. Never turned around to see her. It's just a simple matter of fact: Nerdy guys who wear glasses do not approach or look at amazing women. It's really rule one of being a nerd. The primary rule. So on this particular day I did a nice work out, nothing grand, nothing difficult. Just something to keep the insomnia away, make water taste better. I had a light shower, threw my overpriced workout garb into my locker and donned my swimsuit. I then trudged out into the wet area. Stiffness was already beginning to overtake my body. It always did until I loosened it up with heat. I nodded to the few people who littered the pool, the benches, the Jacuzzi and slipped into the steam room. Two men, probably in their 50's, were discussing the shortcomings of my generation. Something I still look forward to doing when I'm their age. I took off the glasses, folded them neatly, and got comfortable. One of the pair said the lack of morality was to blame. The other declared it was playground equipment that was too safe. They argued about why each other was right before asking me what I thought. "Lack of role models," I said peeling my right eye open to look at them. Neither seem pleased and, with only minimal grunting, they left. Then there was only the sound of the Jacuzzi running. A soft, rolling noise. White noise. Much like that of a fountain you can buy at any new age store. It caused my feet to sink into the heated tiles. My breath to become deep and slow and my body to become heavy with fatigue. The temperature dropped from the two men leaving. It receded to the point where two giant jets started up suddenly, pouring superheated water vapor into the room. I was just across from them and so I felt the heat, the wetness, rise up my feet. Up my thighs to the crook of my knees. Then over them to my thighs, my stomach, my neck. Eventually I was enveloped in steam and loving it. I let out a slow sigh and then stretched as the tubes turned off. I sat like that for...well, I don't really know for how long. I may have even fallen asleep. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of the sealed down opening, someone stepping in and shutting it once more. I lazily turned my head to the door and smiled, not opening my eyes. I received a light and fluttery "hello" in return. Nice tenor tone. I smiled once more and said so in my tenor, wishing it were baritone, voice. Then there were the wet, sticky sounds one makes, no matter how lithe or graceful, on a steam room floor. Magnified by echoes. She had the entire room to choose from, but seemed to pick a spot about a meter from me. Probably for the heat. As she lowered herself down to the second tier of seating she asked "you don't mind?" "Not at all. Best seats in the house," I replied blindly. She giggled in a not-so stupid way. I was determined not to make small talk and just let the heat come over me. A few moments passed and the jets turned on from her entrance. A light blast, but hot and fresh none-the-less. I suppressed a moan. She didn't. I could then hear her slouching against the back wall. She could be quiet, which was the most important thing in the steam room as far as I'm concerned. All was right with the world until I heard her slowly turn towards me and inquire "have I seen you somewhere before?" I was about to put on my "too cool for school" act when I opened my eyes and saw that Carrot was seated far too close for comport. Instead I hit my head against the wall as I tried to sit up straight. Wincing, sat up and offered her a huge, over the top smile, "oh, yes, we've been working out together for - and I don't make working out together - I mean I was working out - not to say that you don't work out - but that we've been working out - again, not together, just, we - as separate individuals - have both been working out here - this gym - for some time now." She just stared for awhile after that, nodded and smiled. "Hell of a monologue. Didn't recognize you without your glasses." She snickered a bit and offered her hand, "Rishma." "John." I took it and shook it gingerly. She then squeezed my hand and leaned forward to look through the fog and into my eyes. My own pair widened and looked left to right, then into her eyes. My lord, they were lovely. Deep and brown and...deep. Very deep. Swallow you whole if you look too long. She squinted and then released my hand before giving me a slap on the thigh. "You're Bike Guy!" She said it a happy, jaunty tone. "Am I?" I blinked in confusion. "Yeah! Totally. Didn't recognize you without your glasses. Oh, hope you don't mind, I call you 'Bike Guy' because you're always on the bike staring really, really hard at the news." She shook her body at this to signify something. I do not know what. "Sorry for hitting you by the way," she said tilting her haid in a girlish way. "Oh, it's no problem, I'm used to it," I said with only a mild stutter. "What? Getting hit on the steam room?" She made a little "ooo" noise and then smiled brightly. "More to you than meets the eye. Speaking of which, you have really nice eyes." "Thanks," I said breaking eye contact, "most people think I look better without the glasses." "Not I! You look nice with them on, John the Bike Guy." "Oh, thank you," I muttered, unable to look her in the eyes still. And that was that. I turned and looked to the wall unable to think of anything to say. I tried to. A thousand lines beginning with "so" or "are" or "I'm" but nothing came out. Couldn't quite get the courage to say anything. I finally decided on the line of those devoid of skill and personality. "So what do you do?" And I was just about to say it, in fact I got so far as "So wha-" before the jets turned on again and the room was filled with hissing steam. "What?" She asked as she inched closer. "So what do you do!" "Oh, I'm a student! I'm going to be a nurse! You?" "Student. Going to teach English!" "That's," she shouted just as the steam shut off "great!" She then giggled and gritted her teeth as the vapor settled. "Little loud there." "Just a bit," I added. "What's your favorite play John the Bike Guy soon to be English Teacher?" "Oh, err, well...you know, comedy wise, Henry IV Part One." "Which is so much better than part two." "Oh, it really is. Falstaff and Hotspur are both so richly comedic that...you have no idea what I'm talking about do you?" I felt suddenly very out of place. She just smiled warm and patted me on the thigh again. "Yeah, not my thing. But I like to listen to you talk," she said with a quick wink. "Yes, well, people have come around for miles for the honor," I stated sardonically. "An orator, are we?" "Yes. A feared orator who crushes his opponents with fierce logic and bores the rest with...fierce logic." She giggled. I can't tell you why. "So," she said after a moment of silence, "how many women have hit on you in here?" "Let's see...including you....one..ish." "You're assuming I'm hitting on you!" "We'll you've hit me twice and you're making idle conversation." "That is the worst pickup line I've ever heard! You're completely unbalanced." "Completely. And it was worse than "Do you have a quarter? I want to call your mom and thank her." " "I've never heard that one," she said slowly, "and I wish I never had." "It's what I do. Present one with odd situations," I said dryly as I realized her eyes were large and glowing and focused on mine, "and hope it causes enough confusion to escape. It is the way of my people." "Wise people." Just...gorgeous eyes. Beautiful, full eyes. "We are. Wise and meek." This is when she slowly began to lean in towards me, eyes closing as she did. "More meek than wise, really. Wise enough to get meek. Still haven't gotten the Earth, though, so we are thinking about meeking it up a notch." Which is when her dark chocolate toned lips brushed the skin above and to the left of my mouth. She opened her eyes suddenly and laughed, sitting back. "I was aiming for your mouth." "You missed." "Yes, well, you didn't help much, now did you?" "I didn't know what I was supposed to-" which is when those chocolate toned lips I mentioned earlier pressed against mine. Suddenly the BPM ratings that I had on the bike were dwarfed. My knees raised and my thighs tensed up as I felt my body become lighter. Softly, I kissed back into it before leaning back and shaking my head in disbelief. I'm positive that despite my best efforts, I was still smiling. She just smiled back and looked to the ceiling and kicked her feet in the air, swinging them girlishly. Little kicks at the height of the movement. She turned her eyes back to me and said in a non-chalant tone "just trying to make it a one." "Hmm?" I replied in a daze. "You said oneish. I wanted to get rid of the ish. I'm anti-ish." She declared with a nod of her head. "So it would seem." "Plus you're kind of cute. In a 'I'm so unapproachable, look at me, I watch Jeopardy every night" kind of way." She said with a wrinkled nose, still nodding. "I don't watch it every night!" I protested. She just stared me down. "I don't watch Saturday's. They're repeats." She cackled and kicked her legs up, holding them in mid air before placing her feet down on the floor and tilting her head as he looked me over. "What's your deal?" She asked in a serious moment with a furrowed brow. "What?" I asked stupidly "What's wrong with you?" She repeated. "That's a...very, very long list." "Ha, ha, very funny." "I actually thing it would be quicker to say what's right with me." I said frankly, nodding a few times. "And that is?" "Nothing." "Are you self-deprecating or are you just happy to see me?" She said in a spritey tone before jumping off her seat and grabbing the hose mounted on the wall. Rishma aimed it at the tiles and turned on the hose, washing down a generous portion. She then cocked her head in an instruction. I didn't seem to get it. "Move over, hot stuff." "It's cold. I like it here." To which she sprayed me with the hose and smiled sweetly, tilting her head once more. "Not so cold anymore, is it?" "But this is my spot," I whined. She just aimed the hose at me in response. I was told that I'd never negotiate with terrorists, but, you know, it was cold. So I galumphed on over the seat she sprayed off and she carefully did up the hose before sprinting over and settling down. A wet flop as she shook her hair like a starlet from the 30's. Then a rather unexpected crook of her left leg over my right. I looked at the lengthy, muscular leg. My eyes ran up the purple toenail polish to the bend of her knee. Trailed up the jostling muscles in her inner thigh. Then up to the carefully tailor patch of dark green. Up that one piece suit to the cut at her neck where her beautiful cleavage popped out. Did I mention her eyes could swallow you whole? How about the fact that her raven-like hair looked better damp and spread out against the side of her face. I kissed her. Kissed her like I needed nothing more in all my life. My left hand wrapped around the back of her neck, grasping it and pulling her in. My right arm wrapped around the low her back and pulled he tightly as I could against me. She reciprocated by pulling me with her thigh and moving both her hands to back of my head. Our tongues danced like that for a good, long, slow minute. Her tongue would retreat, mine would massage the inside of her mouth. Then she would massage it with soft, gentle strokes, left, right, left, right. A little circle, then another, then another. I moaned without consideration. She moaned back, the echoes building inside my mouth. I felt my cock, inhibited, rouse up and push against the side of her leg, then press into it. "I'll go with happy to see me," she said in a throat, low tone as she broke the kiss. Her eyes looked into mine once more. First the left, then the right, then the left again. "I'm not this kind of girl," she said in a softer whisper before she kissed me again. It was a much more needy kiss. Much less about the hunger. I don't know what it was really about. I just know that I kissed her back with the same tempo, no tongue. Just two lonely people. Through the kiss I felt her hand slide down over my thigh, over my stomach and down my suit. I felt the water that had pooled at the ridge drip away. Her hand, that wonderful soft skin, moved against the base of my cock. I moaned into the kiss and felt exposed. I opened my eyes to find hers looking to me. She paused, for a second, and then grasped me at the base. "You shave" she muttered as I felt her hand carefully encompass me. Her fingers enclosed around my shaft and she moved her hands, without any tension, an inch forward, an inch back. She repeated this a few times before tightening, then closed her fist slightly each time. I broke the kiss to just look at her. I did my damnest not to look at her hand. The hot water made excellent lubricant. Her hand began to slide all the way up to the tip before sliding back down to the base. She laughed, "foreskin and shaven. My aren't we a contra-dick-sion?" Another little laugh while she continued to move up and down. A soft wanking motion. I leaned my head against the hot titles and closed my eyes. She laughed against and did a rapid fire little wank. "Hey! This isn't for my benefit you know. The least you could do is pay attention." "Well I already know how to do that." I said in a post canary cattish tone. "Lift up your legs," she demanded as she pulled her hand out of my swimsuit. I obliged and put my hands against the tier to push myself up. Between the deck press and the back wall, I could actually hold myself up with my arms. Slick surface included. I was all proud of myself and grinned like a little boy before I remembered the much more important matter of the hot woman who seemed to take interest in my saucy bits. She just ripped them off me and tossed them aside. They made a wet thud at the hit the wall. I could swear I heard them slide down. Either way I wasn't really paying attention. I was much more interested in Rishma looked up and down my body as I eased myself back to terra firma. She tilted her head and, in a faux little girl tone said, "Mister, can I suck your wollypop?" She laughed devilishly at this and pouted out her lower lip as though it were all a game. "Does have your dick sucked by a little girl disgust you?" "Yes." I said dryly. "Does it turn you on?" She asked, tilting her head from left to right to left again. "Yes. That's actually what disgusts me." She howled at this before kneeling on the lower tier and putting her hands on each of my thighs. "My, my, Bike Guy. You've got some mighty meaty thighs," she said in a sing song sort of way. That's when she gripped my thighs and began to massage them, inch by inch, moving up and down. She bowed her head down and rubbed her now soaking locks against my stomach, scrubbing me like a sponge. She then moved a lock of hair around the base of my shaft. She really seemed to like that area. She grabbed her hair and wrapped it around my cock and then began to wank me off once again. The sensation of the hot, wetness was incredible. She laughed as I moaned and tilted my head back. Then she released her hair and lowed her head. Her mouth was cool compared the climate. Just as she sealed her lips around the crown the jets turned on again. She squealed at the heat that was now spraying her bottom. Then she moved her tongue around the tip of me. Made the french kiss massage seem like an amateurs. Her tongue stroked up and down my shaft as he head held the tip of me inside her. I moaned once again, just relishing it. I put my hands behind my head and leaned back even further. She took me in deeper then. Her tongue stopped it's massage as the jets ceased. She pushed down, down, down. Further than I have ever been taken in before. I felt her stop, her throat tightening around me. A light, guttural whimper as she backed up half an inch. Then she pushed down again. She stopped and made the noise once more as she slid up me. She tightened her lips, muttered something and pushed down until I felt her nose press into my stomach. Oh, it was the greatest sensation. Just the feeling of her mouth stuck around her, her throat wrapping against me, made my cock swell. She gurgled once more and slide off, hitting me in the knee. "It's hard enough with this monster! Don't go making it any larger." "It's not that big," I said in a dreamy tone. "I know. I'm just trying to make you feel better about yourself. It's actually quite small." My eyes opened up instantly. She just winked at me as she moved her hands to my thighs once more. She pushed my cock up with the back of her head and, without the aide of fingers, held my penis up while she licked my balls. Savage, hard licks before she swallowed one, sucked it and released. Then, for good measure, she did the other. I was moaning in a steady rhythm now. Her tongue then slid in-between my balls and she shook her head from left to right. Her tongue played up and down, sloppily, all over my sac. I began to pump at midair, parts of me getting tangled up in her hair. I moaned again and said "I don't think you should continue." "I think I should. I want it," she said, all jokes, all entendre, all girlish cackles aside. Her eyes, locked on mine. Did I mention they could swallow you whole? Did I mention she could do the same with her mouth? She pulled my foreskin down. I winced, as I was so aroused. So fully erect. She tucked the skin gingerly beneath the corona and then blew against the tip of my now hypersensitive tip. Then, a woman on a mission, she sucked it in harshly. I moaned loudly as she moved her hand around my base once more began to wank desperately. He mouth tightened around the tip as she bobbed her head, causing friction just from that little strip. He raven locks danced, being slung to and for by the rapid movement of her neck. Her hand tightened, her lips tightened and her pace increased. I moaned, I thrust my hip. I curled my toes. I felt pressure building, my body tightening. Then I felt her other hand come up against my sac to rub, caress, pinch and even pull my balls. I began to snort rapidly, guttural, strange sounds coming out of my nose and mouth. I growled loudly. To which I felt her giggle, however slight. Steam Room You arrived at the gym early that morning, wanting to get your workout in before the crowds started arriving. You spent most of your time on the elliptical machine, breaking in a good sweat. By the time you were finished, your body ached and needed a nice trip to the sauna to relax you. Upon returning to the locker room, you noticed someone else's bag near your locker. Looks like you weren't the only one trying to beat the crowd. Shrugging, you peel the tights off your body, the sweat a tangible reminder of your workout. As you remove your sports bra, you can't help but smile when you see how hard your nipples had gotten. Working out always got you hot and bothered. Whether it was the rubbing of the spandex against your tits or the hot, sticky sensation of the sweat glistening off your body, you always seemed just a little bit hornier after a workout. Mmmmm...since you were the only one in the locker room, maybe it would be a good time to duck into the steam room and make it that much hotter. Forgoing a towel, you make your way to the steam room. As you enter, the wonderful sensation of the warm steam relaxes you instantly. You close your eyes and sigh softly as the steam forms a shroud over your body. "Hello there," a sultry voice says from the corner of the room. You yelp as you realize that you aren't the only one in the room. You open your eyes and through the fog of the steam, you see the silhouette of Stephanie, the gym's aerobics instructor. Even through the haze, you could still appreciate her firm body. Her long, blond hair was damp and her tanned skin was dotted with beads of perspiration. She wore nothing else but a wicked smile and the knowledge that she had you right where she wanted you. "I was wondering when you would join me Brandy," she said through bated breath. She stood up slowly and strode towards you. Your body was frozen in place, despite the heat. A total state of shock left you unable to move but a million naughty thoughts were racing through your head. You've fantasized about Stephanie since the first day you saw her in the aerobics class. Her taut body seemed to be always coated in sweat, highlighting her natural tan. Her tight, curvy as was always in motion and it was no wonder she had the most popular class in the gym. You never joined her class because frankly you would be staring at her the whole time so you've settled on just checking her out while on the elliptical machine. "I know you've wanted me Brandy," she whispers to you huskily as she circles around your body, like predator stalking its prey. "I've seen you stare at me while I'm teaching my class. You want me, don't you Brandy?" Stephanie softly plays with your hair as she awaits your response. At this point, your pussy is soaking wet, your nipples are as hard as a rock. Your ultimate gym fantasy is unfolding right before your eyes and you are speechless. "Mmmmm, I'll let you in on a little secret Brandy," she says to you. "I've also wanted you for a long, long time. You may see me flirt with all the men but there is nothing I want more than a hot, sexy woman like yourself." You moan at that revelation and involuntary begin to reach out to her. Stephanie takes your hands into hers, and through the steam she brings her face to yours and kisses you like you've never been kissed before. Her lips are like velvet, pressed up hard against your own as your tongues begin dancing with each other. You reach down and fondle her ass, the one you've been lusting over every time you go to the gym. Stephanie's hands begin cupping at your tits, the ones she's been secretly masturbating to every night before she slumbers. The kissing becomes more feverish and now both of your hands are a mass of sweaty flesh, pawing at each other like bitches in heat. Stephanie presses forward against you and you step back against the wooden wall of the room. She gives you an evil grin, lifts your hands over your head and pins them against the wall. You tilt your head back and close your eyes, eager for what happens next. You moan out loud as she attacks your face and neck with her lips, her tongue, and eventually her teeth. Licking the sweat off your body drives her crazy with desire, like a shark smelling the blood in the water. She bends her knees slightly so that her face is level to your chest, which is heaving from your deep moans. Stephanie squeezes your d-cups together, eliciting an even louder response from deep inside you. Soon, she is feasting on your breasts, biting the soft, succulent flesh. Sucking on your aching, hard nipples. Then, without warning, she takes both your nipples in between her fingers, pinches them and pulls on them hard. You let out a scream as you cum, the pleasure too intense for you to stand. Stephanie does her best to keep you upright, her fingers pulling your nipples upward and forcing you to stay on your feet. Slinky away slowly, she makes her way back to the corner where you see her towel. You are panting, waves of delight coursing through your body as you try and soak in what just happened. Reaching underneath the towel, Stephanie pulls out something that makes you gasp. It's a strap-on, a big black one that has you licking your lips in anticipation. She smiles as she begins to put it on, the long dildo grazing her sweat drenched thighs as she puts it in place. Not needing to be told the obvious, you place your hands against the wall, spreading your legs slightly. You feel Stephanie approach you from , the dildo hitting your ass lightly as she gets herself into position. "I'm going to fuck you Brandy, like no man ever could." In an instant, you pussy is filled with the entire length of the strap-on. She fucks you so hard that your tits are mashed up against the wall, the hard nipples scrapping against the wood. With each powerful thrust, shockwaves of pure pleasure ripple through your loins. Stephanie takes one of her fingers and starts probing your ass, bringing forth another juicy orgasm. Your pussy tights around the rubber cock as Stephanie grabs your mouth to try and dampen the scream of your cum. You try and turn around, wanting to please her as much as she has pleased you. But a swift spank of your ass forces you to stay right where you are. "I'm not done with your ass just yet Brandy," she remarks naughtily. "Stay where you are like a good little girl." Still behind you, she bends down on her knees, the rubber cock resting on the floor. Spreading your legs further, she proceeds to eat your pussy out. Her tongue lashes against the folds of your lips as you clutch at the wall, trying to stay up as your knees begin to weaken. Suddenly, the tonguing stops, only to replaced by two fingers being jammed inside your wet snatch. As if that wasn't enough to get you off, you feel her wet tongue begin lapping at your ass. The pleasure is overwhelming as both your holes are being pleased at the same time. Then, without warning, it stops. You whimper, hating to be taken so close to the edge but you know Stephanie is ready to give you just what you want, what you need, what you've been aching for. "Mmmmm...I know you've been wanting this Brandy, almost as much as I have. I'm going to fuck your ass and make you cum like the little slut that you are." You feel the head of the dildo probe at your pussy. You are so wet right now that your juices are literally covering the rubber cock in wetness. Stephanie guides the head and presses it right up against your cheeks. You moan, and push your ass back, wanting to get fucked. With her hands, she spreads your cheeks apart, opening your hole and preparing it for the onslaught. Then it comes. Not slowly, not easily but in one, hard thrust. You feel as if your ass is going to be ripped in two as Stephanie pounds it into you. You are filled completely and your pussy starts dripping again. Each thrust brings out a cry from you, the pleasure so much greater than the pain. You are close now, so very close and Stephanie can