Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2022 19:02:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: "michaelpendragon19@yahoo.com" <michaelpendragon19@yahoo.com>
Subject: Holiday heat chapter 2

Holiday heat chapter 2


The holidays were busy with family gatherings and too much food. I
hadn't been to the gym for a week and I was feeling the effects of
neglect and slothfulness.
On Dec. 30, the penultimate day of the year, I waddled to the gym mid
morning for what I hoped would be a decent workout but also a soothing
relaxed time in the steam. I always found the dark warmth of the steam
room the best part of any day. Sometimes I just went to shower and steam,
especially if I had been working outside.
The gym was almost empty. Few brave souls wanted to come out in
sub-freezing weather and in the midst of holiday down time.
I began with some stretches and got on a bike to warm up before trying
anything strenuous. The bikes had a video game on a screen and I cruised
around a pirate island capturing prizes and vanquishing imaginary foes.
It was vaguely entertaining and I could have fun while getting my
sedentary body moving.
I was so engrossed in the game that I hardly noticed that someone had
joined me two bikes down. But when I glanced over there was Dan, his
headphones on, concentrating on a very vigorous ride. Other programs
offered bike racing and higher-speed fun,
I began slowing down, getting slaughtered in my own game, as I watched
Dan's beautiful, powerful legs pump furiously as he hunched over the
console. He seemed lost in his routine, but then he quickly glanced over,
raised one eyebrow in greeting and gave a quick smirk before looking
ahead again.
I couldn't help it. I got an instant boner. Sheesh, what's wrong with
me?
This was awkward. We were the only two people there but how on earth
could I get up now? I wasn't wearing a jock, just regular gym shorts.
And I was going commando. I love the freedom of letting everything hang
loose. But now I was anything but loose.
I looked back at my screen and began riding again. But the action of
pumping my legs up and down wasn't mitigating my erection problem. If
anything, the friction was making it worse. I looked down and was
horrified to see a big wet spot forming on my shorts from the pre-cum I
was leaking.
Fuck.
I slowed down and decelerated the bike until it stopped. Grabbing my
sweat towel, I quickly dismounted and held the small towel in front of my
bulging boner and tried to walk away.
Dan gave a small cough. I turned my head to see him grinning broadly as
he stared at my lower half. He raised his eyes to mine and wriggled his
eyebrows and half guffawed as he pumped away.
I turned bright red and almost felt faint as I quickly walked to the
locker room. So much for a meaningful workout. The room was empty and
quiet, smelling wonderful with its fragrances of sweat, testosterone and
pheromones, I thought. Good lord! Where did that description come from?
I tossed my shorts and t-shirt into my locker, grabbed my shower towel
and almost ran into the shower room, seeking the relative safety of the
farthest corner in the open eight-head showers. My boner flapped as I
walked, my balls hanging low. I was tingling all over.
The hot water felt good. I closed my eye and held my head and shoulders
under the jets, placing my arms against the cool tiles and trying to
relax.
My mind was racing. What in the world am I doing? I'm a middle aged
teacher, husband, father. I'm a good guy. Quiet, upright, decent
citizen.
Upright. Yeah. My erection had softened somewhat but was still sticking
straight out. I reached down and grabbed it, giving a swift tug that
burped out a bead of clear fluid. My legs shook and I pulled back my hand
to my balls causing the head to flare and pulse. Fuck. If I continued
this I'd spill my load right here and now. I hadn't been this turned on
since I was a horny teenage, going at it multiple times a day. My fist
had been my best friend for many years.
Lost in thought I was jolted by the sound of the shower across from me
turning on. Oh my God! I'm in a public shower with my fist around my
boner! I almost passed out.
"Hey, coach. You OK?"
I turned my blushing face to the other shower and there he was: Dan,
naked, erect, smiling kindly at me. There was no judgment there. More
like friendly concern. But also lust. I'd never really seen lust in
another person's eyes. Suddenly I knew.
I sighed and turned toward him, letting out a little laugh.
