CRUISING AT THE GYM - CHAPTER 4

DONALD

It had been a few days since Jim had stayed over night. In the morning we'd had sex again, and then he had to rush out to his apartment. Still we'd had the time to exchange our phone numbers, and had sent each other a few texts. I could feel I was falling hard for him, and I really wanted to see him again. But my work and then his work had gotten in the way, and we settled for a date at the gym on Friday night. Hopefully we'd get to see Kenneth again and fuck him, then we could go home and have sex. Or, as I started to think about it in the privacy of my mind, make love… And sleep together, undaunted by the thought of the alarm clock. 

The week went by slowly, every thought of mine turned toward Friday night. I refrained from masturbating at all, wanting to be all prime and ready for D-Day. At 26 going on 27, I wasn't able to cum five times a day seven days a week. I'd rather save up. And save up I did, with the foreseeable consequence that on my way to the gym this Friday my cock was throbbing in my pants with need and anticipation. As soon as I got there I noticed Kenneth running on a treadmill, and saluted him. He smiled warmly, tapped his wrist-watch theatrically, and indicated the number 10 with his fingers, which I took to mean he had ten more minutes to go. I nodded and took my place on a treadmill not so far from him. I just wanted to run for a few minutes to warm up. As I got off the machine, sweating, I saw a flop of blond hair, and my heart jumped in my chest. There he was, my handsome boy, wearing his work out clothes and a smile on his face as he walked toward me.

"Hey!" I threw, and we shook hands. Mine lingering a bit too much in his. I was smiling like the Cheshire cat. 

"Hi, how are you? Want work out together?" he said with a jerk of the head toward the weights. I nodded eagerly and we set out. I noticed he was sweating a bit and guessed he'd been warming up before. 

We spent about an hour on the weights, alternating exercises, running our hands subtly over each other. It was like an hour for foreplay to me, and my cock never got to be fully soft. Kenneth joined us at mid time, and we all worked together. My mind was filled with lewd ideas about what I wanted to do with the both of them in the steam room. We all followed each other to the locker room and started changing. Jim showed me he had brought a pair of speedos – presumably so he could go to the showers without problem, and my dick gave a little jump. He was going to look really sexy. He'd done well too – Friday nights were always packed, and tonight was no exception. The locker room was buzzing with activity, and naked men running around. I had noticed that Friday nights attracted mostly gay guys, probably looking to get a last work out before hitting the clubs on Saturday. Kenneth and I got naked, while Jim quickly put on his speedos facing the lockers and I could get a nice view at his ass, which again made my chest swell up with lust and possessiveness. I couldn't resist slapping his ass a few times and he laughed. Kenneth led the way to the showers. 

Most were already occupied, with a few guys washing by themselves and a few others sharing a showerhead and soaping up their neighbor. We found a spot in the left corner, and started the water, which was immediately warm since all the other showers were already running. Kenneth groaned in contentment and I looked at his cock which was already at half mast. Mine was fully hard – it had been threatening to all day, and the last episode in the locker room, what with Jim changing in his tight speedos, and showing me his ass and Kenneth grabbing his own cock as he walked to the showers… That had been too much, and the monster had been set free. Kenneth started to rub up soap on my chest and I sighed deeply – It felt really good after a good workout. Jim was washing his own legs, bending over, again showing me his ass, and I started to think he was doing it on purpose. I watched intently, until I felt observed. 

And sure enough, as I looked up from Jim's delightfully perky ass, there was a young kid, probably no more than 18 or 19, staring at me and Kenneth. He too had gone the shy way and was wearing speedos, except his were bulging with a sizeable erection, which had obviously been triggered by us. Now, there was this unwritten rule that sexual activity generally didn't happen in the showers, but it was not uncommon at all to see guys with erections, or even sometimes jerking off a load quickly before turning off the water and going home, as if it was part of the cleaning routine. Those who wanted more went to the sauna or the steam room, or arranged to go home with someone. When he saw I'd spotted him, the kid quickly turned around and went on soaping himself. He had a nice ass, but once again I wasn't so attracted to that as I was attracted to his cock. What was it about Jim's ass that attracted me so much? I shrugged and lowered my gaze as well, to see Jim had stood back up and I quickly moved to soap up his shoulders.

KENNETH

As Donald looked away, I followed his gaze and saw the kid. He was young, very young, to me at least. I was pushing 29 this year, and this young chicken must have been a good 10 years younger. I knew for a fact he must be at least 18, since the gym didn't allow minors, but couldn't be much older. My cock was half-hard, but with this observer, it quickly went up. He was really cute, had a great bulge in his speedos and when he turned around, I discovered a very, very nice ass. I've always been a sucker for young thin things. He had hips the width of my wrist, and thighs the size of my little finger. My hard-on was raging, bopping up and down by itself. I maneuvered myself to be closer to him, telling Jim to wash my back, which he gladly did.  The kid was barely a foot away now, and was still facing away from me. There was nothing more I wanted than to jump at him and start humping away at his speedos-covered ass like a mad man. 

I restrained myself, and back up slightly, pressing my back against Jim. He got the hint and started soaping up my chest, pressing himself against me. I could feel his speedos hump my ass slightly, and although I could feel no bulge, I guessed he was enjoying himself, and I let him. I was starting to really want some action, and Jim's body undulating against me from behind certainly didn't help. A plan formed in my head. And I turned around, communicating it with Jim and Donald, who nodded in agreement. They left the shower room for the sauna, and I stayed behind. I approached the young kid, who was decidedly taking longer than enough to get washed than necessary. I stepped up and put a hand on his shoulders. He jumped up, and turned around. I smiled in what I hoped was a warm and reassuring way. He smiled back, timidly. I leaned against his ear

"Hi. My name's Kenneth. What's yours?"

