Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 20:44:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: M David <abcd94114@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steam Room Surprise

It had been one of those bad break ups. You know the kind; they leave you a
little stunned and really numb. I decided to channel my energy into
something positive. Instead of hooking up with every available guy who'd
have me, I would mend my broken heart by getting back into shape. I figured
if I would soon be re-entering the singles scene, I might as well look
good. Also, after spending the past five years focused on someone else, it
was time to focus on someone more important: me. I'd always been a
small-framed guy at 5'10 and 155 lbs being my normal weight without
exercise. I think being Filipino, in my late 20s, and having a modicum of
good luck helped to keep my weight down. 

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Today, it has been six months into my triumphant return to the Y in San
Francisco. In that time, I have focused on weights to tire myself out
quickly. I also pushed myself to force me to focus on the weight and not my
heart break. My body had transformed itself. My lack of appetite with the
weight training created a really defined body. My pecs and shoulders were
huge (for me) and you could see an eight-pack. My butt was round and firm
and my full calves completed the package. 

I was at the gym very early in the morning because this evening is my
brother's wedding. I don't want to smite his happiness because I am really
excited for him. It was more the looks of pity and the questions during the
wedding shower, bachelor party, and rehearsal dinner, that got under my
skin. I smiled through it all though, explaining I would be sans date for
the wedding. My brother said he would keep an empty seat next to me, just
in case... It was all OK, I was more than OK. 

If I really think about it though, I am not OK. Luckily for me, at that
moment, all I can think about is the dumbbell about to crash on my head
unless I push up. 

Accident free, I return the dumbbell, enjoying the end of my workout. It's
only 9 a.m. so I decide to steam. I need to make sure I have a good shave
to go along with my fresh haircut and my recently fixed unibrow -- a gift
to my brother's soon-to-be wife who wants perfect wedding photos.

I don't mean to but, on my way to the showers, I catch the eye of a guy
sitting on a tiled bench. He is red in the face and looks a little pissed
as we make eye contact. He is handsome in a rugged way. He looks like a
lumberjack with blonde hair and a full beard. Moving on, I enter an open
shower stall and enjoy the hot water all over my body. Naturally smooth, my
cock tingles a little when I go over my nipples and touch my smooth hole
with soapy fingers.

I throw my towel over my shoulder and head to the steam room. All alone, I
soak in the steam. My eyes are closed and I hear the door open and someone
sit pretty close to me. The place is empty, give me my space, I think. I
open my eyes and there's the lumberjack. He doesn't look angry as we make
eye contact again. I close my eyes again as I notice the steam hasn't
clouded up the room in the past few minutes. 

I open my eyes after a minute or two and turn to the lumberjack who is
still next to me, "Did you steal all the steam?"

He smiles a beautiful smile at my corny joke. "It's got to be around here
somewhere. How do you think we should look for it?"

I stand, leaving my towel behind. He follows me across the small room and
we look at the steam spout. I turn and leave, grabbing my water bottle
without a word. I fill it at the water fountain. I walk back in and the
lumberjack looks pissed again but seemingly lights up the next
moment. Funny the things you notice when you pay attention. In any event,
there's a temperature censor that I douse with water, and then sit back
down on my towel.

"Good thinking," he says.

"Thanks, let's see if it actually works."

Magically, the spout sputters to life and we gradually are engulfed in
steam. 

"Huzzah," I say. 

"You're a magician," he counters.

"You got me. I'm actually not even really here. That's how magical I am," I
joke.

"That would be a shame," he says thoughtfully.

I smile, maybe even blush.

The angry lumberjack now has my full attention. I'm rusty at all this
flirting so I ask, "How was your work out -- what's your name by the way?"

"Peter. You?"

"Paul," I say, without blurting out the fact that we have two Marys
here. "And your work out?"

"Good, I am on a rugby team and we had practice early this morning. I'm a
little sore so I thought I would steam for a little."

"No wonder you look so sturdy, Peter." I put my hand on his muscular upper
thigh, rubbing it a little. "I bet you don't have to work out for this and
I go to the gym regularly to beef up. Not fair"

"Whatever, this is what I am working for," he says as his hands rub my
stomach up and almost-all-the-way down to my pubes. I gasp a little as I
feel his touch.

"I think you are pretty handsome just the way you are," I say breathy and
he smiles. His resting face seems to be a natural scowl, which, don't get
me wrong, is hot, but when his face softens and he smiles, he looks like
one of the most handsome men I've come across. He seems like he wants to
say something as his hand returns to his side, but he just stays quiet. I'm
trying not to chub up. I'm not sure why. Maybe I am trying to keep this
steam room flirtation as far on the up-and-up as I can.

So much for that. 

In walks Harrison, towel draped around his neck. I actively avoid
Harrison. In my very early single days, I would sit next to him in this
steam room and he would snake his hand behind me and massage my hole. It
was hot, I guess. He is hot, too, in a "khaki shorts, boating shoes, popped
collar" kind of way. I just wasn't in the mood before. Right now though, I
am feeling horny, not for Harrison though. 

