1 comments/ 41569 views/ 4 favorites Heating Up Ch. 01 By: stepoooo0000 Chapter 01: The First Visit Jake had just moved house and he was exhausted but excited. It was a great new development. Not the most interesting town, maybe: a mid-sized, suburban sprawl whose only talking point was the vast corporate development where Jake's company had recently relocated their HR department along with Jake's job. But the residential community that Jake had moved into was another matter. Having come from the city, the small downtown apartment he had sold had given him the buying power to purchase a luxurious, two bedroom townhouse in a gated community, with tennis courts, a swimming pool, and a large gym with an attached steam room and sauna. Sauna. Now that was an idea, thought Jake, as he sipped a cup of coffee amongst the stacked boxes and general carnage that was his embryonic unpacking job. He looked around. Shorts, a T-shirt. Shit, where the hell are my workout clothes? He began scanning, opening every third or fourth box to see if it contained what he wanted. Nothing. Towels, yes, but no shorts. Ah well, he would have to go without. Walking down to the main community building with his rolled up towel in hand he surveyed the property for the first time since his initial visit. He had been given the grand tour by the estate agent but now he could take his time. He found the swimming pool first. Nice, large, and pretty much deserted, a couple of people milling around. He looked forward to laps in the pool another time, but for now, with no shorts to speak of it was going to be sauna and steam room only. Stepping into the main building he found the men's locker room. It was a large L shaped room, sinks and toilets as you first walked in, and then around the corner were lockers. On the right side of the lockers was the door to the showers, an open space with six shower heads, two on the far wall and two along each side, with some hooks just inside for the towels. Passed the lockers and the showers was a door with a sign above it saying "Sauna & Steam Room". Jake smiled. The place was deserted. Finding a locker Jake began stripping off. First his t-shirt and his shoes, then his pants. As he was folding his pants a man came in from the sauna, dripping sweat. He was in his fifties or sixties, good looking, slightly overweight and balding, but in good physical shape, the only sign of his age his rugged face and a slight belly. They exchanged brief smiles and the man went to a locker a few down from Jake's. He removed his towel, revealing a pair of speedos. Not Jake style, and not something an aging man should be wearing, but then Jake was about to go naked so what the hell. The man seemed to linger a second and Jake realized he was also just standing there so without further ado he stripped off his socks and then pulled down his underwear and stuffed them in his locker, retrieving the towel he had managed to find in the craziness that was his apartment. As Jake went to close his locker the older man slid off his speedos, and his penis popped out, clearly slightly erect. Jake's eyes veered to it. It wasn't long, maybe five inches, the man was hairy, but his cock was clearly protruding from under his pot belly, not fully hard, but hanging free of his balls. Jake had dabbled with guys a couple of times at urinals at highway rest-stops, mostly handjobs, and a couple of times he had even emptied a load of his cum into a willing strangers' mouth before heading back to his car and departing in a hurry. Without thought his own member began to respond and Jake, unsure of whether this man was actually getting hard or just having a residual erection from the sauna, opted for wrapping his towel around himself and heading toward the sauna door, lingering perhaps a second longer than necessary to glance at the man's cock and ass. Opening the door he found a corridor that led straight ahead. Along it were two doors, evenly spaced apart, and then another door at the far end with what looked like a women's room sign on it. Glancing back at the door he had just come through he saw it had a men's locker room sign on it and he realized with chagrin that these were a unisex sauna and steam room, accessible from both male and female locker rooms. Shit. He couldn't really turn back, what with the guy in there, as then he would look like an idiot, but then he couldn't just walk in on some woman or a family in the sauna and strip either. He decided to investigate, see if anyone else was naked, in the scandanavian style. Approaching the first door he saw from its wooden construction and small window that it was the sauna. It was empty and dark, but flicking on the light he saw he would have no privacy if someone came along so he headed for the steam room. A metal door with a large glass pane was very misty, completely obscuring the room beyond. He opened the door and stepped in. The room was a large rectangle stretching away to his left. He was standing in one corner, with benches stretching off on both sides in the fog. He could not see the far wall but he thought he was alone. If so he could go to the far side of the room and it would not matter if he was naked or not, no-one would be able to tell. Stepping along one wall he got to the far end and sat down. He waited a minute and then, feeling his towel soaking through underneath him he stood and pulled it off, enjoying the exhibitionist rush of being naked in a unisex area. He sat a while, his hand veering to his cock while he enjoyed the steam. After a few minutes he heard the door open and that slight wash of cooler air circulate the room. He could make out a beige-pink figure through the mist and he pulled his towel over himself. The figure moved closer and then stopped, sensing Jake's presence, and moved to sit on the wall to Jake's left, just out of focus. Jake wondered if it was the man from the locker room, his shape looked similar. The figure seemed to shift slightly closer even as the steam jetted afresh, scalding their noses with invigorating heat. Jake was sure the figure was turned toward him, and then he saw that the figure appeared to be bare. If it was the man from the locker room he was not wearing his speedos any longer. Jake slid his towel from his lap. His cock was hard from the rush of the situation, sticking up from his thick pubes seven inches long, straight and hard. The man slid closer, and Jake could make out the man's hand was in his lap. It was moving, stroking a hard cock that Jake could just now make out. Jake leant back, sliding his butt forward to show off his prominent cock. The man slid closer still, and then seeing for sure that that Jake was hard, his hand came forward and wrapped around Jake's cock. Jake moaned. It felt good. The hand stroked a few times, then the man's head dipped forward and for the first time Jake saw for sure that it was the man from the locker room as that man wrapped his lips around Jake's cock and gave it a hearty, lustful suck. Jake caressed the man's head. "Oh, yes, suck my fucking cock." Jake whispered as he savored the warm wetness on his cock. Suddenly, the man stood and walked toward the exit, leaving his towel behind. Jake was a little dazed, more so when a moment later the light went off. He heard the man return. He could see nothing, only the hazy bright outline of the door amongst the black smog. A silhouette resolved itself in front of Jake. The man loomed large. Instinctively Jake reached out and felt the man approach in the dark, his hairy, sweaty body firm and muscular, despite his paunch. Feeling the stranger's hips as the man approached he moved his hands and found the man's cock, rock hard and pointing straight at Jake's face and in the heat of the moment he leant forward to meet the man's approach and took his meaty, succulent cock in his mouth. The taste was hot and manly, but it was irrelevant. Jake was lost in the sheer fucking joy of this man's cock in his mouth, the man was not large, five, maybe six inches, not thick, but like Jake he was hard as a rock, and his cockhead was nice and fat, softer compared to the shaft. Nice to suck on. A salty warm taste came to Jake which he recognized as pre-cum, and he was surprised at how much he enjoyed it. The man was humping his face now, not throat fucking him but humping the head of his cock into Jake's mouth. Jake grasped the base of the man's cock with his left hand, but Jake's right hand strayed around the man's grinding hips, then to