Date: Tue, 8 May 2001 00:34:34 EDT
From: Beanedc@aol.com
Subject: The Secret World of Men

Any man who is aroused by the faint smell of chlorine diluted into
humid air and slick tiles under his feet knows what I am writing about.
The secret world of men, a world hidden from women, where men can be at
ease, and enjoy the manly pleasures which they would other wise be
denied.  The Romans understood it, the Arabs and Greeks still do.  Some
say the Greeks invented it.  The following is a revelation of that
secret world.

The men who came to the steam room could be divided into two types,
those who came to enjoy themselves, and those who came to enjoy other
men.  There was a young man, who called himself Peter who was of the
former type.  He was dark-haired, and very handsome.  He was well over
six feet tall, with a trim, athletic body.  He had aristocratic
features, and carried himself like a man who came from a very
respectable background.  He was probably a graduate student at the
university, or well placed in business.  He came to the steam room to
show off in front of other men.  He would parade in through the door
with an arrogant smile on his well shaped face.  His naked body was
like a Greek statue come to life.  His large cock hung over the round,
tight basket of his balls like a plump sausage.  Any man would have
been proud to own such a cock, and Peter was no exception.  Women may
have been able to satisfy his sexual needs, he showed no interest in
other men for that purpose, but his ego still required the
gratification which could only another man could give him.  He would
sit on a bench with his legs apart and smile as other men looked him
over approvingly, often jealously.  The longer men stared at him, and
the more men there were staring at him, the more aroused he would
become.  His cock would harden with out being touched, growing to a
length and girth so impressive that it was hard to imagine it's equal.
Certainly there were many men who could match him for size, or for
beauty, but few would could present both, and fewer who were as
handsome over all.  Indeed his size was made more impressive by virtue
of the fact that his cock was shaped with the same undeniable beauty as
his face.  The shaft was straight, and of a consistent thickness from
the root all the way to the base of the crown.  The crown was rounded,
fleshy and full.  It was rosy in color, but the tone was consistent
with the rest of his cock, which was it's self consistent with the
smooth even color of his entire body.

When his cock was fully hard, which meant he had gathered a good sized
crowd of admirers, he would stretch his long muscular legs, and slowly
slide his right hand down his smooth flat well toned stomach toward his
rigid cock.  His hands were impressively large.  It was not hard to
imagine him having to put unusual amounts of effort into buying gloves.
Yet, his hands were not so large that his cock did not over fill them
when it was hard.  When he grasped his cock at the base, it would
extend past his fist further than many men's cocks extend from the
root.  It was a sight any man would be proud to display.  Like a
peacock spreading his tail, or a baboon exposing his fangs, Peter would
show off his cock.  Women, who are more moved by the depths of a man's
emotions than they are the depths of his penetrations, could not
appreciate fully what Peter had between his legs, or express their
appreciation in ways which could move him.  Peter's cock was meant to
impress other men, for only another man would pay it the proper respect
and homage.  When he displayed his cock to a room of other men, other
men who were also naked, other men who could not out measure him, he
enjoyed the knowledge that he was with out question a man who stood a
cut above the others.  He would casually message his long thick toy,
with unbreakable confidence.  As he rubbed it, and squeezed it, and
polished it with the clear juice which rose from his loins and wetted
the tip, his cock would grow even more, achieving a magnificently rich
color, and becoming as strong as a steal spring.  He would sit and play
with it, sometimes becoming entirely unconcerned with his audience,
lost in the enjoyment of the unparalleled perfection of his body.
Other times he would look around at the other men in the steam room,
seeking out the voyeurs, making sure that there were other men enjoying
the opportunity to view the grand spectacle of his uncommonly handsome
cock.  He never engaged in any physical activity with any other man, or
showed any interest in doing so, but he would encourage men to sit or
stand as close as they dared and watch him as long as they wanted.  He
seem to particularly enjoy it when young men, ones who were only just
out of boyhood, would stop and stare at him with their bald jaws
hanging in amazement; or when some man who walked as though he thought
he was the biggest bull in the barn yard would look at Peter, then look
down at his own cock with a sudden disappointment on his previously
arrogant face.

