We had played message tag with each other for a couple of days in one of the ubiquitous chat rooms. Finally, we agreed to meet for coffee the next Saturday. We had swapped photos, so there wasn't too much of surprise. Photos that are sent back and forth are usually flattering if not, often, younger versions of the person. We had pretty much described our stats and likes/dislikes. Jeff described himself as a "bottom" and one who enjoys a take-charge person. I'm pretty much the reciprocal of him, so there seemed to be a pretty good reason to follow through with this meeting.
We met at Starbucks and seemed to hit it off OK but in retrospect, I think both of us were trying to be too casual and conversational. After about 45 minutes, Jeff sighed and said he just thought there were too many differences between us to go to a next step. He felt - justifiably so - that I was more of an outdoors person who enjoyed hiking, biking, kayaking, camping and other things. "Maybe in another time and another place, things might work," he smiled. In other words, he simply blew me off. We left...so much for that.
About a month later, I was really feeling horny and decided to go to the city's bathhouse. It was often a way to spend a hot afternoon involved in various levels of anonymous sexual release. I usually have no problem in finding a willing partner; in fact, they usually find me. I'm 6'1", 180 lbs, lean muscular, brown hair, blue eyes with almost eight inches of hungry cock that literally gags guys and stretches willing holes.
I put my clothes in the locker, wrapped a towel around my waist and started toward the steam room which is usually a place of action. Passing a row of individual rooms, I glanced in an open door. Even in the dim light, I could see a nice looking little blond guy who smiled and motioned me in.
"Hi," he said, sitting cross-legged on his bed. "You just get here?" "Yeah," I replied. "Too hot to be outside today." "Well, sometimes it gets pretty hot in here," he smiled, standing up to meet me. "I can see how that can happen," I laughed softly as I reached and pinched his nipples. He moaned and leaned into me. He was about 5'8" with a slim, nicely toned body. I drew him closer, slid my hands down the arch of his back and cupped each of his cheeks. His beautiful little ass pressed against my hands as his equally beautiful face turned up to mine. My lips gently passed his, returned to linger and then passionately crush against his lips, tongue plunging into his mouth.
He gasped and then wrapped his arms around my neck, literally crawling up my body and wrapping his slim legs around my waist. By that time, I was rock hard. I held him up and turned around to close the door, my mouth glued to his. I turned back, loosened the towel around me and eased him down on the bed. When he reached down and felt the size of my cock, I heard him gasp and felt a little quiver run through him. He pulled me on top of him and began to thrash about in a wild fit of passion. There was no foreplay here, for sure...just plain hungry desire.
He felt around on the little bed stand and I helped him out by handing him his poppers. I reached down to his hole and found it completely lubed. "You been fucked today," I whispered in his ear. "Yeah, once," he gasped back. "He wasn't worth it." That didn't matter to me; what he told me was that he was already broken in for the day and ready to get fucked again.
He sniffed deeply on the poppers as I chewed on his nipples. I know how the poppers work and when I thought the impact was beginning to surge through his body, I threw his legs across each of my shoulders, lining up his hungry little ass with my throbbing cock. I placed my cockhead at the entrance to his little hole and when I felt him shudder and grab me, I pushed - not rammed - the entire length of that thick, eight-inch pole right up his lubed hole. He would have screamed but I had my mouth clamped down on his, my tongue probing wildly. He was pinned right in the middle by that hungry piece of meat.
I thought I might pass out, too, at the feeling of tightness and heat that traveled up the length of my cock to my balls. Sensational! I ground my cock even deeper as he almost fought to get away from that monster. I held it in deep for a few seconds and let the effect of the poppers replace any shock. Then I pulled out about half way and slowly began to fuck him.
I could feel him shudder and the tension subside in him as my cock opened wide his pleasure chute. He took another hit of poppers and I started long-dicking his sweet little ass. Soon he was moaning and slamming his hungry hole forward to meet my thrusts. I was just getting into the saddle with a good rhythm, fucking his hole with my hungry cock, when I heard a little cry and he grabbed his cock as it started spurting gobs of creamy white cum all over his chest and face. I hadn't realized I had been pounding his prostate, causing him to fire his load prematurely.
I rammed his hole a couple of more times as he winched, but I knew it was all over for now. I slid my slick cock out of his hole, looking down to watch it stay open for just a second before closing, almost as if to say, "Where are you, my cock?"
"I'm sorry," he whispered, holding me tight as he was coming down from the effect of the poppers and a wild fuck. "Will you come back later?" "Maybe so. You are damn good," I said, as I wrapped my towel around my waist and leaned over to gently kiss his sweaty, hard-breathing lips. Then I was out the door. Nice way to start, I thought.