"Stephen."

"Hi Stephen. I'm going to the sauna, to relax. Want to join me?"

I could see his brain churning, scared I'd turn out to be a crazy rapist but horned up enough he wanted to try. I decided to help him tip the balance:

"We don't have to do anything. We can just go there and relax."

That seemed to do it. He nodded, and I led the way, feeling him walk closely behind. Everyone in the showers were looking at us – they knew what two guys heading to the sauna meant, and were all disappointed they didn't get to the chicken before I did. Too bad – no guts no glory! 

I led him to the sauna. Jim and Donald had been there for a good 10 minutes already. As I opened the door, a guy, looking about 30 came out, and the smell of sperm invaded my nostrils.

JIM

As soon as we turned away from Kenneth, Donald put his hand on my ass. We walked all the way through the showers, with eyes turning toward us. I was a bit self conscious because my speedos didn't show the bulge that should have been there, but I guessed people just assumed I had a small cock. And they were right. In any case, that didn't seem to bother Donald, whose cock I could feel grazing my hips as we walked, and who kept kissing my neck. He was obviously very horny, and couldn't help himself. Which was all right with me, since I'd been thinking about his cock for a week now, and wanted nothing more than to settle somewhere and make out. 

We reached the sauna, he let go of my ass as I sat down, and immediately we started kissing. He took me in his arms, and I kind of threw myself at him. We were kissing passionately, making up for lost time. I felt his cock lying against my thigh, and took it in my hand. I think there were some people in the room, and I guess they were enjoying the show. Either that or they were allowed to leave! Donald broke the kiss and leaned toward my ear:

"I've missed you… Tonight I want to fuck you again. I want to plow your ass…"

He whispered, and that made me shiver and tingle all over. It was just so arousing! I'd missed him too.

He and his warm embrace, his tight body and his long cock… I stroked his cock gently, not too much to get him going either, but enough that he felt a bit relieved. Talking about relief, I needed some too. I took his hand and directed it to my crotch. He caught my drift and started to rub me gently. I moaned deeply – I loved to get fondled on top of my underwear. Actually, that was how I masturbated. Unless I was wearing underwear, I could only come by getting blown. He kissed me again a bit, and pulled back again.

"You like it when I touch you, don't you?" he whispered, and I nodded eagerly. I had my forehead set against his shoulder blade. I tightened my grip once more on his cock and he grunted. 

"You fucking whore… Tonight your ass is mine, OK? You can do anything with Kenneth and the boy toy he's going to bring in, but your ass is fucking mine, right?" 

He whispered, and as he said that I could feel his dick jump in my hand. It was very domineering of him, but it made me feel so sexy. I nodded, and he kissed me again. I loved feeling like I was his… It made me feel like his boyfriend, which was, to be honest, a project I hadn't given up on yet. I realized that was the reason he had held on my ass as we walked though the showers – to show others I was his! I felt a rush of lust, and threw myself into the kiss even more. While we were kissing, I felt him change places, and quickly I was sitting on a step in the sauna, while he was between my legs, I guessed on his knees, in front of me. I scooped over to get closer to him, and our crotches made contact. Feeling his big hard dick on mine felt like heaven, and I groaned, consumed with lust, while he started to hump against my speedos-covered open crotch. I could feel him groan in my mouth, and his tongue was battling with mine furiously. I heard something and turned my head, surprised. 

Not even a foot away from us was one of the guys who'd been in the room when we'd entered. He looked to be about 35, rather handsome but nothing to write home about. What was more striking about him was that he was jerking off a rather large cock while staring at us. Donald saw him too and smiled, humping me even more. I groaned, and seeing we didn't mind, the guy approached a bit more. He went on furiously pounding on his dick. After a minute, he got even closer.

"I'm gonna cum! Can I cum on him?" He grunted. The fact he talked to Donald and not to me made me feel so aroused instead of annoyed: he was asking my "protector". Donald glanced at me, checking I didn't mind, and nodded. The guy took one more step, his cock inches away from my chest, and suddenly exploded into "aaaaah" and "hmmmm", as he unloaded his semen on me. Then, without a word, he stood up, grabbed his towel and left.

"Donald, hump me again, I'm gonna cum!" and I really wanted to. Donald promptly went to work, and between the smell of that random guy's sperm on my chest and the feeling of Donald humping away at just the right spot, I was sent over the edge. I started thrashing around, gasping for air and throwing my head back in pure bliss. Donald pressed his huge cock against me really hard, allowing me to enjoy my orgasm for a few minutes.

KENNETH

We entered the sauna and my eyes immediately fell upon Jim and Donald, fucking. Jim's legs were spread apart, and Donald was between them, fucking away. Then I realized Jim still had his speedos on, so Donald was probably just humping away – lucky bastard. Suddenly Jim cried out, and I saw him jerk around, grunting in his deep voice. I had to grab my cock and squeeze myself; this was just too hot. But I didn't forget I had a young friend with me, and pushed him forward, my other hand on his lower back. 