his ass. He groped the man's ass and then felt the stranger bend forward. Without thought Jake drove his fingers between the man's cheeks and found his asshole, probing it. Still the man slid his cock in and out of Jake's mouth as Jake began to finger the man's tight ass. The hot dark sweatiness of it, his mouth full of cock, his fingers clenched tight by the man's tight fucking asshole was heady. The man broke off, Jake's fingers still in his ass, and said, "Wow, that is fabulous. I don't want to cum yet." And with that he reached down in the darkness and grabbed Jake's cock again. Jake wanted to stand and be sucked off but the man was over him, almost overpowering, so he continued to milk the man's firm cock and finger him, strangely hoping the man would jet his cum all over him. But the man was leaning forward now his head on Jake's shoulder , groping Jake's cock with both hands even as his own was being stroked, and rubbing Jake's sweat and pre-cum over the head of Jake's cock. "Your cock is beautiful." Said the man, gruffly, into Jake's ear. "Thanks, I fucking love your cock too." Replied Jake, genuine in his praise of the man's lovely dick, and with that the man began to reposition himself. Placing a foot on the bench to Jake's left the man started to lower his body to meet Jake's. Jesus, thought Jake, he means to impale himself on me. Without thought he angled his body to allow the man to mount him, and soon he felt the head of his cock connect with the man's anus as the older man directed it home with his left hand, steadying himself on Jake's shoulder with his right. His asshole was tight, but had been opened by Jake's fingers, and it was wet with sweat and the pre-cum from the tip of Jake's cock. Jake was overwhelmed with the powerful man's body over him as the man pushed down, pressure building on Jake's dick until it started to part that tight, tight asshole and push inward. "Oh my god." Said Jake as the sphincter enveloped him. In a moment the thickness of his cockhead was inside and now the man's tightness was working its way down Jake's shaft, so snug, so firm in its grip on his cock. The man grunted gutturally as he took it, and as he finally took the whole of Jake's fat cock in him he breathed, "Fuck me that is good." Jake's body began to grind of its own accord, writhing under the man's weight to push his dick deeper into the man's ass, wanting to pump its seed into him whether Jake consciously wanted to our not. The heat, the man's hard dick against Jake's stomach, his firm cheeks on Jake's thighs and his hot, hairy asshole utterly consuming Jake's prick. "I'm going to fucking cum in you." said Jake almost venomously and the man was lost in it too. The sensation of Jake's dick pushing on his prostate was too much for him. He was not fucking Jake so much as mounting him and feeling the fullness, and he began to jerk his cock in earnest even as Jake tried to fuck up into him under his weight. It did not take long. "Fuck yeah" the man grunted and then Jake felt the man's hot cum landing on his face and chest. The man's other hand went behind Jake's head and he lifted himself and Jake found his mouth being pushed onto the man's squirting cock. There was not much cum left but some still seeped into Jake's mouth and onto his tongue even as Jake tried to keep fucking the man, his own orgasm close, not caring that the man was covering Jake in his cum and fucking his face with his wet, salty, sweaty dick. With a suddenness that was breathtaking the light came on in the steam room! The two men reacted instantly in the brightness, the fog hiding them, but still not wanting to be found in this position. The man pulled himself off Jake with an audible pop and sat down where his towel still lay, covering himself with it. Jake was stunned and waited to see who had switched on the light. A figure appeared in the fog. Jake was completely naked, cum thick on his face and torso, his dick hot and slick from the man's ass. He was in heat, but a part of him was amazed at what he had just done. Would the new person know? What would they think when they realized the room was occupied even though it had been dark? "Hello." The voice came from the man, the man who had just had Jake's cock in him and shot his load all over Jake's face. "Oh, hello." Said another voice, a woman, older, perhaps, it was hard to tell, though, as she moved hesitantly into the steam it was becoming clear she was chubby, verging on fat. "Where was the light switch? We couldn't find it." Said the man, by way of explaining the darkness. In truth, Jake had not seen it as he entered the room, maybe the man's bluff would cover them. "Oh, it's on the same panel as the sauna controls." Said the woman pleasantly, relieved perhaps at this explanation for why the men had been in the dark. "I have told them that they should mark it. It's the one on the left, so you know for next time." As the man said thanks she stepped even closer. Close enough that Jake could make out her figure, and she could therefore see his. He had not wanted to put his towel on himself as it would get covered in the other man's cum and he needed it to dry off after his shower, but he realized keeping it cum free was not an option if he wanted to avoid an incident and he covered himself. The woman seemed to stop at his movement, perhaps seeing that Jake had moved his towel and wondering if the hazy outline she had just seen had been the darkness of his naked pubic area, and not a speedo as she had assumed. She did not seem deterred, however, and a moment later she sat down on the bench beside Jake and sighed heavily. He glanced her way. She was only about thirty centimeters from him, and she was not looking at him so he surveyed her. She was wearing a dark one piece bathing suit. It was hard to make out her features in detail but she appeared to be in her forties, maybe fifties. Dark hair, short, her beasts were small but high, her frame once athletic, perhaps, and now nice for her age, if a little squat. They sat there in silence for about a minute, Jake keenly aware of his nudity and the cum still wet from the stranger's cock to his left, hoping, not unreasonably, that it would be visible through the thick air, or distinguishable from his own sweat even if it was. Without warning the man stood. "Have a nice afternoon." Said the woman as the man left. "Thanks, you too." He replied as he opened the door and stepped out. Jake debated whether to follow him, but a perhaps paranoid voice in him said he should not give the woman any reason to think that he and the man were together. With the man gone Jake and the woman were almost awkwardly close in the empty steam room, though she did not move, and neither did Jake. As the minutes passed he began to consider her again and when he glanced in her direction he saw her head was angled slightly toward him, was she looking at his legs? Higher even? It was hard to tell. He sat there, aware of her gaze and began to savor his nudity under his towel, the passion of his frantic fuck a moment before coming back to him. He was still hot, and had a powerful pent up pressure in his cock still unreleased, and his cock started to swell again. He did not cover it with his hand, the mist was thick enough that even if she was staring at it the most she could see was a slight change, a hint that maybe he was getting erect under his towel. As his cock hardened he turned his head toward her. He leant back, turned on by her proximity and the knowledge that she could not see for sure if he was hard. But if she was curious she would certainly have reason to believe he might be. "Whew . . . it is really hot, huh?" she said, somewhat inanely. "Yeah, I love it. Great for the skin." Said Jake, absentmindedly, his eyes on her profile. "Yes," she replied, seemingly about to say more, then stopped. After a moment she went on, "umm, are you wearing a swim suit?" Jake was shocked by the question, "Err, well, no, actually, I didn't know these were coed, so to speak. Luckily I have my towel, though." She laughed at this, "Oh, don't worry about it. They say it is better to be naked anyway . . . for the skin." "Yes," said Jake, curious where this was going, "in Europe they always go naked. You wouldn't dream of having clothes on in a sauna in, say, Sweden, or Germany." "Yes, yes, I was in Germany once, and went to the hotel steam room and there were several men in there naked." She paused again, then continued, "I didn't have the courage