Any man who is aroused by the faint smell of chlorine diluted into humid air and slick tiles under his feet knows what I am writing about. The secret world of men, a world hidden from women, where men can be at ease, and enjoy the manly pleasures which they would other wise be denied. The Romans understood it, the Arabs and Greeks still do. Some say the Greeks invented it. The following is a revelation of that secret world.
The men who came to the steam room could be divided into two types, those who came to enjoy themselves, and those who came to enjoy other men. There was a young man, who called himself Peter who was of the former type. He was dark-haired, and very handsome. He was well over six feet tall, with a trim, athletic body. He had aristocratic features, and carried himself like a man who came from a very respectable background. He was probably a graduate student at the university, or well placed in business. He came to the steam room to show off in front of other men. He would parade in through the door with an arrogant smile on his well shaped face. His naked body was like a Greek statue come to life. His large cock hung over the round, tight basket of his balls like a plump sausage. Any man would have been proud to own such a cock, and Peter was no exception. Women may have been able to satisfy his sexual needs, he showed no interest in other men for that purpose, but his ego still required the gratification which could only another man could give him. He would sit on a bench with his legs apart and smile as other men looked him over approvingly, often jealously. The longer men stared at him, and the more men there were staring at him, the more aroused he would become. His cock would harden with out being touched, growing to a length and girth so impressive that it was hard to imagine it's equal. Certainly there were many men who could match him for size, or for beauty, but few would could present both, and fewer who were as handsome over all. Indeed his size was made more impressive by virtue of the fact that his cock was shaped with the same undeniable beauty as his face. The shaft was straight, and of a consistent thickness from the root all the way to the base of the crown. The crown was rounded, fleshy and full. It was rosy in color, but the tone was consistent with the rest of his cock, which was it's self consistent with the smooth even color of his entire body.
When his cock was fully hard, which meant he had gathered a good sized crowd of admirers, he would stretch his long muscular legs, and slowly slide his right hand down his smooth flat well toned stomach toward his rigid cock. His hands were impressively large. It was not hard to imagine him having to put unusual amounts of effort into buying gloves. Yet, his hands were not so large that his cock did not over fill them when it was hard. When he grasped his cock at the base, it would extend past his fist further than many men's cocks extend from the root. It was a sight any man would be proud to display. Like a peacock spreading his tail, or a baboon exposing his fangs, Peter would show off his cock. Women, who are more moved by the depths of a man's emotions than they are the depths of his penetrations, could not appreciate fully what Peter had between his legs, or express their appreciation in ways which could move him. Peter's cock was meant to impress other men, for only another man would pay it the proper respect and homage. When he displayed his cock to a room of other men, other men who were also naked, other men who could not out measure him, he enjoyed the knowledge that he was with out question a man who stood a cut above the others. He would casually message his long thick toy, with unbreakable confidence. As he rubbed it, and squeezed it, and polished it with the clear juice which rose from his loins and wetted the tip, his cock would grow even more, achieving a magnificently rich color, and becoming as strong as a steal spring. He would sit and play with it, sometimes becoming entirely unconcerned with his audience, lost in the enjoyment of the unparalleled perfection of his body. Other times he would look around at the other men in the steam room, seeking out the voyeurs, making sure that there were other men enjoying the opportunity to view the grand spectacle of his uncommonly handsome cock. He never engaged in any physical activity with any other man, or showed any interest in doing so, but he would encourage men to sit or stand as close as they dared and watch him as long as they wanted. He seem to particularly enjoy it when young men, ones who were only just out of boyhood, would stop and stare at him with their bald jaws hanging in amazement; or when some man who walked as though he thought he was the biggest bull in the barn yard would look at Peter, then look down at his own cock with a sudden disappointment on his previously arrogant face.
Peter's other impressive quality was his remarkable staying power, and astounding virility. He could sit in the steam room enjoying his cock for an hour, sometimes longer, before he would begin to climax. It was never clear what it was that set him off. If it was a particular size of audience, or a certain type of spectator, or simply the will to do so, no man but Peter ever knew what made him come. The sight of Peter coming, however was enough to send every man who was watching him into extremis. His slim waist would begin to writhe rhythmically as his hips hovered above the bench, on which he had been sitting, and propelled his long stiff cock against his massaging hand in an orgasmic dance. With his free hand he would cradle and squeeze his round egg size balls, or pinch his tight nipples, until with a bestial groan he would release a thick white ribbon of jissom which would sail in to the air and land on his tensed pectoral muscles, or sometimes his face. This geyser spurt would be followed by more eruptions, which would arch through the thick humid air, speckling his hard smooth torso and strong hairy legs. It was not uncommon for the more flamboyant men to applaud. If his audience was appreciative enough, Peter would gain so much satisfaction from them that he would very quickly become aroused again, and could continue his performance for another hour, enjoying several more equally violent climaxes before he would retire to the showers, to wash away the salty traces of his secret pleasures.
