Steamed Up By Alex Carbine
It had been a really boring day. I was stuck in a seaside Hotel for the next three days, care of the Company expense accounts, on a four day management course. I had attended similar before, and I suppose I keep an open mind about them - 'If you come away having learned one thing, then it has been worth it'. Not today! It had been all 'getting to know one another', passing out pencils, and looking at the current management structure of our firm. The others who were attending came from offices all over Britain, and the most useful time had been at lunch when I started talking to some of the others about our common problems. But now it was dinner time, and I was sitting in the Hotel Lounge at 7.30 in the evening, wondering what I was going to do. I picked up the Hotel brochure and scanned their advertised facilities. Ohho! I spotted that they had a sauna. Just the thing. A good sweat, a bath and then to bed, warm and relaxed. I went to the Reception to enquire.
There was a swimming pool, a small exercise machine gymnasium and a sauna and turkish bath. As I entered the area, a young muscular attendant stood up from behind his computer terminal and came to greet me. He wore a red cutaway running shirt and white very-short shorts, colorful socks and trainers. His tan advertised they had sun beds, and his muscles showed that the exercise machines did work. "Good evening Sir, can I help?" He had a soft voice and a welcoming character, I instantly liked him. "I'd like a sauna, please." I replied with a smile. "Certainly Sir, I'll just get you a couple of towels and show you where to change." He turned and walked away and I could clearly see the two light lines round the curve of his buttocks of his jockstrap, through the thin fabric of his shorts. Until that moment I had just been thinking of a sauna for myself, but the thought of him in a jockstrap started me going. I have always had a 'thing' about jockstraps, which I suppose goes back to my school days. Last Christmas I was amazed to find that C & A Stores were selling a fancy jockstrap in various colors as underwear. I bought a dozen and wear one every day now. I like the feel of the trouser fabric directly against my bottom, finding it very sensual.
He took two towels from a rack and turned to me, "If you will follow me, please." He opened a door beside him and went through into a small changing room with lockers. He put the towels down on a bench and opened one of the lockers with a key on his keyring. "Are there many here tonight?" I asked as I took off my jacket, placed it on a hanger and hung it in the locker. "No. It's normally quiet, but tonight you are the only one I have seen. Must be the football on telly or something." I sat down and untied my shoe laces. When I sat up he had put one of his feet on the bench opposite me and was leaning on his raised knee. I could see his jockstrap clearly between his legs now. I looked up at his eyes and saw that he had watched me look at his lunch box. "Have you had saunas before?" he asked, "only I have to make sure in case anything happens." I assured him that I enjoyed taking saunas at least once a week in my hometown. "You must see a few sights, in the mixed saunas," he said. "Not really," I said, "I go to a male only sauna." Our eyes met once more and he smiled again. I stood up and took off my shirt. He made no move to go and I just decided to play it from then. I undid my trousers and let them drop to the ground. I stepped out of them, folded them, turned and put them on the bench, then, with my back to him I put one foot up on the bench and took off my sock and then did the same to the other foot. I was wearing a royal blue jockstrap and he had had a good view of my bum. I turned round and put my trousers, shoes and socks into the locker, and then I peeled my jock off and placed it ontop of the rest of the clothes. The attendant stood up straight and came over to lock the locker door. I did not move and he had to stand beside me. I could see that his cock was now semi-hard, lying across the front of him, making a ridge in his shorts.
I stepped back and picked up my towels. He locked the locker and I followed him to the sauna. It was the usual pine box affair, with a couple of slatted shelf seats to sit or lie on. As I walked in he told me that he would check on me in ten minutes, and then left me to my own devices. I spread the towel along the lower seat and lay down on my back. It was beautifully quiet and relaxing, and I lay there thinking of the attendant's cock, fantasizing.