We arrived next to Donald and Jim. Jim was lifeless, stretched out and resting his back against the higher step behind him, his eyes closed. I smiled and looked at Donald, who was watching us approach with a look between pride at having made his 'boyfriend' (were they yet?) come, and horniness because he obviously wasn't done himself. I started to kiss Stephen, and he soon got into it. Then, because I had been hard for a really long time now, I turned him around and made him bend over until his hands were resting on the step on which Jim was sitting, and his ass was mine. I lost no time, and made no pretense I hadn't been waiting for this for half an hour: I seized his ridiculously but hotly tight hips in my hands and started to pound away against his speedos. The feeling it gave me was out of this world.

I saw Donald get up and sit two steps ahead, right in front of my boy's face. His cock was in his face, and the boy quickly understood the implication. He started sucking on Donald's cock, and the latter threw his head back in pleasure. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and realized Jim had finally gathered himself up and was smiling at me. I smiled back with a wink and went on hammering my dick against this tight ass, grunting loudly. Then Jim disappeared from my view, and as I looked down I saw him slide himself under Stephen. The boy suddenly tensed up then let out a growl, and I guessed Jim must have been sucking his cock. That was enough for me, and I came, painting the boys' speedos white. Donald wasn't far behind, having been well aroused before by humping Jim, and came on the boys face.

After I was done, I went to look for Jim and pulled him from under the boy.

"Lick Donald's cum from his face, go on…" I whispered enticingly and he eagerly went to work. In a minute, the boy was as clean as possible. I crouched down and started sucking his cock – he deserved it, poor boy. He came in about 30 seconds, confirming my suspicions that he was closer to 18 than to 30. I swallowed his load with pleasure, as I felt him whimper like a girl, grabbing my hair firmly and thrusting his hips against my face. Donald was holding him from behind, gently kissing his neck, and Jim was working on his nipples with his talented mouth. 

When everyone was done, we finally sat down, all on the same step in a row, Jim next to Donald, and my boy between Donald and me. Then a guy descended from the higher steps, jacking his cock which was an angry red.

"Can I come on you guys? You were so hot!!!" He asked, still beating his meat. Jim jumped at the occasion and turned around bending over, presenting his ass to the guy. The guy got to him and unloaded on his speedos while grunting like caveman. As soon as he was done, he was considerate enough to wipe off his load from Jim with his towel, then left without a word. We all sat back and finally relaxed.

We spent a good 15 minutes in the sauna, relaxing, until we were all too hot and went out to take a cold shower. After that, we decided to go home. I knew Donald and Jim wanted to be together, and I had an ass I needed to fuck. So we said goodbye, and went on our merry way.

JIM

Finally! I had enjoyed the interlude with Kenneth, who really was a good guy, but I had been waiting for a week to be alone with Donald. We walked home, pretty much silent. It wasn't until we crossed the door to his apartment that we began to kiss. He took my clothes off me and progressively brought me to his bedroom. I jumped on the bed and watched him take his clothes off – the shoes, the polo shirt, the belt, the jeans, the socks… They all went away until he was standing in front of me in his bulging underwear, breathtakingly handsome. I reached toward him and did something I'd wanted to do for some time: I reached into the leg of his tight boxer briefs and pulled his cock out through the leg. I sat back and watched. He looked at me quizzically then understood I thought it was sexy, so he started to caress himself and his body, feeling himself up. In any other context, it might have looked ridiculous, but for me, this night, it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. My eyes kept alternating between his face, his pecs and his cock sticking out in such an obscene way. 

When I was a child I was, like every little queerling, obsessed with men's bodies, but even more so since I didn't have a male body at the time. I remember being on a beach one summer, I was about 8 or 9, and a guy was sleeping in a lounge chair. He was a big burly Germanic type of guy, in his forties, and his legs were spread wide apart. I didn't really care until I saw something that changed my sex life forever: he was wearing baggy shorts, which had bungled up high on his legs as he was sitting down. And through one of the legs of his shorts stuck out a big, hard and angry-red cock. Now, I'd seen penises of my boy friends at school, and I'd seen a penis on anatomy boards in the dictionary. But never had I seen a big one like that. From this moment on I was hooked and stared at men's crotches all the time. Not in a really sexual way yet, but the thing was there. I have no idea if this guy knows he was the one responsible for my realizing I liked penises, I guess not. To this day, I wonder if this was really a "I-fell-asleep-and-didn't-realize" kind of accident, of if the guy was a flasher. 

Donald finally took his boxer briefs off and joined me on the bed. He kissed me deeply and I moaned. We fell backward and started to dry-hump lightly as we kissed. I felt really good in Donald's arms, and wanted to stay like that for some time: The urgency of sexual relief was passed since our little adventure in the sauna, and now I just felt really sensual, a kind of lust that burns warmly and for a long time, not a flame that devours you. His hand slowly descended, caressing my torso, playing with my nipples a bit then moving on (I'm not that much into nipple play, but I made a note to try it on him later), stroking my stomach then my dick. I moaned, and suddenly the atmosphere changed. This brought us both back to a sex-focused interaction. I wanted to get off, he wanted to get me off and vice-versa. The kiss turned rough and his hand descended again to stroke my asshole. By then I was humping his forearm, and he kept digging his fingers in my ass. My ass had been twitching and itching to get fucked for a few days now, and only been teased by the guy in the sauna who'd come on me. I was clearly ready to get impaled by Donald's long dick.

We kissed quitely for some time, just enjoying each other. The last week had been a roller coaster: seeing him, not seeing him, thinking I was going to see him, thinking he wouldn't show up, him showing up finally... And all this waiting, that lusting for him...

