From: banker1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay Subject: The Steam Room Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 03:33:42 -0700 Organization: Surfin' For Smut@Las Vegas.Sin City USA.Com Uploaded to the ROUGH 'N' READY BBS 415-864-6535 THE STEAM ROOM As anybody knows who has read some of my previous stories, I work out fairly regularly and thoroughly enjoy it. Since I do a good deal of traveling, I have found gyms in most major cities where "itinerant jocks" like me can work out without going through a long song and dance about not being members. Some of the gyms are pretty good, and some are pretty scruffy. As long as they have the basic equipment - weights, some benches, a locker room and a shower - it doesn't really matter much to me what the place looks like. I admit that some of the gay gyms have been pretty good sources of after-workout entertainment, but I honestly go mainly for the exercise. A couple of weeks ago I was on a business trip to another city, which will remain nameless for the moment. Around six o'clock, after my day's work was over, I stuffed my gear into a gym bag and headed for a gym I knew about, not far from the hotel. I had been there once before, and remembered more or less where it was, although I couldn't remember the name of the place. It had been a rotten day in general - hot, humid, bad traffic, miserable lunch, etc. - and I was looking forward to letting off some steam and sweat on the weights before dinner. Fortunately, I found the place easily and went in. After identifying myself, I paid my five bucks to the guy at the desk and got a key to a "guest locker" in the locker room. I walked through the weight room toward the locker room and saw about a half dozen guys sweating and straining through their workouts. They all looked pretty intense and businesslike. Real serious bodybuilder types. The gym itself was not particularly spectacular, but seemed to have all the equipment I needed. In the locker room I found my locker (number 69, at that) without too much trouble. While I changed, I looked around the room. Although I had been there before, I hadn't really paid much attention to what the place looked like. For the most part it was the usual locker room. A couple of rows of battered green lockers with ill fitting doors, sweat stained wooden benches between each row, a couple of damp towels on the floor and the pervasive odor of stale, musky, male sweat. At the end of the room was a shower room with a couple of open showers along the far wall. On the side wall of the shower room was a glass door, clouded over with steam, that obviously led to the steam room. As I looked at the steam room door, I thought I heard a muffled groan coming from the inside, but paid no attention. I decided that I might try some steam after my workout if I still had the time. I slammed and locked the door to my locker and headed for the weight room. As I walked into the weight room and glanced around for a free set of weights and a bench, two of the guys had just finished their workouts and were leaving. Both were pretty impressive: just under 6', lean, muscular, very well built, and had obviously worked out regularly for some time. They had both taken their t-shirts off, and one was wiping the sweat under his arms with his shirt as he walked past. Their pumped up bodies glistened with sweat. Both nodded, smiled and said "Hi" as they passed and walked into the locker room. There were only three other guys still working out. One was a big, beefy heavy lifter type. Semi-round, massive and lumpy. He looked strong as an ox, and was probably just about as smart. The second was about my size, 6'1", dark haired, broad shouldered, sinewy, slender and athletic looking. The guy did not have an ounce of fat on him. His muscles, although not especially bulky, were well defined, and stood out as if each one was carved out separately and then pieced together. He had no shirt on and was wearing just a pair of knit gym shorts as he did his bench presses. Every time he pressed the weight from his chest, his body slid down a little on the sweat soaked bench, pulling his shorts down a bit and exposing the upper part of his jock against his sweaty abdomen. His cock was, of course, hidden by the pouch of the jock. Judging from the size of the pouch, however, he was VERY well endowed. Generally, I hate flab and admire a good tight body. This guy had it all! He would have been a great model for an art school anatomy lesson. At the next station, resting between sets, was one of the most beautiful looking guys I had ever seen. Not pretty by any means, but downright beautiful. He was about 6' tall, had longish, curly blonde hair and a dark tan. His body was not the rock hard, athletic body of his buddy, but was as perfectly developed and well proportioned as any classic greek statue I had ever seen. His light blue eyes stood out brightly against his blonde hair and tanned face. He wore a pair of sweat pants and gym shoes, but, again, no shirt. No jock, either, because I could clearly see the outline of a good sized cock poking through the sweats. There was a little blonde fuzz on his chest, and a small gold ring through his left nipple. On his right arm was a tattoo of a leopard. It seemed a bit incongruous on this nordic-looking beauty. He glanced at me while I picked up a set of weights, and went on with his own workout. I went to work on my warmup sets. After I had finished warming up and had gotten into my regular routine, I noticed that the big guy was still grunting through his heavy lifts. I went over to an incline board at the side of the gym to do some situps and noticed in the mirror on the wall in front of me that the other two were talking together and looking toward me. One of them, the dark-haired one, was rubbing his crotch suggestively as they talked. I went on with my sets, and, after a few minutes, they did too. It must have been about a hour before I finished my workout and decided to call it quits for the day. I felt much better, and was looking forward to a good shower, dinner, and maybe some fun after that. Mr. Power-Lifter had disappeared, and the other two guys seemed