It seemed only a few minutes had passed when the door to the sauna opened. I turned my head to see who it was. He was back. He had taken off his shirt, trainers and socks and was only in his jock and shorts. "Murphy's Law says that someone will come to your empty desk whilst you are here," I said. "Not with a closed sign up," he said. "Do you mind if I join you?" I nodded and motioned for him to sit down. He climbed up over me and sat on the upper slats, leaning against the hot pine wall, with his legs slightly apart. Where I was lying on my back I could see right up into the V of his legs, and the light cotton fabric of his jock. In a matter of seconds my cock started to stiffen. "My name's Andy," he said. "Mine's Alex," I replied. We were silent for a minute or two, my cock pointing lazily at my chin, but not hard. I have an uncut 8 inches with short, trimmed, pubic hair. The sweat was beginning to show on Andy's torso. He stood up and took off his shorts. I was directly under him and was looking up at his crutch. "Do you like my jock," he asked, "only I noticed you wearing one as you stripped." I sat up on my elbows. "Yeah. I like what I see." I reached over and cupped the cotton pouch containing his dick and balls, feeling his stiffening rod. I was sweating profusely. My cock was rock hard. My fingers traced the tip of his cock, feeling the ridge of his now hard glans. A small wet stain was spreading on the fabric, caused by his pre-cum. "Don't worry," he said, " I often close up early and work out in the gym. Reception won't send anyone else down here, and the door is locked." I started to wank him slowly. He stood over me with his hands on his hips. "I'm bloody hot," I said. He stepped over me and down onto the floor. His cock was sticking out from his body, straining the fabric out of shape. "I have a massage room which is cooler," he said. I swung my legs round and stood up next to him. My cock was just as hard. I ran my hand up and down under the length of him, and he took hold of my cock and gave it a couple of tugs. I followed him out of the sauna and round to the massage room.
He went over to the side table and picked up a bottle of oil. "Lie down and I will give you a massage." I lay on my front and let my hands drop either side of the massage couch. His warm hands applied a slightly aromatic oil - lavender and walnut mixed - and I relaxed under his capable touch. He stood to my left and smoothed my neck and shoulders, moving slowly down over my buttocks, and then onto my legs and feet. It took him five or more minutes to reach my toes. Then he came round and stood at my head, which was slightly over the end of the table, facing the floor. His hands started kneading my shoulders and down my spine. He stepped away and returned with more oil in his hands. I felt the warmth of the oil in the small of my back and then he was leaning forward to massage my buttocks. I moved my legs apart, and his hands smoothed down behind my balls, stroking my anus on each up stroke. I raised my head and found his jockstrap was right infront of me. I lifted my hands and pulled down his jock. His erect cock caught on the elastic waist band and then sprang free. I pulled him towards me and took him in my mouth. Two of his fingers started massaging my anus and as I sucked him, he slipped a finger into me. We mutually sucked and fucked each other . As he thrust into my mouth, his finger pushed into my ring. This continued for minutes with both of us simply enjoying the pleasure of the moment. My tongue washed round the purple head of his cock and felt the pumped up veins on his cock as he fucked my mouth. I love deep-throating a cock, and he soon found he could push all the way in to the back of my throat. For my part I was in second heaven with the way he finger fucked my arse.
It was he who brought things to a halt as he did not wish to cum yet. He pulled out of me, at both ends, and I turned over onto my front. Because I had been lying on it my cock was not stiff. He took hold of it and started to wank me, pulling my loose foreskin back and forth over the edge of my helmet. I gave a sigh and he asked if I liked it. Did I like it!!! He told me he could do more and went over to his side table. From a drawer he brought out a black jelly cock dildo. He came over to me and asked if I wanted fucking with it. My eyes told him yes before I did, and he rolled a condom down over it and lubricated it with gel from a sachet. I lifted my knees up to my chest and held them there with my hands behind my knees. He stood at the foot of the massage couch and first insert one finger, then two. Having lubricated my hole with two fingers of gel I felt the dildo at my ring. He began to twist it one way then the other and put a gentle pressure on it. Gradually it worked in past my sphincter muscle and into my back passage. I could feel the shape of it as he slowly used it to fuck me. He came round to my side so that I could wank him as he pumped it in and out of me, and then he leaned over and managed to get his head between my legs and suck me. As his hot moist mouth closed over my dickhead I almost came , and he could feel how my ring tightened on the dildo as my muscles contracted. His head bobbed up and down whilst his hand pistoned the rubber cock in and out of my bum.
