Date: 26 Mar 1995 15:05:56 GMT
From: Dr John Dawson <john@rabancourt.co.uk>
Subject: Steam Supreme (m/m/m n/c)
STEAM SUPREME by John Dawson 1995
Dave hitched his rather small towel more tightly round his waist and
made his way carefully across the large steamy room. The floor was
slippery, and his bare feet on the wet concrete gave him little grip. He
had found breathing in the hot damp atmosphere quite difficult at first,
but after resting for a while had begun to enjoy the feeling of great
beads of sweat rolling off his body. The salty drops made his eyes
sting, so he wiped across his forehead with an equally sweaty forearm.
Strong musky odours from his armpit assailed his nostrils. He sniffed
himself appreciatively, the sexy man-smell making his towel rise a little.
Because it was mid-afternoon, he wasn't surprised to find himself the
only man in the steam-room. The receptionist, an insolent and knowing
boy who looked about twelve, leered suggestively as he handed Dave his
towel and ticket and told him that "the action" didn't usually start
until men from the local offices finished work at 5.30 or 6 o'clock.
Then he proceeded to make a series of suggestions as to what he and Dave
could do to while away the time. Clearly he was *much* older than
twelve, or he had had a very good teacher. Dave had no interest at all
in this unpleasant youth, though the thought of some of the things he
might be able to indulge in later caused a sudden spasm of lust.
This was his first visit to a Turkish bath. His lover Sean (his
*ex*-lover, Dave corrected himself carefully) had not approved of such
places, so Dave's education was incomplete. Friends had recounted lurid
tales of the goings-on in various Turkish baths and saunas around the
world, and even if he discounted half of what they *said* they did
there, the rest sounded like just the sort of fun he needed at the moment.
Sean might have disapproved of the casual anonymous sex which went on in
Turkish baths, but when he brought home a young man whose name he didn't
know (and wouldn't say where they had met), demanded that they all join
in a threesome, and then got bored with Dave and told him to go and
sleep in the spare room, it seemed the last straw.
Dave was usually a very mild man, but something snapped, and he stormed
around the room turning Sean's clothes out of drawers and cupboards,
then told Sean and his "friend" to leave his house. Sean's nameless new
lover just lay there on the bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat, waving
his erection in the breeze, until Dave slapped his face hard with one
hand and his cock with the other, after which he realised that Dave
meant business. When they had left, Dave felt a strange mixture of
emptiness and freedom, and quite enjoyed the sensation of sleeping in a
large double bed all on his own for once.
The steam-room was built in an L-shape, with some open-fronted showers
at the angle of the L. At the far end of the room was a series of wooden
slatted benches which formed a sort of high staircase for customers to
relax on. Dave spread out his towel on the highest bench and tried to
find a comfortable position to sit or lie down. He discovered that the
slats were so far apart that most positions were very uncomfortable;
finally he settled for lying on his front, with his head resting on his
arms on the towel. As he wriggled around to position himself, his cock
and balls slipped between two of the slats and hung down in the gap
below the bench. Beads of sweat from his crotch dripped steadily from
the end of his foreskin as he drifted off to sleep.
He awoke to a very strange sensation: someone was licking just the very
end of his tool, catching each salty droplet of sweat in his mouth as it
formed there. Dave's body had obviously begun to react to this
stimulation before he woke, because he had the beginnings of a very
satisfactory erection. He tried to look between the slats to see who was
there, but it was too dark down below, so he decided just to lie there
and enjoy these feelings. As he became more erect, the mouth became more
insistent, sucking in his tip until his foreskin rolled back, and then
tonguing his frenum vigorously until he was gasping with the sensation.
After a while, the mouth was replaced by two hands, one of which gripped
round the base of his cock and balls while the other wanked his tool
gently. By this time, Dave was overwhelmed in a sea of lusty thoughts
and feelings, and began to moan quietly. He was getting close to coming
when the stimulation stopped. Disappointed, he lay there with his eyes
closed, wondering what was going to happen next, his cock throbbing to
the pulse of his heartbeat.
Suddenly, grasping fingers reached through the slats and gripped his
sweaty nipples tightly. Dave let out a strangled cry of pain and lust,
and his tool felt as if it would explode. The fingers pinched, rolled,
and caressed his most sensitive features until they were miniature
mountains pointing downwards from his chest. His left tit was seized by
what felt like a strong nipple clamp, followed immediately by another on
his right side, and the pain sent a hot flush through his wracked body.