But soon enough I felt my ass twitch. Every time his hands would brush the small of my back, I'd get chills. I'd been cummed on in the sauna, but that wasn't enough. I needed to get fucked. My ass felt empty and ready for some cock. I kissed him more passionately and went down to his nipples, something I knew he enjoyed. He seemed to understand my sudden passion and the change of pace, and he took charge. He reverted me on my back quite roughly and began to devour my mouth. Our tongues battled, I could feel his spit all over my lips and my chin. Our kisses were now hungry and desperate. I was horny, and I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion. I seized his cock, which was already hard as rock, leaking on the sheets, and squeezed it softly. 

He groaned and tried to fuck my hand, but I wanted it in my ass, not in my hand. I pushed him forcefully and turned around to be on my stomach, presenting my ass to him like a wanton whore. Which I kind of was. I could feel my hole twitching, aching for some touch, and he didn't disappoint. I immediately felt something soft and wet on it - for a second I thought it was his cock, but he was a gentleman. He was licking it first. I moaned deeply. There was something about the way he licked my ass that showed how much he desired me. It was incredibly arousing. He had skill, and did it well, but it was his eagerness to the task that really did the trick. I moaned and moaned, shoving my ass in his face.

"Yeah, lick my asshole! Fuck it with your tongue!"

And so he did. I could feel his tongue trying to work its way up my hole, and I shuddered. I was briefly remembered of the first time I ever got rimmed. I was much younger, only 17. I was only my second time having sex, and it was a school friend. He knew about me being transgendered, and was completely nonplussed by it. He was also the first and only gay boy I knew at the time (and reciprocally)  and although we were friends first, we'd arrived at the conclusion that if we wanted action, we'd better start getting it on ourselves, because the rather small town we lived in wasn't exactly packed with gay guys. So we became fuck buddies, and had great sex. I guessed he would have preferred me to have a real cock (I would have preferred too) but he didn't mind too much either way, considering by how many times a week we got it on. In any case, the second time we had sex, we were kissing when he suddenly backed away, and cast his eyes down. He obviously wanted to say something but didn't dare. After much nagging from me, and making me promise I wouldn't make fun of him, he finally spit it out:

"I... I want to lick your ass. Do you think it's weird??"

Truth to be told, I did find it kind of weird - ass licking was something they did in porn movies, not in "real life". But I was kind of curious about it too. So I gave him my asshole, and he spent 2 hours working on it. And I really mean 2 actual hours. I was laying on my bed face down, still wearing a polo shirt and my shoes, my legs spread out for easier access to my hole, and he laying down on the bed as well, probably quitely humping it while devouring my asshole. It was incredible, and I loved it, and from then on we did it almost every time. Most times were much shorter of course, but I loved it and it was his ultimate fetish, so we found time to accomodate our desires: Some time we'd skip classes and we'd go to the bathroom at school so he could lick my ass, and once we'd arranged a sleep-over, so that he could munch on it at his hearts content. 

The only problem with ass licking as far as I was concerned is that it made me so aroused that after a while I really needed to get fucked. So he usually licked me until I needed to get fucked, and then he'd fuck me, or if it was one of those rare times when we were not looking at the clock, he'd fuck me enough to calm me down, then go back to licking, until neither of us could stand it anymore. Dan (that was his name) had moved to California for college, where he attended Stanford. We still e-mailed each other regularly - he was really one of my best friends ever. it helped that in our small town we were pretty much the only ones who'd "gotten away". Pretty much the only ones who'd been bullied and harassed all the time, too. People didn't know I was transgendered (I had transitioned quite young, thanks to very understanding parents) but they did know or at least suspect I was gay. And in smalltown, America, that's enough.

Donald stopped licking, and I felt him move on the bed. He was getting ready to fuck me, and I was definitely more than ready. I needed his cock deep into my ass. I wiggled my ass a bit, and he laughed, slapping it with his hand good-naturedly. I laughed too - I liked that atmosphere. To be with someone that you felt comfortable with, enough that you could laugh during sex. That was nice. Even nicer was the feeling of his cock head pressing against my open hole. I pushed back, opening my ass to him, welcoming him inside. 

His cock was perfect: long enough that it hit the right parts, but thin enough that you didn't spend 15 min getting used to it before enjoying it. He slid home quickly, and we both grunted. It felt really good, to finally have something stretching my hole, filling it. He fell forward and began to nuzzle my shoulder. There was something very animal about it, that aroused me intensely. I enjoyed the attention for a few moments, then started to move my ass, signaling him it was ok to start fucking. I felt his hands on my shoulders, and he started pulling out. He did so very slowly at first, then began to build up a nice rhythm. I moaned, and could feel sweat began to form on my back. It felt divine - every time he bottomed out, he hit this really nice spot inside, and I shuddered. Turns out, you definitely don't need a prostate to love anal sex. 

He went on building up and going faster, and I knew neither of us would last very long. I started to jerk myself, and quickly had the feeling of an orgasm building up. It was like this kind of tension that went up, and every sexual feeling intensifying - going from "feels nice" to "feels awesome" to, soon, "feels overwhelming". I was going to come, and I was panting, jerking off with fury. I could still feel his hips bumping against my ass, his balls slapping against my perineum, and most of all, his cock reaming the walls of my ass. Suddenly he gasped he was going to cum, and feeling his warm sperm shoot out inside was enough for me, and I came. I felt my ass contract and squeeze his dick, and for a few seconds, we were just a mass of sweaty, sticky entangled bodies jerking and grunting. In the throes of my orgasm, I could feel his muscled arms hugging me from behind, his forehead pressing against my neck, and the sweat from our bodies slicking up every one of our movements. It was perfect.