to join them though. But I always wondered if it felt better like that." "Well," said Jake, "I can tell you it does." They both laughed, hers somewhat nervous. Then she went on, "When I was in Germany, they . . . the men that is . . . weren't using towels. They just left them outside." "Yes, I would have done the same," replied Jake, "but I didn't want to risk offending someone." "Oh no," she nearly leapt on the statement, "you wouldn't offend me at all." There was a pause. Was that a suggestion? He waited. "Are you sure it wouldn't offend you?" Jake asked, as nonchalantly as possible. He was genuine in his desire not to offend her but also desperately aroused by the whole situation. "Oh yes." She said, also perhaps sounding like she was trying to be nonchalant, "it really wouldn't be a problem for me." Jake couldn't resist, "OK then, if you're sure." He said, and then he pulled back his towel. He was hard and it sprang up. It was still very misty, but it would have been hard to miss his prominent cock. She pretended not to notice but he could see her whole body had frozen. Her head was slightly turned toward him, and he assumed she was probably looking at his cock out of the corner of her eye. "ahhh," he let out a long sigh, "so much nicer." "Yes," she said. She turned to him, obviously staring. Then leant in closer, still clearly staring at his cock, close enough that there was no doubt she could see exactly how hard he was. Jake wondered what she was going to do, then she said, "You are a fucking pervert, aren't you." She wasn't rude about it, almost matter of fact, but Jake was stunned nonetheless. He said nothing. His hard dick, fresh from a man's ass only five minutes ago, was twitching under her intense gaze. She eventually answered for him, still not rudely, but her fascinated tone showed the direction of the darker of her own fantasies, "Bet you want to stroke it, don't you? Bet you want to stroke it and shoot it right here, don't you?" Her voice was almost hoarse now. Her gaze moved to his face. He saw what her voice said, she was not offended, very curious, clearly fighting her own primal urges, "Go on then, pervert." And he did. Right there, with her face not two feet from him. His hand wrapped around his cock and he started to stroke it. It was impossibly erotic. She was so close. He wanted to touch her, and yet he didn't. A part of his brain registered that he was stroking his cock fresh from a stranger's ass, in front of another, clothed stranger, and the alarm bells joined the chorus of pleasure coming from his hand and her eyes on him. "Fuck yes!" he growled and his hips involuntarily lifted from the bench, his whole body tense, his cock gravitating in the woman's direction. It was too much stimulation, too intense, the heat amplifying the whole sordid tale like a trumpet blast and in less than a minute his orgasm was surging up, up, and out, firing out in thick gobs over her chest and leg. She was transfixed. Her gaze absolute, and as his orgasm subsided she slowly bent forward, his hand gently stroking the last of his cum out of his cock as she got ever closer, drawn by the slow, calm, pumping of his last drops of cum from his thick cock head. Heating Up Ch. 01 He wanted her to taste it. He wanted so badly to thrust it up into her mouth, to put his hand on the back of her head and push his cock to the back of her throat. But his urge was dying now in the post ejaculatory ebb, and instead the two of them just sat there, her face not a foot from his wet cock, his hand still milking it. "Umm, thank you." Jake said, hesitantly. She sat back, then stood and turned to him. "You are a sick little fucking pervert . . . who likes to expose himself." She was matter of fact again. She paused, she was clearly saying this as much for his edification as hers, trying to strike a tone, put him in his place, and establish her power over him even as she struggled with her own urges born of years of bland marital fucking and compounded by repeated erotic near misses in this very steam room. She had always wondered if some of the men jerked off in here, if they sometimes even fucked in here. Sometimes she had imagined it was cum she was sitting in on the wet benches, and no doubt sometimes it had been, at least in part. But now she had seen it. Seen a young man fire his cum in here. It was on her. She had his cum on her swimsuit and her right leg, and she was in five kinds of heat thinking about it. She didn't know what she wanted. One voice inside her told her to leave, another to scream, another clamored for her to touch the hard cock in front of her, and when she listened to that voice it quickly asked for more, suck it, sit on it, lick his balls, suck his face, finger his ass, piss on him, and she had to cut the voice off as she began to scare herself. If she was honest she wasn't ready to do anything herself, psychologically she just wasn't prepared. A part of her wanted the man to rape her so she could enjoy it without guilt of complicity, but that voice was quietest of all, because of what that implied if it actually happened. So she stood there and calmly insulted him and then turned to leave. Before she reached the door she stopped and, without turning, she spoke again, her voice quiet but clear through the mist. "I come here a lot, usually later than this. The gym closes at ten but they don't check the locker rooms, if there is anyone left when they lock the front doors then they can just exit through the fire escape on the side. If you must jerk off and shoot your seed all over this shared steam room I suggest you do it then." And with that, she left, leaving Jake stunned, alone, and thoroughly overheated from too long under the jets. Heating Up Ch. 02 This story has bisexual experiences taken from various points in my life, and some imagined, all focused on a shared community sauna and steam room in a residential development gym. All parties in this story are 18 years or older. --- It was a couple of days before Jake returned to the gym. He had rarely stopped thinking about it but his encounter with the voyeuristic woman had been as profoundly disquieting as it had been arousing, and he naturally just took some time before exposing himself, literally and emotionally, again. Out running in his shorts and a tight sleeveless tee Jake came down the central avenue of the gated community and approached the gym. It was fairly late in the evening as he often ran when he got back from work, but the lights were still on in the gym and around the pool and Jake decided to stop in, maybe lift some light weights to work his shoulders and maybe hit the steam room for a bit, as if he could resist the temptation. In his mind the woman was in the steam room when he got there. In his mind he alternately stood over her and masturbated on her, or made her suck him, or fucked her, though a part of him was unable to suspend his disbelief enough to visualize that she would do that and he usually stuck with cumming on her face or in her mouth in his fantasies. He had hardly stretched his arms at the weight stand when he was drawn to walk into the locker room, which was empty, and then through to the steam room, which was, sadly, also deserted, the steam almost dissipated from the hour or so since it was last in use. Almost half-heartedly Jake switched on the jets and stepped in, lowered his shorts, and standing over where the woman had sat he wanked his hard cock until he spunked over where her large but fabulous looking ass had been not two days before. *** It was another week before Jake had another encounter in the gym. He visited most nights after his run but the gym was either empty or no-one was in the locker rooms, or at least not in them long enough for anything to happen, were they even interested in such things. On this particular night Jake ran as he normally did and finished up with some light weights, but as he was wrapping up his reps he saw the man from last week come in. They smiled at each other, not a knowing smile but a hey-how-you-been smile, nothing gay or anything, Jake thought, the irony not lost on him. The man busied himself at a machine but Jake was horny and just to see if the man would follow he walked into the men's locker room. Sure enough, as Jake stood at the urinal he heard the door open behind him and the man walked to a locker and began stripping. Jake walked over to a nearby bench and, though he had nothing to change into, began to strip as well. They