Another man, who answered to Martin, might have seemed like the type who came to enjoy others; but like Peter his enjoyment was entirely narcissistic. Martin was in the prime of manhood. His face was rugged, and handsome; his body sculpted by years of hard work. He was neither tall, nor short. He had short sandy hair on his head and his jaws, and more of it on his chest. His arms were large and strong, his hands heavy and coarse. Martin, unlike Peter, was not content to have men admire him from afar. Martin needed to have other men submit to him in order to get off. He was not terrifically choosy; he seemed to prefer them young and pretty, but more than anything he preferred them to be submissive and servile.
He would sit on his bench of choice and wait. As attractive as he was, he never had to wait long for a willing partner. There was one young man, who looked like a soldier even in just a towel, who approached Martin so boldly it was hard to believe he had any notion of what he was getting himself into. He was top condition and wore his hair in the military style. His body was, never the less, slim and hairless. Through the steam he appeared to be a fresh new recruit, but if one drew closer one could see he had the cold fearless eyes of a veteran. He had patriotic tattoos on his thick arms and a scar on his chin.
Martin was on his bench playing with his impressive cock as he waited for a man to take the bait. Martin's cock was not long, but it was large, and very nice to look at. When it was hard it stood straight out from his body, as if it were supported by steel rod rather than muscle and blood. It's shaft was thick, and highly colored by swollen veins, his crown was like an over ripe berry from some exotic jungle plant, red and glistening with it's saline juices. The Soldier walked over to him confidently, after having watched him for some time. He sat down beside Martin, and with out saying a word took hold of Martin's cock and squeezed it. Martin grunted, the Soldier smiled. Martin gestured toward the floor, the Soldier obeyed, dropping to his knees and facing the older man. Martin pushed his crotch forward, and made his cock snap up and down with his groin muscles. The Soldier smiled understandingly and began to lick the salty stick. His fat tongue slipped up and down the shaft, and over the head, like a dog liking a bloody bone. His lips flapped over the knob whetting it with his hungry mouth. He swallowed it greedily.
Slowly a smile of perfect contentment eased it's way across Martin's rough, handsome face. He liked having it sucked, and no one knew how to suck it like another man. Women had only an objective understanding of cock sucking, for in order to fully understand how to suck a cock one must know how it feels to have one's cock sucked. The Soldier serviced Martin's cock with manic enthusiasm. He worked Martin over like a boy who expected to be rewarded for a job well done. He squeezed the fat shaft close to the root with one hand and stroked it with the other, while he suckled the tip with his undulating tongue and wanton lips. His shaved head bobbed rhythmically as he milked Martin for what seemed like well over an hour. (Such places don't often have clocks on the walls, which adds to the atmosphere an element of timeless unreality like dreaming awake.)
The young Soldier held Martin on the edge of release until Martin's face was twisted by the agony of anticipation, and his powerful body was growing tense. The Soldier's bright eyes flashed with coquettish satisfaction, as he watched Martin's pleasure mounting. At long last, when Martin's anticipation was turning into frustration, he drove his cock into the Soldier's face, and clamped his heavy hands on the younger man's stubbly skull. He groaned and growled as he emptied his balls into the soldier's mouth. The Soldier sat back on his haunches, smiled and wiped his mouth.
The Soldier stood, his cock was rigidly awaiting it's reward. He gestured toward his fine, well-shaped appendage. He had serviced Martin well and expected to have the favor returned. Martin laughed. As far as Martin saw things he owed the Soldier nothing. It was reward enough to have experienced Martin's sexual prowess. The Soldier did not look like he agreed with Martin at all. Indeed, the Soldier looked like he disagreed with Martin absolutely. The Soldier's charming smile began to fade.
As Martin laughed at him, the Soldier took a hold of Martin's ankles and with a quick series of deft movements, so agile one could only expect them of a man who fought other men for his living, he threw Martin's legs back behind his ears and turned him ass end up. Even when he was in the state which Nature intended, the Soldier was a very well equipped man. His cock was long and thin with a plump mushroom shaped crown, and he applied it to Martin's ass with the same selfish brutality that Martin had used with his short fat cock when he was ramming it against the Soldier's tonsils. Martin was a strong man, and as much as he protested, he made no earnest effort to deny the Soldier his reward. In point of fact, he didn't resist the Soldier at all.
The men who came to the steam room to be fucked, watched enviously as the Soldier ploughed virgin soil with the skill of a man who knew what his body was designed to do. Martin took the fucking with manly grace. Somewhere in his mind he must have known that after having taken his selfish pleasures from more men than could ever be counted, he had earned his turn on the bottom. It wasn't a long fucking, but it went on long enough that Martin seemed to have learned why some men enjoy nothing as much as they enjoy a good screw. When he was ready, the Soldier pulled his long thin cock out of Martin's ass and released a volley of jissom, which flew from him with tremendous velocity, and landed on Martin's face. When it was over, the Soldier thanked Martin with courtly courtesy, and walked off to bathe himself.
