## Archive-name: steam

From: clay0005@gold.tc.umn.edu

Subject: steam

Keywords: mf mm

Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica

X-Moderator-Review: 8: some nice twists, smoothly written

I was tired. My legs were a little shaky going down the stairs, my hair plastered down and my shirt hung heavy and cold against my body. I felt good, though, because the workout had been just what I needed to work some of the kinks out of my arms and shoulders. My muscles were now tired, but not as achy as they had been when I'd finally finished putting the new starter in our aging car. It seemed odd to walk through the gym when it was dark outside, the skylights black and foreboding. I'm usually a morning workout person, but I'd been up early to see my wife and kids off for the weekend and then gone right to fixing the car. I was glad that I'd come, even though I'd debated just turning on the TV and fixing some dinner. Now I was looking forward to a long soak in the steam room, the real reason that I'd decided to go ahead and work out on this cold winter night.
The locker room was deserted when I undressed. Mine was the only coat on the rack by the door and it was such a departure from the bustling morning crowd. The steam rolled out and the heat rushed at me when I opened the door. I stepped inside the small room and spread my folded over towel on the top bench. The odor of the steam and the hot, damp wood was soothing. I sat on the towel and leaned back, briefly hissing at the heat of the wall on my shoulders, but slowly relaxing and accommodating. I slouched some and closed my eyes. The heat was intense and sweat quickly began to glisten on my naked body. I could feel individual droplets forming and running down, meeting other droplets and continuing. The gentle hissing of the steam lulled me and I recalled the moments before Liz had left this morning...
"Honey," she'd called down to the garage, "could you come up for just a moment?"
I grumbled a little beneath my breath. I'd just finished belting the kids in and was rearranging the trunk contents so that the lid would close. The boys were playing in the back seat.
"Hey guys, I'll be back in a second, Mom's calling me." I mounted the steps, eager to see them off so I could get to work on the repairs. Rounding the corner at the top of the stairs, I stopped cold.
Liz was sitting at the top of the stairs. Her long skirt was hiked up and her legs were parted, revealing her neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair. There were a few drops of glistening dew surrounding her delicate pink lips. Her face wore a playful grin.
"I'm having a little problem, could you help me?" she asked.
"I think I can be of some assistance," I quickly replied, my mouth dry and my working sweat pants suddenly growing restrictive.
"I thought you might," she said. "It's this problem with honey..."
"Honey?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Yes, I can't seem to get it off." With that, she produced a small plastic honey bear in her right hand. I watched transfixed as the head/spout of the bear slowly yielded a narrow, heavy stream of golden liquid that fell precisely upon Liz's swollen clitoris and slowly oozed southward, commingling with her own nectar.
"Do you think you can help?" she asked breathily.
Without a pause I nearly lunged at her, forcing her into a recumbent position as I began to taste the heady concoction of her sex. The sweetness of the honey combined with the earthy taste and aroma of her aroused me fully as I slowly lapped at her, starting just below her vagina and drawing my tongue up and over that moist, beckoning region, to her now engorged pleasure center. My tongue swirled over her clitoris, gently yet firmly finding every morsel of honey and devouring it. Her legs moved up to my shoulders and as she spread them wider to allow me full freedom, her ankles locked behind my neck, pulling my eager face into her. I took her clitoris between my lips and suckled it, pressing my lips firmly down around the shaft as my tongue danced around the tip. Her legs pulled my head yet closer to her as I slipped first one, the two fingers into her now wet vagina, probing along the pubic bone in search of yet another sensitive spot. My mouth continued to suckle and swirl and one probing finger found its mark as suddenly her legs locked my head head securely in place and her body began to gently and rhythmically spasm with the pleasure of her orgasm. I gently slid my fingers from her and released her now sensitized clitoris from within my lips.
Her legs released my head and she gently pushed me back up to a standing position on the stairs. Moving quickly, she moved down three steps so that she was now straddling my feet. Her hands found the waistband of my sweats and she deftly pulled them down, my penis springing free, the tip damp from pre-cum. She reached up and grasped me mid-shaft, her fingertips not quite touching each other and pointed me directly at her mouth. Her red lips parted and her wondrous tongue darted out and lapped at the small opening, sampling the clear fluid slowly oozing out.
"Mmmm, you taste as good as ever," she said. "Come for me, quickly." Her right hand moved methodically along the shaft, her left hand cupping my testicles, hefting them, squeezing them gently. She took the tip of my penis into her mouth, her beautiful lips stretched around the shaft just behind the glans as her tongue migrated directly to the most sensitive area on the underside. Very quickly I could feel my testicles beginning to heave and the spasm pushed through me. My penis jerked once forcefully as the cum erupted, then several more times and quieted. All the while, her skilled tongue milking me for more. She released my now softening penis from her mouth, backed up a step and stood.
We embraced and she said quietly in my ear, "I'll expect a good hard fuck when I get back, so rest up."

