Date: Thu, 8 Dec 2016 22:44:44 +0000
From: Bastian Ward <meetingfrogs@outlook.com>
Subject: Steamworks

STEAMWORKS

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part of which is based on real life.  Any resemblance therefore to anyone
living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male
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CHAPTER 1

Encounter

By Bastian Ward



`Fuck,' I thought, `it's really is going to be a hot summer, isn't it.
It's only the second week of spring, and we're hittin' the high 20's
already, I don't think we're gunna get the spring rains this year.  Yeah
the drought is really startin' to bite now, and I'm sweatin' like a bitch
already.  Oh well, at least I can shower when I get to Steamworks.  It
always make me laugh when I see the guys walking up and down Lonsdale
street waiting till there's no one around to see them entering Steamworks.
I can't be bothered with that shit.  I just want to get in there 'cause I
need a fuck!  Have a shower and go 'hunting' for fresh meat.'

I push the door open and stride across the little foyer and taking the
stairs two at a time.  'Now don't get me wrong.  I'm not like those 'pansy'
guys who don't want to get 'caught' entering Steamworks.  I just can't wait
to fuck some guy's arse.  I'm so desperate to fuck someone that my balls
are aching.  Oh I know it's psychological but fuck they do ache, and
they'll keep aching until after I've fucked my 3rd or 4th arse.  Even
though I fucked Seb from the mailroom, at lunch, it just wasn't enough to
satisfy me.  So I come to Steamworks 3 or 4 times a week.  I'm not really
into public toilets, don't get me wrong I'd always go to the local toilet
block if I was truly desperate.  I mean the facilities at Steamworks are
top notch, and I can take my time on my 5th or 6th arse.  Besides I have a
monthly pass so it's only 75% of the full price, but fuck I think it's
money well spent.'

"Evenin' Franc, how's Thomas these days?  You guys set up house yet?"

Franc laughed, "he moved in last Weds."

"Well, fuck me..."

"I wanted to but you wouldn't let me!" he said with a mischievous grin
plastered all over his face.

"...that's great mate, Come here," I said as I grabbed him by the front of
his t-shirt and kissed him loudly on the lips, much to the enjoyment of the
guys sitting at the bar who were watching our interaction in the mirrored
wall.

The wall was mirrored so that the guys sitting at the bar could check out
the new arrivals, also so the bar Staff could see if anyone was waiting in
reception.  I let Franc go and grabbed my towel, loincloth, and locker key
and Franc buzzed me in.  I walked through the door into the small passage
that opened into the 'locker room'.  There were six banks of lockers the
two end ones were hard against the walls, while the other four banks of
lockers were set back to back so that they formed three areas to get
changed in.  It gives everyone a chance to checkout who's around, and
although my nuts were aching like a bitch, I just put my stuff in the
locker and went and got a drink at the bar.  Franc got me a mineral water
and chatted about his new domestic situation, and caught me up on what else
had been happening since we last saw each other, last week.  I berated
Franc for not telling me about his new living arrangements earlier.

The buzzer from the door downstairs sounded, so Franc slipped around the
partition to the front desk to greet who ever had just entered the front
door.  I spun around and checked out the guys in the lounge, most of whom
were sitting around girt in nothing but their loincloths which was nothing
but a narrow strip of cloth wrapped around their waists.  One or two of
them had their towels over their shoulders, but most didn't.  Because my
balls were throbbing so much with their need for release, I drained my
bottle of mineral water and headed back into the change room.

Most of the guys on reception always give me a locker in the centre aisle,
they all know that once I'm through the front door, I'm on the hunt, and as
I've fucked most of the Staff at Steamworks, I've ensured I get a locker in
the centre aisle, that way I get to check out all the new comers.  It also
gives me a good view of any guys who're using the showers off the change
rooms.  But there didn't seem to be anyone around who piqued my interest.
Not that I was too worried about that, I always checked out the video
lounge, just in case, before I headed downstairs.

I was just pulling my jock down over my hairy arse, when I heard someone
clear their throat on the other side of my locker door.  I chucked my jock
into my locker and closed the door over and looked square into the face of
what I thought must have been an 18yr old kid, if he was that.  "Um, can I
help you with something??" I asked him.