He tried to raise his chest a little to see who was beneath him, but
discovered that the two nipple clamps were joined by a tight chain which
held him firmly down to the wooden slats.
Hands and mouth began to assault his rigid cock again, and fingers
encircled his ballsack, stretching it downwards until it was almost
painful. Then something firm and slippery was placed round the base of
his balls, and he recognised the sensation of a leather ball-stretcher.
He became even harder instantly, and tried to shift his weight on the
uncomfortable bench, but found that the leather round his balls was also
holding them clamped firmly underneath the wood. A slight feeling of
panic arose in him as he realised that he was now helpless; at the same
time he felt so sexy that he was ready to submit to the inevitable.
Heavy weights were attached to his nipple clamps and ball-stretcher,
producing a strong burning sensation which made him gasp as they swung
around beneath his restrained body. A slippery hand began to wank him
rhythmically, sending shudders of delight coursing through his sweaty
frame. But again as he reached the point of no return this stimulation
stopped, and his unseen assailant just set the weights in motion so that
fiery stabs of pain fuelled his lust.
When Dave heard a noise in the room behind him, he looked round as best
he could from his somewhat fixed position and saw a handsome well-built
bear of a man, his thick chest hair matted with beads of sweat. His wild
mane of reddish hair continued round his face in a very full beard and
on down to join his body fur. He was naked, and his half-hard cock rose
from his bush at a tempting angle. In one hand he carried a short
leather strap and in the other a butt-plug of such a size that Dave
gasped involuntarily at the thought of it.
He gasped even more loudly when the strap whistled down and cracked
across his buttocks, raising a long red weal. Again and again the
leather fell, criss-crossing his sensitive behind until each stroke
caused him to cry out. Caught between overwhelming sensations of lust
and pain, Dave felt his cock swell into the uncontrollable spasms of a
fantastic orgasm, just as a warm wet mouth engulfed the head of his tool
to slurp down his salty outpourings. A bellow of satisfaction was forced
from his throat as each spurt of spunk was eagerly received by the
waiting mouth below.
The heat and the intensity of his orgasm made him almost pass out, but
the pain in his tits and balls and from his red-hot ass remained. Dave
gritted his teeth and hoped that he would now be released so that he
could join in the fun more equally. But it was not to be. His whipping
master began lightly to caress Dave's tender buns with both hands,
stroking sweat from the small of his back on to his buttocks to ease the
throbbing pain. As he saw Dave relax and begin to enjoy this massage,
the man gradually moved his thumbs inwards between his cheeks until with
each movement his asshole was lubricated with sweat.
The other man below had not been idle during this. First he cleaned off
the remains of Dave's spunk from his now softened tool with his long
warm tongue and continued down his shaft to lick and suck his nuts. Dave
was so sensitive following his great coming that he writhed around to
try to escape the violent tickling sensation which accompanied the
tongue's journey round his cockhead, but this caused the chain to pull
sharply on his nipple clamps and reminded him that he was still
effectively strapped in position by his chest and his balls.
Once again the slightly painful feelings, coupled with the massage and
the licking, began to rouse Dave from his post-orgasmic state, and his
cock rapidly swelled to full erection, finding a willing home in the
skilled mouth and throat of the lower man. Dave's tortured body began to
shake with the continued stimulation, but there was to be no respite.
The massager had by now inserted one slippery thumb deep into Dave's
ass, and continued to slide his other hand over and between his cheeks.
Gradually his other thumb came alongside the first one, and glided
inside with only token resistance from the well-used sphincter. A groan --
pain? -- pleasure? -- from Dave as he did his best to relax his tight hole.
Suddenly both thumbs were removed, leaving his asshole open to the air,
but not for long. The head of the enormous butt-plug began to probe into
his insides, and he pushed upwards trying to open up more to ease the
pressure. He didn't think he had *ever* taken such a large object before
-- certainly no cock fucking his willing ass had been so huge. Bit by
bit the conical butt-plug stretched his hole wider, until he was sure he
couldn't cope with any more and bit his towel hard to keep himself from
screaming. Just when he was about to beg the man to stop, the widest
part was reached, and his sphincter gratefully relaxed on to the neck of
the butt-plug, forcing the whole length of it even further inside him,
the widest part pressing hard against his prostate.