Opening my eyes quickly I realized that I had drifted off in the hot swirling mists of the steam room. Looking over, I saw that I now had company. It was a rather handsome man of about my age, perhaps a few years younger. He looked to be in good shape with a well toned body enveloped in a sheen of moisture. He was sitting on the same level as I and was quarter turned and facing me. With a start I realized that he was lazily running his fingertips over a generous semi-erect penis. He was uncircumcised and I was hard pressed to think of when I had ever seen an uncircumcised man with an erection. In fact, I wasn't sure that I had ever seen another mans penis fully erect. I looked up at his face and he smiled.
"Hello," he said.
"Hi," I replied, not quite sure what to say to a man so shamelessly stroking himself.
"They must have been nice thoughts," he said, still smiling. I must have given him a complete deadpan because he just smiled more broadly and let his gaze drop. Suddenly comprehending, I followed his gaze knowing what I'd find. As I'd dreamed of Liz, my penis had swelled to its full length and girth and now jutted proudly from my crotch. I looked up, embarrassed. He caught my unease. "Don't be ashamed, you have a beautiful cock," he said. "May I touch it?" he asked.
I was taken aback. "No," my mind shouted. "No way no how. You've go the wrong kind of guy, buddy!" But in the swirling heat of the moment I found myself nodding my head, eager for him to stroke my cock too. He moved over and still lightly stroking himself he reached out with his left hand and cupped my penis near its base, wrapping his fingers firmly around the shaft. His touch electrified me and I felt my lust notch up to a new intensity.
"Yes," he said rather absently, his voice becoming thicker, "it is a wonderful cock. So thick and solid. Seven inches?" he asked. "Seven and a half?" I just nodded my assent, overcome with the suddenness of this transformation, the way I longed for him to do more than just touch. "A good length," he continued, "but so thick..."
As his voice trailed off, his hand slid up toward the head of my cock, almost exactly mimicking the way I move my own hand as I start to masturbate. I felt a low, almost disembodied, groan of pleasure escape my lips. His touch was so different from Liz's or any of the women I had known. It was firm and confident; he knew precisely how to stimulate me. I closed my eyes and let me head roll back. His hand was moving more quickly, firmly stroking my length. Incredibly, I could feel by testicles already contracting and I knew that I was rushing headlong into orgasm. I groaned again, now anticipating the release. Just as I was expecting the first spurt of come his hand suddenly stopped, grasping me tightly at the base of my cock. To my amazement, my orgasm died in an instant, evaporating into the swirling steam. Guttural lust rushed to fill the void. I opened my eyes and saw him grinning warmly. "You were close..." he said.
"Mmmm," was all I could muster for a reply.
"You'll have your chance," he said. "First you have to do me, though." He smiled again. I could feel my lust and desire like a fire in my belly, threatening to consume me. I looked at his shimmering body, his fine musculature, his thatch of pubic hair and his glorious uncut cock, now fully erect, the foreskin drawn taut over the head of it and despite 34 years of devout heterosexuality, my only conscious thought was that I wanted to have that cock in my mouth, I wanted to feel his excitement, to control his stimulation and to feel the sensation of his cock spasming and pulsating his hot cum into my eager, untrained mouth.
I twisted around and stepped off the first tier onto the floor. I turned and faced him and he leaned forward a bit to try and gauge my reaction. I planted both hands palm first and fingers spread firmly onto his chest and decisively pushed him back against the wall behind him. Kneeling on the first tier put my face within inches of his cock. I looked at it with wonder, the beauty of it surprising. I reached out with my right hand and touched it tentatively, as if I'd never touched an erect penis before. But this was so different from touching myself! The skin was soft and silky, hot to the touch and covered in a sheen of steam and sweat. I tried to encircle his cock just behind the head and found that I could not reach all the way around him. I pulled my hand slowly and firmly toward the base and watched with fascination as his foreskin retracted over the glans, now revealing a glistening and darker head than my own cock. A drop of precum appeared at the tip. He was so big! Perhaps there are many men of this size when erect, but even soft he'd looked larger than most. Now that he was erect his penis must have been at least nine inches long and three inches in diameter, perhaps four.