CRUISING AT THE GYM - CHAPTER 3

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CHAPTER 2 – CRUISING AT THE GYM

Author: Stan

This story contains situations and scenes of graphic sex between consenting
adult males. All legal disclaimers apply.

            Although it is based on a true story, this story is fiction, and names and details have been changed.
            If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material then please don't.

Although the characters in this story don't, please always wear a condom during an encounter with someone you don't know well.

            Please let me know what you think. I value your thoughts and opinion. I would also like to hear from you personally. Personal stories and accounts of your own similar experiences are always welcome.

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KENNETH

He followed me to the gang shower, holding his towel at crotch level, while I put mine around my neck. I could see from the corner of me eye he was checking my ass while we walked. I flexed my glutes a bit for his pleasure and to show off – I had a nice ass, and he seemed to enjoy looking at it, so why deprive everyone of some fun?

We reached the showers and they were, as I expected, empty. I saw him look around with a bit of curiosity.

"You've never taken a shower here?" I asked.

"No. For obvious reasons, I'm more comfortable taking showers at home." He answered, shrugging. He said it in a casual way, but I could see him eyeing me from under his eyebrows – he wasn't completely sure I wasn't going to be a dick about it all. I guessed he'd had his share of bastards. I have this friend who's black, who lives on the next block. Or, rather, since I've moved now, lives across town, but who lived right on the next block for many years. Very nice guy, huge cock, great lay… Well he's told me some incredible stories of guys being right down nasty and quite openly racist. So he was always a bit wary when he hooked up with a white guy. I guess that's the same for Jimmy boy here, probably even more so. But I reminded myself of Lon, telling me that the second worst thing after a racist is someone who goes on and on and on about how not racist he is, so I kept my mouth shut. I thought he'd see I was a decent guy, I didn't need to tell him myself.

"I haven't brought any soap with me…" He said softly, obviously still wondering if that was such a good idea. I took the towel away from him to put it on the racks, and showed him the bottle of soap/shampoo I had with me.

"No problem, we can share mine." I winked at him and he smiled back. He was back to me, trying to figure out how the shower worked (they were a bit tricky – I was lucky some daddy type was there the first night I'd come and had showed me. I'd sucked his cock afterward. I mean, information has a price, right? Not that it felt like such a sacrifice, he was butch and good looking for his age, even though I'm generally not that into anyone over 30). I enjoyed the view for a few seconds – from the back, you'd never guess… He had nicely shaped shoulders, a reasonably muscular back and two tight buns for an ass… An ass I'd gotten to know quite well not that long before. At that, my cock gave a little lurch, and I felt myself starting to get hard again. I hadn't had proper sex in three weeks, and however nice that little buggering in the locker room had felt, it was far from being enough for me. I hope it would be the same for him. I quickly showed him how to work the shower, and we stepped back quickly waiting for the water to heat up.

As we stood in front of the shower, I started to paw his ass again. He moaned and pushed back against my hand. I smiled and hugged him from behind, pressing my half-hard cock against his tight ass. I kissed his neck and he moaned again. There wasn't much he could do to me in his position, so he just fell back and enjoyed the sensation. I stroked his pecs with my hands (he had quite nice pecs) then went lower and noticed for the first time a little furry happy trail that started at mid abdomen, went past his navel and finished in a thin (obviously trimmed with care) trail right down to his sex. As I was about to reach that stage, he turned around and kissed me. I kissed him too, and could feel my cock press against him again. It was very weird to be kissing a guy passionately and not feel a hard cock pressing against my stomach or my own hard cock, but I didn't mind as much as I would have thought.

I felt him pull me toward him at the same time as he backed away, bringing us under the shower, which was finally nice and steaming hot. I broke the kiss and looked around for the soap. I started soaping him up, taking good care of his shoulders and pecs (that's what I'd seen him working on, so I thought a good massage would be welcome), and he groaned deeply. Taking a good look, he had a small soul patch in the middle of his chest. It was very dark now because of the water, but I guessed it must have been some shade of dark blond when dry, since he himself was a nice golden blond. He'd taken soap in his own hands, and was massaging my own chest at the same time, staring at me with the intensity and look that I know to be associated with horned up guys. I guess I must have looked the same way.

I bent over and kissed him, putting my tongue into his ear, and I heard him groan. I knew I loved that being done to me, so I wasn't surprised he loved it too. I could feel his breath on my collarbone, even under the water and it was surprisingly arousing. Everything seemed to go well, until he almost jumped. I stopped everything, thinking I'd done something to annoy him, though I couldn't see what. In the space of one second, he'd jumped back and forth again, sticking as closely he could against me, and looked to the side, all tensed up. I finally understood something was wrong, and turned my head to see a tall red head five feet away jacking his cock and looking at us with a small smile. I could feel Jim's body all tensed up and I understood at once his problem: He had no desire that some random guy see him naked. I pressed him against me, then turned him around so he had his back to the red head and I was facing him. Right on cue, the shower stopped, and all fell silent and cold.

The red head had stopped jerking, and smiling as well. He obviously was torn apart between the desire to stay and watch the hot show, and the realization that for some reason his presence was a problem. I saw him fluster and he babbled. I was about to tell him to get the fuck out of here, then remembered that we were in a public shower, and fucked in it at our own damn risk.

"Hey man. We weren't expecting an audience… Could you wait outside for a few seconds?" I said, trying not to breathe too hard.

