From: banker1 <banker1@ix.netcom.com>
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

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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.