Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2000 07:28:04 -0400
From: The Fist <eightpnt8@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gimmie Some Steam

			     GIMMIE SOME STEAM
				by The Fist

  This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adult
males. If you find such acts objectionable or if you are under eighteen
years of age, please read no further.


  I love working out at the gym. Besides the obvious benefits to my health
and appearance there's always so much eye-candy surrounding you! The gym is
always packed with buff and sweaty studs dressed in shorts and tank
tops. Usually the attire doesn't leave much to the imagination. It's all I
can do not to stare at some of the hot guys I'm working out with.  I always
try to be discreet in my admiration. I wouldn't want to make any of them
uncom -fortable. 'Course it's always in the back of my mind that many of
the guys could be scoping me out as well! As it turns out my suspicions are
justified.

  A couple of Saturdays ago I was there, pumping iron and looking at the
men, like always. The place was pretty dead for a weekend but there was
still about seven or eight hotties working out with me. I'd just taken a
little break to fill my water bottle at the drinking fountain when I saw
this beautful stud walking down the aisle between the equipment towards
me. He was taller than me by a few inches and dressed in a grey tank top
and tight, black shorts. His hair was cut short in a military fashion. His
body was tight and bulging and testified to many hours spent hitting the
free weights and exercise equipment. His jaw was strong and square and his
eyes were drop dead blue! He was beautiful....and he was looking straight
at me!

  I hastily finished filling my bottle and left the fountain for him. (I
assumed he was on his way to get a drink.) I began walking towards him on
my way back to equipment I'd just set up for my next set of exercises. His
mouth spread into this adorable smirk as I approached him and his blue eyes
locked onto mine. He didn't avert his gaze at all but continued to smirk
and stare, so I did the same. As we passed each other he murmured "Howzit
going?"

  "Great," I replied. "How you doin'?"

  I didn't hear his reply, if he offered one, and decided it was just one
of those freak encounters that you get every once in a while. I went back
to my exercise routine with a vengence. As the afternoon progressed I
caught him looking at me. I smiled and he smiled back.

  "Is something happening here?", I wondered to myself. Maybe he was just
being friendly. The gym had been filling up during all this and I doubted
that he would make any overtures in such a crowded setting. I banished the
thought from my mind and went about completing my routines.

  Finally I was finished! My body was drenched in sweat. My muscles ached
and my hands were shaking from the exertion but, by God, I was buffed! It
was an excellent workout. Now it was time for a shower, but first, a little
trip to the steam room. I always like to sit in the hot steam for a while
after I exercise. It relaxes me and gives me a chance to reflect on my
workout session. I glanced around quickly to see if my newfound friend was
still around but I didn't see him, so, it was off to the lockeroom.

 The steam room was empty when I entered it. I squeejeed off a dry spot on
the tiled ledge opposite the door and sat down, placing my folded towel
over my crotch as a gesture to modesty. I closed my eyes and began my usual
meditation,reveling in the feel of the heat and the humidity. The sweat was
now forming little rivers down my body. I concentrated on the sounds. The
hiss of the steam jet. The drip of the water condensing on the ceiling and
dropping all around me. Beyond the frosted glass door of the steam room I
could hear the muffled sounds of lockers opening and closing as more
iron-heads came and went. My mind began to wander.

  Suddenly the sound of the steamroom door opening jarred me back to the
here and now. It was him! He was standing stark naked in the doorway! My
eyes drank in the sight! His firm, round pecs, his massive delts and
biceps, his perfect, rippling abs, his massive (and quite hairy) legs and,
of course, dangling between those twin timbers, two perfect, low-hangers
and a long limp cock. He closed the door behind him and advanced slowly
towards me cupping his meat in his right hand.

  "Bet you'd like some of this wouldn't ya?"

  There was that smirk again! He stood directly in front of me and began
casually jacking himself.

  "C'mon.", he chided, "Don't be shy."

  My mind raced! What if somebody else came along? What if we were
discovered What if...... His beautiful, cut prick was growing now,
inflating like a small pink dirigible. It got fatter and fatter. I could
smell him. I could smell his crotch from where I sat. The sweat and the
funk of him was unmistakable. His dick was fully erect now, about six
inches long and very very thick! What the hell I thought. If this stud
wanted his cock sucked I was one hombre who was willing to give him what he
wanted.