sense that. In one, smooth motion, she slides a hand underneath you and rubs your clit furiously. Your body gives out as you scream in pure ecstasy. The cum courses through your whole body, from the tips of your toes, through your drenched cunt, finally escaping through your mouth as you scream in passion. Your body is numb and you couldn't move, even if you wanted to. Stephanie smiles that devilish smile at you, taking your chin in her hand and tilting your face upwards. "Mmmmm...I'll be expecting you in class next week Brandy. But this time, you'll be the one instructing." Soon, she vanishes in the steam and you are left breathless. Steam Room Gertrude Auslander was not ordinarily shy, but now, in the United States at the gym, she was feeling out of place. She and a couple friends had just come in for an evening workout and steam: the usual light weights and half an hour on the treadmill or elliptical trainer was Trudi's plan. The workout went fine, good music on the stereo contributed to a good hard burn and a pleasant, mildly sore feeling. Now after a cool shower, a quick steam bath should have been the ultimate relaxer, but it wasn't working out that way at all. Instead, Trudi sat in the room with her two friends, Anji and William, and another couple, and squirmed with embarrassment. The room was smallish, just big enough for perhaps nine people on two low opposing benches and one higher one. The atmosphere inside was quiet & cloudlike, almost scalding with the sound of an occasional hot droplet condensing on the ceiling and spattering on the clean white tiles below. There was a big picture window that overlooked the pool, but due to the steam, it wasn't really much use. Pretty much ideal conditions. The room was *so* steamy that on entering, Trudi couldn't even tell who was who, or at first, even how many people were in there. In a great mood, she spotted the empty lower bench under the window and headed for it, bursting out with a cheerful "So which of you sweaty couples is Anji and William?" She had just whipped off her towel and sat on it right in the middle of the bench facing the others before she even recognized the social situation. Her words seemed echoey and over-loud in the close, quiet room. There was one couple on each of the opposite benches, and Anji answered from the higher one, "This is us, we're over here, Trudi" just as her Trudi's eyes adjusted to the lowered light levels, and she spotted them on the left, fully clothed. Ahead to her right, scant feet away on the lower bench were the other a couple of strangers, also dressed and all 4 of them looking at her fully UNclothed and rapidly flushing naked body like she was some kind of kinky, ...something! Nobody else was wearing a towel or even bothered to bring one, but they were *all* wearing swimming costumes, and conservative ones at that! Even though she was in America, Trudi hadn't thought to bring one to the gym at all, just assuming the offer of a steam automatically meant "nude," as a matter of course. Apparently though, Americans took their steam clothed. "Oh, gosh, *excuse me!" Trudi stammered, jerking up from her seat, whirling and bending to get her towl, only to realize that both revealed and drew attention to her bare ass. She was practically pushing it in his face! The guy over there could literally reach out and touch it. Needing to make up for her mistake somehow, Trudy blundered along, saying, "I'm German, see, so we always used to go in the steam room, and I always thought..." a useless and not even believable excuse, even though it WAS true. At the same time she spun and tried to tie her towel back in place at the same time. Somehow this was even more embarrassing since now she had her arms spread and the towel behind her back, adjusting the height to cover everything and for a second that seemed like ten times that long, was giving a full frontal shot to a couple of strangers! Her tits were right at their eye level: God! Plus, she didn't really know Anji's new boyfriend Willianm well enough to be giving him a strip show like this either. It seemed like her whole body blushed red before finally getting the towel tied back in place. Trudi let her disclaimers die die away to a meaningless whisper, and quietly sat down, feeling miserable. Now Trudi sat silent, covered as best she could with the towel, and unconsciously cramped over in one corner of the upper bench trying to be invisible. Another drop fell, splatted in the silence. Then, with a click, the steam turned back on and a new wave of humid cloud began to roll in along the floor, along with a roaring, hissing sound effectively ending whatever polite "that's ok" sort of remonstrances anybody might have wanted to give. The obscuring cloud of vapor couldn't come fast enough for Trudi who could now see all 4 of the others pretty clearly. She felt like she could read Anji's expression of embarrassed sympathy, almost. That was just assumption though, it was really too foggy for that. The other guy just across from her was only a couple of feet away, and he was looking right at her though, down at her waist. Not her waist, lower! With a fresh wave of embarrasment Trudi realized the short gym towel wasn't covering everything sufficiently and she was *still* giving a show. Trying not to make a big deal out of it, she pressed her legs together even harder than they already were, turned away from the others and ootched over a bit towards the farthest corner of the bench, sobbing a little (thank God for all the steam noise) and pretending to look out at the pool. That was fake: you couldn't see anything out the mostly opaque steam covered window, but she sure didn't want to look at anybody else. Her friend Anjin came to her rescue. "No problem, Trudi, we usually do it all the time, too," said Anji, in a nightclub voice loud enough to be heard over the noisy steam vent. Who was "we?" She'd only even KNOWN William for 3 weeks! "We" should've been Anji and Trudi, if anything. Anji was stepping down from the high bench to sit next to Trudi. "Heck, I'm already way too sweaty for this thing now anyway. You had it right the first time, Trudi!" Anji reached behind her back and pulled the lower string untied. It came loose as her now freed breasts seemed to burst free and outward a little, with the bikini top, not so big or conservative looking after all now just draped over her nipples, hanging down in the wet. The steam cliked off into silence again. Slowly, Anji grabbed the strings around her neck with and pulled the top off like a long necklace, not bothering to untie the string around her neck, it but leaning her head to the side and lifting the top over her head and then down over all the hair hanging to one side. Straightening up, her breasts gave a quick sexy swing and her hair fell over her right one covering the brown nipple and making the left one seem even more naked. "Whew," said Anji, flipping her hair away with another unavoidable jiggle. Some hair was left, plastered to her chest by sweat. What guts! Trudi was still embarrassed, but felt like her friend was doing the whole thing just to make her feel better and it was working. Why should somebody feel bad about stripping in the steam bath, anyway, hey? These Americans were ridiculous with their prudishness! Trudi wanted to jump up and hug Anji but contented herself with a little giggle. Trudi saw Anji look directly across to the other couple as she arched her shoulder blades into the back of the bench and lifted her butt so she could slide her bottoms off. "Ahhhhh, better..." she said in a hot exhalation, looking up towards William, who certainly hadn't missed any of that. The other guy seemed to be having some trouble breathing. Maybe he was just hot, too. Anji tossed her bottoms lightly into the corner of the bench and crossed her legs, bobbing her right foot a little. Now SHE was the naked one in this room of uptight Americans, but it didn't seem to be bothering her. In fact Trudi thought she saw a little quick flash of shocking pink at the bottom of Anji's dark little bush just as her legs were scissoring one over the other. Anji wore beginnings of a "come on I dare you" grin building up, and said, "Hmmmmm..." contentedly, leaning back and wiggling right left like she was snuggling into her chair for a long sit. That was enough for William apparently. He mumbled something like "Yah, it's sure hot in here," or whatever, stood up with his neck cocked over (from the top bench you'd hit your head on the ceiling otherwise) and just dropped his shorts in one sudden motion. He seemed a little abrupt and embarrassed and sat right down where he was. Guys can't really gracefully cross their legs to cover up and so there he was, with most of a boner kinda wobbling back and forth in the air, not two feet from the other girl's shoulder, and of course she'd turned to look when he started talking. It was so comical, and Trudi felt bad for William now. What a good sport he was! Anji was enjoying herself immensely: William's move had brought a smile to her face and she made a little gun with her hand and shot him in the heart, getting a crooked abashed grin back. "Yah, that DOES look way better: thanks for making me feel comfortable, guys" said Trudi, and she meant it. No longer embarrassed at all, she stood, undid the towel, folded it into a neat little seat cushion, gave it a pat and sat down. As she turned to sit, the situation had changed utterly. William's eyes were like saucers as he tried sooo hard to keep his gaze off Trudi's nipple rings, his hands flat on the bench not knowing where to go since he desperately wanted to hide his now full hard on but what could he do, and how could he not enjoy it with three chicks almost in arm's reach looking at it? The other girl's head was practically swiveling as she went back and forth between keeping an eye on her boyfriend on the left, and William's dick on the right, which seemed like it would hit her in the ear if it fell over, which it surely would if it got Any Bigger. Trudi gave her upper lip a little lick. Anji uncrossed her legs and placed her feet flat, not quite together, relaxing in the heat, and yes her clit was definitely peeking out now. It was William's turn to have his head on a swivel, or his eyes anyway: he could take us in together without moving his head but it was hysterical to watch his attention slash back and forth and the conscious but perpetually failing effort to drag his eyes up to our faces. Anji had a huge grin. "Looks like you're overheating up there, Will..." "Well *I* sure am." Said the other girl somewhat abruptly. "Maybe you just need a quick shower?" tried her boyfriend. "Yah, let's both shower and get out of here. See you in the lobby, Brian." she ordered. This was not her cup of tea I guess. The steam fired back up just as the door closed on their retreating butts, and we three all burst out laughing. "Thanks SO much you guys! Anji I love you." laughed Trudi. "Uh, no problem, Trud. You're cool." offered William. Anji giggled and said, "Well, it LOOKS like you've got a problem, Will. I'll take care of that for you later, though." "Well, what you exPect? Huh? This is not your average day in the gym for me, that's for sure! I think I want to visit Germany." "No way!" teased Anji. "All the other girls in Germany look just like Trudi and you'd drop me in a second." She said this while brushing all the beads of condensation from her stomach, in one deliberate slow sweep, starting just below her breasts and continuing on over her thighs down to her knees, ending with a flick that jiggled her breasts and a quick readjustment in her seat. Or was she just waving that little pink cunt at him a little? William didn't look like he was thinking about all those other girls. Steam Room DISCLAIMER: This story contains adult MM content. If this type of material offends you please do not read it. Also this is a work of fantasy. I neither practice nor encourage unsafe sexual practices. This is my first attempt at writing and I welcome all feedback as long as it is constructive. I have, for as long as I can remember, disliked going to seminars alone. I much preferred traveling with a coworker so that I would have someone to spend the evenings with that I knew and was comfortable with. Unfortunately, this seminar was a solo trip. I found the flight to be quite uneventful, from check-in to collecting my luggage upon arrival at my destination. Maybe this weekend wouldn't be so bad after all. At least it had started out pretty good. The seminar actually started the next day, so I had time after checking in to the hotel to enjoy a nice dinner. I checked the phone book upon arrival to see if there were any spas which would allow me to get a massage and enjoy a good sauna after dinner and before turning in for the evening. I was not able to find any that offered massages in the evening, but I did manage to find one that offered sauna, whirlpool, steam room and shower. It had the added bonus of having a weight room if I decided I wanted to work out a little before relaxing. I made note of the address, grabbed my map of the city and headed for dinner. I had a nice quiet dinner at a very nice restaurant, and then decided to give the spa a try. I found the front of the facility bright and well lit. The personnel at the desk were very helpful and courteous. One of the young men at the desk escorted me into the facility and showed me where the lockers were. He then told me to enjoy my evening and left me to change out of my clothes. I wrapped the towel around my waist and found my way to the steam room. I took a seat and began to feel the tensions of the day ebb from my body. I felt a hint of cool air as the door opened and a large muscular man entered. What struck me as odd was that he was carrying his towel rather than wearing it. My eyes were immediately drawn to his groin as he had the largest dick I had ever seen. Sure I had seen adult movies before, but this dick was as big as any of those and still limp. I realized I was staring and quickly looked up to find him smiling at me. As he walked over to where I was seated, he asked, "Do you like what you see?" I didn't know what to say. I had heard these types of things happen in health clubs and spas, but I always thought they were fictitious accounts of someone's vivid imagination. I again realized I had been staring at this magnificent cock, when I heard him speak again. "Why don't you take a closer look?" As he spoke he began to stroke his cock and it responded to his touch by growing thicker and longer. I would guess that it was at least 10 inches long and almost as thick as my wrist. I had never imagined that a man could actually be that large, but here was proof right in front of my eyes. I knew I had to reply. I knew I had to get out of there. I stuttered, "N-n-no, thanks. I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare. I-I really have to be going anyway." As I began to stand up, my towel, which had been lying across my lap, fell to the floor. I realized for the first time that I was harder than I had ever been. This fact did not go unnoticed by this stranger still standing directly in front of me and as I bent to quickly pick up my towel and cover my nakedness, he took the opportunity to slap my face with his massive cock. He placed his free hand behind my head and directed my head to his crotch. The position of my neck forced me to my knees and I found myself face to face with his monster cock. I licked my lips and he held the tip directly in front of my mouth, touching it to my now wet lips. I tried to move my head, but his grip was too strong. "You know you want to lick it, so what are you waiting on?" The searing heat from his steely cock was burning my lips as my tongue darted out of my mouth and licked across the head. My senses were never more alive than they were at that very moment. I could smell his manly musk, I could taste his salty skin, and I could feel the hardness of his cock. I licked again. "Now open your mouth and suck it," he said, as he pressed the tip against my lips again. Without thinking I simply opened my mouth and allowed him to press it between my lips. I think I half expected him to thrust it all the way down my throat and gag me until I couldn't breathe. Instead he only inserted it just past the head allowing me to run my tongue over it as I wrapped my hungry lips around its enormity and began to do what I enjoyed having done to me. "That's right, cocksucker, suck that big dick." At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be his cocksucker and do just exactly that. I began to slowly slide my lips and tongue down the length of his hardness until I felt the head lodge firmly in my throat. Then I slid my head back up the full length of this massive tool until just the angry head was still in between my lips. As I moved back down, I tried to take him even deeper in my virgin throat. Fighting the urge to gag was proving to be more difficult that I imagined. I wondered how men and women who are able to deep throat ever learn to do it. This stranger knew exactly what he wanted from me and he guided my head in his tempo up and down his shaft. Each time I would try to take him still deeper, until I finally managed to have the head slip into my throat. He felt the increased pressure and stopped, holding my head perfectly still. As he did so, I began to realize that the sensation of gagging lessened slightly. He slowly retreated again, but this time did not allow me to pull as much of his length from my mouth. He allowed me to catch my breath, and then pressed with even more force into my throat as another full inch was driven past my gag reflex. Again he waited a moment before withdrawing just enough to allow me to again catch my breath. Once again, he began into my throat, only this time, he did not stop, but began thrusting with each stroke deeper and deeper until my nose was firmly pressed against his pubes. What I had wondered about a moment earlier, I was now doing. I was taking this monster cock deep into my throat. In fact, I was literally having my throat fucked by this stranger with the magnificent cock. Just before he withdrew, I again felt a slight draft on my bare ass and suspected that someone else had entered the room. My lover did not hesitate even for one second, but withdrew again so that I could catch my breath. His hands effectively prevented me from seeing who had joined us in the steam room and as I attempted to turn and look he held my head firm and began his reentry into my throat. I felt something cold and wet on my anus. I got very nervous, as I couldn't imagine anything going into that hole. Then I remembered that only a few minutes earlier I had never had a cock in my mouth either. I decided to relax and hope this new stranger was as gentle as the first. I soon felt a finger intruding inside my anus. This was not too bad as I had experienced annual prostate exams and knew what to expect from a finger. Seeing no resistance to the finger, the stranger withdrew and added a second finger. Feeling no resistance to this, the stranger inserted a third finger. I felt increased pressure, but still could not say that I truly felt any pain. I refocused my attention on the magnificent specimen lodged firmly in my throat as I realized I now needed to take another breath. As if he could read my mind, he slid slowly out again until I was able to again breathe. I felt the second stranger pressing his hardness firmly against my anus, and with the timing of a symphonic musician he pressed into me at the exact moment that my throat was again filled to capacity. The momentary flash of pain brought stars and tears to my eyes as both lovers, as if on cue, froze fully inside of me. As my oral lover began to withdraw, my anal lover did likewise. After being able to catch my breath, I realized the pain had subsided in my anus. With the graceful execution I thought only years of rehearsal could produce, these two strangers played my body like a fine tuned instrument. Slowly and deeply they played me. Time no longer had any meaning to me as I relished the pleasure I was feeling of being used by these two virtuoso performers. Just as I wished this could continue all night, the tempo increased as they both neared the crescendo signaling the climax of the performance. Soon I felt them tense and hold as they both released their precious fluids simultaneously inside of me. The newest stranger withdrew first and I felt empty. My anus twitched as if it was begging him to return. Instead he said, "Thanks. That was great. You have a fantastic ass." I again felt the draft as he left the steam room. I realized my initial lover was still in my mouth. He had pulled back so that I could breathe without difficulty but had not pulled completely out. I could taste the saltiness of his seed now on my tongue. What I thought would be repulsive, I actually found quite pleasant. At that moment, I knew that this may have been my first experience with a man but it would definitely not be my last. He slowly withdrew his now softening cock from between my lips and I reached up and held it gently as I licked the head clean of the remaining semen. He had not spoken again since he had told me to suck his cock. Again he broke the silence of the room, "Wait until I leave the room before getting up off your knees." With that last command, he walked out and I again felt the cool air on my ass. It was at that moment that I realized I had another man's sperm leaking from my anus. I could feel it as it slowly ran down the back of my leg. I looked at my watch and was surprised to find that an entire hour had passed since I first went into the steam room. I also realized that I had never seen the face of the stranger who had taken me anally. I doubted that I had seen my oral lover's face enough to even say that I knew what he looked like. I was very sure that I would not be able to describe anything about him except that magnificent cock. I quickly got up, grabbing my towel and headed for the shower in hope of seeing him again. Unfortunately, when I arrived in the shower it was vacant. I showered and left the spa very relaxed and satisfied. I may not have received the massage I initially was looking for, but I could not have been more content. Steam Room I have removed all my clothing. I wrap the towel around myself, relishing in the feel of its coarse fibres against my naked skin. The tiles are cool under my bare feet. I let out a sigh of content and amble over to the door of the steam room. When it opens, it lets out a plume of wet vapour that has me reeling back a little. It smells damp, yet slightly tropical. I step in and close the door behind me. It's impossible to see anything, and I stumble blindly for a few seconds, until I feel your hand around my wrist pulling me towards the bench on which you are seated. I smile as you bring me closer to your chest, and we sit like that for a while. My skin grows damp from the steam, my lips coated in moisture. I sneak a quick look at you. Your head is gently leaning against mine, and your eyes are closed, your face the very picture of relaxation. I drift my eyes over your body and feel a tingle go up my spine. You have well defined muscles, the lean kind, and the water on your skin glistens over them in a way that sends a twinge of passion through my core. I snuggle a little closer to you and run my index finger down your chest, to just where the towel wrapped around your waist begins, and slowly slide it underneath. You give a small short chuckle, and gently remove the finger. I pout. Obviously I'm going to have to try a little harder. I shrug your arm off my shoulders and go sit on the other bench, refusing to look at you, and you laugh. "Come on, don't be like that." I ignore your words and look at the wall. You sigh, but I know you are still watching me. I move my shoulders back a little and pull an expression of discomfort. "It's so hot in here," I mumble, and very slowly remove my towel. I have the satisfaction of seeing your eyes light up as my breasts come into view, and then my pussy. The towel slides over my mound in a way that makes me a little hornier, and I let out a small moan. Leaving the towel on the floor, I spread myself out on the bench and close my eyes. I can feel your gaze on me, and letting out a small sigh of contentment, let my fingers drift down to my waiting nether regions. I play with myself for a while, but only enough to tease you. I bite my lip in the way you love and slide a finger into myself. I hear you let out a soft moan, and I look directly into your eyes, put the finger in my mouth and suck it very slowly. That did it. You stand to attention beneath the towel, and I don't know if you are aware of it, but your hands are gripping the edge of the bench so hard the tips are white. I approach you and straddle you, my pert breasts just in reach of your face. My arms are wound around your neck. I reach down and give you a sensuous kiss. Your strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer. I grind my hips into your hardness and you suddenly stand up, whip off your towel, pick me up and lay me down on the floor. The heat in the steam room is almost making my head spin. The combination of the humidity and our movements has me slightly breathless. You move over me gently and I feel you poke against my inner thigh. I lift my hips and try and press into you, but you kiss my cheek and whisper, "Not yet." You run the head of your penis up and down my slit, and ever so softly press it against my clit under its hood. I let out a small gasp, and you repeat your motions, pressing harder each time. When you move away I feel a small twinge of disappointment, but that is soon replaced by the warm feeling of your mouth on mine. Your arms slide under my shoulders and we share a passionate embrace on the damp tile floor. But again, you break away much too soon and this time I am angry. "Stop that!" I hiss. You wink at me, which only serves to infuriate me further. "It gets you going, though, doesn't it?" you grin. I roll my eyes, but my