to be getting ready to quit, too. I went into the locker room, stripped, threw my stuff in a heap on the bench in front of my locker, grabbed a towel and headed for the showers. There was somebody in the steam room, because I could see the vaguely flesh colored outline of a body moving past the door, but nobody in the shower. I turned the shower on, adjusted the temperature, and started to soap up. As I did so, I could hear the voices of two guys coming into the locker room from the gym. They were talking quietly, but I could not hear anything they said. Then came the tinny sound of lockers opening, shoes dropping, and all the usual noises of a locker room at the end of the day. I finished showering, turned the water off, dried and headed back for my locker. As I rounded the end of the row of lockers mine was in, I saw they two guys from the gym standing with their backs to me and in front of my still open locker. Both had stripped, and the blonde one had my jock strap in his hand. For a second they did not hear me. When they did, they both turned around suddenly and looked a little embarrassed. Their bodies looked even better nude than they had in the gym. The blonde one had strong, muscular legs to go with his body and a great looking rounded, firm ass. His tanned body was conspicuously marked by the stark white outline of a bikini, which directed instant attention to a soft patch of light blonde hair surrounding a pair of low hanging balls and what looked like about an 8 inch cut cock. The dark haired one was even better endowed, with a long, curved, thick cock framed by a patch of jet dark hair against his pale skin. It must have been at least 9 inches long, and looked like it was getting semi-hard. As I walked toward them, the blonde one smiled, put my jock down on the bench and said, "Hi. I'm Greg and this is Dick. I haven't seen you here before. Are you new in town?" I thought to myself how well named Dick was, since his dick was even more impressive than the rest of his body. I was about to ask Greg what the hell he was doing with my jock when Dick interrupted to say "Hi" and that he was going to head for the showers. We shook hands, and I said that I was just in town for a couple of days on business. Dick disappeared around the corner to the showers, and I turned my full attention to Greg. I could not keep myself from surveying his full body, from his curly blonde hair to his bare feet, stopping for a moment at his slowly hardening 8" cock. "By the way, what were you doing with my jock?" I asked. Greg answered without embarrassment that he liked the smell of sweaty jocks, and added "..and yours smells great." As he said this he gently cupped his hand under my balls, slipped around to my cock and started to stroke it slowly. My cock responded to his touch as any red blooded American guy's would, and was at full attention in a second or two. "Wednesday night is 'Orgy Night' at this gym," Greg said, "so I hope you enjoy yourself." I was enjoying it already! Not wishing to be rude to my new friend, I reached down and got a handful of Greg's cock, which by this time was just as hard as mine. For the next few minutes we just looked at each other and stroked each other's cocks. Both wondering, I suspect, what was going to happen next. We were interrupted by two other guys, both still dressed in street clothes, coming into the locker room from the gym. Both were in their early twenties, well built, and were talking loudly to each other about nothing in particular. When they came in, I dropped Greg's cock and wondered if the new guys were going to make any snotty remarks. They glanced at us - Greg was still holding my rigid meat in his hand - but seemed to pay little or no attention. They went straight to their own lockers in the next row and started to undress, still talking. I took this as a signal that anything seems to be OK on Orgy Night, and resumed stroking Greg's hard cock. We kissed, our tongues searching out every part of the other's mouth. As we did, I could feel the cold ring in Greg's left nipple rubbing against my chest. His tits were hard and erect as his cock. I started to tease the ring with my fingers, sending a shiver through his body. I ran my other hand behind his firm ass and pulled him closer to me. Each of us began to grind his hips against the other with little fucking motions. Our rigid cocks rubbed together, lubricated by our sweat. Suddenly, Greg broke away from me and said, "Hey, let's get some steam." I said OK and followed him toward the showers and the steam room. I watched how his muscular ass moved as he walked in front of me, and thought how nice it would be to plant my cock deep into his hot ass for an hour or two. As we passed through the shower room Greg turned to me and said, "By the way, I like getting my ass fucked. Are you interested?" I guess my facial expression gave him the answer he wanted. Without waiting for a verbal answer, he said to wait a second, went back to his locker, and returned with a foil wrapped condom, which he placed in my hand. "I hope you don't mind. It doesn't hurt to be safe,". Greg opened the door to the steam room and I was immediately greeted by the odor of steam mixed with stale male sweat. There was also another unique smell that I had learned to recognize, the sweet smell of fresh cum. We walked into the room. To my surprise it seemed to be filled with sweating male bodies, all of them having a great time. On first impression, it looked like nothing so much as the last scene in a good fuck flick. Now I understood why there had been so few guys working on the weights. They were all in here working on each other. On the far wall of the steam room a line of long wooden benches ran the length of the room. Right in the middle of it was Mr. Power Lifter lying on his back. He was busy sucking on the hard cock of one of the guys I had seen when I first came in, and stroking his own dick for all it was worth. The guy was obviously about to shoot his load, because he was shoving his cock into Mr. Power Lifter's throat with deep rapid thrusts. Within seconds his ass muscles tightened, his hips thrust forward and he started to make low moaning sounds