Peter's other impressive quality was his remarkable staying power, and
astounding virility.  He could sit in the steam room enjoying his cock
for an hour, sometimes longer, before he would begin to climax.  It was
never clear what it was that set him off.  If it was a particular size
of audience, or a certain type of spectator, or simply the will to do
so, no man but Peter ever knew what made him come.  The sight of Peter
coming, however was enough to send every man who was watching him into
extremis.  His slim waist would begin to writhe rhythmically as his
hips hovered above the bench, on which he had been sitting, and
propelled his long stiff cock against his massaging hand in an orgasmic
dance.  With his free hand he would cradle and squeeze his round egg
size balls, or pinch his tight nipples, until with a bestial groan he
would release a thick white ribbon of jissom which would sail in to the
air and land on his tensed pectoral muscles, or sometimes his face.
This geyser spurt would be followed by more eruptions, which would arch
through the thick humid air, speckling his hard smooth torso and strong
hairy legs.  It was not uncommon for the more flamboyant men to
applaud. If his audience was appreciative enough, Peter would gain so
much satisfaction from them that he would very quickly become aroused
again, and could continue his performance for another hour, enjoying
several more equally violent climaxes before he would retire to the
showers, to wash away the salty traces of his secret pleasures.

Another man, who answered to Martin, might have seemed like the type
who came to enjoy others; but like Peter his enjoyment was entirely
narcissistic.  Martin was in the prime of manhood.  His face was
rugged, and handsome; his body sculpted by years of hard work.  He was
neither tall, nor short.  He had short sandy hair on his head and his
jaws, and more of it on his chest.  His arms were large and strong, his
hands heavy and coarse. Martin, unlike Peter, was not content to have
men admire him from afar.  Martin needed to have other men submit to
him in order to get off.  He was not terrifically choosy; he seemed to
prefer them young and pretty, but more than anything he preferred them
to be submissive and servile.

He would sit on his bench of choice and wait.  As attractive as he was,
he never had to wait long for a willing partner.  There was one young
man, who looked like a soldier even in just a towel, who approached
Martin so boldly it was hard to believe he had any notion of what he
was getting himself into.  He was top condition and wore his hair in
the military style.  His body was, never the less, slim and hairless.
Through the steam he appeared to be a fresh new recruit, but if one
drew closer one could see he had the cold fearless eyes of a veteran.
He had patriotic tattoos on his thick arms and a scar on his chin.

Martin was on his bench playing with his impressive cock as he waited
for a man to take the bait.  Martin's cock was not long, but it was
large, and very nice to look at.  When it was hard it stood straight
out from his body, as if it were supported by steel rod rather than
muscle and blood.  It's shaft was thick, and highly colored by swollen
veins, his crown was like an over ripe berry from some exotic jungle
plant, red and glistening with it's saline juices.  The Soldier walked
over to him confidently, after having watched him for some time.  He
sat down beside Martin, and with out saying a word took hold of
Martin's cock and squeezed it.  Martin grunted, the Soldier smiled.
Martin gestured toward the floor, the Soldier obeyed, dropping to his
knees and facing the older man.  Martin pushed his crotch forward, and
made his cock snap up and down with his groin muscles.  The Soldier
smiled understandingly and began to lick the salty stick.  His fat
tongue slipped up and down the shaft, and over the head, like a dog
liking a bloody bone.  His lips flapped over the knob whetting it with
his hungry mouth.  He swallowed it greedily.