  Dispensing with foreplay I wrapped my lips around his steely prong and
began to slowly slide my head up and down the length of him.

  "Ooohhh yeeahhh," he groaned in delight. "I knew you'd be a good
cocksucker!"

  I picked up the pace of my felletio hoping to bring him off as quickly as
possible since I still feared discovery, but my well-muscled stud had other
ideas! Grabbing my sweat drenched head in his powerful hands he slowly drew
his throbbing boner from my suctioning mouth. With a pop it slipped from my
tight lips and sprang up, slapping his wet belly. He forced my face into
his crotch then and commanded me to suck his balls. The sweat was flowing
down his body and into his dense pubic mound now. It coated his nut sack
and cock. I could taste it as I tongued and ate his egg-shaped sperm
resevoirs. Salty. Acrid. Manly. I began to lose my inhibitions.

  I found myself giving him a tonguebath. I licked his hairy thighs. I ran
my tongue over the hills of his abdominals. I couldn't get enough of his
taste! I sucked his tits, which brought a grunt of appreciation from my
hunky stud. Then I buried my face in his hairy arm pits and began sucking
the sweat from them. That really got him going! With a groan he pulled me
into him and began to frantically thrust his rockhard dick against my oily
body. Taking this as my cue I dropped down and began sucking his cock
again.

  I licked it. I jacked it. I took it all the way to his pubes all to a
symphony of grunts and groans from my buff young lover. I could feel his
balls begin to pull up and I knew he was getting close. I began to
fervently jack my own neglected boner now, hoping to get us off
together. Again the stud had other plans.

  "I gotta have some of that ass!" , he declared.

  He pushed me on my back on the wet, tiled platform and threw my legs over
his broad shoulders. Then he began to rub his fat, hard prong up and down
my ass-crack, searching for my vulnerable pucker. I lay there jerking
myself in a daze of lust. I couldn't believe this was happening to me!
Finally he found what he was after and meneuvered himself into position for
his assault on my rectum. By now we were both so slick from all the
persperation that he required no other lubrication of any sort to penetrate
my love channel. With one thrust he entered me, burying his pulsing dick
all the way to his pubes. I let out an involuntary gasp at this. His cock
was so fat! It filled me completely and stretched my assring like no one
before! He commenced to hammer away at me mercilessly!

  The hiss of the steam jet and the dripping of the water from the ceiling
was now joined by the wet slap of his abdomen banging against my
bottom. Along with the water drops there was now a steady stream of sweat
from his nose and chin hitting my chest and belly.  He was leaning over me
now, trying to find the right angle for the thrust that would finally cause
him to climax.

  "I'm gonna.....fill yer......ass with......my cum, boy!", he blurted
between pumps.

  That was it for me. The sight of this muscle god pounding my ass with his
stiff pole was exciting enough, but when he started to talk dirty....my
cock exploded in volley after volley of my own jizz. The first shot cleared
my head and landed on the shelf behind me. The rest of it splattered my
face, chest and belly. This seemed to be all the stud needed. With a loud
groan he grinded that fuckpole into my ass. I could feel it pulse as it
jetted streams of hot cum into my guts!

  Finally spent, he fell on top of me. He gently kissed and licked the cum
from my face and then he was gone. I managed to catch a glimpse of his
world class ass as he exited the steam room. My towel was in a soaking heap
on the floor and I was vaguely aware that I'd been in the steam room much
longer than I should have. I rubbed the remainder of my cum into my skin to
try and disquise what had just taken place. How loud had we been I wodered
to myself. I managed to get showered without incident but I had to use
paper towels to dry myself off. As I dressed it seemed to me that some of
the guys in the lockeroom were smiling at me. I passed one of the trainers
on my way to the door.

  "Guess we'll be seeing you again tomorrow.", he said with a smile and a
wink. I wondered what he meant by that.

  -The Fist
   (eightpnt8@yahoo.com)