I stepped into the steam room just as the jets opened up, filling the twisting room with opaque clouds of steam. Although there seemed to be no one there, I heard soft sounds coming from the deep mist in the back where there are two low tile-covered platforms. I noticed a guy on all fours on one of the platforms getting his ass fucked while sucking on another guy. It was hot - and I don't mean the steam. As the steam began to thin out, I recognized Jeff as the middleman, taking cock like a champ at one end and playing vacuum on the other.
I kept out of his view, not that he was looking around. One of the guys standing nearby reached over to stroke my growing cock and then leaned over to take most of it down his throat. That baby got to full strength immediately, causing the gagging volunteer to pull back. The guy who was fucking Jeff suddenly moaned, rammed his cock in deep and stiffened. I knew he was firing his load. A few strokes more and he pulled his average-sized cock out of that hungry hole.
Before anyone else could get an idea, I slid behind Jeff and placed my saliva-covered cockhead on his swollen ass lips and started in. I thought about ramming his asshole hard and fast but decided that might end everything, so I kept stroking in further and further each time. I could tell that Jeff sensed something big attacking his ass and though he tried once to turn his head, the guy whose cock was driving down his throat held his head straight. I fucked his ass slowly for a few minutes as he relaxed.
I got all but about an inch of thick meat up his ass when I seemed to hit an internal barrier. With one knee between his spread legs, I slipped my other leg over his left hip, giving me the deepest penetration anyone can get. As the steam filled the room again, I pulled almost out and then literally slammed my rock hard cock deep inside his ravaged hole, my cockhead crashing through what had held it back before. Jeff arched his back and screamed out but the other guy rammed his cock back down his throat and fired his load at the same time. Jeff gagged and fought to get away but both ends were firmly impaled. The other three guys were beating their cocks like they were watching a real life porn movie, one shooting his load across Jeff's sweaty back.
Jeff tried to look behind him but the steam was too thick for him to identify me. I kept fucking his ass, probably deeper than anyone ever had fucked him in a long time...if ever. He just moaned and dropped his head down in his open hands, leaving his poor asshole vulnerable to take the assault I was giving it.
And assault it I did. I must have fucked Jeff in the steamroom for a full 15 minutes, and in a steamroom, that's a long time. I long-dicked him, and then bunny fucked him with short strokes. I rotated that monster deep inside his hole, churning his insides like noodles. I kept hearing him whimper when I would slam the whole length in his stretched chute.
Then I felt that internal rumbling that signals an oncoming nuclear explosion. And when I transferred that force right through the head of my throbbing cock and blasted into his guts, Jeff almost collapsed. But I held his hips up as I ground my shooting cock deep into his well-fucked hole. The sensation was incredible as I would then pull half way out and ram back in to dispense another shot of hot juice. It seemed forever but I know that feeling lasts only a matter of seconds...but good seconds!
Suddenly, it was over. I easily rocked back and forth with my cock in his ass for a minute, letting his stretched sphincter milk out the last remnants of cum. I was breathing heavily and I heard him gasping for air. I slipped my semi-hard cock out of his well-fucked ass as the steam began to thin out. I slid around to the front of him, lifted his head by his hair and slipped my still dripping cock into his mouth. He gagged a bit but instinctively began sucking and cleaning up that exhausted member.
I dropped down to in front of his face, still holding his matted hair. "Hey, Jeff. That was pretty damn good," I grinned. I saw the flash of recognition and heard him moan again as I dropped his head back into his hands. His legs slid from under him and he lay flat on the platform. No one else even tried to mount his worn out ass, probably having pity on the well-ridden fuckhole.
I stepped out of the shower and was heading back to my locker. The little blond guy was standing in the doorway of his room as I approached. "I saw you in the steamroom. That was incredible," he said. "Yeah," I said, "His ass deserved to be ravaged." "You got anything left?" he asked. "I dunno," I smiled as I closed my eyes and leaned against the door. "We could see," said the little blond guy who took me by the hand and stepped inside his cool room. "Yeah, we could see," as I followed him and pushed the door closed.
Two days later I got the first of three emails from Jeff, first indicating how much fun that seemed to be for both of us, then saying what a good fuck that had been for him, and finally indicating he would really like for me to fuck him again. On that last email, I finally replied, saying, "Thanks for the offer. Maybe in another time and another place things might work." But before I hit the send button, I showed it to Jerry, the little blond guy who was standing naked next to me in my bedroom, massaging my shoulders, ready to make me feel good in any way possible. And I wanted to reciprocate by always giving him as good a feeling as he gave me.
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