Slowly a smile of perfect contentment eased it's way across Martin's
rough, handsome face.  He liked having it sucked, and no one knew how
to suck it like another man.  Women had only an objective understanding
of cock sucking, for in order to fully understand how to suck a cock
one must know how it feels to have one's cock sucked.  The Soldier
serviced Martin's cock with manic enthusiasm.  He worked Martin over
like a boy who expected to be rewarded for a job well done.  He
squeezed the fat shaft close to the root with one hand and stroked it
with the other, while he suckled the tip with his undulating tongue and
wanton lips.  His shaved head bobbed rhythmically as he milked Martin
for what seemed like well over an hour.  (Such places don't often have
clocks on the walls, which adds to the atmosphere an element of
timeless unreality like dreaming awake.)

The young Soldier held Martin on the edge of release until Martin's
face was twisted by the agony of anticipation, and his powerful body
was growing tense.  The Soldier's bright eyes flashed with coquettish
satisfaction, as he watched Martin's pleasure mounting.  At long last,
when Martin's anticipation was turning into frustration, he drove his
cock into the Soldier's face, and clamped his heavy hands on the
younger man's stubbly skull.  He groaned and growled as he emptied his
balls into the soldier's mouth.  The Soldier sat back on his haunches,
smiled and wiped his mouth.

The Soldier stood, his cock was rigidly awaiting it's reward.  He
gestured toward his fine, well-shaped appendage.  He had serviced
Martin well and expected to have the favor returned.  Martin laughed.
As far as Martin saw things he owed the Soldier nothing.  It was reward
enough to have experienced Martin's sexual prowess.  The Soldier did
not look like he agreed with Martin at all.  Indeed, the Soldier looked
like he disagreed with Martin absolutely.  The Soldier's charming smile
began to fade.

As Martin laughed at him, the Soldier took a hold of Martin's ankles
and with a quick series of deft movements, so agile one could only
expect them of a man who fought other men for his living, he threw
Martin's legs back behind his ears and turned him ass end up.  Even
when he was in the state which Nature intended, the Soldier was a very
well equipped man.  His cock was long and thin with a plump mushroom
shaped crown, and he applied it to Martin's ass with the same selfish
brutality that Martin had used with his short fat cock when he was
ramming it against the Soldier's tonsils.  Martin was a strong man, and
as much as he protested, he made no earnest effort to deny the Soldier
his reward.  In point of fact, he didn't resist the Soldier at all.

The men who came to the steam room to be fucked, watched enviously as
the Soldier ploughed virgin soil with the skill of a man who knew what
his body was designed to do.  Martin took the fucking with manly grace.
Somewhere in his mind he must have known that after having taken his
selfish pleasures from more men than could ever be counted, he had
earned his turn on the bottom.  It wasn't a long fucking, but it went
on long enough that Martin seemed to have learned why some men enjoy
nothing as much as they enjoy a good screw.  When he was ready, the
Soldier pulled his long thin cock out of Martin's ass and released a
volley of jissom, which flew from him with tremendous velocity, and
landed on Martin's face.  When it was over, the Soldier thanked Martin
with courtly courtesy, and walked off to bathe himself.

Martin did not return to the steam room after that.  Whether he went on
to another, or settled at home with a fat happy wife, I can not say.
It is safe to assume that, having been dethroned, he was not willing to
resume his post on the bench and use men with out kindness or
compassion.  The Soldier returned many times, and always had his pick
of the men who were present, having proven his ability, and his
willingness to please any man who would please him in exchange.

Peter and Martin were both men who came to the steam room to enjoy
themselves.  Both of them were, after his own taste, there to for his
own pleasure.  But what of the other type, the men who came to the
steam room to enjoy other men?  With out question the Soldier was one
of that type, although his submission came at a price.  There were
others who would surrender to, and service other men and did not expect
any thing in return.  Anthony was a man who took no pleasure in having
men submit to him.  He had learned the more subtle pleasures of
passivity, and enjoyed them with serene abandon.  He was young and
beautiful, smooth athletic body, and a pretty face.  He had thick black
hair on his head and around his cock, and large dark eyes with long
seductive lashes.  He was not the sort of man who had to wait long for
a partner in the steam room.  As soon as he entered the room men were
watching him, he had only to take his pick.  The Soldier was
particularly fond of him.