"Um...," was his only response as he held his towel in one hand and his
loincloth in the other.

"First time?" I asked him.

He blushed.  I took his locker key off him and was pleased to see his eyes
travelling down over my body checking me out.  I assumed he liked what he
saw as I could see he was sporting wood, making his jeans tent painfully,
but I don't think he noticed.  I looked at the tag attached to his locker
key and was surprised to see that his locker was also in the centre aisle,
down a couple from mine but on the opposite side of the isle.

so I went over and unlocked his locker.  I turned around, expecting him to
have followed me, but no he was still standing next to my locker.  He stood
there nervously hopping from one foot to the other, and it looked like his
dick was going to break out of his jeans soon if he wasn't careful.  So I
cocked my finger and beckoned him over.  Which caused him to go a darker
shade of red, and seemingly reluctantly he came over.  "I'm guessing this
is your first time here, right?"

He nodded, as his eyes zeroed in on my cock, which gave a twitch at being
noticed.  I unlocked his locker and told him to strip and put his clothes
in his locker, I went on and told him that he could then either wrap his
loincloth around himself or his towel.  I wasn't going to embarrass him
anymore by telling him that probably nothing would be able to cover his
erect cock, but I'd let him discover that for himself.

I almost laughed when his face blanched, 'Um...don't I keep my jocks on?"
he asked.

Again I had to stop myself from laughing out loud, "well not if you're
planning to have sex.  I think they'd just get in the way, don't you?" I
replied with one eyebrow arched.

I'm lovin' this kid, as he just blushed a deeper shade of red, if he keeps
this up he's gunna pass out from all the blood being in his face.  "Look.
Just strip and put your stuff in your locker, OK?"

"Um, yes sir," he replied as he put his towel, loincloth, and his bag into
his open locker.  I ignored his 'sir' as I figured he was just being polite
and wasn't really into S&M.  I shook my head and reached in and pulled his
loincloth and towel out from under his bag and hung them over the door of
his locker.  Before he asked I explained that it was so he could get to it
easily after he'd stripped and put his stuff in his locker.

I left him to it and walked back to my locker.  I happened to look back
just in time to see him hopping on one foot trying to untie the other shoe.
Funny as the sight was, I took pity on the poor guy.  I walked over and put
my hand on his shoulder and told him to stop.  He put his foot down and I
pointed at the bench seat in the middle of the aisle and told him to sit
down and take his shoes and socks off.

His mouth formed an 'O' shape and he went over and sat down on the bench
and took off his socks and shoes.  He brought them back to his locker and
gave them to me.  I put them into his locker, "look did you do P.E. at
school?" I asked.  He just looked at me and nodded.  "Good, then think of
this as the locker room at school, the only difference is that this time
you're going to strip completely then wrap that piece of cloth around your
middle, Ok?"

He smiled at me gratefully and proceeded to strip.  I was so caught up with
helping the kid out, that I'd forgotten that I was still naked until I
noticed his eyes travelling down my naked body yet again.  I gave him a
crooked smile and walked back to my locker.  I put my stuff in my locker
and threw my towel over my shoulder and locked my locker.  As I'd taken my
time, we ended up finished about the same time, and just as I thought the
loincloth was doing nothing to cover his erect cock, I reached down and
grabbing the head of his cock, much to his surprise, and squeezed it until
it deflated.  I took his key off him, which was tided on a piece of elastic
and told him to hold out his hand, I opened the elastic and slid it over
his hand and settled it onto his wrist and told him to follow me.

I showed him the bar and the darkened lounge where they showed X-rated
movies.  We went into the gym and explained that when Steamworks started,
gay bathhouses and homosexuality was illegal so the gym was here to make
the place look legit.  I pointed out the door to the S&M area, but he said
he wasn't into that kind of thing which I'd already figured out, but you
can never be 100% certain these days.  So I led the way past the showers
with the glass front and no doors or shower screens, hey people are
cruising here, to the stairs, which had the look of a service area, which
was the original idea so it looked like only Staff went down there.

