From Part 3:
It was getting way too hot for my body to sustain, so I needed to leave the steam room. I just wondered if i'd feel paranoid when I walked out....as if all the locker room guys would know I had three cumloads in my body that weren't there when I went into the steam room.
Nahhh.
Part 4
I walked out of the steam room into the shower room directly outside it. There were three men showering, each to his own stall, but none had their privacy curtains closed: even the men who wouldn't ever do anything with other men, or with other men at the gym still liked looking at all the other men.
I saw my friend George in a stall at the far end and walked toward him, intending to take the stall next to him.
"Dude!" said George and quite loudly. Then much lower, "Dude! You've got jizz on your pec."
"Fuck!" I replied, scooping the glob of it off me. I took a chance that George wouldn't have a problem with me popping the cum into my mouth.
George just smiled, then, "You know the staff's gonna be pissed off if you got cum all over in there. Whose jizz is that, anyway?"
"What? Oh! Mine, actually," which was technically true. All the jizz loads from other men was inside my body. I forgot that some of my own spontaneous cumshot hit my pec while I was still bent forward.
I headed into the stall next to George's and started to rinse off. At first, the water was too-too cold, but if felt bracing and was a welcome relief from the heat of having spent far too much time in the steam.
In the steam, over one cock and eased down on another. Or two.
"Fuck me!" I sighed, which caused George to stop soaping up (I could make out his figure through the frosted, textured glass partition between our shower stalls. I stuck my head under the shower and let the too-cold water rinse everything down, hoping that it would also carry away any other cum globs that I might have missed all over my body.
When I opened my eyes, something seemed off. Then I realized that George was not only not moving, but he had his cock pressed up against the glass. He was rock hard.
I mean, I assume he was rock hard. I'd never seen him hard before. I mean I barely knew him. I saw him around the gym -- great ass. Yes, I'm an ass man whether I'm bottoming or topping someone, though I was having trouble at the moment remembering the last time I'd topped anyone at all.
I shook off the discomfiture and took a chance: I turned to the right a quarter turn so that my back was to George. I had the picture of his super-thick cock up against the glass, and without really thinking about it, I took half a step backward, then pushed out my butt. Hairy as my butt cheeks are, when they made contact with the cold glass partition I shivered. I could have sworn I heard a deep long moan and I was pretty sure it was from George.
"Well, I'm going to head into the steam room," George said, too loudly and not aimed at anyone in particular. "You ready for more --"
"WHAT?" I replied defensively.
"More steam, idiot. Steam."
Tense as I was, I managed, however feebly, to convince myself that more steam would relax me.
I watched George's perfect ass practically bouncing him over to the steam room door. He entered and let the door close, not bothering to hold it for me.
Mildly annoyed, I stood there for a second and another man cut past me and also walked into the steam room. Unsure if it were worth it to go in now that someone else was around, a breeze came from one of the high windows and as I flinched from it, I actually felt my butt hole spasm.
I walked in the steam room, wondering if there would be a round 2.
Both George and this other guy were both already seated -- at opposite ends of the bench about 1.5 meters apart. Before I had a chance to sit down myself, they started talking about the Niners' season, about baseball and just about anything else they could fill the air with so that neither had to address the fact that the other's cock was standing straight up in their laps.
It was a neat trick, that: their cocks were both huge.
I sat on the bench that lay 90 degrees from the bench they were on. I'd have to turn my head to the right to actually see anything, so instead, with the excuse of fixing my towel, I scooted down a bit closer to the other guy. At least at this angle I could stare as much as I liked.
This other guy, tall, blond and buff, less than 10% body fat to be sure, reached behind his neck to massage it. He alternately put head head down forward and leaned it back as far as it would go. It was then that I noticed he didn't have one scrap of hair on his entire body. I hazarded a glance at the guy's crotch and nope! No hair there, either. A completely bald cock & balls.
George was staring at the guy, too, but not at his dick. George seemed fixated on the guy's upper body. Not that I blame him.
My cock was hard, too. Plenty thick but not matching either of theirs in any dimension. I lifted my right leg so I could put my food on my bench. I was just about to lean to the side, to recline resting on an elbow when George said, "Shit, are you leaking?"
I was blushing furiously enough that I'm certain both could see me even through the thick steam. I dropped my leg back down on the floor and stammered "I--I--I..."
"Wow, I was just kidding, dude," George offered. "Was it really a possibility something might leak--"
"Fuck!" The blond guy blurted.
Here it comes, I thought. He's gonna go narc on us -- on ME -- and that'll be the end of everything.
I took a moment to reach down under my nuts and realize that my hole was still tightly clamped and nothing was coming out.
"Fuck!" The blond guy repeated, but at normal volume this time.
"What?" I ventured.
"What did you think was coming out of your hole?"
George put his hand on the guy's arm, thankfully relieving me of having to answer him. But the guy jumped a bit at George's touch, and George wasn't removing his hand from the guy's obvious and massive deltoid.
He looked at George, smiling a bit and George misread it as a sign to move in. The guy backed off quickly, saying, "I don't go for that kind of shit."
George was embarrassed. I was disappointed.
"But I never say no to fine pussy."
"What?" I answered, maybe too quickly. "What pussy here?"
"If something had been leaking out of you, it would have been some other guy's sperm, wouldn't it." It wasn't a question.
"Well, I --"
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Now why don't you get your lips around my prick to get it nice and wet. I don't like dry fucks."
George offered, "I"m guessing his ass will be juicy enough even if your dick isn't wet."
"I don't fuck guys in the ass!" Blond guy announced. Then, "But I never turn down the chance to fuck a whore's cunt."
I froze. I didn't know if his intent was malice, or whether he was just looking to dip that beautiful, huge wick of his. I looked to George, silently, for help in this.
"Yeah, buddy, I'm pretty sure he's been whoring already today."
I shot daggers at George, but now he was rubbing the matted-down fur on his pecs, catching his nips with his thumbs.
The blond guy reached over to George's lap and wrapped his hand around George's stiff prick, surprising us both. "We both need this whore on our cocks."
"So who's first?"
TBC