studied each other as they stripped naked, both enjoying the moment when their already hard cocks sprang from their shorts and momentarily they were facing each other, hard cocks ready for some socially unacceptable fun, and the man motioned to the showers, grabbing a towel from his locker. Jake, towel free, grabbed his shorts just in case and followed. The showers were a big square space with three shower heads on each wall. There was a small area to hang your towel in before stepping into the room, and the corners on either side of the door were hidden from view by anyone outside, but anyone in the showers would be able to see anything that was happening in there, which was, of course, what gave communal showers the potential for so much fun. Jake's initial concern was allayed by the fact the floors were dry, indicating that the room was rarely used by the residents of the community, not surprising given that you could just head home and shower there if you didn't want to look at a cock or two while you did it. The man did not switch on a shower head and when Jake went to switch his own the other man said, "leave them off, that way we can hear if someone comes into the locker room." Made sense. And with that the man took hold of Jake's cock, bent over and began to suck. Ahhhh. Just what the doctor ordered, though Jake as he leant back against the wall. The sucking was good, but this time the man altered his style a bit from their first encounter in the steam room and actively groped Jake's ass as he sucked, his spare hand working between the cheeks as he took Jake's cock into his mouth. Jake was sweaty from a hard workout, a fact which the man did not seem to mind in the least, and just as Jake had gotten used to the finger being pushed into his ass the man stopped sucking and moved to position Jake facing away from him. Jake was a touch alarmed by this as he was not a fan of being buggered but the man was kneeling and seemed unobtrusive. With strong arms Jake felt his hips drawn sharply backward to the man's face and in a moment the man's tongue was thrust between Jake's cheeks with a resounding growl from the man and Jake felt his asshole being deeply rimmed and probed by a firm, hard tongue. The man was enthusiastic, to say the least, and that enthusiasm spread as fast as Jake's cheeks. Jake was enjoying this, and it was making him want something he didn't normally want. Bending over and resting his hands on his knees to give the man full access he looked down, between his legs, at the man's hard cock. It still looked as good as it had before. Clean, hard, with that head which was fully engorged but, Jake knew, soft to the touch. It looked, quite literally, good enough to eat. The man paused for a moment, pulled his head back and licked his hand before returning his face to Jake's ass as his now wet hand went to his cock. Jake watched, expecting the man start wanking hard but instead the man just rubbed the spit on the head of his cock, lubricating it as his tongue worked hard and deep in Jake's ass and Jake knew what the man intended to do. Jake's apprehension began to increase even as his body called out for the man to enter him and when, a moment later, the man stood up and began to position himself behind him, Jake was torn as to what to do. He felt the man's one hand on his hip, felt the head of the man's cock as a soft bulb against his asshole. Felt the wetness of the man's saliva on his ass and the cock at its entrance and curiousity got the better of him, the man's gentle push was met by an equal push back by Jake and the cock began to stretch Jake's ass. It was a thick, intrusive force, suddenly feeling like an iron bar pushing into Jake's ass. The man pushed harder and with a sudden give the head popped inside and Jake felt like his ass was being torn open. Two hands now on Jake's ass, holding him steady, not to stop him from getting away but to allow him to get used the man's dick in his ass. The pain subsided. A thrust, and the man was almost all the way in Jake, up Jake's ass, where Jake wanted the man to pump his cum . . . and the locker room door opened. Shit. They came surging back to reality. With a tug the man pulled his cock out and the feeling was like a shit being wrenched from Jake's ass, discomfort was an understatement. The shower across the way was on. The man had moved to it and turned the handle in a flash. Jake followed suit and suddenly they were just two men showering, though one of them was rock hard . . . and his cock had just been in the ass of the other. If they were curious about who had come into the locker room the question was soon answered when a head popped into the shower room, glanced at the two men for less than a second and then disappeared. A teenager, perhaps, around eighteen, that was for sure, but still scrawny, still filling out. Maybe he was looking for someone. Jake waited, and the man across the way began to stroke himself, leaning forward to see if he could see when the boy left so he could get back to their fun. But the boy did not leave. He loitered. A few minutes passed and the man was losing his patience. Stepping across the way quickly so he was once again next to Jake he stood so his cock was pointing at Jake and his head was tipped to the side so he could see if the boy came back toward the showers and he began wanking furiously. Jake stood there, at first trepidatious, then entertained, then aroused, and finally cavalier and knelt in front of the man who glanced down and smiled as he felt Jake's mouth on his cock. A few hard sucks and the man's hand was behind Jake's head, semi-fucking Jake's mouth before he released his grip for a second to allow Jake to pull back if he wanted as the man started cumming copiously. Jake took a few spurts in his mouth for fun then let it spray on his face and chest, his own cock hard now as well. Amid the sound of the showers they both chuckled as the man squeezed the last of the cum out of his cock then grabbed his towel and left. Jake stood and started showering off the cum until he heard the man leave, then saw the boy go too, and finally stroked himself to orgasm on the shower walls with the slight taste of his buddy's cum still in his mouth. - - - The next day was a Saturday, and Jake was up and out in the late morning, heading to the grocery store. His shopping done some hour later and was intrigued to see the boy from the day before stepping out of his car and heading toward the gym, glancing this way and that as he went. Interesting. Looking at the car he saw a college sticker and took this as evidence that the boy was at least 18, giving Jake the impetus to go see why the boy kept going to the gym only to hang out in the locker room while men showered next door. Parking at home he quickly dropped his groceries in his apartment and headed off at a run back to the gym, his everyday sneakers not quite what he would choose for a proper run, but good enough in a pinch. Stepping into the gym he saw it was deserted, the residents opting for the pool instead on this nice day, and, to Jake's interest, the boy was nowhere to be seen either. Choosing not to announce himself, Jake pushed on the door of the locker room slowly, stepping into the tiled room without the usual creak and thud of the door opening and closing. No sound. Where was he? No, there was a sound. It was almost imperceptible, but a slight clicking could be heard. Only slight, it came and went, but then a moan, quiet but unmistakable, emanated from one of the toilet stalls. Jake crept ever closer. The boy, Jake assumed, was having a good wank in the toilets, no doubt escaping his parents' house for a while for some privacy. It was very erotic, and Jake wanted to stay and listen, but he also wanted to join in, and so he crept back to the door and, with aplomb this time, swung it open loudly and stepped boldly toward the toilets, the clicking sound now gone as the boy was alerted to Jake's presence. Pretending not to notice the closed stall, Jake walked up to the urinals across from them and pulled his shorts down. That would give the boy a view of his ass through the gap. With feigned ignorance of the boy behind him, Jake then began to loudly and aggressively jerk off, enjoying the fact that the boy was behind him, watching him wank. It was wonderful. The wank was not too long lasted. He wanted more. He wanted the boy. And so Jake faked an elaborate orgasm into the urinal, his back to the boy, grunting and heaving as