Martin did not return to the steam room after that. Whether he went on to another, or settled at home with a fat happy wife, I can not say. It is safe to assume that, having been dethroned, he was not willing to resume his post on the bench and use men with out kindness or compassion. The Soldier returned many times, and always had his pick of the men who were present, having proven his ability, and his willingness to please any man who would please him in exchange.
Peter and Martin were both men who came to the steam room to enjoy themselves. Both of them were, after his own taste, there to for his own pleasure. But what of the other type, the men who came to the steam room to enjoy other men? With out question the Soldier was one of that type, although his submission came at a price. There were others who would surrender to, and service other men and did not expect any thing in return. Anthony was a man who took no pleasure in having men submit to him. He had learned the more subtle pleasures of passivity, and enjoyed them with serene abandon. He was young and beautiful, smooth athletic body, and a pretty face. He had thick black hair on his head and around his cock, and large dark eyes with long seductive lashes. He was not the sort of man who had to wait long for a partner in the steam room. As soon as he entered the room men were watching him, he had only to take his pick. The Soldier was particularly fond of him.
Anthony took to the Soldier right away. The first time he saw him he walked right over, and grabbed the Soldier by his long slim cock. He squeezed it with an approving smile, then took the fat head between his full lips and began to suckle it. The Soldier had a friend, who he called Sam. Sam was a strong good-looking man with reddish blonde hair. His cock was fat, even when it was soft. It's crown was big and heavy. Sam was not as tall as most men, and he was quite lean, which made his fat cock look even larger than it really was. The Soldier and Sam had been jerking each other off when Anthony went down on the Soldier. The Soldier continued to fondle Sam's fat handsome cock while Anthony polished his own. Sam did not object, before he could Anthony had begun to service them both. He would alternate between the two men, sucking one while fondling the other.
Then Anthony began to focus his attentions on more exclusively on Sam, licking and sucking him as if he cared more about having Sam's well shaped specimen in his mouth than he did about getting Sam off. As he did this Anthony turned his firm beautiful ass to the Soldier, rolling his hips, and clenching his buttocks suggestively. The Soldier smiled as he examined Anthony's clean rosy hole, then leaned forward and flicked it with the tip of his powerful tongue. Anthony's body shivered as the Soldier licked him open. He spread his legs, and locked them, all the while working on Sam's cock and balls. The Soldier pushed his fat rosy battering ram against Anthony's ass, ass he caressed the boys smooth body with is strong hands. Taking hold of Anthony's slim waist the Soldier slowly worked each inch of his long shaft into him. Anthony gasped, groaned and cooed; while he worshipped Sam's cock adoringly. The Soldier began to turn his hips in circles as he ploughed into Anthony's ass, then drew back and sank it back in a bit deeper. The more he fucked him, the more Anthony relaxed, and the more he relaxed, the more the Soldier could fuck him. Sam watched Anthony enjoying his cock, and smiled, as if he were not only proud of his cock, but jealous of the pleasure Anthony took from sucking it.
After quite some time the Soldier's legs grew tired, so he sat back on the bench and made Anthony straddle him and ride his cock. Anthony's cock bounced as he gyrated on top of the Soldier. Sam stood beside them and they took turns sucking on him, and sometimes they both sucked him at the same time. When Sam could no longer sustain his pleasure, Anthony greedily took his come in his mouth. Sam collapsed on the bench beside them, his finely sculpted young body glistening with sweat in the hot humid air. The Soldier and Anthony fucked for quite some time. Other men approached, and Anthony sucked their cocks with the same vigor he had attacked Sam's. Sam stayed close by, sometimes having another go at Anthony's jizz-hungry mouth, other times fondly caressing his friend the Soldier.
They had Anthony on his back when the Soldier was finally ready to climax. Sam and another man where rubbing their cocks together over Anthony's mouth, while he sucked at them both. The Soldier groaned and pulled his cock out of Anthony's ass then fired rope after rope of thick white jissom from his swollen cock. As he did this, the other two were moved by the same impulse and soon the three of them were showering Anthony with their seed. During this moment Anthony fell into convulsions, and his own cock hardened and spat with out being touched. When it was all over the men lay in an exhausted heap on the bench, caressing and fondling one another. It was a beautiful thing to witness.
There is one last type of man who visits the steam room. One which I have not mentioned before, although I'm sure my dear readers are wondering about them. The last type is the type in which I myself must be counted; for the last type are those who come to the steam room to watch. Having read what I have seen there, I'm sure there is no mystery as to why we voyeurs go there.