When he came up for air he asked if I was OK, and then asked if I was game for a different but similar position. He fiddled around under the couch and then brought out an electric control module on a lead. By pushing the buttons he was able to raise my feet end and lower my head end, so that the couch ended up on a tilt. With a little adjustment he arranged the couch so that my head was at the right height for him. My legs were bent at the knees and my hands held on to the side of the couch so I did not slip off. With his hands either side of my pelvis he was able to stand on the floor and fuck my mouth, whilst he bent down and sucked my cock. He was also able to reach round and fuck my arse with the rubber cock. It was amazing. He would go down on my cock as he pulled the dildo out and push it back in as he slid back up off my cock. Up and down went his mouth whilst the black dick went in and out, all the while he was fucking my mouth with his rigid pole. Eventually it was my turn to call a halt as I would have cum, but it was one of the best bits of fun I have had in ages.
I climbed off the couch and leaned against it. He stood there grinning and slowly wanking his prong. "That was something wasn't it?" he asked. I had to agree it was the best. "I have always wanted to try that, but never had the opportunity," he said, still wanking himself. "Do you want to cum?" I asked, to which he nodded a yes. I climbed astride the slanting couch with my hands holding the top edge and my legs either side, with my feet on the ground. Lying forward, the couch supported my body and I could lie along it with my head at the top. Andy rolled a condom onto his dick and lubed it up from another sachet, then he came round behind me and I felt his cockhead nudge between my cheeks. My hole was already open from the fucking he had given me with the dildo, so it was simple for him to slip up into me. I felt him give a little push and then relaxed as I sensed the heat of his prick inside me. He put his hands on my shoulders and started with a slow, easy rhythm to fuck my arse. Truthfully he was easier than the dildo, and as I felt him start to speed up I held onto the top end of the couch and arched my head back. His hands squeezed my shoulders as his thrusting became more urgent, and I could feel the rim of his cockhead getting bigger as he scraped up and down my chute and he neared his climax. I knew he was near to cumming but he suddenly exploded into me. I could feel each pulse as he pumped his sperm into the condom teat. My anus contracted in sympathetic spasms which heightened his orgasm. He thrust seven or eight times deeply into me, each time holding his cock right in as he spurted, then withdrawing almost all the way to thrust in and gush his white cum again. Then it was all over. He flopped against my back, still holding on to my shoulders. I could feel his cock subsiding and it was not long before it plopped out of my hole. He stepped away from the couch and as I turned I could see him remove the condom. He held it out to me and I could see it held a surprising amount of jism. "You really needed that, didn't you," I said as I turned round. "You've got to believe it. It's been almost a week since I last came." I took hold of the condom and felt it's weight, then handed it back to him. He tied a knot in it and dropped it in the bin beside the door, then he turned to me and said, "Now it's your turn." I got up onto the couch and lay on my back. He stood at the foot of the couch and leaned forward, took hold of my cock and started to wank it to a stand. He reached over to the side table and squeezed the remaining lube onto his hand and then used his slippery hand to wank me. With one hand at the base of my cock holding my foreskin back, and the other covered in lube wanking my cockhead I was soon very close to my orgasm. "Let me know when you're cumming," he said as his hand pumped firmly on my knob. As I got very close I said "This is it." He took a tissue and wiped my cock to get rid of the lube, then planted his mouth over my glans and gave me a blowjob! As soon as I felt his mouth a knew I was cumming. I orgasmed and pumped time and time again. He massaged my balls and wanked at the base of my cock whilst his head slid his mouth up and down my shaft. In the end I cried out for him to stop because it had become too much and was as much agony as ecstasy. He pulled away from me, stuck his tongue out to show me the white coating I had given it, then swallowed the lot. We were both absolutely knackered, and went through to the shower area, where we lathered each other down. Neither of us had the energy for any more, but it did feel nice when we washed each others balls, cocks and I loved it when he ran a soapy hand up and down the crack of my arse. He unlock my locker and I dressed. I left him standing naked at the door to the gym thinking of his promise of 'something better tomorrow night'.