though he was pumping his load into the toilet, as though he was alone. That done, Jake did not pull up his shorts, but pulled them down and off, still standing in front of the toilet, and then pulled off his shirt, and then turned so that the boy could see his still hard cock in profile before Jake walked off as if all of this was natural. Once out of view of the toilet stall Jake quickly stripped off his shoes and socks, threw them in a locker with his shirt and headed for the showers, leaving his shorts on a hook before heading to rinse off. A minute passed, more, and Jake was starting to think that he had gone too far, that the next person he would meet would be a policeman asking him about his behavior in the community bathrooms when he felt a presence behind him and heard someone entering the showers. He turned his head slightly and saw the boy again, naked now but with his back to Jake. With equal parts relief and excitement Jake breathed deep. The boy seemed nervous. He was slight, not very attractive and no doubt a virgin of the never-been-kissed variety. The boy was fiddling with the temperature of the shower and Jake's cock lazily stirred, not shouting but clearly aware that something might be on the horizon. The boy glanced back furtively every now and then, as if to see if anyone was there. He was clearly self-conscious, but had also clearly chosen to shower here rather than wherever he lived, and Jake had to believe the boy had followed him deliberately after his display at the urinals. Eventually the boy started tentatively soaping himself from one of the dispensers that lined the walls and Jake decided to do the same. Lathering himself liberally Jake got to his cock and started rubbing the lather all over it, but didn't rub too hard, he didn't need this boy running out and saying there was a man wanking in the showers. But the boy didn't seem to mind as he also started soaping his cock, not ostentatiously, like Jake did, but in small, surreptitious strokes with his shoulders arched inwards, like he could envelope his own dick if he folded his body in half lengthways. And he glanced at Jake frequently. As Jake's cock had shown too ably in the steam room the week before it liked to be looked at, and soon Jake was hard again, prominently standing out in front of him. The voice was a surprise: "Umm, were you, errr, you know, touching that a second ago in the toilets?" said the young man, still not able to hold eye contact. Jake responded in deed as well as word, his hand starting to wank his cock more earnestly as he replied, "Yeah, I may have been stroking it." Jake paused, and then went on, "were you stroking your cock in the stall behind me?" The boy froze, and Jake worried that being discovered would un-nerve the boy. Gently he said, "don't worry, nothing wrong with jerking off in the toilet, especially if you can't get any privacy at home." the boy smiled, disarmingly, and Jake continued, "you at school near here?" "umm, yeah," said the boy, still shy, but starting to come out of it, "at the university." he confirmed, referring to the college campus just outside town. Jesus, at university and still living at home, no wonder the boy was starving for a place to have a wank. The boy was more openly starting to stroke his cock now. It wasn't big but it was very hard indeed, long and thin with a thick head to it, and heavy, clearly full balls hanging under it. Jake knew the boy was curious, just as a younger Jake had once been at a urinal with an older man, and so Jake took the lead. Stepping over to the boy Jake sauntered with cock in hand till he was within reach and then he stopped, not wanting to scare the boy. The boy glanced furtively at the door to the showers and then back to Jake and his big, hard cock, and then he surprised Jake, when, just as Jake was about to reach out for the boy's cock the boy reached out and wrapped his head around Jake's. Something about the boy's touch was electric. The boy was so fascinated, so adoring, and Jake just stood there, like a god offering his bounty to the masses, as the boy first massaged, then stroked his cock. With a hesitant bow the boy dipped his head toward Jake's cock and Jake encouraged him, "go on, it's ok, taste it." And the boy did. First shyly, then with bold abandon, like a starving man, as though Jake's cock tasted like nirvana the boy licked and sucked, grunting and moaning as he did so. He wanted it, and being the boy's first cock was a tangible thrill. What an honor, to be the cock that this boy would remember for the rest of his life. Jake wanted to make sure it was special, to let the boy know that this was not some great sin. That while it must, necessarily, remain a secret it should not be a source of shame or guilt, and most of all Jake wanted to make sure they were not disturbed. Taking the boy by the arm he pulled him gently up, and seeing the look of concern that suddenly sprang to the boy's face Jake said, "That feels wonderful," with an affectionate smile, "let's go to the steam room and we can explore some more." The boy was eager beyond words, the underlying voice in him that might have been hesitant was drowned by the roar of his surging hormones. The boy knew he was, for the first time in his life, going to be with a willing, even knowledgeable sexual partner, and he knew that he was, almost certainly, going to cum from the ministrations of someone other than himself, and it was the answer to a craving that had consumed him, like it does all boys, since the first surge of puberty some seven or eight years ago. Seven years of desire, and fantasies, and unwilling girlfriends, and furtive glances, and inexperienced hands, and pornography, and more pornography, and so much more pornography. And now this man was here. This seemingly huge, hard cock was here, this man's firm hands and this man's experienced, maybe, hopefully experienced mouth, would be on his cock. Would he be sucked? Would he get to fuck? All hope. No doubts. No, there were no doubts in the boy's face as he turned and followed Jake out of the showers, hard cocks bouncing in front of them as they grabbed their shorts (no towels here) and headed to the steam room. The room was cold and dark, as was the sauna next to it, but after the jets warmed up it would soon fill with steam, and in the meantime there was no noise yet to hide anyone entering the hall that separated the men's and women's locker rooms, giving them good reason to believe they would have ample warning before being disturbed. Jake sat the boy on the bench and smiled down at him, then stepped forward and offered his cock to the boy again. This time the boy took his time. There was a large cock in front of the boy's face and he took a moment to drink in the sight, stroking it gently and angling it this way and that before grinning up at Jake. Jake smiled and chuckled, feeling a sense of affection for the boy as he wrapped his mind and his hands around Jake's cock, and then of lust as the boy once more started sucking Jake's cock. What the boy lacked in experience he made up for in verve, and it was a fabulous blowjob. After a while the boy took a break and said, breathlessly, and somewhat nervously, like the idea had just come to him, "Are you going to cum?" "Not yet, no, it takes a while from sucking alone." And in the pause that followed before the boy resumed his sucking Jake decided to take it to the next level. "Stand up, and I'll do the same for you." said Jake. The boy stood, astonished that his moment had come, and Jake took the boy's place on the bench and then also took a moment to savor the sight of the hard cock in front of him. Clean, beautiful, unsullied, Jake would be the first person to take this cock into himself. And it was . . . delicious. The boy moaned and tensed the moment Jake's mouth engulfed him and Jake could feel the boy was angling his head so he could see as much of this pivotal moment as possible. Jake enjoyed the audience and went to town sucking and licking and stroking, taking the boy as deep as he could. Jake was no deep-throater but this was a special moment and he strove to take the boy into the back of his throat and was quietly proud of how much of the long, thin, clean straight cock he managed to get in his throat. As the boy's pubes began tickling Jake's nose he was roused from his reverie and realized the boy was reacting exactly as Jake had hoped, maybe more so, and if Jake wasn't careful he was going to get a throatful of