Suddenly, without warning, all the pain turned to pleasure. His ass
contracted rhythmically round the warm rubber sides of the butt-plug,
causing it to massage his prostate gently from inside. The man below him
set the nipple weights swinging, reminding Dave of just how sensitive
his tits were, and buried Dave's cock deep in his mouth while pulling on
his ball-weight. The scream of pain which had been building up earlier
now emerged as a scream of outright pleasure and he gushed geysers of
hot spunk into the waiting mouth, the contractions of his ass round the
neck of the butt-plug only adding to the incredibly powerful spasms.
Dave passed out -- sated with sensory overload.
When he surfaced he found that the nipple clamps and ball-stretcher had
been removed, leaving a legacy of pins and needles as the blood returned
to long-compressed parts of his body. Gratefully he rolled over on to
his back, and looked straight up at the crotch of the whip-man, who was
now standing over him, wanking his beautiful cock slowly, making it drip
pre-cum on to Dave's chest.
"Are you ready for this, now?" a deep voice with an attractive Scottish
accent enquired.
"Depends what you intend doing with it!" Dave retorted, smiling.
"Well, you can have it in your mouth or in your ass -- it's your choice."
"I'm greedy -- I want both. But I've still got this huge butt-plug in
me. Let me take it out before we get started."
The Scot replied, "Go ahead then -- take it out, but stay open for me."
Dave drew his knees up to his chin and tried to relax to let the
butt-stretching device out. At last he managed it, and the plug came out all
in a rush, followed noisily by compressed fart. It was like shitting
tennis balls, he thought, surprised at his own flexibility. He felt his
hole carefully, but there seemed to be no damage.
"Right, *now* I'm ready for you. Kneel down."
The Scottish bear knelt down with his legs on the outside of Dave's,
wafting a strong heady odour of sweat from his beautiful furry chest.
Dave sat up and in a single movement buried the outstandingly fine cock
deep in his throat. Even the experienced whip-man gasped in amazement at
this feat -- most men needed to take their time over swallowing his huge
member. He gasped even more as Dave managed to swallow, suck, and lick
all at the same time, while squeezing his balls rhythmically. After only
a couple of minutes of this, a strangled cry of delight and ecstasy
signalled total surrender to his expert sucker, and ropes of thick sperm
shot into Dave's welcoming throat and mouth.
When the Scot's legs began to shake with tension and he tried to pull
out his shrinking cock, Dave grabbed his ass-cheeks firmly with both
hands and held him in place while his skilled tongue roused his tool to
full erection again. This time it was the Scot's turn to feel pain and
pleasure combined -- the pleasure of arousal and the pain of being
aroused while he was still too sensitive from coming.
The condom from Dave's waterproof pouch was a tight fit on the great
slick prick, as was his ass round the plunging latex-covered plaything.
Having come just a few minutes earlier, the red-head was in a mood to
take his time, and he ploughed into the hollow created by the butt-plug
for what seemed like ecstatic hours. Although not as thick as the
butt-plug had been, this magnificent cock was quite a lot longer, and
massaged all the most sensitive areas of Dave's insides until his own
tool was throbbing violently and leaking pre-cum again. Dave usually had
to use his hand to help himself to orgasm while being fucked, but this
Scot was so skilful that he soon felt the tell-tale stirrings and
pumpings which signalled the beginning of his orgasm, without his cock
being touched at all.
Recognising the signs of Dave's impending third orgasm, the Scot thrust
as deep as possible inside him, and just held it there, only the pulsing
of his cock reminding Dave that he was still firmly impaled. His
nipples, still extremely sensitive from the earlier workout, were
licked, sucked, and nibbled until his whole body seemed to consist just
of sensation. He was so turned on by this tit-play that he almost felt
he might come with this stimulation alone, but his partner was a very
experienced lover and stopped well before the critical point.
A third man now joined them -- evidently the one who had been sucking
Dave's cock down below, if the evidence of streaks of cum in his short
fair beard were anything to go by. He was slim and wiry, shorter than
the Scottish giant, but matted all over his chest and belly with curly
ginger-tinged fair hair, which continued down to form a considerable
bush around his beautiful circumcised cock and tight balls.
He knelt down facing the Scot over Dave's face, with his legs holding
down Dave's arms and resting his balls on Dave's lips. Without
hesitation Dave eagerly sucked the whole taut sack into his mouth and
tongued it vigorously. The two men above him kissed passionately, which
made the Scotsman's tool throb intensely inside Dave until he thought
that one of them must surely explode soon.