"Y-y-yeah. Sure. I'm - I'm really sorry…I'll wait outside…" He babbled a bit again and I had not idea was he was trying to say, then he rushed out of the showers.

As soon as he'd left I felt Jim relax. I stepped back.

"Are you ok man?"

"Yeah. Close call though."

"Yeah, sorry, we should have waited to be in the sauna or something… But I really wanted to bone you again."

"Yeah. Me too. That's what happens when you think with your dick. I mean. You know." He smiled awkwardly.

"Yeah I know exactly. So what happens? Do we stop? I mean, not to pressure you or anything, but he *was* very hot. I mean, you know… I could do with a threesome…" I said tentatively. I'd never had a threesome, but with those two guys, I could feel my blood racing.

"I don't know…" He hesitated; he was obviously tempted. "Not everyone reacts as well as you did, you know?"

"Well if he says no, his own damn loss, and we'll still have each other, which is more than enough. And if he says yes, well… As I see it, it's a win-win situation."

Just as he was about to argue, I heard a voice calling from outside the room.

"So? Are you quite decent yet? I mean, can I come in there?" It was the red head. The poor guy just wanted to shower and get home. I stole a quick peak at Jim who shrugged noncommittally.

"Yeah. Come!" I shouted back, grinning at my 4^th grade double-entendre. A quick look at Jim told me he enjoyed it too. And indeed I felt like two naughty schoolboys about to make some practical joke on someone. Except we weren't – we were going to give him the orgasm of his life.

He came in looking at the floor, decidedly not at us, and rushed straight ahead to one of the showers on the other side on the room. I could finally get a good look at him – He was tall and lean, finely muscled and had a good head of fiery hair on him. He struggled a bit with the shower (honestly, what was the deal with those anyway?) then quickly stepped back. As he did I leaped forward and caught him in my arms. He about lost his shit, gasping and half-turning around in my arms. I laughed whole-heartedly, and turned him around to kiss him, before he could react. Once he'd understood the situation, he kissed me back, and I could feel his tongue battling against me more and more fiercely. Then he stopped and pulled back.

"What made you change your mind?"

"Nothing, we were just a bit surprised and wanted to check with each other before we said OK…" I shrugged.

"Oh, ok… Sorry, I didn’t want to creep on you like that, it was just so hot." At that, he seemed to suddenly remember that there was a second guy in there, and looked over my shoulder. I turned around and saw Jim, his hands clutched in front of his crotch, right where I'd left him. I could feel he still wasn't very sure about this, and the way his eyes alternated between us and the door left no doubt that he was thinking about beating it. I said out loud

"I'm Kenneth. This is Jim. We've just met today, and just fucked. He's got the best ass." I said, nodding at Jim, while pulling the red head toward the boy. "What's your name?"

"I'm Donald." Then he blushed. Oh God, two blushing flowers in one room, my task wasn't going to be easy. I pulled him to Jim, and reached out behind both of their heads to intimate them to kiss. They did. At first a bit hesitantly, then with more and more passion. I stepped back, enjoying the show. Jim was still clutching his crotch, but moving his hands subtly as well, so I guess it wasn't just for protection he was touching himself now. As for Donald, he was holding his half-hard cock by the head between his thumb and index, moving it around absent-mindedly. It seemed to be quite thin but long – just like him. Then he pulled back and said to Jim, in a stage whisper

"I saw you working out yesterday, you're the handsomest guy I've ever seen…" Then he blushed furiously. Then jumped and looked at me, quickly adding "I mean, you too! You're really handsome too! I didn't mean that…" and again he started babbling a bit. I laughed, stepped up and put my hand on his mouth to stop him.

Once he was silent, the ridicule of the situation annoyed me. I grasped Jim's hand and pulled it out of his crotch. Donald instinctively looked down (who wouldn't?) and if he was shocked he didn't let on one bit, for which I was immensely grateful. He took Jim's hand and put it on his cock, making him jerk him off a bit, then once Jim had gotten the rhythm, reached his hand out to reciprocate the gesture. Well, not the gesture literally, but the sentiment was there.

At that I decided I'd had enough being the spectator, and remembered I wanted to do something when I'd ventured into these showers: hump Jim's ass again. I'm kind of a hump-freak, and since he didn't seem to mind, even seemed to like it, I saw no harm in indulging my kink. I hugged him from behind, putting one hand one his torso and one hand one Donald's head (they were still kissing) and proceeded to rub my cock against Jim' ass. I was a bit taller than him so I had to bend my knees a little, but in a few minutes my cock was as hard as it gets, starting to leak out. I rubbed it around in his crack, on the globes of his nice tight ass, then did what I call the "swipe motion" (don't worry, I only call it that in my head – I've never said "I'm gonna swipe the hell outta your butt" with a sexy grin): I took my cock in my hand, and swiped it from the lowest point of his ass crack (I think I was even touching his pussy – he moaned so I rubbed around a bit more) and then brought it up following his ass crack, rubbing with delight against his puckered hole that I could imagine twitching with desire at my hard spike.

All of this was starting to make me really hot, and I started to need release. But I knew this wasn't going to be practical – what if someone came in the showers again?

"Guys. I've got to get the lube, and I don't think we should stay here anyway. Why don't you go to the steam room, I'll join you in a minute?"

They both nodded, and Jim kissed me quickly on my chest while grasping my cock and squeezing tight for a second, then pulled away with Donald. I hoped Donald knew where the steam room was, since I guessed Jim had never been in it.