"Hey. Sorry about this." I offered, quickly glancing. "Don't know
what came over me, Dan."
"Oh but I know, coach. I know," he smirked. He grabbed his beautiful
seven and a half inches of uncut cock and gave it a few jerks.
My breath caught in my throat and I felt my entire body go rigid. I
turned back to the wall and let the water cover me. Oh my God, now what,
I thought. I almost jumped straight up when I felt Dan's arms surround
me, his strong wet body holding me as he leaned his head on my shoulder.
"It's OK, coach," he whispered. "It's OK. I gotcha."
He hugged me tight and I felt his boner on my back.  He felt so good. His
hairy chest rubbing against my back. I could smell him, clean, fresh,
virile, sweet.
I turned my head and his lips brushed mine.
"Let's hit the steam, handsome,' he whispered. He turned off the
water, held my hand and led me the few short steps to the steam room
door.
It was ghostly quiet in the locker room. Thank goodness. The steam hissed
on as we made our way to the back bench and sat down.
"I was hoping I'd see you again today," he said. He reached behind me
and drew me under his hairy arm so my head was near his right breast.
"I always wanted to be with you, ever since I was a freshman," he said
matter of factly. "You never knew, did you?"
I tried to talk but words failed me. I took a breath and gave a little
cough.
"No. I had no idea, Dan," I said. "I never had any idea."
I paused, then asked, "Why me, of all people?  You could have anyone you
want."
He gave me a squeeze and rested his cheek on the top of my head.
"Because you're you," he said. "Plain and simple."
We sat there for a moment before he reached down and grabbed my finally
soft cock -- which hardened again instantaneously.
I groaned and let him fondle me before he bent over and inhaled my cock
to my bushy pubes, swirling his tongue around and making my whole body
shake with lust and pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, Dan!" I gasped.
He gave a few more slurps then sat up.
"Damn, coach. You taste so good," he said.
He turned toward me and thrust his hips and boner. "Want a taste?"
Did I ever!
I bent over, pulled his rigid cock away from his belly and licked the tip
where a big bead of clear syrup quivered. He moaned as I slowly slid my
mouth down his cock. I wasn't practiced and was afraid he'd feel my
teeth, but he seemed to effortlessly fill my mouth until I felt his pubes
on my nose. I didn't even gag. I had all of him inside me.
I slid back up and began mimicking what he had done to me. My mouth
filled with saliva as I savored him. He thrust his hips lightly and
rested a hand on my bobbing head.
"That's it, coach. Just like that. Just like that," he intoned.
With his other hand he slid down my back to my bum and gently caressed my
cheeks. I'd never had anyone do that to me and it was incredibly erotic.
He continued to rub my bum then slid a finger into my crack.
I gulped and pulled off his cock.
"Shhh. Just enjoy the feelings, coach," Dan said, pushing my head onto
his cock. "Let me make you feel good."
I let him guide me as he continued to pump my face and trace his fingers
around my virgin hole. It felt amazing and my cock was harder that I ever
remember it being.
When he slid his fingertip into my hole I thought I'd cum right there.
At first I pulled away from him, but he followed me and pushed in
further, making my legs shake. I groaned and pushed out as he pushed in.
Oh my God. I've never felt like this. I wanted him.
He pulled me off his cock and brought my face to his. Then he kissed me.
Passionately. Open mouthed. Writhing tongues. He held me close as we
kissed and he explored my hole with this other hand.
I groaned into his mouth and wanted more.
"Will you...." I hesitated. I sat back on his hand, momentarily still
inside my bum. I was afraid to ask.
"Do you want me to, coach?" he asked, concern and lust equally
expressed.
I almost sobbed and quickly nodded.
He held me and gently rolled me onto my back on the steam room bench,
settling atop me as we kissed again.
He arranged me, almost like a mannequin, spreading my legs and moving me
until my back was on the bench and my bum was on the edge, my legs now
supported by his arms.