teenage cum. Heating Up Ch. 02 Jake wasn't ready. He wanted this to last longer, but perhaps the boy was not the only person that was overexcited by the moment and he hesitated just a moment too long on the boy's cock and was surprised by the copious rush of cum into his mouth. The boy part growled, part grunted, part roared his lust at this magnificent release as his body convulsed and his cock spasmed spunk into the joyous warm wetness that was this older man's mouth. As Jake took the cum in his mouth and it began spilling from between his lips, a part of him said that he would not be enjoying this taste and the gagging flood of jism as much if he wasn't so turned on, but then that was probably true of pretty much all sex. Anyway, he pulled back and responded to the amazed gaze of the boy by brazenly showing the mass of cum in his mouth. With that the boy surprised Jake again by bending down and passionately, kissing and sucking on Jake's mouth and taking the cum which Jake, amused now, pushed into his mouth. Huh. Quite the little slut, aren't we? Thought Jake. Clearly the boy had tasted his own cum before. But then, as a teenager who hadn't tasted their own cum, perhaps not from a stranger's mouth, but still. The boy seemed to remember himself and still hard got on his knees and began sucking Jake again. Jake was very hard, and decided he wanted to give the boy what he clearly thought he wanted. Standing, he took hold of his own cock and began wanking in the boy's face. Hard, pounding wanking. "Oh yes," Jake groaned as the boy kneeled there in anticipation, "oh fuck yes," Jake moaned, "I'm . . . oh . . ." and as Jake felt the surge he gripped the back of the boy's head and said in a barreling bass that filled the room, "taste my fucking load." And the boy did, surprise and lust showing on his face as he drank Jake's cum. Deep breaths, the room spinning slightly and Jake sat down next to the boy, sharing the elation that filled the room. They talked a little after the moment had passed. Jake was conciliatory, the boy was stunned and starting to fight a surge of guilt which Jake helped him navigate and get back to the sense of joy which a teenager should have after his first proper blowjob. Jake could see the boy was getting hard again and realized he didn't have the refresh rate of an eighteen year old and so made his excuses and left, with a promise of more if the opportunity arose, as it were. Elated, and feeling quite full of himself Jake dressed quickly and headed home, thoroughly happy about his new gym and steam room. That afternoon he was not surprised when he became horny again, but though the thought and taste of the boy were both still fresh his mind wandered again to thoughts of the lady in the steam room, and of his frantic masturbation. Her final comment had been cryptic, but more and more he had taken it as an invitation of sorts and Jake resolved to start frequenting the gym at the hour she had suggested in the hopes of meeting her again. The evening came and went, he had no plans and he headed to the gym at the appointed hour. It was vacated, and a stop in the locker room proved fruitless as well. After a wank in the steam room Jake let himself out by the fire exit as the woman had described and headed home. Sunday was much the same, but when Monday rolled around Jake was greeted by a faint sound when he entered the corridor to the steam room. The steam and sauna rooms were quiet and cold, the noise was coming from the ladies locker room at the end of the adjoining wall. He crept toward it. He had every right to be in the corridor up to the entrance to the steam and sauna rooms but past that there was another ten feet before the far door to the women's locker room and he had no reason to be there other than peeping, which was exactly what he wanted to do. So he crept, aware that if the layout of the women's locker room was anything like that of the men's then this door would open right in the middle of the changing area, no corners or second doors like the main entrance to the changing rooms, just right there by benches where people got naked. What a thought! As he got close he could hear the rustling of clothing and the occasional grunt of someone bending over. Not a lot of noise: one, maybe two women at most, and no speaking. When he got to the door he was faced with a dilemma. It was not bolted, just on a self-closing spring hinge so he could, in theory, just push it a little and it would open a crack. Of course, if the occupants of the changing room happened to look in his direction they would see it open and no doubt investigate and he would be in a world of shit. He waited, his heart in his mouth. They might come into the corridor. Then there might be screams, or recriminations, or violence or all of the above. But he could not resist. His common sense was relegated to some far off place and he was alive with lust as he tested the door with his fingertips. Ever so slightly he pushed, just a little, and it gave. At the first movement his heart skipped, as it felt like it was swinging open with wild abandon, but it had only opened an inch or so, and so far Jake could not even see past the frame of the door. He waited. No one came to investigate. He waited a second longer and then he pushed just a little more and then a crack of light appeared as the door cleared the frame and he could see into the women's locker room. Only the slightest crack, barely millimeters, but there it was, and with his face pressed forward, his body lost in the darkness of the corridor behind him, he saw the locker room, and a woman standing, naked except for running shorts and ankle socks, her back to him, some fifteen or so feet away. Good lord that was erotic. His cock was pointing like it was reaching for her and his one eye that could peek through the gap was transfixed. She fiddled with something in her locker then hooked her thumbs under her waistband and off came the shorts in one motion. Jake wanted to rush her and fuck her. He had to consciously tell himself not to barge in there and take her, such was his overwhelming desire. But the show went on, burning itself into his retinas. She was maybe thirty, athletic but not thin; runner's legs, certainly, and a strong back that tapered nicely to her buttocks that looked round, slightly soft from the onset of her thirties but eminently gropeable and lickable. When she bent over to take off her socks her cheeks parted and there was the hint of a peek of a glance of her pink asshole and Jake felt himself gyrate involuntarily, fucking the air in front of him like he was positioned behind her. She straightened then and turned, not quickly, but Jake was so surprised he had to fight the urge to run, to let the door slam as her eyes turned in his direction. Could she see him? He mentally checked himself, it was fairly dark in the corridor, especially compared to the neon lights in the locker room. She looked quizzical, and Jake wondered if she was going to investigate and he was trying to think what do when her gaze, still quizzical, turned to the floor, and Jake realized she was not trying to think whether someone was there at all, she had no reason to believe there was so she wasn't: she was trying to decide whether to go into the sauna. And with that his mind came back to him, and with her eyes no longer on the door, he let the door gently close and ran on tip toes to the steam room and stepped in like he was on the run from the law. The steam jets took a hundred years to come on, and in that time he sat, by the door, anticipating her arrival until he eventually realized he had not even turned on the heat. Minutes must have passed and he was grateful she had not come in and found him sitting in the cold. Slowly he stood and stepped out. He was waiting in the corridor, steam room door still ajar behind him, debating whether to return to the door to the women's locker room when he saw the light on in the sauna. Intrigued again, Jake let the steam room door close quietly and stepped to the small window in the door. What a sight. She was completely naked, clearly confident no-one else was there, and lying on her back, her legs draped open, her body glistening. He stared. His hand moved to his cock and pulled it from his shorts and he began a lazy wank. He watched and wanked and watched and wanked for what seemed like hours but could not have more than a minute, all the while a voice getting louder in his head telling him that this was it. All his visits to the gym had been building to this. All the nights no-one had been here, all the nights he had wanked on his own, even the interludes he had had with the older man and the teenager had been preludes to this magnificent moment, and he had to do something. And so Jake crept back to the locker room, stripped, and then walked, naked as the day he was born, back into the corridor. He carried the towel he had started leaving in a locker and, trusting his tactic from before, allowed the door from the men's locker room to slam so as to prepare the woman for his impending arrival. Then he walked down to the sauna and grasped the door, allowing himself a very quick glance, seeing that she had sat up and pulled her towel around herself, and then stepped in, feigning surprise at her presence. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said politely, averting his eyes in semblance of gentlemanliness as he stepped in and let the door close, "I thought the place was deserted." She was embarrassed. She was in a hot room with strange man, and she was also breaking the rules by being naked, a fact that she felt sure was painfully obvious, even with her towel pulled over her. Damn it, she was sure the place was empty, she had even walked through the corridor and glanced into the men's locker room to confirm it was deserted, an act which had been a real rush given her nudity. And now there was a man taking a seat on the upper bench where her feet had been a moment ago and she had to decide what to do. She needed to say something, it had been a few moments since he had spoken to her and she needed to stop acting like a schoolgirl and speak. God, he had her in a strange spot, and she was floundering, she hadn't felt this awkward in years. "Err, no problem, I, err" she was stammering, fuck, why am I stammering, she thought as she went on, "I thought the place was deserted too . . . obviously." She managed an almost shy smile and a little laugh, or was it a coy smile, no shy, thought Jake, and he reveled in how off guard she was, at the power he had. What should he do now, he thought? She had just basically acknowledged that she was naked when he came in, should he offer for her to remove her towel again, no, that would be too obvious. Be more subtle, try . . . "Hey, it's a sauna, we both came here to relax and be comfortable, and I certainly don't want to make you feel awkward," he said, in a calm voice, and, he noted, in a very pleasant baritone, "if you want me to leave you to it, I can." She seemed even more off-put by this, and blurted, "no, I should leave, you should have the place to yourself." And she went to stand. With more balls than he would have credited himself with, Jake reached out and gently placed his hand on her forearm, looking into her eyes, and again in that calming baritone he hadn't really known he possessed he said, "no, I insist you stay, I would feel terrible if I thought I had scared you off." She froze, transfixed by his stare and his hand gently resting on her arm. Good god she was vulnerable here. Combined with the heat it was all making her giddy and she felt compelled to leave but she was equally compelled to stay by his stare, and the heat, and the rush still fresh from her glance into the men's locker room, and from all this. And so she stayed. Almost frozen, she stayed as he removed his hand, smiled disarmingly, and then sat back. A breath slowly escaped her lips, her tension flowing with it. Now he was facing away from her, his eyes closed, she surveyed him more fully. He was probably sucking in his stomach a little, but irrespective he had a very nice build, he was tall and lean, with muscular legs, just her type, and close to her age, if she guessed correctly. And if she wasn't going crazy she could see no signs of a pair of shorts under his towel. Her initial indignation was quickly quelled by a voice in her head reminding her she had been doing the same thing, that she was still naked except for the towel under across her chest, barely reaching her thighs. Almost without thinking she relaxed a little, the shock of initial discovery passing, and her legs relaxed ever so slightly, her knees relieving the clench that had been held since she had been found, nude, in the shared sauna. And so they both sat there, keenly aware of each other's company, but pretending nonchalance, and quietly sweated. A slow, simmering tension like the heat around them building inside, part adrenalin, part fear, but definitely part sex. After a couple of minutes of this silence Jake started to get antsy. He needed to move this along, he felt he should make some move, not make a pass at her, no, definitely not that, that would be a huge mistake. But they were both naked under their towels and he knew she enjoyed being naked in the sauna, in fact he had seen her positively splay herself before she knew he was there. The thought of it caused a stir in his cock and a quick rush of fear of whether it would spring to life before the moment was right, but it stayed relatively quiet and Jake's pulse returned to something close to normal. He decided to play it in steps, teasing out the situation. For her part she was fighting a burgeoning urge in her primal side, a call to wildness that had been the cause of her initial decision to come in here in the nude. It was, in fact, born of a serious sexual need in her that was the culmination of a current dry spat in her love life and specific point in her hormonal cycle that always, if she was honest, made her a little nuts. She knew this. In fact she typically avoided going out drinking or on first dates at this particular time as she had a tendency to make poor decisions. Like sitting in a sauna with a naked stranger in a deserted gym in the middle of the night. Like staying her even though she could taste the sexual tension building in the room. She smiled inwardly. Even aware of her vulnerability she still stayed. She sensed a movement and glanced subtly across at him, he had leaned forward, but as he had his towel had shifted so that a gap had formed along his left thigh, facing her. Deliberate? If it was then it meant he was exposing a little of himself to her and that turned her on, if it was accidental then it meant she was getting an illicit glance and that, well, turned her on. Oh dear, she thought: the chopped logic of the dangerously horny. She sat there, not reacting to the first confirmed evidence of his nudity. Thoughts of letting her towel drop crossed her mind but she refrained. It was a battle her conscious mind had to fight to win. After a while he sat back again, and now his towel was lying limply on his lap, a clear outline of his upper thighs showing, and something else starting to show as well. There was a bump there, not a tent, but she could see where the base of his cock started just below the edge of the towel, only an inch out of sight. There was no mistaking it. With her mind distracted her body quietly, gently parted her legs, without her even realizing it, until she glanced down and became peripherally aware that her knees were now about six inches apart. She stared at her knees, as if asking them what they were doing. He could not see anything as he was to her side, but with her towel only coming down to her upper thighs she was exposing her pussy forward and it was sending pulses through her body. While Jake couldn't, indeed, see her pussy, it was quite plain that her legs were now parted and with his memory of her hirsute, spectacular cunt still fresh in his mind from his peeking a few minutes before the thought had a marked effect on him. He could feel it happening. Like seeing a car crash coming, and he slowly leaned forward to try and mask it, but this was promising to be a mountainous erection and he knew that he would not be able to hide it completely, only make sure it stuck out forward under his towel, instead of straight up. Even leaning forward he could feel the head of his cock starting to press up against the towel across his lap and knew that it must, at least in part, be showing. With her eyes half closed, she saw him lean forward, his head angle down, coming to rest on his hands, his elbows on his knees. And then her gaze slid to his legs and she saw what seemed to be a tenting between his thighs. Not high up, but a good few inches down his thighs. Jesus, if that was his penis then not only was he suddenly very hard but he was not a small boy. A vision of his hard