JIM

It was hot in the steam room, and I guess my temperature was only aggravated by what Donald was doing to me. A tongue down my throat, one hand on my shoulder, absent-mindedly massaging it, and one hand on my ass, bringing me closer to him were enough to make me burn with desire. I could feel his hot hard cock pulsating between my legs, touching my own pulsing dick. Yeah, I call it a dick, even though it's not really - I mean, it's not exactly a "clit" anymore either, after all. Also, I only get fucked in the ass, but I love oral, and "suck my dick" sounds hotter than "gently graze around my genitalia, will you?".

Anyway, I could feel his dick go between my legs (I guess he was bending his knees a bit, because he was really tall). I close my legs together, imprisoning his pulsating wood between them and he grown and gave some hip thrusting. It turned my on even more, plus it felt really good to feel him there. But I wanted him to touch my ass. I took his hand and directed it toward my hole, he obliged eagerly, still kissing me. We were both grunting in each other's mouths.

I fleetingly wondered where was Kenneth. Had he left? Had he had enough? It seemed unlikely. Maybe he'd gone to take a piss or something. I hoped he'd be back soon - I'd always wanted to have a threesome, and couldn't imagine a better setting or better partners. That and I'd just loved the way he'd fucked my ass, and how cool he was. Never in a million years had I thought that I would end up naked making out with two guys in a steam room when I'd seen him first in the weights section earlier. When he sat in front of me, I could see his nice muscles and his honest, handsome face, and my heart had skipped a bit. Then I'd seen the huge bulge in his shorts, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Was it normal? Had he stuffed it with a few socks? Or could it be he was hard... because of me? Anyway, after a while, I understood he was clearly cruising me, what with the posing and "working out in front of you routine". It was so sexy and so arousing.

I felt Donald's fingers trying to penetrate my ass, and I pushed back against his hands. He fumbled for a while, but finally wanted more and stopped kissing me, pulling back and turning me around gently. I did, eagerly, and ended up bending over, resting my hands on the first step of the steam room. This opportunity sent him in a frenzy, and he was suddenly on his knees behind me, sniffing my ass, fingering it with enthusiasm. After a while, I turned around, hopeful:

"Hey man... Do you.. Would you lick my ass? I just took a shower you know..." I wasn't too assertive - I can understand why someone wouldn't be too much into rimming, but God I needed it!

I shouldn't have worried, since as soon as I asked, he grinned widely and buried his face in my crack, licking at my ass like there would be no tomorrow. Suddenly, the room was flooded with light, then went dark again. I jumped, turning my head around, to see Kenneth strolling in. Donald hadn't even registered, and went on tongue-bathing my hole. I couldn't see Kenneth very well, since it was quite dark in the steam room (I guess there was a light, but we hadn't turned it on, so the only light came from a small TV screen on the side wall that showed various TV channels). I felt his hand caress my back, and I moaned to signify he return was a welcome one. He immediately set on massaging my back - it was very sensual, and I got chills. Between this, the heat and the tongue-assault on my ass, I was starting to feel dizzy. Donald came up for air and stood up. He added his own hands on my back and started caressing me. I turned my head around as much as I could in this position, and saw they were kissing above me, while still running their hands around. It felt like heaven. I could feel Donald's hard cock poking me in the ass, and I pushed back. It was quickly joined by Kenneth's, which poked me in my right thigh. I wished their positions had been reversed, since I loved Kenneth's penchant for humping. There was something about the untold desperation of a guy grinding your dick into you without trying to put it in which sent me over the edge.

I stood back up as well, and joined the kiss. They were a bit too high for me (well, to be quite honest, Donald was too high for both of us, but Kenneth was a few inches taller than me as well). They accommodated me, and Donald bent a bit forward to set their mouths at my height. I joined the sloppy tongues fest, and I lost track of who was licking whom, whose tongue was down my throat and whose was on my chin. It was all pretty decadent and completely hot as well. I was caressing their chest, but soon went downward on their cocks, and grasped both in each of my hands. I felt Kenneth's hand on Donald's balls. With both my hands taken, I still needed something to relieve the itch of arousal, and turned slightly on my left to rub my small stubby dick against Kenneth's muscular thigh. He quickly caught on and put his right hand on my crotch, massaging me and I thrust against his hand, groaning. It was all so fucking hot. Suddenly Donald's cock left my hand as he went to his knees and began to slurp on Kenneth 's cock. I watched him for a few instants, enjoying the look of total bliss on his face, licking and slurping away with abandon. Kenneth thrust a bit, gently facefucking him, then I felt his hand leave my crotch and press on my head, bringing me to one of his nipples.

I got the hint and started licking away, nursing on it like a baby, and he groaned even more.

"Fuck guys, that's just the best… Yeah… Keep sucking… Both of you yeah…" He groaned, and that made me super hot.

DONALD

I was crouching in front of Kenneth. His huge cock felt so fucking good in my throat. I've always had a very easy gag reflex, and since young was able to deep throat guys. In high school, I had this close friend who was very, very good at math. For myself, I'd always been good in English and History, but math wasn't my strong suit. He was straight, but like every teenager, extremely frustrated and horny most of the time. Our deal: I sucked on his cock twice a day, and he did my math homework (for some reason, we rarely had actual tests in my school). Anyway, he had this huge, huge dick, and was a deep-throat fetishist (no really: he'd shown me his internet videos collection: hours on end of girls getting choked on big cocks, sometimes to the point of puking, which I found particularly disgusting). I'd get under his computer desk, he'd put on a video, and fucked my throat, forcing my head down and all, while berating at whatever girl was on screen at the moment. A part from that, he was a great friend, and thanks to our little arrangement, I got straight As at math for all my junior year.