I heard him behind me as he exclaim when he saw the swimming pool and the
seating just near the entrance at the bottom of the stairs, and of course
there were a lot of semi naked men walking around, well, cruising actually.
I don't think he saw the large hot tub on the other side of the pool, or
the dry sauna for that matter, and as I was being tour guide I wasn't ready
to point them out just yet.  I led the way past the seats and entered the
passage on the other side.  I pointed out the large open shower area, even
though it was bleeding obvious, and I did wonder if he'd noticed the lack
of shower screens or doors, but probably not.

I pointed out the steamroom as we walked past, and then turned into the
next passage and pointed out the darkened corridor were you could go for a
'surprise' encounter, which left us walking past all the little cubicles
where you could do whatever the hell you wanted.  They all contained a wide
padded bench where you could lay down and have sex, basically, I just can't
imagine you wanting to do much else in them.

I showed him the two mirrored cubicles, that didn't have benches, and then
announced that the tour was officially over and bid him a good day and
time.  As I turned to leave he reached out and grabbed my arm.  "What now?"
I asked, "don't tell me you expected sex after the tour...?"

He just stood there hoping from one foot to the other, as he slowly turned
beet red again.  I shook my head, spun him around and grabbed him by his
cock and balls and pulled him into one of the cubicles, after making sure
it was empty first.  I bolted the door and pushed him down onto the bench.
I walked past him and sat on the other end of the bench with my back
against the wall, I rested one foot on the bench so I could rest my arm on
my bended knee and the other leg I let rest on the floor off the side of
the bench.  This way he had a good view of my own cock as it lay over the
top of my aching balls and the tip rested on the bench.  "So what's your
story kid," I put my hand up to forestall any protests he may have been
going to make, "cause you'd be lucky to look eighteen.  So let's start
there, how old are you, anyway fifteen?"

"Um, well, um, I'm sixteen actually."

"Ok, and have you actually had sex with another male, or anyone else for
that matter?"

"Hang on I've had sex," he shot back.

"With another person, or just masturbating, because," I said cutting him
off again, "if you've only masturbated then you really haven't had sex yet,
have you."  Fuck I thought he was going to cry.  I took pity on him, again,
and grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards me, and as he moved he
lost his loin cloth, and as I spun him around I pulled mine free and sat
him on the bench in front of me so his back was leaning up against my chest
and my cock was just nudging at his crack.  But then he resettled himself
and pushed himself harder against my chest and actually forced my cock into
the beginning of his crack, and rested himself hard against me, and I could
feel my cock starting to thicken.

I made 'shhing' noises as I stroked his chest, while madly trying to think
of something else other than where my cock was right now.  He got a hold of
himself eventually, whether it was because he'd settled himself down, or it
was because he could feel my cock boning up in his arse crack.
Consequently as he was wriggling around trying to make himself comfortable,
he was also stroking, pushing, and prodding my cock with his arse.

I reached up and inserted one of my fingers into his mouth, and he began to
suckle on it, just like a babe on a teat.  When I'd decided that it was wet
enough, I removed my finger from his mouth.  I slid both my hands under his
arse and separating his cheeks, I probed until my finger found his hole.
Slowly I started to ring his anus with my finger, which made him shut up
completely.  I continued to circle his anus until he started to moan
softly, and squirm on my finger.  Until finally, with a bit of effort, I
was able to overcome his sphincter and force my finger into his incredibly
tight virgin arse.  I worked my finger in up to the second knuckle, and
then I let him sit with my finger up his arse until he got used to it the
intrusion.  When his breath almost turned to normal, I started to move my
finger around inside his anus, gently stretching his sphincter.  By now my
cock was at full must and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.  I scooped
some up with a couple of fingers of my other hand and pushed them into his
mouth, and he sucked and licked all the pre-cum off my fingers.  Still with
my finger firmly up his arse, I turned him around and guided his mouth,
firmly, onto my waiting throbbing cock, and he licked and slurped on my
massive member.

I pulled him off my cock, when I could feel the cum in my nuts roiling .  I
manhandled him until he was facing the other way again, and pushed his legs
up under him so he was kneeling on them leaning forwards with his face and
chest on the bench.  I pulled my finger out of his arse, with what sounded
like a sigh of relief from him, and tried to get him to lick my finger
clean, but he refused; this time.  I laid on top of him and lined the head
of my cock up with his very tight virgin hole.  I whispered in his ear to
push against me just like he was going to poop, but I warned him not to
push too hard 'cause he didn't really want to shit now.  Slowly, with a bit
of pressure, I managed to overcome his sphincter for the second time today,
and slid my cock the full length up his arse, and just left it parked up in
there.