Harrison sits to my other side, really close to me. There is so much sexual
tension in the room. Part of me wants to get on all fours in front of Peter
and suck him off while Harrison bangs my hole bareback. Maybe three other
guys can walk in on us, two taking a nipple in their mouth and one taking
my cock... Looks like that dam of pent up sexual frustration has
crumbled. My hole twitches at the fantasies swirling through. There is a
competing thought in my mind as well. I actually want to get to know Peter
as a person, not just a hot cock. Now a third, more realistic thought
forms: What relationships start in a steam room?

Harrison looks over at me and smiles. He then looks over my shoulder at
Peter then back at me with a lustful gaze. Harrison's hand starts to snake
behind me. Peter eyes it. In my nervousness, I blurt out, "Are we going to
do this?"

As I say this, Peter stands up to leave, mumbling something I cannot
understand. This is too much drama for a gym steam room I think, but I
don't have anywhere to be until noon so I go with it, and follow Peter
out. I enter a shower stall across the one from him. Peter isn't making eye
contact. 

"Hey," I say louder than I think I should or would. Reflexively, he looks
up. I say quietly, almost mouthing, "He's really aggressive. He needs to
read the room a little better."

"You sure you don't want to go back in there," he asks.

I nod and he smiles.

We both turn off our showers and towel off. He whispers to me, "It's really
silly. I have a crush on you and I've been trying to get your attention for
months. I can't believe how jealous and disgusted I got of that other
dude. Am I crazy?"

"No, but you do realize that I'm real and not something made up in your
mind. Right? I was kidding in the steam room, me being a magical, you know?
You might not even like the real me."

Ignoring my nervous rambling, he asks, "Can I take you out to lunch?

"How about coffee? My brother's getting married today. He said he was
sleeping in until noon and I have to meet him then."

"Big day."

"Indeed, a special day." We both smile. We decide to meet out front
after we both get dressed. 

It's been a while since I have felt this giddy about a prospective
romance. I do really want to take it slow and get to know this guy, try to
fall in love again. At the same time, I want to feel his cock in my hole
in a really cheap and slutty way. 

When it's a race between the heart and the cock, the cock will always
win. As I exit, I see him standing there. Nice bulge is what I am
thinking. So, with confidence I look him right in the eye and say, "I
have six months of pent up sexual frustration that I need to unleash. I
want to get to know you, but I don't think I can concentrate when all I
want to do is ride your cock. I want to do this." I look down at his
growing bulge.

His eyes get wide as I speak and he says, "OK, let's go." He was almost
running as we made our way to the Embarcadero. 

"Where are we going?" We round the corner and he looks off in the distance.

"We're going to my place where I am going to pound your hole. You want
it. I want to give it to you. I want to make love to that hole with my
mouth then fuck you in every position. Then, and only then, will finally
get coffee with me." He throws his hands up in the air in mock surrender.

I move in and passionately kiss him as we walk to his car. A short drive
later, we are in one of the Soma high rises: The Infinity Towers with their
wavy glass walls. I'm glad we make it there safely because we can't keep
our hands off each other during the thankfully short drive. 

"You live here so let's keep it clean until we get to your apartment," I
say in all seriousness. If this might be more than a one-time thing, I
don't want to be "that" guy.

After the longest elevator ride and hallway walk, we make it into his
apartment. We look at each other for a moment and then rip the clothes off
the other, kissing passionately. His soft lips move along mine while his
beard tickles my smooth face. With both of us naked, his hands move to my
nipples while kissing me. I moan in his mouth and he tweaks them harder.

"Is this what you wanted," he asks while pinching my nipples and moving his
thumb and index fingers in circles.

I just keep moaning. He tells me to get on all fours with my knees on the
edge of the sofa, and elbows on the sofa back. In front of me was a big
window overlooking the Bay, AT&T Park and the East Bay in the
distance. Next to the window is a large mirror. I push my butt out,
wiggling it, inviting him in. I see him in the mirror looking at my ass and
then looking up and catching my eye in the mirror. He smacks my ass, hard
enough to leave a mark for a few minutes, and then runs a finger up and
down my hole. I push my ass back again to meet his finger. I can hear his
breathing and concentration, Then his hand is gone and I look up in the
mirror.

"We need supplies," and with that he bounds away only to come back quickly
with everything we need.

Among other things, he has poppers. I take a long draw in one nostril then
the other, letting my head spin and feeling my body flush and tingle. He
slaps my ass again and as I flinch, he drives into my hole with his
tongue. At first it is flat and licking the length of my crack and then he
makes his tongue hard and points it right into my rosebud.

"That feels so good. Your tongue is so hot. Fucking hot lumberjack eating
my hole. I'm all yours."

With his tongue inside of me, I feel his fingers reach out toward my
nipples. Once between his index fingers and thumbs again, he really starts
massaging them. My nipples are hard-wired to my hole and cock. I feel my
hole open up to him and my cock start drizzling pre-cum. As I take another
hit of poppers I look into the mirror and see a moaning slut with a face
contorted in pleasure. 