Slowly, and I sure tantalizingly for him, I lowered my mouth to this heavenly appendage. I wanted so badly to have him fill me. My tongue extended from my lips and touched him first, lifting the drop of precum from his tip. I tasted my first bit of cum, it was different than I'd expected, somehow sweeter. Suddenly I found that I had half the head between my lips, which stretched to accommodate him. I was mindful not to let my teeth scrape him and I eased the entire head into my mouth. It was warm and salty with a slightly musky aroma. I let my tongue play over the underside of the head and felt him stiffen a little as I first brushed over his sensitive spot, then concentrated upon it. Like when he had stroked me, I knew instinctively how to please him. It was a new and heady feeling, knowing exactly how to give such intense pleasure and I found myself rapidly swept up in it.
I pulled the lovely head from between my lips and moved to the base of his cock, then, as if licking a drip from an ice cream cone, I ran my tongue the length of him along the underside, stopping again on the spot. My hands began to explore his testicles, hefting and gently squeezing them. Like his cock, they seemed larger than life. Moving further down, I let my tongue run over his wrinkled scrotum. I suckled his right testicle into my mouth, running my tongue over it, feeling him squirm yet more with pleasure. Liberating his testicle, I let my mouth trail down further, towards the base of his scrotum. His legs spread wider and he angled his pelvis up to give me access as I let my tongue trail down the crevice to his pink anus. As I ran my tongue around it, the sphincter muscles contracted, puckering the delicate structure. It was his turn to groan, a low guttural noise and I was pleased to hear that. For all the pleasure I was giving him with my exploration, I wanted his cock back into my mouth. Moving away from his anus, wrapped my right hand around his girth and firmly held him, feeling the strong pulsations as the blood coursed through him. I brought my mouth back to him and engulfed him, now moving my tongue rapidly and concentratedly around the base of his glans. My left hand joined my right hand and both began to stroke his amazing length. Quickly I felt him beginning to stiffen, his leg muscles becoming taut cords. I quickened the pace of my stroking, my tongue now moving at a frenzied pace, driving into his sensitive spot as I let my lips slide back and forth over the edge of his glans.
Suddenly he came. At the same instant that I felt him spasm between my lips I felt his hot semen crash the back of my throat and suddenly his cock was dancing between my lips and my mouth was flooded with his thick, pungent juice. In the intense excitement of the moment, I felt my own balls heave. I was beginning to gag, the volume of his cum was overwhelming. Instinctively, I swallowed, again and again until finally his incredible stream abated. Finally, I released him from my mouth and watched as he slowly began to soften.
I slowly stood and immediately became lightheaded, my vision becoming near black before flooding back. As my eyes refocused, I saw him looking at me with a mixture of gratitude and concern.
"Are you all right?" he inquired.
"Yes," I managed to croak, "but I think I've been in the steam too long. I've got to get out."
"But you deserve to cum," he replied with a smile. "That was fantastic head, I owe you at least that much."
"No," I said as I moved toward the door. "I really have to get out of here before I faint." I paused for a moment, looking at the first tier where I'd knelt before his marvelous cock. "Besides," I added, "I enjoyed it immensely." He followed my look downward and saw the puddle of my semen at his feet and looked up beaming.
"Catch you later," he called as I opened the door.
"Definitely," I said as the cool air rushed over my body.

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