Kenneth seemed to enjoy a little bit of facefucking as well, and God did I enjoy it too. I just loved giving blowjobs – it was one of my life's great hobbies. In college, I'd been one of those freaks waiting for hours in a toilet stall, waiting for glory-hole users. I could feel Kenneth's hand on my head, pressing me to take even more of his cock into me. But my nose was already pressed in his abdomen (thank God, he had very little pubic hair, which he kept short and trimmed).

At one point, I almost fell over (crouching isn't the most comfortable position to suck cock), and tried to grasp unto something. The something was a thin leg, which didn't feel like Kenneth's hugely muscled legs. And I was suddenly reminded there was someone else in with us. Not just anybody, but the boy I'd been chasing for days around the gym. He was quite new, and extremely attractive, and I wanted to suck his cock. Turned out, he didn't have one, so I felt a bit disappointed. But I was still hot for him.

Kenneth's hand left my head, and was replaced by another one, slightly smaller but even more insistent. I glanced up – obviously the Jim boy was very aroused by my getting facefucked, and looked down on me with an intense grin. 

"Is this ok?" He whispered, and I nodded very eagerly. Maybe too eagerly, I probably looked like a cock-hungry freak, but God that was arousing. Being forced to suck cock from another guy… I felt his hand push me against Kenneth's abdomen, and went along with it, enjoying the feeling of his great cock slipping down my throat. Once he was completely in, and the hand on my head kept me safely stuck on his dick, he proceeded to hump / jiggle inside me. It was kind of uncomfortable to me, but hearing his deep and loud moans, extremely pleasurable to him, so I enjoyed it as well. After what seemed like hours, the hand on my head relented, and Kenneth eased himself out.

"I don't want to come yet! But that was really, really awesome." He said with a nice smile, stroking my saliva-laden cheek softly. I smiled back, happy he was happy with me, grateful for the praise. My own cock had never felt so hard. I still wanted to suck cock, so I did the most natural thing, I turned to the next guy; only to fall face to "face" with a bald (except for a small happy trail) pussy, in the middle of two thinly muscled and hairy legs. I looked up, and saw Jim looking at me with a kind of quizzical look on his face.

"Do you want me to lick your… pussy?" I said, not knowing what I wanted him to answer. He was hot, and I wanted to pleasure him, but I wasn't sure about that. He frowned then looked a bit upset. Before I could apologize, he answered

"I'd love it but you don't have to. And err, for the record, I call it my dick." He said, looking at me then quickly away.

He was a bit embarrassed, but not as much as me, and I decided to take the plunge. After all, I loved to eat ass – that wasn't so different, was it? I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, waiting for some weird smell or taste. There wasn't any. He smelt of sex and soap. I went down on him, and started licking like I would an ass, but it was much more fleshy. Not bad, just different. Then I located his "dick" and indeed, it was swollen like a hard cock, and stuck out a bit, like a hard cock – there was even a small head poking out of under the hood. I started tonguing it, circling the head like I would a normal cock, and I could hear him groan very deeply. The sound of his deep, male voice encouraged me, and made my cock jump. It had a bit deflated, but there it was, getting back in the game, and I was getting very aroused as well. I felt a hand on my head, a big large hand that I knew belonged to Kenneth, and that did it for me. I started really getting into it, lapping away, sucking away, lathering this cock in spit.

"That's it cocksucker, suck on his cock… Suck on it, make him feel good… Give him good head, you fucking faggot…" I heard Kenneth say. He wasn't very verbal when he got blown (although he was certainly vocal) but he apparently loved to comment on the action. And so between the groans from Jim and the verbal assault from Kenneth, my cock started to leak, and I had to touch it. I was jacking my cock while lapping away at this guy's small cock – after all, it was like a small cock. I couldn't deep-throat it, but I didn't mind giving my jaw a rest after I'd been skull-fucked roughly by Kenneth. After a while, I felt a second hand on my head, and it was Jim's, forcing me down to him as well as thrusting his hips against my face. I slipped down and down (this would have been a guy's balls, but there was just not much, although by his groans, I could feel it was still very sensitive, so I lapped away eagerly. I wanted to go back to his ass – we'd been interrupted earlier. He got the hint, and pulled off to turn around. At that Kenneth pulled me by the hair gently and got me off the ass. I was about to whine when he spoke:

"Jim, get on the second step so he can lick your ass. Donald, bend over on the first step. I'm going to take care of your ass." He said it with such authority I got shivers all over my body. We got into position, and Kenneth started massaging my ass with his hands. Then he brought his cock against it, and I thought he was going to try and fuck me dry, so I was about to protest, but he shushed me, and quickly I understood he only wanted to hump me. And boy, did he! As I was getting lost in Jim's crack, pushing my nose against his rosebud, I had a rock-hard, huge cock pressing against my own crack. He held on to my hips, and started really going at it, exactly as if he was giving me an extremely rough fuck, except he was outside. I heard him groan, and could feel his sweat drip on my back.

My own dick was pulsating, and suddenly I lost it, and shot my sperm on the floor. I just couldn't help it. I came without meaning to. I buried my face in Jim's ass, and didn't move until the last spasm went away. It just felt so, so good. I couldn't believe it. This had been the single most exquisite fuck of my life.

To be continued

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