We laid there for a bit, him prone on his knees, and me laying full length
along his back, until I felt him relax his arse muscles and allowed his
arse to accommodate my cock deep in his aching arse.  When I felt him relax
his arse muscles I slowly withdrew my cock until only the head was held in
place by his sphincter, and then just as slowly I pushed my cock the full
length back into his arse.  This time I didn't wait as long before I
started to pull my cock from his arse, and after removing most of it I
didn't wait as long before pushing it back in.  Slowly bit by bit I built
up some speed until I was totally raping his very willing arse; and I must
admit it wasn't too long before I shot my first load of hot cum up his
arse.

I didn't pull out of his arse after I'd ejaculated, instead, I laid back
down on his back until I'd recovered.  Then grabbing him in a bear hug I
sat us both up, so I was sitting with my back against the wall with my
pelvis thrust forward a bit, and he was sitting with his back against my
chest sitting on my very rigid cock up his formerly virgin arse.

"Um, sir, do you think you could take your cock out of my arse please,
'cause it kinda hurts real bad?"

I reached down and grabbed his rigid cock, and when I touched it he let out
a gasp of surprise.  "Don't you want to do something with this first?" and
without waiting for answer, I started to slowly stroke his cock.  I trapped
his arms by his sides with mine so he couldn't touch himself, while I
continued to slow stroke his cock.  It didn't take long before he was
moaning and squirming in my lap impaled on my cock.  which in turn started
to stroke and rub my cock.  The closer he came to cumming he started to beg
me for release, but I continued to slow stroke his cock, un til I felt my
own need to cum again.  Then I picked up the pace on his cock and because
his arse muscles were contracting and clenching around my cock when he cum,
it was enough to push me over the edge and I cum for the second time,
almost at the same time as the boy cummed.

I lay back against the wall panting for breath, and he collapsed back
against my chest, also panting for breath.  This time, though, he didn't
complain about my cock up his arse.  When I'd recovered enough I turned him
on my lap so that now he was facing side on with his legs hanging over the
side of the bench, and he snuggled into my chest.  I wrapped my arms around
him and held him to my chest, with my softening cock still in his arse.  I
looked down and noticed there was the odd tear rolling down his cheek, I
tilted his head up and staring into his eyes I asked him what was wrong.

"Nothing's wrong...it's just that this was my first time..."

"What with another guy?"

"No...with anyone, even with me.  Whenever I tried to masturbate I'd always
had to stop because I really needed to pee...so that was the first time
I've ever cum, except for in my dreams of course.  But this was so much
more better than I'd ever imagined it could be.  I don't want this to
end..."

"Who said it had to end just yet.  You could always be one of the few guys
I've ever fucked more than once on the same visit..."

"I'd like that...um,...but not just yet.  My arse still feels like it's on
fire..."

"Oh, here.  I'll take my cock out of your arse..." and I went to lift him
up when he put his hand on my chest to stop me.

"Not just yet.  I do like the feeling of having your cock inside my arse.
And it doesn't hurt quite so much now."  He leaned up and kissed me on the
lips.  I parted my lips and snaked my tongue out, only to encounter his
closed lips.  I forced them apart with my tongue and gently explored his
mouth.  I felt his tongue hesitantly follow my tongue back into my mouth.
I broke the kiss off, only to have him initiate another kiss almost
immediately after we broke apart.  So we sat there kissing and exploring
each others mouths.  All of which was having an involuntary, but not
unwelcome effect on my cock that was still buried up his arse.