Anthony took to the Soldier right away.  The first time he saw him he
walked right over, and grabbed the Soldier by his long slim cock.  He
squeezed it with an approving smile, then took the fat head between his
full lips and began to suckle it.  The Soldier had a friend, who he
called Sam.  Sam was a strong good-looking man with reddish blonde
hair.  His cock was fat, even when it was soft.  It's crown was big and
heavy.  Sam was not as tall as most men, and he was quite lean, which
made his fat cock look even larger than it really was.  The Soldier and
Sam had been jerking each other off when Anthony went down on the
Soldier.  The Soldier continued to fondle Sam's fat handsome cock while
Anthony polished his own.  Sam did not object, before he could Anthony
had begun to service them both.  He would alternate between the two
men, sucking one while fondling the other.

Then Anthony began to focus his attentions on more exclusively on Sam,
licking and sucking him as if he cared more about having Sam's well
shaped specimen in his mouth than he did about getting Sam off.  As he
did this Anthony turned his firm beautiful ass to the Soldier, rolling
his hips, and clenching his buttocks suggestively.  The Soldier smiled
as he examined Anthony's clean rosy hole, then leaned forward and
flicked it with the tip of his powerful tongue.  Anthony's body
shivered as the Soldier licked him open.  He spread his legs, and
locked them, all the while working on Sam's cock and balls.  The
Soldier pushed his fat rosy battering ram against Anthony's ass, ass he
caressed the boys smooth body with is strong hands.  Taking hold of
Anthony's slim waist the Soldier slowly worked each inch of his long
shaft into him.  Anthony gasped, groaned and cooed; while he worshipped
Sam's cock adoringly.  The Soldier began to turn his hips in circles as
he ploughed into Anthony's ass, then drew back and sank it back in a
bit deeper.  The more he fucked him, the more Anthony relaxed, and the
more he relaxed, the more the Soldier could fuck him.  Sam watched
Anthony enjoying his cock, and smiled, as if he were not only proud of
his cock, but jealous of the pleasure Anthony took from sucking it.

After quite some time the Soldier's legs grew tired, so he sat back on
the bench and made Anthony straddle him and ride his cock.  Anthony's
cock bounced as he gyrated on top of the Soldier.  Sam stood beside
them and they took turns sucking on him, and sometimes they both sucked
him at the same time.  When Sam could no longer sustain his pleasure,
Anthony greedily took his come in his mouth.  Sam collapsed on the
bench beside them, his finely sculpted young body glistening with sweat
in the hot humid air.  The Soldier and Anthony fucked for quite some
time.  Other men approached, and Anthony sucked their cocks with the
same vigor he had attacked Sam's.  Sam stayed close by, sometimes
having another go at Anthony's jizz-hungry mouth, other times fondly
caressing his friend the Soldier.

They had Anthony on his back when the Soldier was finally ready to
climax.  Sam and another man where rubbing their cocks together over
Anthony's mouth, while he sucked at them both.  The Soldier groaned and
pulled his cock out of Anthony's ass then fired rope after rope of
thick white jissom from his swollen cock.  As he did this, the other
two were moved by the same impulse and soon the three of them were
showering Anthony with their seed.  During this moment Anthony fell
into convulsions, and his own cock hardened and spat with out being
touched.  When it was all over the men lay in an exhausted heap on the
bench, caressing and fondling one another.  It was a beautiful thing to
witness.

There is one last type of man who visits the steam room.  One which I
have not mentioned before, although I'm sure my dear readers are
wondering about them.  The last type is the type in which I myself must
be counted; for the last type are those who come to the steam room to
watch.  Having read what I have seen there, I'm sure there is no
mystery as to why we voyeurs go there.