annoyance is soon diffused as you lick your way down my neck and collarbone and come to my breasts. You plant small soft kisses all the way around the smooth globes, taking care to make sure you touch everywhere but the nipples. Then, finally, you move to my right breast and graze the nipple with your teeth. I feel the wetness rise below and let out a small "Oh!" You suck at differing intensities, each one yielding a different reaction from me, and bite and kiss the soft flesh. My nipple is soon pink and swollen from the attention you have been giving it. You look up at me, smile, and then proceed to repeat the treatment on my left breast. This is driving me crazy. I poke your shoulder with my finger and frown in mock annoyance. You frown back and we both giggle. You quickly kiss your way down my ticklish tummy, drawing out more laughs, and then you finally reach my pussy. Oh God. Your warm breath hits my hungry clit and my eyes almost roll back into my head. You gently blow on it, and plant a light kiss, before suddenly licking your way over my entire sex. I moan your name, and you suckle on my clit for a few more seconds before plunging your tongue inside me. You wiggle this way and that, and stroke on the sides of my nub with your long fingers. I am wetter than I have ever been, my passion drawn out by the heat of the steam and of our foreplay, and it's not long before I am very close to climaxing. You forcefully jab your thumb onto my sensitive button, and I almost -- almost come. I can feel the euphoric feeling rise up, and I quickly detach myself from your lips. I want to come with you inside me. You are half lying on the floor supported by your elbows, and I am lying on my back, knees up, exposed to you. Your eyes drift over my glistening pussy and I know what you are thinking. But not yet, I tell myself. I quickly stand up and, grabbing your wrist, bring you up with me. I press myself against you and feel your erection. You murmur something in my ear and nibble the lobe. I kiss your neck, and lick a wet trail down your stomach to your crotch. Your swollen cock awaits me, a tiny bead of precum waiting at the tip, and I lick it eagerly. You twist your hands into my hair and I get onto the serious work, running my tongue around and under your foreskin, kissing and blowing on the head of your cock, and finally taking you inside my mouth, occasionally rubbing your penis onto the inside of my cheek or lifting my lips around the glans so it makes a popping noise. I use my hands to massage your balls, and your head is tilted back in pleasure. Eventually I feel you easing me off, and I reluctantly let go. You haul me up and slam me against the slippery wall, lifting up my leg to allow you better access. We fumble and stumble, but it is just too difficult standing up, and we return to the floor, your weight on top of me like a heavy blanket. You enter me slowly, and move in and out at the same speed, teasing me and yourself at the same time. I dig my fingernails into your back as a signal to go faster and you obey, your thrusts becoming deeper and harder, your cock rubbing against my clit and touching me in all the right places. This is it, this is what I love, the pure, animalistic fucking. The guttural moans that are escaping from your throat and the sound of my own shallow breathing as you pump in and out of me seem like the most beautiful sounds in the world right now. I wrap my legs around your back, and lift up my hips. I am very close now, and I lift my lips up to your ear and whisper a command for you to come inside me. I need to feel your climax, the need is overpowering. You say nothing in response but increase the intensity of your motions. The air is filled with the scent of sex and sweat and steam, and that familiar feeling builds up in my loins, and I come, writhing underneath you and yelling your name so loudly it bounces off the walls, and the feeling of euphoria is so high that I am surprised when it is increased a few moments later as you explode inside me, your warmth filling me like nothing else can, and you still thrust even as your penis grows softer, until the last throes of both our orgasms have died away and we lie on the floor, dizzy from the heat, breathless. My skin has turned pink from staying in the room for too long. I stay on the floor with you for a while longer, and then slowly disengage myself and walk to the shower. The water is cool and refreshing, drumming against my heated skin, and I soon hear the curtain draw back and you step inside with me. You embrace me from behind, kissing my hair and murmuring sweet nothings, and I turn around to face you. My lips find yours and soon all I can hear is the rush of the water and the beating of our hearts. Steam Room Yvette was finally used to the exercise of using the treadmill, she could go ten miles now without exhausting herself. She pressed a few buttons and stepped off the treadmill, the gym always got her hot. All the hard male bodies around her, she looked around at the weights section and drooled over the men pumping irons. She afforded herself a few seconds more before moving off, she needed to head to the steam room then the shower before heading home. It was times like these she wished she had a boyfriend, she sighed quietly to herself as she moved into the locker room and took off her sweaty clothes and wrapped herself in a towel before pushing open the steam door. Justin leaned back against the wall of the steam room letting the heat of the room loosen his tight aching muscles, he had put himself through a harsh training regime the last few weeks. He pulled the towel over his hips more securely as the door to the shower room opened. A woman entered like a Nubian goddess then she purred as the door shut, "Just what I need right now, a hot sweaty man," he could just make out her licking her lips as all his blood rushed south. She couldn't believe what she had just said! She was mortified, it must have been the combination of the heat and her hormones. But now that she had gotten close enough her hormones went into over drive as she regarded his golden tanned skin and his short curly blond hair. His dazzling blue eyes, she had made the introduction. She could either melt into a ball of embarrassed mortification or go with it. She decided to go with it and damn the consequences. "I'm Yvette, what's your name Mr. Hunk?" she asked grinning. Justin sat there in stunned silence as this black goddess had gotten him rock hard in no time flat as she approached him and sat down next to him. If he wasn't already flushed from the heat, he would certainly have a dark blush now from her complements. He couldn't let this woman see she'd been able to shake him up so he replied, "Justin, so midnight goddess what do you hope to achieve with all of this?" "A hot sexy man for my bed, but here will do," she said her eyes flaming with lust as she watched the sweat on his chest run down through the thatch of damp golden hairs and through his muscular abs. Her gaze burned across his skin as she took in the sight of his muscular chest. She licked her lips it wouldn't matter if her advances were fended off she'd go pick up one from a bar, she was so horny now she swore she could smell her arousal in the hot air around them. He grinned sexily, two could play at that game he was willing to see how far she'd push it in here. "So, what are you waiting for? Prove it to me," he dared her as he watched the stray drops of sweat bead down from the tips of her shining ebony hair and down the curve of her neck. Her gaze burned him as she grinned at his comment, giving him a moment to think that she was going to back off. She lunged at him pushing him down on the padded seat and yanked his towel away licking the sweat from his pecs her tongue brushing through his chest hair. He shuddered as her tongue swept up some of his sweat, he growled then and shoved her off him pushing her down beneath him yanking her towel away and shoving his tongue down her throat as he pressed his hard body up against hers. She grinned into the kiss wrapping her legs around his ankles and rolling them off onto the padded bench below. He grunted as he thudded against the padding, she pressed her hands against his wrists pressing him down as she dragged her body across his her tongue and teeth scraping his neck He hissed and bucked her off throwing her onto the heated tile of the steam floor. He growled as he restrained her wrists, kissing her hard and growled, "You've more then proved it," as he rubbed his thick cock against her thigh. Heat flushed her body, not from the steam but from the oppressive lust and desire swirling around them. She'd make sure not to lose track of this one, she was certainly going to take him home and fuck his brains out. She grasped his cock and stroked him and moaned, "Hurry up and fuck me big boy." He grinned ferally and pressed her wrists down against the floor before pushing his cock inside of her. Moaning as he slid into her hot tight sheath, she groaned a shiver rippling down her body as she tensed against his restraint, she thought of all the devilish things she could do to his body to repay him for this experience. "Fuck me harder Justin, I would to feel your cock pounding into me," she growled as she fought against his restraints trying to break his hold as he thrust into her. He grunted as her hands squeezed his as he slammed into her, her legs wrapped around his. Her feet digging into his calves urging him on as he panted heavily. Large drops of sweat dripping from his face and chest, landing on her as she thrust up against him. She dug her nails into his hands trying to get him to let go she desperately wanted to sink her nails into his back, but she had to make do with her heels digging into his rock solid calves as he pounded her. He strained against her thrusting into her tight squeezing sheath, sucking at him every time he sank in or pulled out. "Faster damn you!" she hissed digging her nails into his hands making him grunt. The pain in his hands kept him grounded if it wasn't for that he would have burst already. He was struggling to contain his seed as it boiled in his groin, he let out another harsh grunt as he slid into her. Let her writhe under him he thought as she struggled against his hold again. The pleasure and pain was making so hard to contain himself as he ruthlessly drove himself inside of her. The pressure of her building release squeezed her as she gasped holding in her scream, she bucked up against him and cried out as her orgasm rushed over her. He gasped biting back a shout as she tightened over him, he let out a harsh shout as his orgasm burst through him. He panted as he pulsed into her. Before the fog had totally cleared the door swung open and a woman wrapped in a towel walked in. Then shrieked running out of the room as she saw them tangled together on the floor. "Oh crap," Yvette cried as she heaved at the man above her. He chuckled and got off her stepping up on the bench and scooping up their towels handing her hers, wrapping his towel around his waist as they quickly left the room. "Don't go anywhere, I'm not finished with you Justin. Meet me here after you're done with your shower," she said grinning hurrying off to the shower room. Steam Room Rebekka's encounter at the gym. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (17 min/mp3) * * * * * Steam Room Daddy This is my first attempt at a story, and includes some of my favourite fantasies, as well as some elements of my previous experiences. Would love to hear any feedback, good or bad, especially if you're a Daddy, and like this story, maybe we can get together and make our own. Enjoy! * I had been going to the local YMCA after work for about a week now, I was trying to bulk up a little bit to impress my girlfriend. I'm a pretty slim guy at 6 feet, and 150 lbs. I certainly wasn't in bad shape at all, I just wanted to get a little bigger and tone up a bit. I had always known I was an attractive guy, and many people had also said as much, but despite that I had very little luck with women. Erin was my first long-term girlfriend, and accounted for all of my sexual experience to this point. I was 20 years old now, and had been dating Erin for 3 years, we got together towards the end of senior year in high school. I had always been called cute, and I think my red hair had something to do with that, I also looked a good deal younger than my age. This didn't seem to popular with high school girls, as they all seemed interested in guys over 18 who they could go to the bar with, (because girls never get ID'd) Erin was the first girl to ever really show any interest in me. I had always been a shy person, and Erin did most of the initial flirting, and making of moves that brought us together. Since that time my confidence had grown quite a bit, but I was still quite shy by nature, and generally quite sheepish in a conflict. In fact the only other people that had shown interest in me sexually were gay men, particularly older gay men. They definitely seemed to find my red hair and boyish looks attractive, and I had been the target of more than one advance. I had never considered sex with another man, but I was somewhat flattered all the same, still I wish it had been girls giving me the attention. After 3 years together I knew that Erin was the girl I was going to marry, and I had been saving up money for an engagement ring, but Erin had expensive tastes, and I knew that the ring had to be a good one. Erin was very patient with me when it came to sex, we didn't have sex for the first 4 months of our relationship, and when I was finally ready, she was very kind in bed, and helped calm my nerves. Over the years as we became more comfortable with one another, and discovered what each other liked, the sex got increasingly better, and by this point we were having incredible sex, and as often as we could. We both had the same sexual appetite, healthy and frequent, but nothing bordering on nymphomania. Erin was a pretty girl, long blonde hair, great big blue eyes, and a pretty nice body, I felt lucky to have her. As I finished my workout the week was finally catching up to me, and I felt extremely sore. I decided I would go into the sauna and hope the heat helped soothe some of my muscles. I liked going to the Y late at night as it tended to be quiet, with not many people around. As I stepped into the sauna it was completely empty, and I decided to take the opportunity to sit back naked, and let the steam do its work. I took a seat on one of the higher benches and stretched out. As I was leaning back I knocked my towel off the bench and onto the ground, I couldn't reach it so I had to stand and bend over the bench with my ass pointed up in the air, right at the doorway. Sure enough as I was in this precarious position I heard the door to the sauna open, I quickly grabbed my towel and turned around to look at the door. An older man walked in alone with a towel wrapped around his waist, the door closed behind him, he had clearly gotten quite the view upon walking in, and was now staring at my naked cock with a smile on his face. I quickly sat down and covered my lap with my towel, a bit embarrassed. The man made eye contact with me still smiling and took a seat on a bench opposite me. I would have guessed that he was in his late 50's, early 60's. He had mostly grey hair, with a touch of dark hair barely remaining, that only wrapped around the sides and back of his head. He had a full beard, that like his head, was mostly grey with only spots of it's former dark colour remaining. He was about 5'11, and definitely on the heavier side, maybe just under 250 lbs. What hair the top of his head lacked, his body more than made up for. His body was covered in a thick layer of fur, all over his chest, and bulging belly, unlike his head the hair on his body was mostly dark and had retained its colour, though there were a few grey hairs mixed in. His legs looked equally thick with hair as well. He clearly noticed my embarrassment and my quick covering up with the towel, "It's okay, I don't mind, we've all got the same equipment anyways." He continued to stare and smile at me. With that he removed his towel exposing a very large cock, it was soft but must have been about 6 inches limp, just a little more than mine measured fully erect. I also noticed that his hair didn't retreat from his groin, and seemed to really cover him all over. I quickly looked away, but he had definitely noticed me looking, still he simply smiled and stared at me. His stare was beginning to make me feel uneasy, I could tell his eyes were looking over my body, and he didn't seem to care that I noticed. I tried to ignore it, and just get back to my steam. From my peripheral vision I could tell he was still staring at me, eventually I looked up at him, and saw that he was indeed staring, but he was also stroking his cock. I was in shock and couldn't help but look, it was fully erect now, and probably 10 inches long, and at least twice as thick as mine. It was standing straight out from his thick nest of dark pubic hair, with a large pair of hairy balls hanging below it. Still stunned I looked back up to his face, we made eye contact and his smile grew a little further, as he winked at me. "That was such a nice view I had when I came in, wanna show me again?" he asked in a deep voice. I shook my head no, and quickly looked away again. He didn't allow that to stop him, as I could still see and hear him playing with his cock while staring at me. I could hear him breathing heavier, and increasing his pace, and occasionally letting out a deep moan. I finally gathered my courage, and decided I had enough steam, and it was time to go. I stood and secured my towel around my waist, I couldn't help but look in his direction again, he looked hopeful upon my standing. I also couldn't help but look at his very swollen cock, the head was turning a dark red colour, ad I thought he must be getting close. I looked back to the door, and began taking quick strides towards it. I again glanced towards him, and he looked let down that I was not walking in his direction. As I continued towards the door, he stood with surprising speed for a man his age and intercepted me. Without saying a word, he pushed me up against the wall, my back slammed into it rather hard, knocking the wind out of me a bit, as he ripped my towel from around my waist. He pressed his large belly against me, my thin frame being surrounded by its girth, and easily held me in place with his weight. The combination of being winded and shocked left me feeling effectively paralysed. I could feel his hard cock hard pressing against my leg, and noticed he was still stroking it at a rapid pace. I'm sure the look on my face was one of shock and terror, but he smiled as he looked at me. Still wordless he used his free hand to grab my face at the chin, and forced his mouth onto mine, before I could react his tongue was in my mouth, wrestling mine for dominance. He grunted a few times into my mouth before moving away. He placed his forearm across my hairless chest ensuring I would stay put, he stepped back removing his body from mine, and looked down at his cock. Finally he let out a loud groan, I looked down just in time to see him point his cock up slightly at my body as he shot a thick jet of white cum onto me. It landed on my lower chest and stomach, and was quickly joined by another, than another, and several more, it was an impressive amount of cum for a man of any age. I felt mortified as he looked back into my face still smiling, the final few spurts of cum left his cock, hitting my stomach and my cock. "Stay put," He instructed me. I still felt too shocked and scared to move, he leaned down towards my body and started licking his cum from my chest and stomach. He dropped to his knees and sucked up all of his cum that was dripping from my balls. He stood again and grabbed my face like before, he squeezed my cheeks to open my lips, he then moved his mouth to mine, and began forcing his cum from his mouth into mine. He shoved his tongue back into my mouth, making sure I tasted his cum very thoroughly. There was so much I had no choice but to swallow, he made a pleased grunt when he noticed I had swallowed it. He pressed his large belly back into my body and kept kissing me so forcefully. I finally got my senses about me, and tried to push him off, but that was useless, his weight made it easy for him to overpower me. I tried to force his tongue from my mouth with my own, but he seemed to either like my struggling, or mistake it for me attempting to kiss him back, as he groaned and increased the force of his kiss. His large hands were rubbing all over my slender frame, he would rub all over my chest, pinch a nipple, then move his hand down my stomach until he firmly gripped my limp cock and my balls all at once. He gave them a hard squeeze which made me squeak in pain. He chuckled a little into my mouth before finally breaking his kiss. He looked me in the face again, "Mmmmmmm, good boy." He said in his low husky voice. "God you have such a hot fucking body, and such a cute face under that red hair, a perfect boy." He continued to praise as he ran his hands all over my body. "I've seen you every night this week, I was wondering when I'd get some alone time with you, and now I want more. My name's Jim, but you can call me daddy." He kissed me again with force, "See you again soon son." With that he grabbed his towel from the bench and left the steam room. I still felt so shocked that I stood with my back against the wall in the same place for what must have been another 5 minutes. I suddenly became aware of the remnants of his cum on my body, the cum he didn't collect to make me swallow was beginning to dry into a solid crust. I picked up my towel and began to wipe off what I could, I was definitely going to need a shower, but I was too afraid to leave the steam room in case he was waiting for me. I let another 20 minutes pass, the heat was becoming unbearable and I was feeling light headed, so I left the steam room. I slipped into the showers which were empty and cleaned myself off. As quick as I could, I dressed and got the hell out of there! When I got home, Erin observed that I had a long workout today and congratulated me. Though it had been my idea to start working out, Erin had become something of a coach, and was excited by the prospect of me getting into better physical shape. For the next 3 days, I skipped all of my workouts, too terrified to return to the Y. Erin was starting to get mad, she told me I was being lazy, and I needed to stick with it, and that I'd better get back to the Y the next day, especially since I'd paid for a years membership. There was no arguing with her, and I certainly wasn't going to tell her what had happened during my last visit. As I arrived at the Y that next night, my body felt numb with fear, every corner was turned with great trepidation. After about 30 minutes of working out and not seeing Jim, I started to relax a bit, I hoped that he had stopped coming here after I was a no show for 3 days. Then suddenly I looked up, across the room staring at me, it was him, and he was giving me that same smile. I quickly looked away, but was sure that a look of fear had taken over my face. There was only one other person in the entire place, and she was a less than attractive middle aged woman. For the rest of my workout Jim seemed to be following and observing me from a distance. As my workout was winding down, the 3 days off were starting to show their effect, and my muscles were screaming they were so sore. I didn't dare go back to the steam room again though, I made for the locker room, but knew that I couldn't get away without showering. I did as quickly as was possible, I finished and began to head to my locker. The room was eerily quiet without a single person in sight, this only served to scare me more. I felt like a character in a horror movie, just waiting for him to pop out from every corner and grab me. I made it to my locker safely, and began to get my clothes out to change. As I dropped my towel and stood naked, almost on cue, a man cleared his throat from behind me. My heart nearly jumped right out of my chest, and I turned to see Jim standing there in nothing but a towel, his large hairy belly over top of it, and a wicked smile on his face. "Ready for another steam, sauna buddy?" Jim asked in a playful manner. "Sorry, no sauna for me today." I replied. "Oh, so he does speak, why not?" Jim took a step towards me. "No time, gotta run." I started to pull my underwear on. "You were working out pretty hard in there, I think you need a good steam, come on, it will be fun." With that Jim dropped his towel revealing his already erect cock. "No can do." I finished putting my clothes on. I started to move away from him, and hoped to slip out, just as I was about to pass him, he reached out and shoved his hand into my pocket. The next thing I knew he had my wallet and was looking through it. My drivers license was his goal, and it was certainly easy to find. "So my son has a name, Todd Richards, 123 East Fairmont, great that's an easy one to remember." Jim smiled at me. I reached for my wallet, but he quickly puled it away. I tried again, but he lifted it above his head, and I crashed into his hairy belly. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and held me in place against him. "Mmmmmm! Maybe my son Todd does want to go in the sauna with me after all." Jim sounded thrilled. I again tried to reach for my wallet, but as I did, Jim grabbed the back of my head, and forced his mouth onto mine, his tongue was in my mouth before I even realized what was happening. I pulled away, but he quickly moved his arm back around my waist, squeezing me so hard against him that air was forced out of my lungs. I could feel his hard cock poking me in my groin, and Jim grinding it against my jeans for friction. "Come on boy, make your daddy happy." He kissed my neck. "I gotta go! Can I please have my wallet?" I pleaded. "You've already kept me waiting for 3 days baby, I don't think I can wait anymore." He continued to kiss and lick my neck. "I really have to go!! Please just give me my wallet." I was begging now. "Okay son, but you have to do a few things for me first. Follow me." Jim began to walk away. "I'm not going in the fucking steam room!!" I was fuming mad. "I know son, watch your mouth. Just follow me, it'll be quick." He disappeared around the corner. I had no choice, I followed him. We walked down a few rows, then turned into another row of lockers. Jim stopped and opened what was apparently his locker. "Okay son, I'm gonna have to jerk off tonight without you around, so I wanna see some more of that body, then I can picture you while I'm doing it." Jim smiled wickedly again. "What?! You've gotta be kidding me?! What else do you want?!" I yelled a little too loud. "Shhhhh, you'll find out son, one thing at a time. I wont touch you, just show me. The quicker you do what I want, the sooner you get your wallet. Or I could just throw it in my locker and close it up?" Jim threatened, "well?" "Okay." I relented realizing I had no choice. "Good, now take off all of your clothes again." Jim ordered. I did as I was told. Stripping all of my clothes off as quickly, and unattractively as I could. "MMMM! I love that young body. Now I want you to stare at my cock, and play with yours until it's hard." "I can't get it hard, I'm terrified, my nerves are shot!" I protested. "Well you'd better try, I've got all night." Jim smiled a little more. I reached down and grabbed my cock, and following his orders looked at Jim's. I began to stroke, but nothing was happening down there. I was quickly getting frustrated, which only made my nerves worse. I tried to think about Erin, but the huge hard cock I was staring at made it hard to think of anything else. Jim reached down and started stroking his cock too, I saw a ton of precum oozing out of the tip, and covering it. Jim could see my frustration and relented. "Okay baby, it's okay. I have another idea. Sit on that bench and spread your legs, keep stroking your cock.... good baby, just like that... Now put your finger in your mouth and say I love you daddy, I'll do anything for you." Jim waited for me to comply. "I love you daddy, I'll do anything for you." I replied annoyed. "MMMMM, good boy, again, but put more emphasis on the anything." "I love you daddy, I'll do ANYTHING for you!" I drew it out just how I knew he wanted to hear it. "Good boy, now turn around and get on your hands and knees on the bench, show me your ass son..... Yes, very good son... Now spread your ass cheeks apart with your hands and say it again." I did as I was told. I could hear Jim breathing heavier, and the sound of him playing with his cock. "Good Todd, now look at me over your shoulder and say, fuck me please daddy." Jim was panting heavily. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Jim standing there jerking his huge hairy cock, and in his other hand he held a phone that was clearly recording me. I turned my head away quickly, but realized the damage had been done. I turned back over my shoulder, "Fuck me please daddy." I said lacking enthusiasm. "Like you mean it son, I want you to say it 10 times, and slap your ass after every time you say it, and make me believe it." Jim ordered again. I did as Jim asked, he let me do it 10 times, telling me to slap my ass harder, and smile. Again I complied. After 10 times through, he told me it was not believable enough, start over. So I did it again, and as I reached number 8 Jim groaned and began to shoot his load, it fell short of me onto the floor of the locker room. Several more huge jets joined it, and I again was surprised at how much cum he produced. Jim groaned and grunted as he worked the last of him cum from his cock. "Now get on the ground on your hands and knees and start licking that up." Jim said breathlessly, still filming me. "No way!" I finally resumed my protest. Jim just smiled a wicked smile at me and waited. Reluctantly I got down onto the ground and took a hesitant lick of the large pool of cum. I decided it would be better to get this over with quickly, and started lapping it up rapidly. "Now show me some on your tongue, and you swallowing it." Jim started stroking his cock again. I gathered a large amount into my mouth, and looked up into his phone camera. I showed the cum on my tongue, then swallowed it all down. As I did, I noticed Jim's cock had returned to a nearly fully erect state, this guy had the sexual appetite of a pubescent teenager, in a body a good 10 to 15 years older than my father. I gathered up the last of the cum that I could and showed it to the camera again, swallowing. "Good job son, I love you my little Toddy baby." Jim waited for my response, not wanting to have to order me to reply how we both knew he wanted. "Thanks Daddy Jim, I love you too." I smiled weakly into the camera. Jim smiled a big smile, and put his phone away. He passed me my wallet. I grabbed it and was already making for the door. Steam Room Daddy "See you tomorrow son, you owe me for all the sauna time you've missed, you're in debt to me." Jim called out with a hint of a threat in his voice. I didn't respond, I got the hell out of there. That night I told Erin that I wouldn't be going back to the Y anymore. She got really mad, and told me I had to go, that we couldn't afford to waste money like that. She even threatened that she would take me herself if she had to. There was no getting out of it. The next day at work, Erin told me that I'd better not come home right afterwards, and to go to the Y. I decided she wouldn't know if I skipped out, and killed some time driving around, and stopped for some food. When I got back home Erin said that I didn't smell like I had been working out. I told that's because I showered. She had caught me, she said that's how she knew I was lying, that I didn't smell or look like I'd just showered. I admitted hat I'd skipped out, and told her I just didn't feel like it today. She renewed her threat to take me there herself, and demanded that I go the next day, I reluctantly agreed. I thought maybe I could workout somewhere else . The next day as I got the mail there was an envelope marked for me without any postage on it. I remembered that Jim had seen my address and I began trembling with fear. I slowly opened the envelope and pulled out a neatly typed letter that had been written on a computer. It read, Dear son, Missed you last night, stop being such a bad boy and come to visit your dear old daddy tonight. You're already in debt to me you little tease, skipping out is only going to make it worse. As I'm sure you remember by now, I know where you live, you have a very pretty girlfriend, would be a shame for her to find one of my letters, wouldn't want her to ruin our fun, I have big plans for you slut. I'll be waiting for you in the sauna tonight, don't disappoint me again or you'll regret it, as you can see. I looked to the bottom of the letter, there was a picture of me printed on it, showing a large load of cum on my tongue. He had taken a frame from his phone video and put it on the page. I quickly ran to the paper shredder and disposed of the letter. Shit! What the fuck was I gonna do now? I realized that I would be going to the Y tonight, and paying a visit to the sauna room. For the first time ever I was disappointed as my work day came to an end. I got in my car, and drove to the Y. I changed, and headed to the workout area. Sure enough Jim was there, and proceeded to watch me workout the whole time, smiling, and winking. This time I think we were the only 2 people in the entire place. As my workout neared its end, Jim disappeared, and I knew exactly where he went. I let out a loud sigh to myself and began to walk to the locker room. I stripped naked, grabbed my towel and walked towards a closed door. As I opened it my lungs were greeted by heavy steam, I closed the door behind me. I looked to the right and there sat Jim naked, with his huge cock resting on his thigh. He gave me a big smile. "Did you get my letter?" He asked, I nodded yes, "Good, was afraid that girlfriend of yours was gonna find it, but now you know better than to miss our time together, and when we are together, I want you to always do what I say." Jim sounded stern, "Come here slut, I missed you." I couldn't muster any words, I walked over to him and sat beside him on the bench. "Throw your towel to the other side of the room, I want you naked boy." Jim looked intently at me. I threw my towel and it landed clear across the room, Jim smiled looking satisfied. He again began to let his eyes crawl all over my body, and soon enough his hands followed suit. I flinched at his touch, but knew better than to stop him. He sensed my surrender and I could tell it pleased him, he rubbed my chest, my stomach, and grabbed my cock. "This body belongs to me now, doesn't it boy?" He began stroking my cock. I nodded sheepishly. He smiled and moved his mouth to mine, I didn't try to stop him. He forced his tongue into my mouth, and began to moan as he kissed me deeply. "I always wanted a boy as cute as you, I didn't think I'd get one though." Jim said softly. I suddenly became aware that my cock was growing hard in his hand, as he continued to stroke me. Maybe it was my inner surrender that had calmed my nerves, but in short order my cock was fully erect, and sensitive to his every touch. "There you go son, that means you're starting to fall in love with your new Daddy." Jim looked absolutely thrilled seeing me so hard. I couldn't help but let out a slight moan as he gently brushed along the underside of my cock from the base to the tip. Hearing this made Jim smile even more wickedly, he had me right where he wanted me. He grabbed me by the wrist and moved my hand to his own cock which was standing at its fully engorged glory. He grasped my hand forcing my fingers to wrap around it, which they barely managed to do, then he began to make my hand start pumping his cock up and down. Eventually he moved his hand away and left me to continue pumping on my own, which I knew better than to stop doing. Sweat began dripping from our foreheads as our mutual pleasure continued to grow. I couldn't deny that Jim jerking on my cock was providing an incredible amount of pleasure, twice I thought I was about to cum, but sensing it, Jim slowed his strokes. He definitely knew what he was doing, and knew just how to touch me to give me the most pleasure. I began to moan with some regularity, and Jim matched my moans with deep grunts of his own. I thought to myself how these sounds adequately expressed the dynamic between us, my soft submissive moans contrasted by his aggressive grunting. I could feel his cock began to get even harder, if that were possible, and I could tell he was about to cum. Suddenly he stood with his cock right near my face, and removed my hand from it, and his from mine. He began rapidly stroking his, and before I could react a thick shot of cum sprayed across my face, I was so shocked my mouth opened in a gasp, the next shot went into my open mouth and on my upper lip, some of it going up my nose. I thought about closing my mouth, but I knew he would make me eat his cum from the floor, so it was probably better to just let as much get into my mouth as possible. I looked up to see a grin of sheer joy on his face, seeing me with my mouth hanging open waiting for his load. He continued to shoot, most of it going into my mouth, but a lot of it covering most of my face, some had gone into my eye, and was stinging pretty badly, and my nose felt packed with his cum as well. With one final grunt Jim squeezed out the last of his cum, there was still some coating the entire head of his cock. "Ohhhh god! Lick me clean son." Jim ordered firmly. I wasn't expecting that, I had been okay with the touching, and the cum, but somehow putting his cock right into my mouth seemed too far for me. I shook my head no. "Okay, if that's what you want." Jim turned and walked out of the steam room. I quickly became terrified of what he was going to do, and got up to chase after him. I called after him, pleading with him to wait, and apologizing. I turned the corner and he was standing at his locker, his cock head still coated with cum. I wanted to make sure he wouldn't punish me for disobeying, I got right on my knees and grabbed his cock with my hand, guiding my mouth towards it. As lovingly as I could, I circled my tongue around his cock, sucking it and licking it clean. The texture felt very weird in my mouth, and I had to open my jaw as far as possible to fit the large mushroom head inside. Jim moaned and moved his hands to the sides of my head, he began sliding his cock deeper into my mouth. Suddenly I felt it begin to harden again, and the head grew even larger in my mouth. He pulled my head back and looked down at me. "Mmmmm, good son. But you did disobey me, so now you have to be punished." Jim said seriously. "Please, I'm sorry, I just got a little scared." I begged for his mercy, on my knees. "Sorry boy, you need to learn a lesson. You can suck me off to completion right here, right now, or you can come back to my place right now and do it there, your choice." He waited for my reply. I felt nervous about doing this right in the locker room, but I sure as hell didn't want to go back to his place. Besides, we had already fooled around in this locker room before, and it's always been quiet. I gave him his answer, I moved my mouth to his cock and started licking it all over. He moved one hand to the back of my head and started pushing me down on his cock, at the same time he grabbed his phone from his locker, I knew what for. He told me to look up and smile with his cock in my mouth, I did as he snapped a picture of me. He took a few more, and started forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. He reached the back of my mouth, and my gag reflex kicked in, repeatedly I felt like I was going to vomit. "Just relax your throat son, and swallow it, let me push all the way in." Jim coached. I tried to do what he said, he pushed to the back of my mouth again, and I swallowed. I felt the cock head slip into my throat, so did Jim and he gave a very pleased grunt to show it. He started to push in and out, getting deeper into my throat every time. I couldn't believe it when his balls pressed against my chin and my nose was tickled by his thick bush. Jim continued to grind into my face, holding my head firmly, every last bit of his cock was now in my mouth, he snapped a few more pictures holding me there. Then with more force he started to fuck my face. I could feel his large cock head moving up and down in my throat and my gag reflex had completely relaxed. "Video time baby!" Jim said excitedly. He clicked his phone into video recording mode and started filming my efforts. He made sure to get my face in plain view in his video as he fucked my throat, to make sure there was no doubt that it was me on the end of his huge cock. Jim began to build speed, then he pulled my head back, his cock slipped from my throat and out my mouth, and a shot of cum sprayed across my face joining the already dried load that remained there. Then he shoved his cock back into my mouth making me suck down his cum straight from the spout. His grunts were louder than I'd ever heard them, and I was afraid someone might hear and come to investigate. He kept his phone pointed at my face, and pumping cum into my mouth faster than I could swallow it, some began leaking out the sides of my mouth. "What do you say to Daddy for that delicious treat son?" Jim smiled, wanting to record me saying it. "Thank you Daddy." I replied "Thank you for what?" He asked again. "Thank you for shooting your delicious cum into my mouth Daddy." I said. That's what he wanted he smiled, and put his phone away. "That was awesome, I've been jerking off a minimum of 5 times a day to the other video, will be great to have a new one." He patted me on the head. Holy shit! How much cum does this guy make? I've never met anyone with this size of a sexual appetite. Jim told me to get cleaned up, I headed into the showers and washed the large amount of dried cum that had accumulated on my face. I heard a few clicks, and noticed Jim taking pics of me in the shower. "No playing with that cock boy, you only get to cum when I let you. Try to avoid fucking your girlfriend too, that body belongs to me, and I don't like sharing. See you tomorrow" With that he left. When I got home Erin was happy to see that I had been to the Y. She even made a remark about how good it must feel to get a workout like that, even I chuckled a little at that one. I didn't have sex with Erin that night, I told myself it was because I wasn't in the mood, not because Jim had ordered me not to, but I wasn't sure I believed that myself. The next night at the Y, Jim and I again seemed to be the only people there. This time he came over and joined me in my workout. He kept offering to spot me, which was clearly just an excuse for him to touch me as much as he could. He would repeatedly grab my ass and squeeze it good, I was surprised by how much it was starting to turn me on. An older man feeling me up in a public place, and me just letting him touch where he pleased. Another member came into the workout area and started using a machine not too far away, it was the same middle aged woman again. This however, did not stop Jim from touching me, if anything, he got even more forward, and somehow knowing that we could be caught turned me on even more. Soon I was sporting a raging erection, and Jim noticed. He stuck his hand right down the front of my shorts, he jerked my cock violently. I couldn't help it, I moaned a little louder than I should have. Thankfully the woman was listening to music and didn't hear, this only seemed to excite Jim even more. I could see his cock was standing at full attention in his shorts as well. He pulled down the waistband allowing it to spring free, he then stepped over my legs, so I was sitting with him straddling over me in a standing position. The result on this machine was that I was now completely stuck with his cock right in my face. "Suck it bitch!" Jim said loudly. I looked over to the lady enjoying he workout, she was still blissfully unaware of what was happening, but one look over her shoulder would present her with quite a scene. I looked back up past his large hairy belly to see Jim's wicked smile, I knew that part of him wanted me to obey and start sucking, but another part of him wanted me to refuse so he could punish me again, either way, he wins. I couldn't deny that I was really turned on by all of this. I reached my head forward and sucked his cock into my mouth. "OHHHHHHHHH, YES!!!" Jim was again unnecessarily loud. Without removing his cock from my mouth, I looked to the side to be sure we hadn't been noticed yet, she was still in her own world. Jim shuffled forward, my head was pushed against the head rest of the machine, and I had no where further to retreat to. This forced my throat open and Jim's cock all the way down to the hilt. His balls came to rest on my chin, but only for a moment, Jim began pounding his cock into my throat with more force than ever before. He was grunting loudly, and smiling down at me. He was grunting and groaning so loudly I was convinced he wanted us to get caught. I knew I had absolutely no control in the situation as I was orally impaled onto his hard cock, I gave up trying to keep an eye on the woman, and just let Jim have his way. Finally his cock started to pulse and he shot his load straight down my throat. As he finished he let out one final loud groan that was almost a roar, pulled out of my mouth, and put his cock away. Just as he did the woman turned around and removed her headphones. "Sorry did you say something?" She asked politely. "No, sorry, just talking to my friend here." Jim replied coolly. She replaced her headphones and returned to her workout, man that was close. Jim gave me a huge smile, he clearly really enjoyed that, and wasn't finished with this game. He chose another machine that made me bend over from the waist. As I started exercising Jim stopped me and ripped my shorts down at the back, they fell around my ankles and I was left bent over, naked from the waist down. We were still in a place that would be easily visible to the woman if she simply turned her head, but thankfully she had not. My cock was still rock hard from the excitement, Jim moved in behind me and started grinding the crotch of his shorts against my bare ass, in short order I felt his cock fully harden, and it was poking my hole a little bit through his shorts. I heard Jim spit, and felt a large glob of saliva land right on my hole, the new wetness combined with the open air sent a chill through my whole body. I was again terrified, I knew that at some point Jim was likely to take an interest in my ass, but I was still not prepared for this. He leaned over top of me and stuck his finger into my mouth and told me to get it nice and wet, I did. He stood back up and I felt his finger positioned at my hole, he began to push in, and after a painful initial period of resistance, it broke the outer barrier, he was now finger fucking me. There was a lot of my saliva on his finger, so it actually slid in relatively easily, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt. Once he got all the way down to this knuckle he stopped and just let it sit there, occasionally wiggling his finger a little which caused me to squeak a little every time, Jim loved that. Soon my ass adjusted and the pain had subsided. His finger now slid in and out with relative ease, and actually felt kinda good. He removed it from my ass, and brought in back around to my mouth. I knew what he wanted, I opened and he slid it back in, making me taste my ass on his finger. The he slid a 2nd finger in, I got them both covered in saliva, and he quickly moved them back to my hole, pushing them both in me, again I felt a great deal of pain, and made some small squeaks. After a while again the pain subsided and he was sliding them in me with relative ease. Jim removed the fingers from my ass and I could hear him spitting again. I looked back over my shoulder at him to see him rubbing the spit all over his huge hard cock. Oh shit! He stepped forward and pressed it against my hole, it quickly became apparent that his cock was much thicker than 2 of his fingers. What scared me more was that he wasn't wearing a condom. I panicked and moved away from him. "Okay boy, if that's what you want." Jim smiled a very wicked smile and walked away, heading for the locker room. I pulled up my shorts and followed. As I walked I could tell that my hole felt different, that he had definitely stretched it out a bit. Each time I clinched, I felt it close back up a little. As I got to the locker room, Jim was getting dressed, I was confused as I expected him to be heading into the steam room. He simply told me to go get dressed and meet him back at his locker. I got dressed as quick a I could, not wanting him to leave, fearing his punishment. "I was hoping you'd disobey me this time, and now I get to punish you. Last time I let you choose, but this time you have no choice. You're going to get in my car, and come over to my place with me." Jim said in a very matter of fact way. I knew I had no choice and I followed him out to his car, I hopped into the passenger seat, and he got in to drive. Before we started moving, he ordered me to strip completely naked, I hesitated for a moment, but no longer, and removed all of my clothing. He took my clothes and put them in his glove box, and locked it. He told me I wouldn't get them back until he dropped me off again. Jim undid his pants and let loose his cock, which was still hard. He told me to suck him the whole way to his house, and don't stop no matter what happens. I brought my mouth down on him, he called me a good boy, and then began to drive. I was worried how I would get from the car to his house without any clothes, but that problem solved itself when he pulled into a garage and closed the door behind us. He pulled my head up and kissed me deeply. "Tell Daddy you love him." Jim commanded "I love you Daddy." My reply was almost instinct, but I certainly felt I didn't mean it Jim got out and walked into the house, I followed. He took me by the hand and lead me up the stairs to his bedroom. As I stepped inside I realized he had indeed intended for me to disobey him tonight, as this had been his plan all along. In the room were at least 5 different video cameras all pointing at the bed from different angles, they all seemed to be connected to a computer sitting on a desk against the wall. Jim told me to sit on the bed. Steam Room Daddy "As you can tell son, we're gonna make a home movie. I have a few rules for you though. You have to always respond how you think I want you to respond, and generally that will be pretty obvious. I am going to fuck your little boy hole tonight, when I do, I am going to get a condom, but you will ask me to just fuck you bare, with no condom, understand?" Jim asked. I nodded yes, I knew he was going to get what he wanted, and refusal would result in something very unpleasant delivered to my girlfriend. "Now when I tell you I'm about to cum, I want you to beg me to shoot into your ass, and breed you. I wanna hear those words, okay Todd, my son?" He asked further. Again I nodded and Jim smiled, he moved around the room and started turning on the cameras. Once they were all on, we got started. "What's your name boy?" Jim asked. "Todd," I answered. "Cute name for a cute boy Todd, how old are you?" Jim questioned. "I'm 20." Was my answer "Wow, are you sure? Cause you could easily pass for 15 or 16 Todd, I don't wanna get into trouble." Jim joked, this was clearly all for the sake of his video. "I'm 20, you wont get into trouble." I told him. "Good, and why would I get into trouble if you were that young Todd baby?" He raised an eyebrow. "Because you're going to fuck me just like I've always wanted Daddy." I