Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2016 21:03:23 -0600
From: Charles Smythe <jasonsmythe7@gmail.com>
Subject: The Steam Room-[G-190]-part-1-of-1

The Steam Room

Part-1-of-1

I was looking forward to the next hour or so. I didn't get to Midtowne Spa
very often, so I planed on taking full advantage of the giant hot tub and
the steam room. The hot tub is as big as a small swimming pool and is built
with a grotto theme. At one end they even have a rock cave with a waterfall
cascading across the entrance.  You have to pass through the waterfall to
get into the cave but the water is warm and refreshing so it feels good.
Most people have a tendency to stop and let the water massage their tired
muscles as they enter the cave. After enjoying the hot tub I got out and
stepped over to the steam room.

As I walked into the steam room, I sensed that someone else was there.
After a moment my eyes adjusted to the fog and I saw Jack seated against
the far wall. Jack wasn't exactly a friend, just one of the guys I saw
around the spa and occasionally chatted with. His eyes were closed and his
towel was open, as he slowly stroked his cock. I was so shocked by his
seeming lack of concern about being seen, that I just stood there,
enthralled by the sight of his shapely, cut cock. It appeared to be a good
8-inches and very, VERY thick, with a huge plum shaped head. Suddenly Jack
opened his eyes and smiled. "I wondered how long it would take before you
came in here." He added, "I've been planning this little meeting for
several weeks, but I could never get the timing right."

Confused I slumped down heavily on the bench beside him. The stair step way
the seating was designed and the place he was sitting it was either beside
him or one level up over him.

Then he kind of held his cock out towards me and asked, "What do you
think?"


For a minute I was literally speechless. Then, without any hesitation I
leaned down and started to slowly lick the entire length of his shaft. With
a laugh, he pulled my head up by my chin and looked into my eyes and
obviously seeing the lust building in me. With such ferocity that I was
caught completely off-guard, Jack ripped off my towel. Wrapping his fingers
around my cock, he started slowly stroking it. He stroked it a few times
and then leaned over to guide it into his mouth. I watched as the head of
my cock disappeared between his lips and then as those lips wrapped around
my shaft. Soon he was deep-throating my hard cock. In seconds I was
powerlessly moaning, "Uugggghhhhhhh," like a little bitch.

When I exploded inside his mouth Jack kept sucking and massaging my balls
until I was completely drained in every sense of the word. I slumped back
against the wall and tried to catch my breath.

When Jack stood in front of me, I immediately looked down at his incredible
tool. The head was swollen and pre-cum was oozing out of his pee-slit and
slowly running down the length of his thick shaft. Right then I knew I
wanted him more than anything. Reaching out, I gently took his nut-sac in
my hand and pulled him closer to me.  Leaning over I started kissing his
big pre-cum coated head. Grunting, "Suck my dick you fucking faggot,"
Jack grabbed
my head and guided my mouth to his hard cock.

Opening my mouth and trying to engulf its length. The first couple of times
I tried to take his entire length it was so fat that I almost choked, but
slowly I found the right rhythm. It was incredible I could feel the creases
and veins of his cock caress my lips as my mouth bobbed up and down his
thick shaft.


"Suck harder faggot," he laughed as I noisily slurped on his salty shaft.
The taste, the feel and the scent was incredible. I was consumed by the
act. I could feel him growing in my mouth.


Holding my head tight he forced his dick down my throat until tears
streamed down my cheek as I fought my gag reflex. "Suck me bitch," he
yelled as his cock pumped into my mouth. With each passing moment, his
breathing becoming faster.


I felt his balls tighten and I knew he was close. I was tense with
anticipation. Then almost painfully he moaned, "Ooooh yeah, suck it man,
suck my cock." I forced his cock deep into my throat as he delivered all of
himself into my mouth.  "Swallow it bitch," he grunted as he cummed in my
mouth. I don't really like to swallow but things were so intense that I
gulped it down as if it were the nectar of the gods. He continued to throb
and feed my newfound hunger until his muscular thighs began to quiver. He
pulled away and slumped back down next to me, leaning back, exhausted.

We said nothing for a few minutes and then I went to shower.

After a couple of minutes had passed, Jack was there with me, caressing my
body and stroking my tight ass. As I relaxed I began to feel him pressing
against me. I looked and saw that he'd placed a condom on his cock.

For me to let a guy take me anally, he has to be quite long, like Jack's
8-inches. The long smooth strokes of a big cock feels so much better than
the quick, choppy motions made by a guy that has a shorter cock. Also
proper lube and foreplay is key. Try sliding into a hole that's not relaxed
and lubed, you aren't going to be getting it again soon.

Jack seemed to know what he was doing, because he played with my tight hole
for a long time and got me really relaxed and properly lubed up. He had
soon worked up to 2-fingers in me in no time.

Coming up behind me, Jack reached around me he placed one hand on my
stomach. Then with his other hand on the back of my head, he bent me
forward at the waist.

Suddenly Jack and slammed his cock into my ass. I gasped and put my hands
against the wall for support.

My sphincter was relaxed so there was no real pain, just a little
discomfort for a few seconds. His nut-sac slapping against my ass, Jack
nailed me for what seemed like forever. I stroked my cock as powerful
sensations overtook my reason. He was slow and gentle until he was ready to
climax. Then he increased the speed of his movement and we both cumming
almost simultaneously. By the time he was done, I'd cummed 4-times and was
as limp like a rag doll.

Slowly we extricated ourselves from each other's grasp, finished our shower
and went our separate ways.


What a weekend that was. Although Jack and I still run into each other in
the steam room, we've never talked about it, not one single time. We simply
continue to meet in the steam room, knowing that one day we will add
another lover to our private world.

The end...