cock, imagined, came into her mind and stayed there, like standing in line for an ice-pop on a hot summer's day, an elixir just out of reach. As she now stared openly at his groin she could just make out the head, if that really was what was tenting the towel across his lap. It appeared to be a thick, large round bulb. Her hips involuntarily edged forward, her arms, until now tight at her sides and across her lap to hold the towel over her, parted ever so slightly, and her towel began to slip. She stopped it immediately but it had slipped down an inch or so and now was not tight across her chest but loose. She saw the man squirm a little and glance toward her. The outline of his cock was now clearly visible under the towel and it was clearly hard, long and thick, there was no mistaking it. Her resistance failing in the face of so much stimulation she began to turn, almost surprising herself as she leant her back on the wall to her left and, inexorably slowly, brought her right leg up, resting her foot on the bench between them. It exposed her pussy completely, her legs partly spread, her right knee raised, her pussy was open, its pink lips parted, swollen and moist between her thick black pubes. She let her head lean back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes almost completely, so she could just peak out and watch his reaction. The man did not disappoint. That was not an accident he thought, and though it may have been impetuous, his desire overcame him and he sat back once more, his hard cock rearing up under the towel as he did so. With the additional acreage needed to cover his cock, the towel slid off his left leg completely and now was only covering his right leg and the towering erection sticking up between. It was a pointless covering. Like hiding behind a curtain when your legs can be seen, it was a gesture rather than any real disguise. But he maintained the guise, out of some instinct that he should keep this a secret a moment longer. He was very proud of his cock, it was a little under eight inches, which seemed to Jake to be more than enough, but it was also very straight, pleasantly thick, and, especially on days like this, very hard. Jake sat there a moment and then, his cock still mockingly covered he turned and looked, boldly and directly, at the woman's cunt. She had displayed it for him, she clearly wanted him to look, so he would. He consciously did not letch, or dribble, or lick his lips, or anything worrisome like that, but matter-of-factly stared, as if appreciating fine art. And what fine art it was. So wet, her sweat combining with what must have been a rush of arousal to make her glisten in an almost impossibly inviting way. Good god it was spectacular. Jake carefully chose his next move from a list that his mind was adding to by the second. It formed two sections, the first circumspect and tactful, the second, shouted in virtual caps across his mind, ranging from standing and beginning to wank over her to bull fucking the living shit of her. But she was so close to giving herself to him, so close, and it would absolutely fucking spectacular if she did, a world-record breaking experience of mind-blowing proportions if this happened, and he couldn't risk it, couldn't sully it. So he did something that seemed at once genius and madness. He stood, holding his towel to keep his cock covered, but nothing else, took a step toward the door, turned, and then, facing her, he mustered that baritone voice and all his courage and he waited just a second before saying . . . Heating Up Ch. 02 She saw him stand, opened her eyes without thinking, wondering what he was going to do next, her legs spread for him, looking into his eyes and knowing that her cunt was, quite literally displayed for him to see, and she held her breath, the heat pounding in on her, her cunt hot and wet and inviting him, now he was standing she was literally offering herself to him with her eyes and her body and asking him where are you going, I know you want this, why are you leaving, why won't you expose that cock that I know is hard and just out of sight, just out of reach, and he said . . . "It is getting . . . extremely hot in here . . ." he smiled slightly, but his eyes softened for just an instant and then she saw his lust return. And she smiled to, and then her own lust enveloped her face once more, and god his little smile only made her want him more, and regret it less, and he went on, ". . . I wonder, would you like to join me in the shower?" And his hand came out, an offer, and she stood, her towel falling from her, and took it. Jesus, thought Jake, this is fucking happening. His plan of enticing her to the shower might have been genius, might have been cowardice masking as bravado, but she stood now, naked, holding his hand, grasping it, and he helped her up, and the shower seemed a million miles away as he dropped his own towel and they stepped to each other. The heat became overwhelming now that they were standing and neither of them quite remembered what happened for the next few moments, they lost track of the world when the hot moisture on their lips met and seemed to catch fire. While they wouldn't regret not knowing how they got to the hallway it was a shame as it was fiery few moments. As their bodies came together his cock pressed into her belly and the kiss began. It did not break as his hands both cupped her buttocks and pulled and lifted her to him. Her own arms went around his neck and, as he lifted her, her legs went around his hips, pulling her up until she was wrapped around his torso, her head level and even above his. His arms strained but did not complain as they worked in tandem with his whole being to grind her cunt on his cock. Her own body arched to the same task, her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms pulling on his shoulders and neck as her torso angled to drive the apex of her sex onto his until her left hand released his neck, her right compensating and grasping at his head as she reached down between them, grabbed at his cock and drove it into her, every part of both people fighting toward getting his cockhead as close to her womb as possible. As they merged, every inch of his dick filling her gaping, hot hole, the heat from each of their bodies began to set off alarm bells in their minds and they again worked in tandem, she using her left hand now to pull open the door and him carrying her bodily through it and into the corridor, ramming her against the far wall and using it to hold her while he pistoned into her. His groin never left hers as they fucked, instead his hips arched in rhythm with hers to work his cock in and out of her while his pubic bone ground into her clitoris, physically punching her psyche with bolts of pleasure as she came over and over and over. Her breaths were grunts and screams grasped in the seconds when their lips were not locked. They did not know each other, but in this moment they were utterly in love, a love that that their brains would soon ruin, but which their bodies would hold onto for as long as possible. They fucked like this in complete ecstasy for several minutes as his own orgasm burgeoned inside him, growing and boiling and reaching for her womb. Shouting and kissing and grunting at once his whole body strained and she opened her eyes to watch him. It was the final act of victory of primal core over intellect as he drove himself into her once more and began erupting inside her, pumping his thick load of cum into her womb as she pulled him in, staring into his eyes like a rutting animal, one hand on the back of his neck, one hand on the side of his waist, her whole weight supported on his hips, pushing down on his cock as his balls emptied into her. He was the first to smile, but hers was broader, shyness gone now, replaced by joy tinged with the slightest twist of concern over what would happen next. They kissed again, and for a moment they were one again, and it was wonderful. If they could hold on to that feeling then this would be the beginning of something amazing, but already their minds were erecting defenses, and soon they would be almost strangers again, the only question whether they would commit the time and emotional risk of trying to get back to this perfect place again. But that was for tomorrow, for a week from now. For now they had shared something unbelievable and it united them, if only as partners in crime, naked, wet and deeply fucked in a corridor between two rooms.