I turn around and stand up, taking him by the hand and make him lie down on
the floor. I straddle his face. I sit on it and feel his tongue back on my
hole and his beard tickling my ass. He reaches up and rubs my nipples,
tweaking them again and again, as I moan like a bitch in heat. I lean
forward until I can get his cock in my mouth as he is eating out my ass. I
feel his eight inches in the back of my throat and I massage the head of
his cock. It makes him go into overdrive. Slapping the sides of my ass and
going double-time with his tongue. 

He throws me off of him and his looks at me with crazed eyes. " I have to
be inside of you. I want to feel my cock deep inside your smooth, tight
hole."

I ask, out of breathe, "How do you want me?"

He looks around wildly. "On all fours, in front of that mirror. I want to
penetrate you as deep as I can, but I want to see your face as I lose my
cock in your hole."

I assume the position, ass in the air, chest down. I can see him behind me
greasing up his cock. He sticks a finger in me, and I moan.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Fuck yeah. I can't wait to have your cock inside of me."

I feel a second finger in me. I haven't been fucked in a while but it feels
so good. All the pressure, being stretched. "Fuck me," I moan. "Line up
your cock to my hole and go in, in one thrust. I want you to feel you
penetrate me." I take the poppers and again, take two long draws, feeling
their power in seconds.

Peter takes his fat, eight-inch cock and as instructed lines it up and
thrusts it into me. It feels amazing to have this hot piece of cock inch
into my well-prepared hole. I become silent mid-moan because it feels so
good as Peter bottoms out and I feel his pubes tickle my ass cheeks.

The silence worries Peter. "Uh oh, are you OK?!"

"Mmm, better than OK," I moaned as I move forward until the head of his
cock is the only thing left in my hole. I push back on his cock, impaling
myself on it. Taking that as permission, Peter grab my hips and starts long
smooth strokes in and out of me. 

"Your ass feels so good. It's so tight. It's like your ass is jacking my
cock off, massaging it. You are so fucking hot." I meet each and
everyone of his thrusts. I want to be an active partner in this fuck
session. 

I see a bench and tell him I want to switch positions. I want to take
advantage of all my weight training. I move the bench in front of the
mirror and sit him down. I straddle him, facing the mirror as well, with my
back to against his chest. I put my hands on his muscular quads and push up
so that only thing keeping me up is my arms. As lift myself up, I tell him
to insert his cock into me.

When he realizes what I am doing, he says, "Oh fuck. Fuck yourself on my
cock." With my arms, I raise and lower myself on his cock, impaling
myself. I feel his cock head massage my prostate, which feels full of
cum. It feels so good. He runs his hands all over my arms, chest and
nipples. I see him watching me in the mirror and I put on a show, really
getting into riding his cock. Up and down. Up and down. You can see in the
mirror the length of his cock disappear in my hole.

"I have to see your face, not just a reflection," he says. Perfect timing,
not sure how long I could have kept my arms going. I jump off his cock and
he lays me down on the bench and throws my legs over his shoulder. He lines
up his cock again and pushes in easily. He develops another worried look
on his face. 

"What," I say.

"I don't want to cum right now. Don't move."

I tighten and loosen my muscles around his cock, teasing him. His face
contorts. "Stop."

Not wanting the fucking to end, I oblige him. He gathers himself, and with
slow, long strokes, starts fucking me again. He picks up the pace and is
really pounding my hole. He reaches under my back and moves in to kissing
me, while pistoning in and out of my ass. He lifts me up and I hold on
tightly as he stands, and we kiss while his cock goes deeper and deeper in
me. My cock is trapped between both our stomachs, rubbing against our
bodies as he bounces me up and down on his cock. I am holding on tightly to
his neck and his arms and cock are supporting my weight.


The friction between our bodies is too much. I feel it starting in my
prostate. I'm going to cum. I open my mouth to say something, but no words
come out. It's too late. I shoot spurt after spurt of cum between us. As he
feels my orgasm from the inside, I feel his cock twitch within me. He yells
out as I ride his cock the best I can to make his orgasm as intense as
possible. We are covered in cum, and he is still standing as he yells out
his orgasm, and I feel his cock twitch inside of me.

After a moment, he sets me down on the bench and lays on the floor where I
soon join him, nuzzling his chest. We lay there quietly for a few minutes,
trying to catch our breathe.

After a few minutes of silence, he asks, "Are you fucking kidding me?" We
both laugh. "And you were about to unleash all that on that douche bag at
the gym. Glad I pulled you away from him."

"Ha, I followed you like a puppy dog. No pulling." I kiss him and he kisses
back sweetly. 

We break and now he is nuzzling my chest. He sighs, "That was so hot.
Usually when I cum, I want to run away right after, but there's something
about you that makes me happy to be right where I am. But you know what
would make me even happier right now." He stares at me expectantly.

I smile and say, "Well, we still have time for coffee. Let's keep the fun
going."

We get cleaned up and stumble to Starbuck's where we continue our
flirtatious banter. With my time to leave approaching, I ask him what he is
doing that night...

###

Five years later, I am happy to report we are still together and going
strong.