The third man moved back slightly and tilted Dave's chin upwards so that
his throat was in a straight line and slid his rigid cock sensuously
into Dave's mouth all the way to the hilt. With his airway filled with
cock, and heavy balls resting on his nose, Dave could scarcely breathe,
and each time he did so a superb rich waft of sexy man-smell tickled his
senses. The Scot withdrew his tool until only the very tip was resting
in the crack of Dave's ass, then gripped Dave's hips firmly and slid the
whole fantastic package slowly but surely right back into the pleasure
cave. At the same time the man sitting on his face gripped both of his
nipples firmly and pulled, while smothering Dave's mouth and nose with
his furry thighs and bum.
Somewhere in a distant part of him Dave felt a pulsing build up and it
spread steadily but inexorably until his whole body was throbbing with
lust and his cock, untouched, was leaking rivers of pre-cum. Unable to
breathe at all because of the flesh pressed onto his face, Dave felt as
if he were drowning, but it was such a sexy feeling that he didn't want
it to end. Convulsed by the fantastic feelings and his need to breathe,
his back arched right off the bench, thrusting his immensely hard cock
futilely into the air.
The two other men watched, fascinated, as the spasms and pulses fought
their way up the shaft of Dave's cock until its head was purple and
straining. Despite his lack of breath Dave began to wail as best he
could round the tool embedded in his throat and suddenly he was there. A
spout of brilliant white cum exploded from his slit and flew high into
the air, splashing all three men liberally on its way down. More and more
outpourings coated his cock liberally with scented juice and ran down over
his balls and onto his ass to lubricate the way even more for the Scot.
The pressure on his nose and throat eased as the cock in his mouth
retreated gradually, allowing him to take in great gulps of air. The man
started jacking off over Dave's face, each drip of pre-cum feeling like
a fiery needle on his skin. Dave reached up with both hands and pulled
the hairy nipples above him hard, causing the man to groan and beat his
meat faster.
The Scot, meanwhile, began to fuck Dave in earnest, driving his hot rod
right in and right out of Dave's tight and throbbing hole. Dave started
to squirm with discomfort -- after all he had just experienced his third
outpouring of the evening -- but the Scot was prepared for this and knew
exactly what to do. Scooping up as much of Dave's own cum as possible,
the Scot smothered Dave's hot tool with cum and began to wank him really
hard while continuing his thrusting. Dave yelled in pain, but his body
betrayed him and began a rapid build-up to another plateau of sensation.
Suddenly the man jacking off over his face paused, teetering on the
brink of his own orgasm, his face wracked into a grimace by the
intensity of his feelings. All it took was for Dave to roll each large
nipple between his thumb and fingers. The man screamed, thrust forwards,
and sprayed his seed over the chests of the two men and Dave's face.
Dave *knew* that he couldn't possibly come for a fourth time so quickly,
but nobody had told his body this fact, and with a groan he let loose a
violently pulsating orgasm into the hand of the man wanking him, adding
his considerable outpourings to the lubrication already round his cock
and balls.
The contractions of Dave's ass muscles as he came were too much for the
Scot. With a muffled groan he leaned forward onto Dave's chest,
spreading rich sperm between their bodies, thrust deeply inside, and let
out a tremendous bellow of satisfaction and lust as his spasms filled the
condom with love-cream. At last the three men, deeply satisfied, totally
sweaty and covered with spunk, and breathing hard, relaxed into a friendly
heap, holding each other and kissing whatever body part was nearest.
"Same time, same place, next week?" the Scot asked with a smile.
"You bet!" replied Dave enthusiastically, yet as he said this he did
wonder if he would have recovered from his four-orgasm marathon by the
following week. Once again his body began to show him its true
capabilities, and his handsome cock swelled into that delicious
hard-soft state, holding the promise of things to come.
It would be a *long* week!
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Stories by John Dawson JLD1@cus.cam.ac.uk
Encounter (experimental prose-poem; erotic)
Furry (fur, fantasy, masturbation; erotic)
Gayday (short poem; not erotic)
Spaghetti Junction (mild; really a love story)
On the Internet (erotic)
Doing the Ton (motorbikes, leather, toys; erotic)
Cease-Fire (mild; really a love story)
In Praise of One-Night Stands (short article - not erotic)
Steam Supreme (erotic)
Privacy and the Internet (short article - not erotic; not finished)