knew this was the right answer. Clearly Jim liked that answer too, as he moved onto the bed beside me and started kissing me deeply, his weight pressing me down flat on my back. He moved completely over top of me, his large hairy belly completely consuming me. We kissed passionately for what seemed like 10 minutes, all the while Jim removing his clothes until he was completely naked. I was hard as a rock, and so was he. For the sake of his movie I looked down and said, "Wow Daddy! You have such a huge cock, I hope it wont hurt my little boy hole." I winked at him. This brought a big smile to Jim's face as he clearly enjoyed my effort. "As long as you're a good boy for Daddy, I wont hurt you son." He said reassuringly. "What do you want in your mouth son?" "Your big Daddy cock!" I responded. Jim slid up my body, I could feel his thick hair the whole way up, and he sat on my chest, he grabbed the back of my head and guided his cock into my mouth. I took it willingly and started to suck it as best I could. Jim eventually leaned over my face, pushing my head back, and began fucking my face and throat like that. His breathing got heavier, and his grunts louder. He pulled his cock from my mouth, told me to keep it open, and started unleashing his huge load all over my face. He wasn't really aiming for my mouth, in fact his goal seemed to be to cover as much of my face as possible in his thick juice. He told me to gather it up and eat it. I started collecting what I could with my hands, and licking them clean. "What do you say to Daddy?" Jim asked. "Thank you Daddy, that was delicious!" I said sounding very submissive to him. Jim smiled and started stroking his cock more, in not long at all, he was fully hard again, I wish I had this guy's libido. "Show me that ass boy!" Jim got off my chest. I rolled over, and got up onto all fours, arching my back so my ass stood out as prominently as possible. "Fuck you have such a hot little body boy! I'm gonna show you how much I like it, I just need a condom." Jim waited for my line. "Wait, please don't use a condom Daddy, I want you to fuck me bare. I wanna feel that Daddy cock warm against my insides." I delivered. "Mmmmmm! Yeah, what a sweet little slut boy. You wanna be a little cock whore boy? You want bare Daddy cock all the time?" He asked aggressively. "Yes please Daddy, I want it so fucking bad!" I wasn't sure if I was acting, or this was genuine anymore. Daddy's, I mean Jim's, cock was still set from fucking my throat, but nonetheless, he popped open a bottle of lube, and spread it liberally over his entire length, he then rubbed the excess onto my hole, and without warning shoved 3 fingers inside my ass. I yelped out in pain, but stayed right where I was, though it hurt, it also felt good, and I pushed my ass back against his fingers until they were all the way inside me. Daddy, fuck, I mean Jim, told me he'd been waiting for this for so long, since the moment he first saw me. He removed his fingers from my hole, and positioned his big hairy bare cock for entry. I felt it make contact, and it sent a shiver through my whole body, I couldn't deny it, I wanted it inside me. I wanted Jim's, fuck it, I wanted Daddy's cock, I wanted him to make me his boy, and for him to be my Daddy. He began to apply pressure, slowly I felt my hole being spread apart, forced to accommodate this massive intruder. The pain was getting extremely intense, and I couldn't help but cry out, but still I didn't want Daddy to stop, and Daddy had no intention of stopping. Suddenly I felt my hole stretch, and then close again slightly, his giant mushroom head was now inside me, it hurt like hell, but also felt so good knowing that my Daddy was finally inside me, right where he belonged, and I was right where I belonged. He told me to breathe slowly and deeply, and relax. I started taking long deep breaths, and every time I exhaled, Daddy increased the pressure on my hole sliding it a bit further. It was slow going, and Daddy was only halfway inside me after several minutes. Even at the halfway point I felt like I couldn't take anymore, it was just too big and thick. But I knew my Daddy wouldn't stop, even if I begged him to. I was getting tired of going so slowly, and so was Daddy apparently, he told me to use my muscles like I was trying to take a shit and push his cock out. I did as he said, and the reverse of my normal experience occurred, Daddy's cock slid another 3 inches into me in one go, as he applied steady pressure. At this point the pressure on my prostate was overwhelming, it was sending shots of pleasure through my entire body, I had never felt anything like it. Out of instinct I tried to push it out again, and this time it slipped all the way down, and I felt Daddy's big hairy belly come to rest on top of my back, an his balls knock against my own. "Good boy!! You are a perfect little cock slut! You took it all without crying, you were born to be fucked by this Daddy cock boy!" Daddy's words turned me on even more. I was losing myself in complete ecstasy, I looked directly into the camera nearest me and said, "Ohhhhhh god! I LOVE that Daddy cock in me! I love being your little cock whore Daddy! I've never felt anything so good in my life!" I really meant it. My words had an effect on Daddy as well he grunted and shifted his weight onto me, this sent me crashing down onto my stomach, with Daddy's big belly holding me down. Daddy started grinding his bare cock in my ass, I could feel it rubbing up against my insides, putting pressure on my prostate, I felt on the verge of cumming the entire time. Daddy wanted to make an event of our first fuck together, we tried tons of different positions. Me flat on my back, with my ankles on his shoulders, and him pulling on my legs for leverage into my ass. Me riding him cowboy, and reverse cowboy. He even made me put me ass against the headboard of the bed, and stood over top of me pointing his cock down, driving it into my ass. In this position my own cock was pointed squarely at my face, and Daddy had a devious idea. He reached down and stroked it furiously as he pounded my hole. "Daddy, Daddy I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum!!" I begged him. "Open your mouth and cum for me slut!" Daddy ordered. In just a few more short strokes my cock erupted in the most mind blowing orgasm I'd ever experienced. The amazing pressure on my prostate, combined with not having cum in a few days resulted in the largest load I'd ever shot, and it all rained down on my face and into my mouth. I loved every second of it, and wished that moment would last forever. Normally after I cum, I'm spent for some time, but the pressure of Daddy's cock in my hole kept my cock standing at full attention. Finally we settled into our last position. I was flat on my back, with my legs spread, and Daddy was in between them fucking me with as much force as he could. This position allowed him to lean down and kiss me as he fucked me, which he did almost solidly for the next 10 minutes or so. Finally he sat up. "I'm gonna cum boy!!" He warned me, it was time for my line. "Please Daddy, cum in my ass!! Breed me!! Make me your boy forever!" I begged him. This may have been what I was instructed to say, but I meant every word of it! "You want that boy? Once I breed you, you do belong to me forever! I will own you!" Daddy warned further. "Yes Daddy I want that so fucking bad! Please cum in me, breed me, I want you to own me!" I begged more, and wrapped my legs around him holding him deep in me. With that Jim grunted and groaned, I felt his big cock pulse, his hairy balls tighten, and then I felt a heavy high pressure shot if his cum shoot right into my bare ass. "You're mine forever now boy!! I own that sweet little boy ass! It's all mine, every bit of you is all mine!" He grunted loudly and triumphantly. "I'm yours Daddy, you own me forever, I will always be yours. I love you my Daddy!" I cried out. Daddy violently shoved his tongue into my mouth, and rammed his cock against my ass as hard as he could sending another shot of cum into me. The cum exerted so much pressure on my prostate that my cock erupted between us, covering Daddy's hairy belly, and my hairless one in my cum. Again it was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. I wrapped my arms around Daddy's neck and kissed him back with all of my passion. As we pulled into the parking lot of the Y, my car was the only one left. I must have been over at his place for longer than I thought. Daddy unlocked the glove box and passed me my clothes. I pulled my phone from my pocket, and saw that I had 8 missed calls, and 10 text messages, all from Erin, who was clearly worried about me, I instantly felt guilty. As I was scanning her text messages, the phone rang again, without thinking, I answered it. "Hey baby..... Yeah I'm fine, just got a little carried away with my workout, went pretty hard today, my phone was in my locker...... I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you worry.." I continued talking, and my Daddy came up with another devious idea. I had not put back on any of my clothes yet. Daddy picked me up and placed me in his lap. I felt his hard cock standing straight up at my hole, and he pushed me down onto it all the way. The sensation was incredible and I gasped. "What, no baby, I just stubbed my toe, I'm Oooookay!" I squeaked as Daddy lifted me and slammed me back down onto his cock. Daddy continued fucking me violently, obviously trying to make me crack while I was on the phone with Erin. He leaned close to my other ear and whispered to me, "Tell Daddy you love being his little cock slut, and don't you dare disobey me right now boy." Daddy was loving this. I covered the receiver on my phone and whispered back to Daddy, "I love being your little cock slut Daddy!" It turned me on to say it. It turned Daddy on too as I could tell it wasn't going to take him long to cum. I quickly wrapped up to phone call, telling Erin I'd be on my way home soon. Just as I hung up, Daddy let out a loud groan and I felt his cock erupt another huge load into my ass. "That was so hot slut! Promising your pretty little girlfriend you'll be home soon, while your Daddy fucks you like a little whore. Lick me clean before you go." Jim ordered. I got off of his cock, and immediately moved my mouth onto it, licking and sucking up his cum, and the taste of my ass. I thought I was past the stage of being uncomfortable with Daddy, but then something else happened. He grabbed the back of my head, forced his cock into my throat, and began pissing right down it. Daddy gave me a truly evil smile. "Drink it down you dirty little bitch, and get accustomed to the taste, you're gonna be drinking lots of this from now on." Daddy laughed. He pulled his cock from my throat, and his warm piss began filling my mouth. It didn't taste bad to my surprise, and I knew I had better swallow before it started leaking out of my mouth. I began gulping down Daddy's piss as fast as I could, it was barely fast enough to keep up, but I didn't miss a drop. "You are already the best thing I own boy, I'm gonna love using you whenever I want. If I call or text you and demand you get over to my place immediately, you will. I don't care if you're out to dinner on your girlfriend's birthday, you'll make an excuse, leave her there, and come to me immediately. I've got her phone number too now, if you make me wait too long I'll be giving her a call asking where you are, or just text her a nice pic of her cock loving boyfriend. You did so good tonight, you can have tomorrow off and spend it with your girlfriend boy." Daddy explained to me how he was in complete control of my entire life now. "She's working late, tomorrow night, and I have the night off." I informed him. "Really?" Jim raised his eyebrow, I immediately regretted telling him that. I got dressed and Daddy and I parted ways, I got into my car and started driving home. As I got closer to home, I began thinking about what had really happened, the gravity of the situation was starting to truly dawn on me, as well as Daddy's final words to me. What the fuck had I done?! I wanted to marry Erin, I loved her, and now I belonged to an older man. When I got home Erin was waiting for me in bed, she had on sexy lingerie that she knew I loved. I apologized and told her I was just too tired from the workout, she seemed disappointed, but understood. As Erin left for work the next day, I was dreading contact from Daddy, I mean Jim. Being away from him has really cleared my head, and I now felt mortified at what I had done with him. I knew my only hope was to simply beg him to let me go. The night dragged on, and still no calls or any word from Jim. Then I heard a knock at the door, my heart was racing as I looked through the peephole. There stood Jim, with a big grin on his face. I opened the door, and without a word he stepped right in. I decided to get right to it, I told him I had been thinking a lot, and that what I wanted was to be with Erin, I begged him to just let me go, and leave us alone. Jim simply smiled at me. "We both know that's not gonna happen slut, I own you, and I don't plan on giving up that sweet little body of yours." Jim began to pull my shirt over my head. I tried to resist, but Jim easily overpowered me, before long my clothes were all off, as were his, and his cock was rock hard. Jim grabbed me and forced me onto the couch. He bent me over the back with my ass in the air. "Yeah, fight all you want boy. I'll always get what I want from you." Jim laughed. Without any lube whatsoever, Jim began pressing his cock head against my hole. Even though he had stretched me out the night before, without lube his huge cock hurt like hell. I could tell that Jim enjoyed me resisting him, and this had become another game to him. After a few more seconds I felt his cock head pop into me, and he maintained his pressure, driving it all the way into me. It hurt like hell, and I couldn't help but let out cries of pain. Jim seemed to love this and started fucking me hard, pinning me down over my couch. "That's right you little fucking bitch. I always get what I want. You're mine forever slut!" Jim grunted at me. My ass had began to adjust to his cock, and the pain was being replaced by the feeling of incredible pleasure that I had enjoyed the night before. I started to moan showing my enjoyment. Jim was breathing heavier, and I knew he was getting closer to cumming. I closed my eyes and focused on the pressure on my prostate, my own cock was raging hard. Had I had my eyes open I would have seen the front door open, Jim however, did see it, "You want my cum in that ass slut?" Jim asked. "Mmmm, yes Daddy! Please cum in my ass, I love being your little slut." I was lost in desire. I heard a stunned scream, and looked up to see Erin standing in the doorway with her mouth hanging open in shock. I imagine my face looked about the same. Jim didn't let any of this stop him, he pounded my hole harder than he ever had, making me squeak and moan. I panicked and began to try to free myself, Jim wasn't going to let that happen, he kept hammering into me, holding me firmly in place and making me moan. I looked back to see him smiling more deviously than ever before. Jim grunted loudly as he began to pump his load into my ass, just like the night before the pressure of his cum shooting in me caused my own cock to erupt in a mind blowing orgasm. I couldn't help but moan, and Jim pulled me back towards him, making sure Erin could see my own cum flowing from my cock. Erin screamed that she never wanted to see me again, and stormed out the door. She was gone before my orgasm had even subsided, when I cam back down to Earth, I was shocked by what had happened. Jim removed his cock from my ass, I ran for my phone and tried to call Erin, she didn't answer. I tried several more times, finally she answered by only to scream at me to never call her again, and she hung up the phone. I was devastated, Jim wrapped his arms around me, "Bad luck buddy, do you want me to give you some time to yourself?" Jim asked. "No, please stay here with me, don't leave me Daddy." I wrapped my arms tightly around him, and my Daddy smiled at me. Daddy didn't leave me, he stayed the whole night, and he fucked me for most of it, barely sleeping. The next day I packed up my things, and moved into Daddy's house. Daddy had won, he always wins, and I love being his submissive slut boy! Steam Room Extravaganza Life is turning up roses. You finished your project ahead of time, and with sufficient skill to get you an A, your school life has been going way up since you first displayed one of your paintings in the hall. Those same paintings are now selling for 50-70 dollars apiece. To top it all off, this long weekend there is going to be a giant party at your friends house, where you plan to celebrate all night long. If only you knew exactly how much celebrating you would be doing. Your friend comes up to you in the halls and asks you rather directly, “Hey, I am running a bit low on guests. Do you think you could get me about 9 or 12 more people, mostly girls but some guys sure.” He accents the word girls with a big wink, and you know what he’s talking about. Of course the first person to come to mind is Seton, the girl who turns you on and then some. She is damn hot, but you think you would never have a chance with her. Regardless you know her well enough to invite her to the party. You see her right after Physics; she is walking down the hall, even more beautiful then you remember. As she nears you, you take some to really examine her. Her body is short, perfect since you are a bit short, but very strong. Her hair is a dark chestnut and comes down to her shoulders and regardless of weather it always looks perfect. Her face is round, independent and very pretty. Her breasts are the things that always catch you eye though. They are huge; thrusting from her chest in a loud, yet controlled, shout for your attention. Before you could analyze her perfect body any further she is within four paces of you. As she sees you, she gives you a big smile and the normal greetings. You return the courtesies but then move out into the hall so you can talk to her more directly. You explain that the party is being held at your friend’s house and you officially invite her. She smiles at you and says she would love to come. As the bell rings for class she walks off, leaving you with a good feeling about tonight and one hell of a boner. Right before the party, you are in your house getting ready. You throw on an undershirt, and your favorite hockey shirt. On the bottom you pull on a loose Speedo, the kind competitive swimmers wear. Your friend swims and he gave you this old one of his, saying that you would be glad you were wearing it. It fit snugly but not uncomfortably and you think that you don’t look half bad. You don’t know why you have it on, but knowing your friend you simply are glad you have it. You throw on your cargo pants and you’re out the door. When you arrive at his house you can see its going to be a good evening, the music is belting out the sound system, the house is filled with food and to your very pleasant surprise, your friend got his steam room running. You remember the last time you were in his steam room; it was some good friends talking about girls. The room was somewhat small and had two levels, one slightly lower then the other. In the lower area there was a drain and a showerhead. On the opposite wall there was a tile bench and diagonal that bench, by the door, was another seat. The room got up to about 104° and filled with steam such that you couldn’t see the guy next to you. You begin to socialize, dance a little bit, play some cards, shoot some pool, same thing you do every party. You are having a nice time when out of the corner of your eye you see that Seton has arrived. She is simply stunning, wearing a tight tank top with some jeans. In her right hand she carries a small bag. You are so transfixed with her that you completely miss you shot, thus ending the pool game. You put your cue up and look around the masses to find your friend. He is standing by a table, pouring chips into a bowl. You walk over to him and point out the new arrival. He is pleased to see her and squeezes past you to great her. As he is talking you notice that a slip of paper has appeared in your pocket. You unfold it and see your friend’s handwriting. The note reads: “Hey, I have seen you ogling Seton during class, so I thought I would speed up the process a bit. If you walk into the storage room in the back and move the box marked “misc.” you’ll find a pleasant surprise. Do it when I give you a bag of chips” You have always known your friend was a nit weird but it was his party and he knows you very well. You watch as he makes small talk with Seton, and as he points off towards the bathroom. Seton nods and leaves him to go get a drink. Your friend walks over to the table, grabs a bag of tortilla chips and casually ambles over to you. Without saying a word, he hands you the bag and walks away. Since you are not doing anything better, you put down the chips and walk over to the storage room, right by the bathroom and steam room. You quietly open the door and slide into the dark room. You fumble for a switch but instead bang your shin on a coffee table. Swearing softly under your breath, you remember a little flashlight you have in your pocket. You pull it out and shine the beam around the boxes. You promptly locate the box and with a quiet grunt, you shift it onto the coffee table. Behind the box there is a brass fixture, round with a small cover. You flip the cover up to reveal a good size hole, on the other side light is coming in through glass mounted opposite the eye hole. You are at first dazzled by the light but as you grow accustomed to it, you realize you can see right into the bathroom! Your heart immediately begins to race as you think of what your friend must do with this hole. Your thoughts are cut short, however, as the door opens. You catch your breath as you see Seton walk into the bathroom. You can feel the blood begin to rise in you cock. You push your eye closer to the hole trying to take it all in. Seton begins by locking the door, this accomplished she feels much more at ease, and she rotates her shoulder as if stretching them out. You notice that she brought the small bag into the bathroom with her. She places it down on the counter and you deduce that you must be right by the mirror since puts her head right next to the eyehole and examines her teeth. Once she has determined that her teeth are pristine she completely surprises you by beginning to undress! She starts by removing her tank top, she pulls the right strap then the left strap over her arms and the she lifts the whole thing over her head. She is wearing a tan bra underneath. By know you have the mother of all erections, its straining against the fabric of the swim suit. She then unbuckles the jeans and pulls them off. Your dick grows a half-inch as you see that she is wearing a tight pink thong. She then reaches back and unclasps he bra, letting fall forward onto he arms. You can finally take it no longer, so you drop your pants and pull your throbbing cock out of the swimsuit. You begin to slowly stroke your dick, not wanting to come too soon. On the other side of the glass, Seton has now pulled off the pink thong to reveal a bald pussy except for a thing strip of hair heading down to the lips. You can barely believe what is going on. You have wanted this girl forever and now here she is, naked with a shaved pussy! She then reaches into her bag and pulls out a bikini. It is blue, and very small. She pulls on the lower part first; making sure everything is in place. She then pulls on the top but as she does so the air conditioner in the furnace room next to you kicks on, sending cold air all around the house. Seton is standing below a vent and you watch, as her nipples grow hard, and large. She gasps as the reaction hits her. Your stroking has stopped as you simply watch her nipples grow. When they are as hard as they will go, Seton tries to pull on the top but it is too much of a pleasure for her. She puts down the top and begins to stroke her nipples, teasing them. She draws careful circles around the areola and the slowly flicks the tops of them with her fingers. Her left hand is wandering down to her crotch when a loud knocking on the door makes you both jump. Someone else needs to use the bathroom. Seton yells that she will be right out and jams on the top, loosely tying it, and pulls on her jeans and tank top over them. Calming her self she opens the door and lets another girl in. You know the girl but she isn’t exactly hot, so you put your still hard dick back into the Speedo and then put your pants back on. You then lean towards the coffee table to put the box back when the door to the storage area creaks open. With a hard dick and nowhere to go, you shove you hands in your pockets and pretend to be looking for something in the boxes. The door opens all the way and light spill into the room, there silhouetted in the door is Seton. She walks in and immediately sees you. She looks confused but is quickly attracted to glint of the light on the brass fixture. She walks past you and puts her eye to the hole. Your stomach drops, “You’re in big shit now”, you keep telling yourself. Seton slowly turns around and looks at you. “Were you looking through this hole a moment ago?” “Yes.” “Did you see me changing?” “Yes.” What else could you say? “Well, did you like what you saw?” This statement blows you away. You were expecting screams, threats, maybe even physical blows, everything but that. You swallow hard. “Yes, I liked it a lot, you see I was looking through this hole…” You remove your hands to demonstrate how you were positioned, this of course let go of your dick and it quickly tents out against your pants. “I see you liked it a whole lot.” You can’t say anything so you just kind of nod. “Well, lets take care of that for you.” She then reaches down and touches the tented