as he shot his load into Mr. Power Lifter's throat. This apparently put Mr. Power Lifter over the edge, and he started to cum too and shot all over his chest. My new acquaintance, Dick was getting his cock expertly serviced by a young guy I had not seen before, and was clearly enjoying it. The other guy I had seen when I first came in had a young stud of about nineteen spread eagled on his belly on the floor and was plowing his ass for all it was worth. The floor was slippery with a mixture of steam, sweat and cum. Nobody seemed to mind. Greg walked over to the corner of the room and sat down on the bench. I sat next to him. He then leaned over and started to tongue my right tit while he ran his hand up my thigh and played teasingly with the tip of my now rock hard cock. I responded by running my hand down his sweat lubricated back and into his muscular ass crack. In a second my finger had found his puckered fuck hole and was gently probing it. Without the slightest resistance it entered him. Not even pausing in his attention to my tit, he took the condom from my hand, opened it and slipped it on my hard cock. He then got to his feet, leaned over the bench and said, "OK, buddy, do your stuff." I stood behind him and, taking my cock in hand, started rubbing the tip up and down his ass crack and under his balls. Every time the tip passed his fuck hole, I could feel it relaxing, waiting for me to plunge in. Finally, after four or five teasing swipes past his hole, I stopped and rested the tip of my cock at the rim of his ass and waited. I pressed it gently against his puckered ass. His ass muscles relaxed, admitting an inch or so, and then tightened again. It was clear to me that Greg knew how to use his ass like an expert. In no more than two seconds I was all the way in, with my balls resting against his ass, and feeling great. I started to ride in and out, slowly at first. Each time I would pull out a bit, I could feel his ass tighten, as if he did not want to let go of my cock. When I started to push it in again, he would rapidly tighten and relax his ass, sending shivers of passion through me. I reached around to play with his cock while I fucked, only to find that Mr. Power Lifter had slithered up the bench and had it in his mouth. I settled for mauling Greg's tits instead while I fucked. Greg started to rotate his hips with each thrust of my cock, at the same time driving his own cock deeper into Mr. Power Lifter's mouth. I plowed a little faster and harder, trying to hold back and make it last as long as I could. Within a few minutes, like it or not, I was out of control. Releasing his tits, I grabbed his hips and started to drive my throbbing cock into him as hard and deep as I could. My balls bounced against his with each thrust. The harder and faster I plunger into his hot butt, the tighter he made his ass muscles, and the better it felt. A couple of times I drove into him so hard his cock was shoved involuntarily deep into Mr. Power Lifter's throat, gagging him. I began to sweat like a pig by this time, and was driving my cock into Greg with a rhythmic sound from the slapping of flesh against flesh. I could soon feel the pressure building and my balls tightening as they got ready to release their load. Grabbing Greg around the waist I drove my cock deep into his ass and started to shoot load after load of my hot cum into him. As I delivered my load, I could feel Greg's ass begin to spasm around my cock as he shot his own into Mr. Power Lifter's throat. We were perfectly synchronized! After I had finally emptied my full load of cum into Greg's ass and was about to pull out, Greg reached around, grabbed my ass and pulled me closer into him, still tightening his ass muscles around my cock, and milking every last bit of cum out of it. Finally my cock softened and slipped out. We sat down on the bench, both sweating and short of breath. I began to focus again on the other guys around me. Nobody seemed to be paying a bit of attention to us. Mr. Power Lifter had moved on to another eager cock. Across from us another guy was leaning against the wall and getting his ass expertly fucked by one guy while he sucked on another. A third couple were 69-ing it on the floor. Just your normal everyday orgy. I slipped the rubber off my now limp cock and looked around for some place to throw it away. Seeing the amount of cum in the tip of the condom, Greg remarked, "That was pretty good for a start." Greg and I left the steam room and went in to shower. Within a few minutes we were joined by Dick, who came out of the steam room with a slightly red, limp cock, still dripping a little cum from his last session, and with a big grin on his face. While we were all showering, Dick asked if I wanted to join them for a bite to eat at the local Chinese restaurant, and maybe stop by their apartment afterward for a couple of beers. That sounded good to me, and I agreed. They dressed, Greg in shorts and a t-shirt, Dick in sweats and a t-shirt. I felt overdressed in my business suit, but left my necktie in my pocket. We were all hungry as bears after our workouts, and ate our dinner ravenously. Later we went back to the guys' apartment, had a couple of beers and got to know each other better. Greg turned out to be a roofer, and Dick a computer programmer by trade. They had first met at the gym, and now shared the apartment. I also found out fairly quickly that evening that Dick not only had a great looking body and an impressive cock, but that he also knew how to use both of them like a champ. Both of the guys had enough experience to know how to run a great three-way, but also versatile enough to make it interesting. They were great hosts, and made me feel very much at home. By midnight, we were all pretty tired, and completely satisfied. I went back to my hotel and slept like a baby till morning. The next night I got to the gym as soon as I could after work. Greg and Dick were already there, working out. Thursday, they said, was just for workouts according to gym customs, but not for orgies. At first I was a little disappointed, but they assured me that we could have our own private orgy in their apartment later that evening.