He murmured something and I could see him scrutinizing my lower half. My
boner was flexing and pulsing as he leaned over and swallowed me. His
hand again found my bum and his finger touched my sensitive hole. He
pulled off my cock, spit in his hand, and returned his mouth to my cock
and his slick finger to my hole.
He slid in effortlessly and, in a daze, I realized he was touching
something inside that made me want to cum. He slid his finger back and
forth, then slid in two. The pressure increased but there was no pain.We
did this for a while and I suddenly pulled his head off my throbbing
cock.
"No! Not yet!" I yelped, so close to cumming that my cock spasmed,
jerking up and down on my belly. My balls hurt, they were so full.
"I want you ...... inside," I gasped. "Please?"
Dan merely nodded and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. I willingly
moved my body to accommodate the next level of intimacy.
He touched my hole briefly. Spit onto his hand, twice, slobbering my
sensitive hole, then sat upright, lifting me higher.
"Ready, coach? He asked. I merely nodded and took a deep breath as he
lined up his cock.
He tapped my hole with the head of his rigid organ, spreading his own
lube where it would do the most good. Then he slowly, ever so slowly,
slid his head into my hole.Then he paused
I had never felt anything like it, I felt full but it didn't hurt. In
fact, I wanted more. All of it.
With my legs around his waist, I drew him into me. My mouth open with
sheer joy, my eyes half closed in pure pleasure. I held him there as I
got used to having him in me. I've never felt so good.
I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me. I smiled and gave a little
smooch with my lips. "Oh, Dan," I gasped. "I never thought...". Words
failed me and I rocked my hips around his rod.
His eyebrows shot up and he automatically thrust into mw. I liked that. I
rolled again and this time he pulled out part way and pushed in harder
and deeper. Then he picked up his pace and began rhythmically fucking me.
I was in a daze. "So this is what it's like to get fucked," I
pondered.
"I can't believe this is happening," I thought. Or did I say to aloud?
"Oh, yeah, it's happening, coach," he said breathlessly as he pushed
in and out of my responsive body.
We went on like this for a few minutes, oblivious to anything other than
our rutting. I was very hard and experiencing feelings I had never had.
Suddenly, I realized I was about to cum. My body went rigid and I cried
out as my cock spewed enormous amounts of sperm all over my belly, neck,
chest, face, the bench. It was everywhere.
I looked up and Dan's chest was covered, too. When I looked into his
eyes, I saw pure desire. He bore into me with his eyes. Then his eyes
rolled back and his cock went rigid.
I felt it spasm inside me. I felt so full. And fulfilled.
He gasped and collapsed on top of me, sweaty torso convulsing as I
wrapped my arms around him. We grasped each other in sheer exhaustion and
joy.
He slowly sat up and gave a little laugh.
"Wow," he smirked.
I nodded back.
"Yeah.... Wow," I murmured, suddenly aware of our vulnerable state.
He gently pulled out and there was a slurp and quick pop as his
still-hard hard on left my body.
"Oh my God,' I groaned. My mind raced but I wanted this again. And
again.
I stood on shaky legs and realized his sperm was running down my legs. I
glanced quickly, almost afraid. No blood. No poop. Just Dan.
I smiled.
"We better get cleaned up," I suggested. He nodded, took my hand and
stopped at the steam room door. Gesturing for me to stop, he opened the
door, glanced out and then nodded. The coast was clear.
We quickly showered again next to each other. Little was said. There
wasn't a need to talk. Well, there was, but this was not the time or
place. We could hear others in the locker room now. Whew, that was close.
We dressed and chatted briefly about holiday activities and walked to our
cars. Just a couple of guys after a workout. Some workout.
I went to shake his hand but he wrapped me into a bro hug and thumped my
back.
"See you around, coach," he said.
"Yeah, later, Dan. Good to see you again," I responded.
I opened my door and sat down, looking for my keys.
He leaned in the door and said," My folks are away for a few weeks. On a
cruise somewhere warm. I have the house to myself. Just thought you
should know."
Then he turned and walked to his own car and drove away.
Damn. I was hard again.

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