area of your pants. She pauses. “I have a better idea, do you have a swimsuit on?” Again you nod. “Then follow me.” She smoothes your hard dick against the sides of your pants and then she leaves the room. You quickly put the box back over the fixture and silently thanks your friend for giving you his suit. You go out of the room and follow Seton to the door of the steam room. The music is still extraordinarily and almost all the people are dancing, leaving the two of you alone. Seton looks around and then reaches over and pulls off your hockey shirt then your undershirt. You in turn pull off her tank top and she unbuckles her jeans. The bikini can barely hold her in; her tits are straining against the fabric to get out. Your dick as well, is being constrained by the Speedo. Seton looks at you and then opens the door to the room, pulling you in with her. The room is dim and you can barely see the walls, the steam is so thick. The two of you waste no time in getting at it, you immediately grab her in a passionate embrace and bring your mouths together. They lock and your tongue goes darting into her mouth, touching hers with sparks of pure energy. The steam is beginning to accumulate on your bodies making them slick. You break your kiss and look right into her eyes. She looks right back and the two of you smile. She then reaches down and begins to edge the suit off your body. Your rock hard penis catches in the hem and then flings up when she finally pulls it off. She throws it into a corner. You are now standing naked with your erected penis firmly sandwiched between the two of you. You then move your arms behind her and then pull the loose knots apart and let the top fall to the ground. Her breasts, which you have longed to touch, are now within your grasp. You put your hand on one and gently squeeze. The sensation is everything you dreamed of. She moans softly. Your right hand then sneaks down to the front of her bikini bottom, you slowly edge your fingers under the elastic strap and the rub them down into the strip of hair. She smiles at your exploration and gives you a hand by hooking her thumbs over the edge and pulling the bottom off. Your right hand grasps them and tosses them off to join the Speedo. With a gentle touch you flick one finger down across her pussy, leaving just enough of a sensation to make her moan. You move both your hands up to her breasts. You pinch her nipples gently in your fingers. They are wet to the touch due to the steam and very hard. You slowly rotate them around and move your head next to her. With a gentle blow you shoot cool air across her nipples, the contrast with the hot air outside makes her quiver with pleasure. Finding her hands idle, she moves them both down to your dick. Her left hand grips your nuts firmly while the right rubs up and down your dick. This is a rather inconvenient thing to do standing up, so you take her and the both of you lay on the bench near the shower. A fresh blast of steam obscures your vision but your hands know what they are doing. You take both her breasts and squeeze them together. Seton put her head down and licks her own nipples then leans back and lets you do it. You drop your mouth down to her chest again, this time nibbling with the gentlest touch on her nipples. She beings to moan louder then before, her passion taking control. “This is going to be good”, you think to yourself. Seton has stopped stroking your dick, so you move your legs up over her waist until you are straddling her body at her stomach. Your dick is straining to get some attention so you move up her body so she can get it into her mouth. She does so and begins to lick up and down the shaft; doing little twirls at the head. Now it’s your turn to moan, but you do it quietly. The room is pretty soundproof but not totally. She slowly begins to take more of your dick into her throat. You gasp as she takes all of your manhood down into her throat. She slowly pumps her head back and forth sending tingles down your spine. You can feel your nuts hardening for ejaculation; she feels them too and stops. You slowly draw your cock out of her throat and she licks the last of the pre cum off the head. You are left not knowing what to do, but she fixes this by saying, “Sit tight, I’ll be right back.” It doesn’t take her long as she returns grasping a small device in her hand. You look puzzled but as she turns a small knob at the bottom and it begins to buzz, you know what it is. She moves back on the bench and spreads her legs wide, revealing her tight, shaved pussy. She lifts one finger and motions you towards her. You know what she wants but are hesitant. She sees your look and smiles, “Don’t worry, I took the pill and I have a diaphragm in.” You look at her in amazement and simply have to ask, “How did you know to bring all this stuff?” “Someone with your interests in mind told me.” She refused to say more, just beckons you with her finger. You happily comply, and move your cock right next to her pussy. She takes the toy and puts it to her clitoris. The device must be really powerful since she begins to quiver slightly under its power. Sensing now is the right time you do what you have dreamed about for years. With an impressive thrust you slam your cock way into her pussy. The warmth and tightness of it is amazing, you begin to beat back and forth into her. With dual pleasures she begins to gasp then she begins to almost scream with passions. The sounds of her throes echo throughout the room, you would tell her to be quiet, but frankly you don’t care. Your two slicked bodies slide effortlessly against each other, the heat makes both of you sweat. The sounds reach a fevered pitch as she climaxes; you can feel the walls of her vagina press in against your dick. The juices she pushes out allow you to push even faster, feeling your excitement Seton responds by throwing aside the vibrator and using her hands to steady herself as she receives your thrusts. You go faster and faster as you begin to climax, with a final thrust you begin to cum violently. The sense of pleasure and well being overtakes you and your thrusts slow until you are simply lying on her stomach. You pull out and Seton wipes the last of your cum off and licks her finger appreciatively. As you lay on her stomach you notice something. The music that used to be screaming is now silent. You are confused, so taking Seton by the hand you both move to the door. You push it open and drop your jaw with surprise. The entire party is gathered outside the door. They take one look at you, your dick only slightly softer and then at Seton, buck-naked with some cum dribbling down her leg, and they break into wild applause and cheering. You are honored and throw your hand with Seton’s up into the air. The applause grows louder and people begin to whistle. You look over the faces of the people, some screaming, others whistling, some green with envy. But as you look towards the back you see your friend reclining against a wall, clapping slowly, he looks at you and gives you a quiet knowing smile. Steam Room Sex Izzy sighed happily as she looked out over the crystal clear waters off the Fijian Island. She was on a well deserved vacation, stretched out on a deck chair by the pool and sipping a colourful cocktail. Her long, dark hair was fanned out around her. She was positioned under one of the umbrellas, as her pale, creamy skin didn't appreciate the sun as much as she did. A group of her friends from university had planned this trip as reward for completing their first year in their real jobs. This had been her first year as a high school teacher. She loved the job, though it could be tough at times, teenagers were hard to deal with! She looked over at her boyfriend, Jack. He was playing some ball game involving a lot of splashing in the pool with the rest of the boys... 'Typical guys...' she thought, 'They'll never grow up!' But she did have to admire his well toned, tanned body and arms as he threw the ball to his mates. The rest of the girls were sitting in a line under the umbrellas, all enjoying their cocktails and reading magazines. Izzy didn't drink much, but she always enjoyed having a few fancy cocktails when she was on vacation. While Izzy was looking around, she made eye contact with Clare, and smiled. Clare smiled back. Clare was a friend of a friend; she had come along when one of Izzy's friends had to cancel at the last minute. Izzy didn't know her well, but she thought she seemed nice and a lot of fun. Izzy had always dated guys, but she has always found a certain type of girl very attractive. Clare was this type. Long, natural, dark red hair... only a select few could pull that off; Pale, creamy skin with a light scattering of freckles; Slim, but curvy, not too skinny; and warm brown eyes, with a mischievous glint when she smiled. Izzy hadn't realized she was staring at Clare while she was thinking this, but Clare saw and guessed what she was thinking. Clare was normally quite shy, but the combination of being on vacation and the cocktails she just drank, made her feel a little bit naughty. She got up and walked along the line of girls, swinging her hips. Her skimpy bikini briefs only covered half her ass cheeks, the perky flesh bounced slightly as she walked along. She walked past Izzy and could feel her eyes on her half bare ass. She spun around, catching her in the act. Izzy quickly looked away and Clare giggled. 'Do you want another drink?' She asked Izzy. 'Sure thing, I'll come with you' Izzy replied. She stood up a walked over to where Clare was waiting. Clare admired Izzy's shapely breasts as they swung slightly, side to side, in her string bikini top. The two girls walked over to the bar, and ordered themselves another drink. While they waited, they chatted aimlessly about the trip. They got their drinks and started to walk back to the chairs when Clare decided to have some fun. ' Want to check out the steam room?' ' Um, yeah why not' Replied Izzy 'I've heard it's pretty amazing'. 'Yeah it's awesome' said Clare The two girls changed direction and walked off toward the steam room. Jack saw them walking off together, and admired how sexy they both looked with their long wavy hair, one dark and one red, and their shapely asses hanging out of their bikinis. Technically drinks weren't meant to be taken in to the steam room, but no one was watching. Izzy giggled when they went in 'I feel so naughty!' she said. Clare smiled to herself. The steam room was an impressive one. It was very large, with wooden tiered seating around the walls. The steam creeping across the floor warm and thick, not too overpowering, but it made it difficult to see more than a metre in any direction. 'It's best toward the back' said Clare. The girls made their way towards the back of the room, and took a seat on one of the lower benches. 'Mmmm' sighed Izzy as she relaxed backward, 'This is so good'. 'I saw you watching me earlier' said Clare unexpectedly. Izzy was a little taken aback, but she smiled and replied 'I've always thought girls with your colouring were very beautiful.' Clare didn't waste words. She reached over and gently undid Izzy's bikini top. Both girls watched as slowly her large, firm breasts swung free. They looked at each other, and Clare stood up and slowly removed her top, and her bikini bottoms. When she straightened up she revealed her bald pussy, already visibly moist. Izzy was looking at Clare, taking in every curve of her body. She had never seen anything so beautiful. She knew she liked guys, but now for the first time she realised how much she loved the female form, and she knew she was bisexual. Izzy stood up a little shakily, and lowered her bikini briefs also. When she had them off, both girls stood and drank in each other's naked bodies. Clare reached out and gently brushed Izzy's hair back from her face, and it was as if she had broken a force holding them apart. They suddenly both were overcome by a hunger for one another. They began to kiss fiercely, tongues exploring each other's mouths. Izzy sat back on the bench, and Clare straddled her, gently thrusting her pelvis as their warm bodies pressed together. Izzy could not believe one of her most secret fantasies was coming alive; she ran her fingers through Clare's beautiful hair and kissed her, along her collarbone and down her breasts... Jack looked away from his game, and saw that Izzy still wasn't back. He was getting a little horny watching all the girls walking by, and hoped they might go back to the hotel room for a little fun... He remembered he had seen her walking toward the steam rooms with that Clare girl. He thought he might as well head over and see if he could find them. Jack opened the door of the steam room, he couldn't see anyone, but as he turned to leave he heard a small moan coming from the far end of the room. His curiosity got the better of him and he walked down to see what was going on. The sight that met his eyes immediately caused his cock to become rock hard. His girlfriend was half lying down on the bench, being straddled by another girl, making out, and they were both completely naked. 'Izzy!' He said. Both girls sprung apart. Jack's eyes roamed along their sweaty bodies, taking it all in. 'What the hell are you doing!!??' He said, pretending to be mad. Izzy knew he wasn't serious, he always said she was free to do what she wanted with girls, as long as she let him watch. She also noticed he had a raging hard on. 'I'm sorry baby!' She cried Clare saw the bulge in Jack's pants, and looking between the two she sensed that they were playing a game, and she joined in. 'I'm so sorry too Jack, it's all my fault' Clare said 'We've been very naughty' 'I can see that. But Izzy is my girlfriend, and I'll need to punish her' A spasm of excitement went through Izzy. She had occasionally been spanked by Jack, and she had enjoyed it immensely. Being spanked in front of someone else would add a whole new level of excitement. Jack sat himself down on a nearby bench 'Izzy, get over here' he demanded. She meekly walked over to him. 'Lay across my lap' She did as he said. Jack looked down at the round full ass across his lap, all he wanted to do was squeeze it and bite it and shove his cock between it. The briefly caressed the smooth creamy skin, pulling the cheeks apart and squeezing them tightly. He lifted his hand and before he brought it down he said 'I hope you realise what you have done young lady. This is for your own good' He brought his hand down with a resounding smack, right on the centre of Izzy's ass. Izzy let out a moan. 'I think you enjoyed that a little too much, I'll need to make it harder' He brought his hand down, over and over, until Izzy's jiggling ass was bright red and she was crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Izzy could sense Clare's eyes on her ass, and it turned her on even more. Clare was enjoying the show immensely, and had spread her legs wide and begun to rub her swelling clit. Jack now had his eyes on Clare and her enjoyment of what she was seeing. 'You, Clare! If you keep that up you'll get one too!' 'Oh no, I will stop now sir! Please just let me lick your girlfriends beautiful pussy' 'If you lick her pussy, I will have to punish you' Izzy lay down on the wide bench and spread her legs for Clare. Clare climbed onto all fours and began to tease Izzy by licking her inner thighs. 'Ohh please, please I need it' moaned Izzy Clare plunged her tongue inside Izzy, and as she did, Jack let a hard smack right on her ass. Clare jumped a little in shock, but enjoyed the spank, and kept going. As she ate Izzy out, Jack continued to spank her. The sight of these two beautiful women, shapely backsides bright red thanks to him, was making him more turned on than he'd ever been. Izzy moaned louder 'I'm cumming I'm cumming!' she cried. She came in waves, thrusting against Clare's mouth, while Clare sucked her flowing juices and Jack stroked himself with pleasure. 'I need to fuck you right now Izzy!' said Jack. He lifted her up and spun her around, so she was kneeling on the bench above him. 'It's your turn to lick Clare's pussy now!' Clare sat on the bench above Izzy, and spread her legs wide. Izzy had never licked a pussy before, but she knew what she liked herself, and couldn't wait to give Clare an orgasm. As she began to lick Clare, Jack stood behind Izzy and slowly inserted his throbbing cock into her hungry pussy. He massaged her beautiful pink ass cheeks, and plunged in all the way. Izzy let out a deep moan, as Jack's long, thick cock filled her completely. Izzy sucked on Clare's clit, causing her to wriggle and cry out in pleasure. 'Oh Izzy! Yes! Fuck me with your tongue!' Jack was drinking in the sight of his girlfriend, his cock between her bright pink ass cheeks, hungrily eating out another gorgeous woman. He had to keep himself from cumming straight away. He leaned over Izzy and grabbed her swinging breasts as he began to thrust harder and faster. Izzy began to tongue-fuck Clare, and the thrusting of Jack inside her hot cunt caused her to thrust in and out of Clare. Clare's breathing became faster and faster, and she began to moan. Izzy came up for air and fucked Clare with her fingers. 'Yes Jack! Fuck me, fuck me harder!' Jack slapped her ass as he pounded in and out of her 'Harder! Harder please Jack!' He leaned over and rubbed her soaking clit with one hand, and massaged her tits with the other. Izzy kept licking out Clare and fucking her with her fingers. Izzy started to orgasm and as her cunt tightened over Jacks throbbing cock, he finally let go and shot his load deep inside her. Izzy shoved her tongue deep inside Clare, who also came at the sight of the two fucking. They rode out the waves, slowing down until they all collapsed in a sweaty heap on the benches. 'Whew!' said Clare, 'I'm boiling... anyone want to get a drink?' Steam Room Slut My wife Lisa and I enjoy a very wild and creative sex life, both in the bedroom and out and about at bars, dance clubs, and anywhere else our escapades take us as we live out each others sexual fantasies. Fulfilling your partners’ fantasies is definitely a turn-on by itself, but also results in tremendous rewards both by the intensified lusty sex after (or during) the fantasy, and by the erotic thrill when they in turn fulfill your fantasies. A long-time fantasy of mine was fulfilled recently during a visit to a local massage parlor. I scheduled concurrent, hour and a half massages for Lisa and I on a Friday evening at 6pm. That would give us time to have a couple drinks at the local pub to loosen up before the massage. The massage parlor has been there for many years, and is considered a "legitimate" establishment in comparison to a fly-by-night front for prostitution like many others. The rooms are always clean and the technicians are friendly, courteous, and well-trained females. Although it is run strictly as a "no funny business" service, it still has a 60's type hedonistic atmosphere. There is a coed shower room with several showerheads and very small flimsy plastic curtains that can at best only partially separate the shower areas. There is a coed steam room and coed sauna for before or after your massage. Although the rules dictate that your private areas must have some type of minimal covering during the massage (at least a wash cloth), there are no such rules in the shower, steam room and sauna. Those rooms you can enjoy fully nude, if you wish, among the other patrons. The few times I've been there I spent the first 5-10 minutes in the steam room followed by a quick rinse in the shower, then the massage and afterwards a more thorough shower if I had extra time. Once I was invited to the sauna by my masseuse after the massage, and nervously accepted. I was glad I did. She was very attractive and friendly, and there were a couple of other male patrons in the sauna so there was no chance of impropriety. I expect she knew exactly what she was doing as she would occasionally adjust and rewrap her small towel, giving us all brief glimpses of her lithe young body. She was lean but soft with perky c-cup breasts and puffy pointed nipples. At one point she changed position and sat with her feet apart up on the bench facing across the sauna towards myself and one other guy, giving us a clear view of her glistening swollen pussy and the few wisps of hair above it. I followed up with a very long, very cold shower to cool down. I went home, told Lisa about the experience, and jacked off all over her breasts and stomach as she watched and brought herself to orgasm with a small vibrator. Needless to say, these few visits to the massage parlor gave me the time and an erotic setting to develop some lusty sexual fantasies about taking my wife and exploring voyeurism and exhibitionism in the coed facilities. Developing the fantasies provided terrific material for frequent cum-spurting masturbation and fuel for intense bedroom performances until the time was right to live them out. When Friday finally came and it was time to head out for our appointment, we left the pub and drove to the massage parlor, parking in the street. Coming through the holistic health food and spirituality shop in the front of the building, you pay the cashier at the back of the store and are lead through a rear doorway to the massage rooms by your appointed therapist. We were both a little buzzed from the alcohol and had smoked a joint on the way over so our inhibitions were low and we were very relaxed except for the sexual tension building up from our expectations of what lie ahead. My wife is about 5'3" with dark hair and milky white skin. She is very feminine and has curves in all the right places but only weighs about 120 lbs. Although she is not athletic, she is an amazing woman in bed with more than enough sexual energy and endurance for one man to keep up with. She is always ready and willing. We planned to meet in the steam room before the massage, but not sit close together or acknowledge that we knew each other. She would then be free to exhibit as much of her voluptuous body as she dared, provided that I was there to watch. I also had encouraged her to strike up conversation with other patrons and see where things might lead. I assumed that we wouldn't have much time before our therapists came looking for us, therefore not much could happen. But luckily I was wrong. There were three other men in the steam room when I got there, one older distinguished gray-haired guy and two younger guys that looked like they worked out regularly and were in great shape. Lisa walked in a couple minutes after I did, and sat down on the bench beside one of the younger guys whose name we soon learned was Rick. There were benches on three sides, so if you walked in the door and started on the left bench there was the other younger guy then the older guy against the left wall. Directly across from the door in the center was Rick and towards the corner of the same bench to the right sat my wife. I was sitting in the center of the bench on the right side facing the first two guys. There was an open shower to the left side of the door on the wall directly in front of the other younger guy. When Lisa walked in she had the small towel wrapped around her supple body and was holding it together between her breasts. The towel was small enough that it barely covered her ass, and it only overlapped in the front a couple of inches where she was holding it together. As she walked through the door to the bench with four pairs of eyes following her the front gaped open with each step, and I could see Rick was looking at her neatly trimmed bush. When she sat down she adjusted the towel around so the opening was on her right side. While the towel still covered most of the front of her body to just below her pussy, it was completely open all the way down on the side facing the other men, and she looked incredibly sexy. I could see the lust building up in her eyes and knew she was having fun. Although she had exchanged a quick "Hi" with the guy she was sitting beside, the conversation was not getting started well so I decided to try and get things going and ask her if this was her first time there. She answered that yes it was, and ask if I had been here before, and what to expect. I lied and said this was only my second time there and my first time to use the steam room. That opened the door for the other guys to jump in and tell her about the facility and services. They told her about the showers and the sauna, and some of the different types of massage she could request. The older guy didn't say much except to reply that his name was John. The conversation gave all the guys an excuse to look over my wife’s body without being too conspicuous, and I observed their eyes roving all over her. The younger guys, Rick and Chris, were talkative and said that like tonight they occasionally came here after working out at the gym to relax and loosen up before going out partying. During the conversation Lisa nonchalantly lifted her left leg up, bending her knee and putting her foot on the bench beside me. This lifted the bottom of her towel up and exposed her trimmed pussy to all of us, but especially me. I could see that her pussy was dripping wet, maybe partly from perspiration but I could also tell she was oozing sex juice from being horny and turned on. She acted as if she didn't realize what she was exposing, but I knew she was quite aware. After a few minutes of small talk, Lisa told the guys that she had already downed a couple of drinks and smoked some weed on the way over, so she was feeling a great buzz but the steam was getting really hot. One of the guys pointed at the shower by the door and said it felt really great to have the cool water on your hot skin when the steam got to be too much to stand. She innocently lied about being too embarrassed to get up in front of a room full of guys and take a shower completely naked, but they assured her that they did it all the time and they had seen other women do it. Rick said he would go first, that way she would not feel so intimidated. He dropped his towel and stood