I moved so I could swing my legs over the side of the bench, and he held
onto me like a limpet.  I hug him to me as I stood up and moved up to the
other end of the bench.  With a bit of difficulty I laid him on his back,
and moved us both into the centre of the bench, him on his back and me sort
of kneeling with my knees spread as far apart as I could to try and keep my
cock buried inside his arse.  I leaned forwards and we kissed again for a
very long time, and somewhat reluctantly I broke the kiss off because I
wanted to explore this kids body.  I kissed his eyes, his cheeks, and moved
on down to his neck.  I spent a little time nuzzling the hollows where his
neck joined his collar bones, and then moved onto his chest.  While his
chest was under developed, I could make out the lines of the muscles under
his skin, very faintly.  I found his paps and licked sucked, and chewed on
them for a bit before continuing my journey down over his abdomen.  He let
out a quick gasp as I sucked his semi hard cock into my mouth and sucked
and licked it back into life so that by the time I was ready to move on it
slapped his abdomen nicely.

I moved down the bench and slid my hands under his arse cheeks and lifted
his arse up off the bench, I leaned down and kissed and licked his perineum
before moving down and licking his very virgin arse.  It was musky, just
the way I like it; and I could hear his gasps and moans as I forced my
tongue into his very tight hole, and I was rewarded by being able to lap at
his arse juices mixed with my own cum.

He was so overcome with desire that he grabbed my hair and pulled me up his
body and kissed me long and deep.  The thought did flit through my mind as
I wondered if he realised that he could probably taste his own arse juices,
and my cum, on my tongue.  With a bit if effort he rolled me onto my back
and he returned the favour and a bit hesitantly he kissed my face and moved
down onto my chest.

Now, I'm not saying I'm an Adonis or anything, but I do workout two or
three times a week and I do get a lot of looks while I'm working out, the
closeted gays all try to workout near me so they can check me out.  In the
shower I often `forget' to close the curtain or door, and I've `sprung'
more than one guy perving on my arse, especially if I've really felt
mischievous and really cracked my cheeks apart while I'm making sure my
hole is clean.  So I'm not too self-conscientious, but when he hesitated to
move down my chest, I did have a slight moment of doubt.  But then I
realised it was probably his first time, "you don't have to do..."

He looked up and put a finger on my lips shushing me, he then started to
make his way down my chest, unlike me, he found my arm pits; almost as if
he was drawn to them, and started to lick up all the sweat he could find.
When he'd finished with one he moved over to the other one and started to
lick and slurp up all the sweat he could find there, before he went back to
my chiselled chest.  He found my paps and licked and sucked tentatively on
each one before he continued on his journey of exploration as he continued
to make his way down my body.  He buried his nose deep into my pubic bush
as he tentatively licked the sweat out of it.  Finally he `discovered' my
throbbing blood engorged cock and slowly he took it into his mouth.

I warned him to be careful of his teeth, and he covered them with his lips
as he took the head of my cock into his mouth but not much more.  He didn't
do much but hold the head in his mouth, he did lick the underside of it a
bit.

By now I'd decided to change things up a bit and grabbed hold of his hair
and pulled him up into a passionate kiss, and he was starting to respond in
kind.  I went to push him off me as I wanted to fuck him again but he sat
up and scooted down my body a bit.  He reached behind him and grabbed hold
of my cock.  He lined it up with his aching hole, and very slowly impaled
himself on my cock; whimpering a bit as it forced his abused hole to open
to its new maximum again.  With the full length of my cock up his arse
again, he sat on it to allow his poor abused arse to relax and accommodate
my cock.

Then, when he was ready he started to slide up and down my cock; slowly at
first but he eventually picked up the pace which made his cock wave around
widely in front of him until it settled down into a windmill pattern.  So
my attention was torn between the blissful expression he had on his face
and his windmilling cock.  I was going to grab his cock and stroke it for
him, when it suddenly exploded all on its own and spat a couple of drops of
cum over my lower abdomen.  The sight of which, was enough to push me over
the edge, particularly as his arse muscles really clenched my cock tightly
when he cum.  I shot my third load of cum deep into his willing arse.

He collapsed on top of me, and I let him lay there until he'd recovered
enough to move.

He looked up at me, "Fuck that was great."

I smiled back at him, then his expression changed and he asked me if I had
the time, I looked at my watch and told him the time.  He told me, somewhat
regretfully that he had to go, he had to get home.  So we kissed for a bit
until my cock fell out of his arse.  We stood up and he kissed me as I was
unlocking the door.