up, revealing a large, semi-erect cock. It was about average length, but very thick and had a very large mushroom-shaped head. His body was firm and mostly hairless except for the dark patch of pubic hair above his penis. He turned on the water and began rinsing off, turning around under the splashing water and running his hands over his body as he did. He seemed to spend extra time rinsing his back and facing directly towards my wife while he ran his hands down the length of his penis a couple of times, and I know he was enjoying exposing himself to her. Lisa was staring directly at his large cock as if in a trance, and you could see it throb and jump every few seconds as the water ran down and streamed off the end of his dick, almost as if he was standing there pissing. She was startled out of her trance when he asked "Are you ready?" She looked at him blankly, and he added, "to take a shower? Should I leave the water on, or turn it off?" "Leave it on" she said in a shaky voice, and slowly opened her towel and stood up. She was so overwhelmed with lust that she was finding it difficult to speak. My god she looked good with her thick dark nipples sticking out, pointing slightly upward from her firm round milky-white breasts, showing us all how incredibly turned on she was. My dick was getting hard and aching to be set free from being squeezed between my legs where I was trying to hold it down. Lisa stood close to Rick as he stepped out from under the water, almost touching each other as they passed. She looked so small and white next to his tall tanned frame, it was an erotic sight. She watched his penis almost the entire time as he sat back down on his towel without drying off and leaned back naked with his legs apart and his hands behind his head to watch my wife shower. Chris took advantage of having a naked woman showering directly in front of him and shifted his position. He opened his towel and leaned back against the wall with his left foot up on the bench, exposing his nearly fully erect penis to my wife but blocking the view from the other guys except me. When she saw his erect penis she smiled at him and unabashedly took a long look at his tool, which caused it to swell even more. She could see pre-cum oozing from the tip and told me later it was all she could do to not lean over and lick it off. Chris took his right hand and grasped the base of his cock, slowly beginning to stroke it, causing more cum to ooze out. He had a very straight, slightly larger than average pole, with a proportionately sized head. His cock looked like the model for a good-sized dildo. Lisa was putting on a great show under the spraying water. The cool water had made her nipples even harder and longer, sticking out almost a full inch. As she turned to face the wall with the cool water bouncing on her naked breasts she closed her eyes and moved her right hand down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit. Her left hand moved to her breasts, alternating between them, rubbing and squeezing her nipples. What an incredibly erotic sight to see. Chris and I had the best view, but it was obvious to the others exactly what was going on. After only a few short seconds of caressing herself, she leaned slightly forward at the waist causing her ass to stick out a little. Then with her feet spread apart she put her left hand up on the wall to steady herself as she tilted forward, letting the water spray down her neck, shoulders, and back, running down between her delicious buns and streaming across her pink puckered anus, down to where her hand was now really working on her clitoris. I'm sure Rick and John had a clear view of her anus and cleanly shaved pussy lips and could watch as her fingers vigorously massaged her swollen clit. Her body shuddered slightly, and a faint moan escaped from her lips as she went over the edge into an intense orgasm. Meanwhile I had taken Chris's lead and freed my cock while putting my right foot up on the bench to at least somewhat hide my throbbing penis from the other guys. I was gently stroking my dick with the fingers of my left hand and could feel the pre-cum trickling down the underside of the shaft. John, the quiet older guy, still had his towel on but you could see his cock starting to swell beneath it, and from the size of the impression it was making in his towel this guy had an enormous dick. It already ran almost halfway down the length of his thighs. Lisa missed none of this scene. She had turned around with flushed cheeks and was smiling coyly as she looked around the steam room at the effect she was having on her audience. She turned off the water and moved back to the bench beside Rick. She sat down in the corner on her towel without bothering to try and cover back up. The bench wrapped around the corner and she leaned back against the wall against which I was sitting, facing the other guys. She moved her right leg up onto the bench beside Rick leaving her left leg hanging off the side of the bench toward me. This gave all of the other guys a clear view of her spread pussy, but she was so overcome with lust and wantonness that she didn't care, she was loving every minute of the tease. Rick broke the silent sexual tension when he asked, "So did you enjoy your shower?" Everyone laughed because the answer was so obvious. Lisa playfully stretched out her leg and pushed him on the thigh, answering, "Of course I did, didn't you?" "Very much" he said. Pushing on his thigh with her foot caused his swollen penis to swing back and forth and grow even more, with the veins sticking out and the large head swelling and becoming dark purplish until it seemed it would burst. "Now that you've seen the affect you've had on all of us, it seems only fair you help relieve the condition you've put us in!" said Rick jokingly. After a pause that seemed like an eternity as we all waited for her answer, Lisa laughed and replied "That seems like a reasonable request, but it looks to me like a couple of you have already started taking care of the job yourselves!" She was referring to Chris and I stroking our erect shafts. With that Lisa sat up and moved over beside Rick. She reached over with her right arm and grabbed hold of his big dick with her small white hand and began stroking. She leaned over and lapped up the cum oozing out of his hole with her tongue, licking her lips and letting out a seductive "mmMMmm". Chris and I both got up holding our cocks and moved toward her. I reached her first and she grabbed my dick, stuck it in her mouth and started yanking the base of the shaft and bobbing her head up and down the rest. Chris moved in close to her face and was seriously working his hand up and down his pole, which was causing a rhythmic squishing sound as he stroked due to the buildup of sweat and cum on his hand and dick. Sometimes it would squirt off the end of his dick and splatter on Lisa's cheek and right breast. Rick put his left arm around Lisa and started massaging her left breast and twisting her nipple as she jacked him off. His right hand started on her other breast causing her to let out a muffled moan around my thick shaft that was crammed into her mouth. To my left I could see that John had shed his towel and was standing up wringing his log of a dick, working to get it all the way hard. Even slightly flaccid it looked like a penis you only saw in a porno movie or web site. It was at least a 10 incher, and was as thick as the thickest part of Lisa's forearm. I was nearing the edge when Lisa let go and grabbed Chris's slippery cock and stuffed it in her mouth. I was working on finishing my orgasm and could see that Lisa had spread her legs wide and Rick's right hand had moved down to her pussy, causing her to squirm around on the bench and moan constantly. She was still energetically pumping Rick and Chris's cocks and I was amazed with their staying power. I finally reached release and started squirting velvety ropes of cum towards Lisa's left side, aiming for her breast. The first shot hit her arm, the second and third hit home on her left breast and side. Rick at first pulled his hand away when he felt the hot cum, but then put it back and started rubbing the cum all over her breast and nipple. Chris was next to go and his first blast surprised Lisa and shot down her throat causing her to gag a little. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and the next blast coated her chin and neck. Chris continued to unload an amazing amount of cum all over Lisa's breasts and stomach as she pumped his cock dry. Cum was hanging from her chin and her right nipple; it was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. She continued jacking off Rick, her hand coated with the cum that had been oozing out of his dick. I sat down on Lisa's left side and began massaging her breasts with the slippery cum that was coating them, spreading it all over her stomach and breasts up to her shoulders. Rick had moved his arm out from around her and leaned back, placing his right hand over Lisa's small white one on his big dick and began stroking with her in an effort bring himself off. Lisa had moved to the very front edge of the bench and Chris knelt down on his knees in front of her and had at least three fingers inserted into her pussy with one hand and the other was flicking her clit back and forth as he studied her pussy intently. Lisa's body shuddered violently as another wave of intense orgasms rocked through her, squirting sex juice all over Chris's hand and onto the floor. I had almost forgotten John was there when he stepped up and stood over Chris with his massive tool in both hands. Lisa didn't miss a beat and grabbed it with her left hand, licked the oozing cum off and tried to shove it in her mouth. It was so big all she could do was cram the spongy head in and maybe a couple of inches of the thick shaft before her mouth was completely full to the back of her throat. But like the sex trooper she is, she started bobbing her head back and forth as much as she could and pumped her hand up and down above his. Then it was Rick's turn to blast away. He moaned loudly and began to shoot. The first blast went straight up in the air and fell back onto his stomach, cock, and his and Lisa's hands. Lisa pushed his cock towards the middle of the room and thick streams of cum arced out toward the middle of the floor, splattering at least 4 feet out into the room. When Rick was finally done, Lisa turned all her attention to bringing off the massive tubesteak that was stretching her jaws. She put both hands on John's cock and started feverishly pistoning his shaft. John put his hands on her head for balance and helped her continue to bob back and forth on the head of his dick. I had my right arm around my wife and was twisting and pulling on her nipples with both hands. Chris had managed to insert four fingers and was pounding his hand in and out of her pussy. Her body was convulsing in sensory overload. She is a sex goddess, and I must be the luckiest man alive! Rick had gotten up and turned on the shower to rinse off, when John started swaying and shaking, signaling he was close to ejaculation. When he started shooting his load, Lisa tried to swallow the first couple of blasts, but her mouth was too full and it began to gush out from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto Chris below. Lisa pulled the huge head from her mouth and the next blast splattered her neck with the hot pearl-white liquid. The last gusher was on her chest between her breasts and ran down between them onto her stomach. Steam Room Slut Lisa leaned back and moaned through another orgasm as Chris twisted his hand back and forth in her pussy. She was a cum-covered slut, and I've rarely seen her look so satisfied. Chris stood up, staring at my wife. He then put his hand on his dick, aimed it at her pussy and started sending a stream of golden piss toward her gaping pussy. The stream was hitting her mound and pussy lips and splattering out over her body. Lisa moved her hand down and started rubbing her clit again as the hot piss splashed all over her hand and fingers. I wasn't about to miss this opportunity, so I stood up and starting pissing on my wife along with Chris. I shot my hot golden liquid into her bellybutton and all over her stomach, then moved it up and aimed at her exquisite nipples as she continued to work her clit, building up another massive orgasm. As Chris was squeezing out the last few dribbles of piss, Lisa started shaking and moaning in the throes of her orgasm. After I finished pissing on her and she stopped shaking from her orgasm, I helped her to her feet, guiding her over to the shower. We all helped rinse her off, there were hands exploring all over her body. She was in heaven. By the time we were all rinsed off, I could see that our cocks were becoming semi-rigid again and we were ready for a second round. I didn't have any idea how long we had been in there, and was somewhat amazed that no one had come looking for us or had interrupted our incredible session. I decided it was time to get out of there before the next round started, which probably would have been a gang bang (and we didn't bring any condoms). So I grabbed my towel, looked my wife in the eye, and suggested that we all better get out of there before someone came looking for us. She got the hint and followed me out the door, forgetting her towel and walking naked down the hall to her massage room. The massage therapists were sitting in the hall chatting when they saw us walk up. They looked quizzically at Lisa standing there nude with a sheepish smile on her face, and then saw the other three men leaving the steam room. A smirk of understanding swept across their faces as they looked at each other and grinned. It turns out we had only been in the steam room for 30 minutes, and were still able to enjoy a full hour of deserved massage therapy. Afterward we met again in the shower room and were relieved to have it all to ourselves. I fucked my wife hard against the wall in one corner of the shower room behind a flimsy little plastic curtain. It was intense. We went back to our rooms and dressed to leave. We left large tips for the excellent massages and also to help them forget our earlier extra time in the steam room. We walked out to the car and took off, heading for the dance club that Rick and Chris said they usually hang out at. We had the whole night ahead of us and were ready to move on to another adventure! Steam Room Splash Sam is staring at my naked body in the locker room. I quickly cover up with my towel but notice that he is still staring at my groin. "Please tell me you're not looking at my dick, man. Please tell my you're not going gay on me now or anything," I say, completely freaked out. Sam has always appeared so straight, that is, until now. "I'm not staring at your dick. I'm just deep in thought," replies Sam. I don't believe Sam, though, because his cheeks are blushing and I notice that a bulge is starting beneath his towel. "Ready for our steamer, bud? It's going to feel so good after that workout, that's for sure. I think I went too heavy on the bench press. I should be more careful next time. I am going to be so sore tomorrow," says Sam rubbing his chest muscles vigorously to relax them. Sam and I enter the steam room and sit down. We can hear the locker room clear out and take notice of the time. We've never had a steamer this late in the afternoon before. Usually, we have a steamer on one of the days that we don't work out. I can see that Sam is uncomfortable: His hands are lying across his groin; it looks like he's trying to cover up an erection. A few minutes pass and I notice that he is having a total erection. His hard-on gets so stiff that his hands can no longer hide the fact that he is hard. "Are you thinking about your girl, man?" I ask, trying to figure out what's causing his intense hard-on. "No. Actually, I'm just thinking about one of my fantasies. I should stop. What if someone comes in? I can't be tenting up my towel like this in a guy's locker room. They'll think I'm gay," says Sam. "What sort of fantasy are you having? Care to share it?" I ask curiously, dying to find out. "I probably shouldn't say," says Sam. "Why? Is it a gay fantasy or something? Something you're not telling me, pal? Fuck. Please tell me you're not gay," I say, scared that Sam might be gay and just never bothered telling me. "I'm not fuckin' gay, OK? I'm just curious," admits Sam. "Curious? Like what? Like you want to butt fuck some guy? Please don't tell me you want to butt fuck me now." "No. I don't want to butt fuck anyone. I'm just curious about sucking cock, that's all. You probably think I'm gay because I'm telling you this, though," says Sam nervously. I go silent for a moment as I digest what Sam is telling me. It's not easy to hear him tell me this. He's always such a typical male. It's not his usual character to talk like this. Maybe he thinks we've been friends long enough to trust me; and now he wants to tell me his secret, I think to myself. "I just want to try sucking cock," says Sam. "Like who? Who's going to let you suck their cock, Sam? All the guys we know are straight as a board." "Well, actually, I was hoping you would let me suck your cock," says Sam biting his bottom lip very nervously. He seems to be anticipating a beating from me. "My cock, you want to suck my cock?" I say, appalled. It's preposterous. There's no way I'm letting Sam suck my cock. "Why not?" asks Sam starting to get more aggressive in his courting of my cock. "Because, for one, it's mine! And I'm straight! That's why!" I yell. "It just looks so delicious," admits Sam. "The first time I saw your cock in the locker room, I had to go to a bathroom stall to blow my load. I wasn't expecting it to turn me on so much. Whenever we're in the locker room and you're changing, your cock turns me on so much. I can't help it anymore. I'm fuckin' in love with your cock. Come on, Dillan, you have to admit it's fuckin' awesome. You know you've got the world's hottest cock, don't you? How could you not? It's so thick and big and the contours are unbelievable. How do chicks stay off of your cock, man? If I was a chick, I'd fucking stuff your cock into my pussy and never let you take it out." "What the fuck are you talking about, Sam? You're talking about my dick, man! Jeez! Get a grip, buddy. Don't make me ditch you as a friend," I say angrily, although, hearing Sam talk about my cock in this way is quite a compliment. I do agree: My cock is pretty amazing; and it's true: chicks can't get enough of my dick. But the thought of letting Sam suck me off is repulsive. He's a great looking guy but I just never thought he'd be asking to suck me off. As I sit in the steam room pondering what Sam is saying, I feel a pulse in my dick. I'm getting a hard-on! I can't believe it. I haven't blown my load for about a week now and my cock is begging to cum. It's begging for it so much that I think it may be asking me to let Sam suck it. Sam looks around the room ashamed as my cock continues to grow. After a few minutes of silence and cock stiffening, my cock reaches a full hard-on. My mind races; I struggle with the thought for a moment but pull off my towel, revealing my stiff cock to Sam. Sam's eyes widen. "See! Look at that fuckin' thing!" says Sam as he excitedly climbs down a wooden level and walks over to me. Sam looks me in the eyes before placing both of his hands on my hard shaft. Slowly, and very sensually, Sam begins to stroke my cock with both hands, alternating hands as though climbing a ladder, a dick ladder. "What about the locker room?" I ask. "What if someone comes in?" "They won't," says Sam. "They're gone now. I used to have steamers at this time of day last year. There won't be a soul in here until tomorrow." I think about the freedom of being alone with Sam in the steam room with no interruptions or chance of being caught. "Keep going," I say. I am starting to feel very eager to blow my load and relieve my cum-filled and aching balls. Sam keeps stroking my cock, rhythmically milking it up and down with two hands for a while longer. He stops and spits heavily on the top of my cock. He begins stroking again, smearing his spit all over my shaft. He puts his head down in front of my balls and begins sucking them up into his mouth: first, one ball, then the other. I can feel my balls swishing internally with fluid and excitement. His mouth feels incredible. It's so warm and soft. It's every bit as good as any girl that's ever sucked me off. Sam stops, looks me in the eyes, and places the head of my cock into his mouth. My hips buck at the wetness and warmth. He slides his head down further and I look down to see the sight of my best friend sucking deeply on my engorged cock. I can feel Sam emotionally and begin to feel turned-on by the fact that he's getting so turned-on by my cock. I wonder what Sam's cock is like, I think to myself. Sam spits again and begins sucking up and down, moving his whole head. I grab his head and push him down onto my cock, forcing him to suck my big dick. He pauses, gets some air, and continues. I push him down again. This goes on for quite a while as we both enjoy ourselves: I am enjoying having Sam deep-throat my cock and Sam is enjoying me pushing down on his head while he does it. I think Sam is very turned-on by the fact that I am actually enjoying this. He was very apprehensive before we started. "Give my your cum," begs Sam. "I want to taste it. Are you going to cum?" "Yes, I think so. Just keep going like that and I'll probably cum soon," I tell Sam as he continues slurping my hard rod. After another couple of minutes of good, therapeutic dick sucking, I start bucking my hips, forcing my cock into Sam's hungry mouth. I feel my balls fill up and contract and yell, "Now! Now! I'm going to cum!" Sam keeps sucking and brings his hands up to cradle my balls. He jostles my balls around in circles and fondles them with his finger tips while sucking me as deep as he can. I buck and unload my first spurt into his mouth. I tense up, locking up all my leg muscles and hold tightly on his head. I feel the hot streams of my cum leave my cock and enter into his mouth, splashing around in his mouth before settling on my cock head again. Sam finishes me off completely, milking all of my cum into his mouth before letting my dick slide out. His mouth is full of my cum and he keeps it in there for a while, enjoying the victory of fulfilling his fantasy of sucking my cock and eating my semen. He lifts his head and swallows all of my hot spunk. Licking his lips, he smiles and lets his white towel drop to the floor. Sam's cock is every bit as delicious as my own: hard, long, thick, and veiny. "Do you want to suck my cock?" asks Sam after ensuring all of my cum was swallowed. "I don't know. I've never done it before," I say, scared but eager. I climb down from where I was sitting and Sam sits on a wooden bench. He leans back and his erect cock points straight up. I grab his cock with one hand and direct it into my mouth. He stiffens in my mouth. I can't believe how good dick skin tastes. It's so sensual and erotic. His thick member feels so good. I gain an appreciation of gays as I enjoy the stiffness of his hard-on in my mouth. "Oh yes. Suck me off. My balls feel like they're going to explode," says Sam uncomfortably. I suck on his cock head at first, training myself in the fine art of cock sucking. Sam is enjoying it but I knick him with my teeth a few times. Sam forgives it easily as I am mostly offering pleasure. I keep sucking him and after a few minutes gain proficiency at curling my lips around my teeth. I bob up and down on his dick until he grabs my ears. "You probably don't want me to cum in your mouth," says Sam, "I have a big load, too big for a first time cock sucker." Sam releases his hold on my head and I let his dick out of my mouth. Sam begins splashing my face with his hot cum over and over again. I can feel spurt after spurt and jet stream after jet stream of his hot load painting my face. Just when I think he's done, he keeps cumming. He keeps painting my face. It slows and I think he's done but he bucks his hips and continues painting my face with hot ribbons and splashes of cum. It slows and he releases a steady flow of milky white cum out of his cock, which doesn't fly out but runs steadily out of his cock head and down his big shaft. He keeps flowing out for about ten seconds before screaming, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! That's fuckin' good." "Holy shit!" I yell, "that's a lot of fucking cum. How the hell do you cum so much?" I ask, astonished at his massive load. "I've always jizzed that much cum, ever since puberty," admits Sam. I wipe off some of his cum from my cheek and throw it onto the floor. I do the same with my other cheek. I can taste his hot seed in my mouth, salty and somewhat sweet. His cum is so hot; I feel incredibly turned on by how much Sam can cum. It's an amazing feeling to have his cum spread all over my face. "So, what did you think?" asks Sam, "How was my blowjob?" "It was phenomenal," I say. "I can't believe how much you jizzed on my face. I am so turned-on right now. How can chicks stay away from your big fat loads?" "They can't," says Sam proudly. "And now I can't either," I say. "I want to eat your big cock every day now. Holy shit! I crave your dick now man." "I don't think what we're doing is gay," says Sam. "I just think we're two guys with hot dicks that want to share it with each other. I don't want to marry you or butt fuck you or anything. I just want your dick." "Next week, same time?" I ask eagerly. "No. Tomorrow," says Sam. "You're going to suck my cock whenever I need you to, aren't you, Dillan? You're my new bitch!" "I'm your new blow job bitch," I say, marvelling at the words that just came out of my mouth, and the load that just came out of Sam! Steam Room Surprise Boring. That's how Steven defined his life, boring. Maybe it was a factor of being 18 years old and not having a car yet, but Steven couldn't help but feel like his life just sucked some times. Sure, he had a core group of good friends he hung out with on a regular basis, mostly the weekends. He also had an after-school job busing tables at the local diner. But that had become the problem to begin with. His life had fallen into a routine of college, work and friends (wait till he gets older). Steven just felt he should be doing more with his life. Of course, girls were a part of the "more" that Steven wanted. But he hadn't yet come into his own when it came to women. He dated a few times in high school, but it had never gotten past that awkward stage of holding hands and stealing a few kisses here and there. He thought that would change in college, but being a freshman significantly handicaps you. So there went Steven, riding his bike down the quad and off to the main road. Steven enjoyed working out in the local gym, but not the school gym. The football players dominated the school's gym and they were less than pleasant to be around when you just wanted to do a simple routine. Steven rode into the parking lot for the 24-hour gym just as the sun was beginning to rise. The brisk air kept Steven awake during his travels as he rode to the gym around 5 am. Steven's first class was at 7 am and he loved to get in the gym early mainly because no one else was around. Locking up his bike Steven walked through the double glass doors and into the lobby. He waved pleasantly at the woman watching the counter who smiled politely back to him. Making his way to the locker room Steven changed into a pair of shorts and a white T-Shirt then locked away his duffel bag. Casually walking into the main workout room Steven grinned at it's emptiness. He enjoyed not having to compete for equipment for weights and besides, who would come to the gym at 5 am on a Friday? He started this Friday the same way he started every day, with a simple 2-mile jog. With all the bike riding Steven did cardio was never a problem, but he enjoyed the warm up. About half way through his warm up Steven noticed a tall woman walk into the gym. "I've never seen her hear before" Steve thought to himself. She looked his direction and gave him a warm smile before getting on one of the workout bikes. She had to be at least 6 feet tall with short dark hair, shapely hips and a fairly large bust. She wore a skintight spandex top with very short shorts. When she jumped onto the bike Steven could see she was wearing a thong underneath her shorts, exposing most of her ass. "Well that's one hell of a way to workout I guess" Steven thought. He tried to return his attention to his jog but he couldn't stop staring at the woman on the bicycle. It was odd enough for someone else to be working out this early in the morning, especially someone so incredibly attractive. Lost in his thoughts of bare asses and full breasts Steven didn't even notice the woman look back at him with a smirk across her face. "See something you like?" The woman asked. Snapping out of his very dirty daydream and looked up at the woman's face for the first time. "Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Steven stuttered. "It's okay hon, I expect people to stare when I dress this way" the woman responded. Steven turned a very bright shade of red as he continued to look at the woman, trying hard to keep his gaze directed towards her face and not her breasts. "You like these" the woman asked as she cupped her ample bosom. "I paid a good price for em, so I'm happy to be getting my money's worth." Steven gulped. "Those are fake, I would never have guessed." "That's the point hon, you're not suppose to be able to guess" the woman said with a wink and a smile. Steven had become completely lost in his gaze again as the heavenly figure before him cupped her firm fake breasts while looking at him like he was a piece of grade A beef. But, just like Steven always did, he completely missed the woman's innuendos and decided he'd better call it a day before he embarrassed himself further. Smiling at the woman Steven politely excused himself stating he had finished and needed a shower. The truth was Steven hadn't finished and although he could use a cold shower right about now he decided he would head for the steam room. Steven entered the locker room again, and making sure there was no one else around, he stripped down to nothing and tried in vain to wrap a towel around his waist. A raging hard-on was providing a challenge in his towel wrapping since he couldn't figure out a way to hide his excitement. In the end Steven just shrugged it off knowing that no one else would see it anyways. Walking the short distance to the steam room from the men's locker room Steven immediately threw on more water, increasing the blazing heat. This was Steven's favorite part of the day. Since the gym was always vacant (now almost always) he loved to end his routine in the steam room where he could really relax. Because of Steven's awkwardness around women he often let loose in the steam room, beginning by removing his towel. Steven didn't know what it was about the hot, wet air but it got his juices flowing in all the right directions. Of course, after seeing that beauty in the gym his juices already knew exactly where they were going. Steven looked down at his throbbing dick, stretching its full 6 inches. Sweat rolled down his chest, against his stomach, down his shaft and finally ending on his balls. He felt great in here and he began to slowly stroke his cock, using his own sweat as lube. Steven was never in a rush to cum; instead he liked to slowly build up a huge load. Once, he had even hit the door, but he made sure to clean it up afterwards. Soon Steven became lost in his casual masturbation and it took the cold outside air to snap him out of it. The beautiful woman from the gym opened the door, still wearing her spandex and shorts, and Steven turned a bright shade of purple this time. Strangely enough, his flushed face was almost the same color of his cock head. The woman only giggled as Steven rushed to cover his deflating penis with the towel he had discarding just a few minutes ago. "Thinking of me I see," the woman teased, brushing her chest with one hand, as she looked the young lad up and down again. "I'm so sorry Miss, it's just that no one is never here and I just..." Steven stammered. "It's okay, I don't mind at all, just so long as it was me you were thinking about" the woman said as she sat on the bench one step down from Steven, less than a foot away. "Well uh...yeah" Steven admitted, turning a new shade of red now. "So what is it about me that catches your fancy? My tits, my ass or my legs?" The woman asked. Steven looked bewildered for a moment, wondering why she wasn't screaming pervert at him. But since she asked he decided to be honest. "I guess it would have to be all of the above." "You're sweet honey. Tell ya what, since it's so hot in here and I've already seen you in the buff, I'm gonna take my top off. Is that okay?" the woman asked. Once again Steven took a huge gulp as he stared down at those wonderful mounds of flesh. "Sure, I don't mind" he whispered weakly. "Thanks hon, I'd hate to ruin this top. Tell ya what, if they get to be too much for ya just tell me and I'll put my top back on. Or, if you feel like it, you can go back to stroking yourself. I don't mind" the woman stated as she removed her spandex top, placing it next to her. Steven wasn't sure if she was being serious or not about him masturbating in front of her, but he didn't much care. He stared wide-eyed at her beautiful tits. They were more than a handful, maybe around 36 DD. Even in the humid air her nipples stood at full attention and her skin began to glisten as sweat built up on her chest. Steven raging hard on started to return, and in double force this time with the new stimulation in front of him. He panicked inside his brain because the woman said he could jerk off if he wanted to, but he didn't know if she was kidding. Then, as if to answered his unasked question, the woman looked up at him. "Go ahead kid, I won't tell if you don't." Steven removed his towel with a shaky hand, exposing himself to this woman for a second time. She stared longingly at his cock, licking her lips slightly. Steven gripped his cock at the base and began to slowly stroke himself while watching her every move. The woman breathed slowly and purposefully, causing her chest to rise high. After about two minutes of this the woman looked Steven in the eye, locking his gaze with hers. "You doing okay there kid?" the woman asked. "Uh yeah, are you still okay with me doing this?" "Absolutely, it just seems like you're having some trouble is all" the woman cooed. Suddenly, the woman stood up and sat on the top bench, right next to Steven. Her smooth skin rubbed against him, sending shivers down his spine. He could feel one of her tits resting against his shoulder, which made his entire body feel numb. "Here, you've been at that for a while. Tell ya what hon, I'll take over for ya and feel free to give these puppies a feel if you need extra motivation" she said while fondling her tits. Steven almost jumped out of his skin. His hand had frozen in mid stroke on his cock and the woman brushed his hand aside, taking a grip on his man meat at it's base. Steven tried to mentally calm himself because he could feel his orgasm building heavily. He didn't want to squirt already and embarrass himself in front of this hot woman. She didn't rush him either, she took slow and steady strokes up and down Steven's shaft just the way he liked it. After he felt he was calm enough Steven reached over with a trembling hand and began massaging the nearest tit. It's flesh felt soft in his hands and he still couldn't believe they were fake. Soon Steven became lost in his world of pleasure, now massaging those great tits with both hands. Her strokes were erotically sensual and mixed with the hot air Steven felt like he was in extascy. As he ate up her entire body with his eyes, Steven noticed the woman's free hand was down her shorts making slow and steady movements. "Man, is she as turned on as I am right now" Steven wondered. "Uh...whatcha doing down there?" Steven asked. The woman looked up at him, breaking her gazed on his cock, and she giggled slightly, turning red. "Why, I'm doing the same thing down there as I am up here" she responded. This turned Steven on even more and he began trying to catch a glimpse of what she was doing. "Hey, I wanna see what your doing" he pleaded. "Are you sure honey, do you really want to see?" she asked in a warning tone. Steven was lost again in his world of pleasure and simply responded "Yeah, of course I wanna see." The woman never stopped stroking Steven's cock and with her other hand she stopped playing with herself long enough to pull down her shorts. A 7-inch cock came springing out from the confines of the fabric. She had pulled aside her thong and as soon as her shorts were off she went back to stroking herself, keeping the same pace on her cock as she was on Steven's. Steven's mind went blank for a good five seconds. He never stopped her from jerking him off, and he never thought about stopping her from pleasuring herself, he just didn't know how to process this. The wires in his brain must have been crossed because even though she had a dick, one bigger than his own, he was even more turned on by her. Even her dick was sexy, with silky skin and completely shaved balls. The woman was scared for a moment about how the kid might react. But after a few moments had passed and the kid didn't do anything to stop her she figured he had to be into it at least a little and was trying to figure out how to deal. She decided she'd make it easy on him. As Steven stared intently on the beautiful cock in front of him, his world suddenly seemed smaller as he felt warm lips wrap around his dick. He looked down and saw the woman vigorously sucking his cock, rubbing her tongue against the bottom of his shaft. It had finally become too much, the tits, the masturbation and now the beautiful cock. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Steven whimpered. The woman, like a pro, stopped sucking Steven off. Instead, she kept her lips wrapped around his cock head and began jerking him off furiously. Steven exploded in her mouth, his cum trickling out from the corners of her lips. She gulped down the first load, then she opened her mouth and let the cum fly all over her face. Seeing this caused another wave of hot passion to come over Steven and he began to cover he beautiful lips chin with his cum. After he and sufficiently covered her face, Steven sighed heavily, leaning back against the wall. They were both covered in sweat and she continued to idly stroke her cock as Steven came down from his orgasm. "That was great." Steven sighed. "I'm sorry, but I never got your name?" He asked. "Jessica, but call me Jessy" she replied, reaching out with her free hand to shake his. Steven shook her hand, then looked around for a moment kind of uncomfortable. "So, your not exactly a woman are you?" he asked. "And I'm not exactly a man either. Are you okay with that?" Steven thought for a moment. He actually found her dick to be extremely sexy, it even suited her. "Yeah, I think I am. Uhhh, I was hoping that we weren't done here. There's at least an hour before anyone else gets in." he cautiously asked. "We're not done if you don't want to be done cutie" she teased. With that Steven leaned over and kissed her cum covered face, boldly going where he never imagined he would. Steam Room Surprise Steve and I had been working long hours all week. We started early and worked late. This was an important contract for our company. Our boss, half jokingly, said don't come back to the office until everything is installed and working perfectly. It was early Friday afternoon and we were just now installing the last of the software. Steve looked up from the monitor, 'I wonder how serious Sid was when he said not to come back to the office unless this was all running perfectly.' 'I don't know, but we have at least a half day of work in just checking the equipment set up and installation one more time and. . .' 'And we should run all the software and make sure there aren't any bugs.' 'Yeah, we should run it over night at least.' 'Clint, why don't you call Sid and tell him that we have about two more days of work before this is wrapped up.' I was on the phone with Sid, 'Steve, Sid suggests we stay until the job is finished.' 'Damn! I was afraid he's say that. Well, I don't have anyone or anything on for the weekend. How about you?' 'Me neither. Glad I don't have a wife and family. Want me to tell Sid that's what we'll do?' 'Yeah, I guess so.' Steve smiled ruefully, 'I could use the overtime, I guess.' Before I hung up the phone, I told Sid that Steve and I would work through the weekend and that we should finish about noon on Sunday. I walked back over to where Steve was seated at the monitor. 'Sid strongly suggested we stay over through Monday just to make sure everything is working o.k.' Steve looked up at me, 'This is just like working for the telephone or power company. Lots of mandatory overtime.' He shrugged and rolled his shoulders. 'Why don't you take a break? He stood and I slipped into the chair in front of the monitor. 'I guess I should call the hotel and tell them we'll need our room through Monday night.' 'Good idea, Steve. Although, I haven't seen much of my room, I'd hate to be without it.' 'Yeah, about all I've done is shower, change clothes and sleep. And I haven't done much sleeping either.' We worked through the afternoon. Steve stretched in the chair, 'Let's knock of at the regular time for once. I'd like to eat a leisurely meal and have a couple of drinks for a change.' 'Sounds like a plan. I'd like to hit the fitness center. I haven't worked out since we got here Sunday afternoon. And the center was packed then.' 'I should work out too, Clint. I'd probably sleep better.' 'Why don't we work out a couple of hours after we have dinner?' 'O.K. I'm just about finished here. Once this software is running in the test mode, we can leave.' 'I'll get with the contracting officer and tell them we're working through the weekend and that we'll need access.' Jillian, the CO was surprised, and pleased, that we were going to work through weekend. She made arrangements with the security desk so the weekend guards would let us in the building and she got us a couple of special visitor's passes. 'We're all set, Steve.' I gave him his pass. He typed a couple of commands then pressed the enter key. 'There it goes. Hopefully, when we come back in the morning, it will have run without any problems.' He leaned back in the chair and stretched. 'Man, my shoulders are stiff.' I started to massage his neck and shoulders. He didn't object. When I finished, Steve stood up and flexed his shoulders, 'You do good work. That felt good.' When we got back to the hotel, we cleaned up and ate dinner. I ordered a bottle of wine with dinner. After dinner, we went to the hotel bar. It was very quiet. This was a business hotel so there were few weekend guests. We had one drink, decided it was too quiet and decided to change clothes and work out. The fitness center, like the rest of the hotel, was pretty quiet. There were six or eight guys working out and we could hear the showers in the locker room. Steve and I took our time and worked our way through all of the stations on the various machines. Steve wiped his face and the handles on the equipment, 'I should sleep well tonight.' 'I think I'll hit the steam room for a little bit.' 'Care if I join you?' 'Come on ahead.' We showered and wrapped towels around our waists. The steam was pretty thick when we entered. Steve and I sat on the lowest level bench. There seemed to be a fair number of guys in the steam room. Steve nudged me and whispered, 'Is that guy doing what I think he's doing?' I looked towards where Steve was nodding. A guy across from us was bent over the lap of the guy seated next to him. Through gaps in the steam we could see his mouth work up and down his companion's cock. 'Looks like someone is getting the full treatment.' Steve grinned, 'That'll relax you, for sure.' He nodded again. A guy next to us was watching the blowjob. He was stroking his cock. Steve stood up. 'You're not leaving.' 'Nah, I going farther into the cave and higher up.' I followed Steve. We climbed up and sat on the middle tier. We looked around. Three guys down a ways from us were fondling each other. I nudged Steve. He looked where I was nodding. Across from us, on the top tier, two guys were stretched out in a sixty-nine. Steve laughed softly, 'That's a hot sixty-nine. This hotel sure gets a different crowd on weekends.' He stood up. His towel came loose and unwound from around his waist. Steve seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing. His half erect cock was level with my face. He jumped when I kissed the crown of his cock. But he didn't move away. He was looking down watching me as I slipped my tongue under his plump cock crown and lifted in to my lips. I closed my lips around his cockhead and sucked. Steve whispered, 'Oh! Don't. . . stop.' as his cock slipped deep into my mouth His pubic hair tickled my nose a little. He spread his thighs as my fingertips found his hairy sac. It had been years since I had sucked cock, but, like riding a bicycle, once you learn, you never forget how. As I worked my way up and down and around Steve's hard-on with my lips and tongue, the techniques and pleasure giving tricks came flooding back. I was sort of jacking Steve's cock with my mouth and jacking my own hard-on when a hand covered mine. A guy pushed his face in close and licked Steve's cock shaft as I backed his hard-on out of my mouth. The new guy whispered 'Please.' I held Steve's cock upright and looked up at him. He grinned and nodded. Holding his cock down, I pointed it at the new guy. Steve moaned softly as his cock disappeared into the mouth of his new friend. Through the billowing steam I could see several other guys getting or giving blowjobs. A few guys walked into the steam room, looked around and left. Others stood and watched. And some joined in. Steve's new friend still had his hand on my cock. Two other guys sat down in front of us. One of them took over the hand job on my cock. The other guy stood up next to Steve. He waved his hard cock in my face. I figured 'Why Not' and opened my mouth. My new friend filled my mouth with his hard, heavily veined shaft. He put his hand on the back of my head to steady it. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of my mouth, then slowly pushed it back in. He didn't thrust hard or deep. I enjoyed the feel of his cock sliding through my lips. I kept my tongue working as he fucked my face with slow strokes. The guy doing the hand job on me started licking my hard-on. I spread my thighs to give him better access. If my own mouth hadn't been filled with cock, I would have had a big smile as another new friend swallowed my cock. This whole scene brought back memories of Sunday evenings in 'the secret party room' at my college frat house. Another face crowded in on my right. My new friend pulled out of my mouth. In a way, I hated for him to leave, but he had already found another mouth to fuck. The guy sucking Steve's cock had just the crown in his mouth. His lips were sealed around the shaft. I could see that he was swallowing Steve's hot load. When he was finished, he kissed Steve's hard shaft and then he moved away. Steve sat down beside me, 'Damn! Let's get out of here before I do something nuts like sucking a dick.' I touched the head of my other new friend who was still gobbling my cock. He looked up and smiled as he took me out of his mouth. He licked the underbelly of my shaft a couple of times before he disappeared into the billowing steam. 'This place is crazy, Clint. Did you know it was like this?' 'No, I didn't have a clue. Let's hit the showers.' We found a couple of towels, wrapped them around our waists and left the steam room. After cooling down in the showers we dressed in our workout clothes and headed back up to our rooms. 'Would you like a night cap, Clint?' 'That'd be good.' 'I've got some chilled brews.' As soon as we were in Steve's room, he opened the mini refrigerator and got two bottles out of it. He levered the caps off and handed one to me. 'Thanks. This hits the spot.' I pulled the desk chair out and sat down. 'Especially after the steam and the heat.' Steve grinned, 'That steam room was something else.' 'You want to go again?' 'Yeah, but not tonight.' 'I didn't mean the steam room.' I looked at him, 'I meant would you like another blowjob.' 'Er, I, uh, I. . .' 'I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to finish you myself.' 'Uh, finish me? Uh, oh yeah, finish me.' 'Come here.' Steve stepped closer. I put my bottle on the desk and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees. His cock was nestled in his damp, curly pubic hair. I looked up at him, 'This won't hurt at all.' 'I know,' Steve grinned. He pulled his t-shirt over his head. I sucked all of his soft dick into my mouth. It had been a long time since I had sucked another man into an erection. Once Steve's cock was fully erect, I spent a few minutes just licking it and kissing it. 'You've got a handsome cock. I want to you to feed it to me.' 'Feed it to you?' 'Get the rest of your clothes off. I'll show you.' After I stripped, I piled all the pillows I could find against the head board of the bed. 'I'll lie down there. You stand and straddle me and feed your cock into my mouth.' 'I'll try,' Steve grinned. 'You'll like it. You control how much meat I get to eat. And you can move pretty freely.' 'As long as I don't lose my balance.' I got on the bed and got into a comfortable semi-reclining position. Steve climbed and stood on the bed. 'Use the wall to brace yourself.' We both adjusted our positions until Steve's cock was level with my head. 'Feed me all that you have.' I tipped my head back a little and opened my mouth. Steve guided his cock as he pushed it deep into my mouth. I closed my lips around his smooth shaft and settled back to enjoy what I hoped would be a long face fuck. Steve made slight adjusts to his position, then he settled down to a steady rhythm as he stroked his cock in and out of my mouth. I worked my tongue to give maximum pleasure to his cockhead. And I worked my lips around his shaft. I gripped and sometimes stroked my own hard cock. Steve was slowing down a little and my neck and jaw were beginning to ache a little, but I felt his cock get slightly more rigid. He jerked it out of my mouth, gripped it and pumped it. A stream of warm, thick cum splattered on my neck and upper chest. 'Damn! That was something else! Your mouth was so tight that it felt like you were trying to pull my dick off.' 'Maybe I was.' I grinned, 'It's been a long time since I've had a pearl necklace.' 'A pearl necklace?' 'Yeah,' I indicated the cum which was running down my neck and chest. 'Come closer.' He moved closer and I gripped his semi stiff cock. I squeezed and worked it until there was a drop of cum at the tip. 'Tasty.' I licked the drop off Steve's cockhead. He groaned softly as I sucked him into my mouth again. When I was satisfied that his cock was clean and empty, I released him. Steve got off the bed and picked up his beer, 'Where'd you learn to suck cock like that?' 'It's a long story. I'll tell it some time.' I went into the bathroom and used some toilet tissue to wipe off my neck and chest. We finished our beers as I got dressed. Steve didn't seemed concerned to remain nude. 'Well, we better call it a night. Tomorrow's going to be a long day. Thanks for the beer.' 'You're welcome. Steve grinned, 'And thanks for the blowjob. It was great. I enjoyed it.' 'You're welcome too. 'Glad you liked it. I did too.' Back in my room, I undressed again. I didn't brush my teeth or wash. I wanted to savor the taste of cock and the smell of cum. I fell asleep wondering if I could get Steve into a sixty-nine before we checked out of the hotel on Tuesday morning.