I led the way back to the showers and we commandeered one of them, after I
showed him the hooks to hang his loincloth on, as we got under the shower
together.  I grabbed some soap out of the soap dispenser and lathered up
his back.  Hanging onto his hips I pushed his shoulders forwards so that
his face was resting against the tiles.  I hankered down behind him and
very gently prised his arse cheeks apart and got my first good look at his
abused hole, which looked decidedly red, angry, and gapping open slightly.
I very gently washed between his cheeks, and holding them apart with one
hand I used a finger on my other hand to very gently wash around his arse
lips before I forced a finger inside and scooped some of my cum out of his
arse.  He did whimper a bit more when my finger penetrated his arse, and I
told him he'd be fine in a couple of days.  I could see a couple of tears
in his arse lips, but I knew they'd heal up pretty quick.

So while I was hunkered down behind him I washed the backs of his legs, and
grabbing hold of his hips, I turned him around; now I was eye level with
his cock.  I knew it was a small cock, but now I could see it was about 6"
soft and the foreskin didn't cover the whole head of his cock, it covered
about ¾ of it.  I grabbed some more soap and rolled his foreskin back I
washed the head of his cock and just under the edge of his cock before I
let his foreskin roll back over the head.  I washed his nuts and between
his legs, making sure he was all nice and clean.  I'm nothing if I'm not
thorough.  I really worked my fingers into his pubic bush and made sure it
was all nice and clean before I stood up and washed his chest and pits.

Now, through all of this he'd just stood there totally passive allowing me
to wash him from head to toe, or should that be toe to head.  Anyway, I
washed his pits and chest, then grabbed some shampoo I washed his hair for
him, so by the time I was finished with him he was all squeaky clean again.

I turned the water off and grabbed him by the hand I led the way back
upstairs.  I retrieved his locker key from his wrist, and unlocked his
locker.  I retrieved his towel and dropping it over his head I gave his
hair a very vigorous rub so it would dry quickly out in the heat.  I moved
down and dried his face, paying particular attention to his ears.  I dried
his neck and moved on down to his chest and gave that a good vigorous rub
to dry that, and was rewarded with a very faint pink glow.  I spun him
around and rubbed his back dry.  I grabbed hold of his right arm and held
it out to the side so it was almost straight out.  I wrapt the towel around
his shoulder and dried his arm pit, then making the towel tight around his
arm I dried it from his shoulder right down to his hand.  I picked up his
hand and dried it and each finger individually, including his thumb.

I lifted up his left arm and repeated the process, drying first his arm pit
and then his arm down to his hand.  Dried his hand and fingers.  I hunkered
down in front of him and made sure I dried his pubes and then before he
knew what I was going to do I sucked his cock into my mouth and ran my
tongue between his foreskin and the head of his cock. I ran my tongue up
and down the full length of his cock, then releasing it I pronounced it all
clean.  Problem was for him he was now starting to get a boner, again, but
I studiously ignored it as I dried his nuts and between his legs.  I dried
both his legs and lifting his feet, one at a time, up onto my leg I dried
both his feet, paying close attention to his toes and ensuring I dried
between them all.

Then staying on my knees I reached up and fished his jocks out of his
locker and helped him to put them on, but not before I had a good sniff.  I
pulled them up and asked him if he dressed to the left or the right, but
not knowing what I was talking about, I asked him if he pointed his cock to
the left or the right.  I saw the lightbulb go on and he told me so I
folded his cock to the right and let the band of his jocks snap into place
on his abdomen; please to see that he tented the material nicely.  I
grabbed his jeans and helped him put them on, I tucked his cock into his
jeans as much as I could before I did them up, I stood up and helped him on
with his t-shirt and made him sit on the bench seat provide.  Still damp
and naked, I knelt in front of him and put one of his feet on my thigh
while I helped him on with his sock and I picked up his shoe and put that
on for him and tied it up as well.  I then performed the same service for
his other sock and shoe.  I lent him my comb and let him style his own
hair, as he didn't seem to appreciate the styles I gave him.

I showed him where to put his wet towel and loincloth and told him to give
the key to the guy in reception.  He thanked me for a great time and he
left out the door, while I headed back downstairs to find someone else to
fuck as my balls still ached.



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Bastian

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