I was sitting all by myself in the sauna. The heat was turned up high, the steam thick and wet. I was wearing just a white towel around my slim hips, and I had a hand burrowed down in the towel, softly, languidly stroking my hard, pulsating cock. A strenuous late-night session on the weights had left me feeling drained and fulfilled, glowing and aroused.
The door popped open and a man intruded on my reverie.
I jerked my hand out of the towel and flung it up to my red hair, shakily ran it through. ‘H-hi,’ I said, watching the man step up onto the third tier of cedar benches opposite me.
‘Hi yourself,’ he responded, his voice rich and deep. He leant back against the cedar-panelled wall and let out a sigh. ‘Feels good, huh?’
‘Yeah … Sure does.’
He was twice my young age, built twice as big. He was wearing a white towel too, and nothing else; his huge, black, muscular upper body mushrooming up out of the skimpy tight towel, dark, thick-muscled legs pouring out from the bottom. He was shaved smooth all over like a bodybuilder, pumped up-pecs and arms and thighs trained almost as ripped as one. His ebony skin gleamed with perspiration.
I felt my cock restiffen under my towel.
‘Haven’t seen you around before,’ he rumbled, looking at me.
‘No! This is my first time.’ And I wasn’t just talking about working out at the gym.
‘You’ll like it. Good people here. I come all the time.’ He grinned, teeth flashing white. ‘Mind if I ditch the towel?’ His brown eyes twinkled through the mist.
I gulped, staring at his big, beautiful, glistening body and high-planed, handsome face. ‘Um, no … Not at all. Go right –’
He arched his butt off the bench and pulled the towel away.
My tongue and eyeballs hit the tiled floor at the same time.
His cock was large and thick and vein-corded, a mahogany log even unerect. It was dark as night and just as dangerous, capped at the tip. I licked my parched lips, feeling my own cock surge, my body swell with shimmering heat.
I felt heavy, heady, like I was in a trance, the steamy warmth and stunning sight of that naked, muscle-bound and cock-dangling man making me delightfully dizzy. I’d never been in the bare presence of such awesome, overpowering masculinity before.
‘Ah, that’s the stuff,’ he growled, shifting around on the bench, setting his black mamba to wagging between his legs. ‘Name’s Troy, by the way.’ He stuck out his hand.
I was too far away to accept his greeting. I couldn’t connect with the man without getting up and going over. I had to connect. I got up and went over, drawn like gravity, compelled.
I stumbled down my tier and staggered up his. My towel slipped off my hips and I grabbed at it, just as I grabbed on to Troy’s big, welcoming hand. ‘Cody!’ I yelped. He pulled me up onto his bench, his hand warm and firm and guiding, engulfing my pale little hand. I plopped down next to him, thin and white and young, a boy among man.
‘Nice to meet you, Cody.’ He pointed a thick finger at my left pec, the lighter underside of its soft, rounded tip poking my pink nipple. ‘Looks like you got some development going on there.’
I jerked, goosebumps burning across my sallow chest at the touch of the he-man. ‘Th-thanks!’
He closed his eyes and leant his head back against the wall, spreading his legs wider apart. His huge shoulder brushed up against my puny shoulder, making me shiver. Making me boldly say, ‘Uh, you’ve got great some chest development, yourself. Can I feel it?’ The last set of words spilled out of my mouth along with a string of saliva.
Troy opened his eyes and smiled at me. ‘Sure. Go to town.’ He flexed his pecs, making the dark mounds with the even darker tips dance right before my staring green eyes.
‘I’m just, you know … I’d, uh, like to get as big as you one day. So –’
He pulled my left hand out of the wood and planted it on the muscle – his right pec. I grinned, giddy, feeling the clenched mass pop under my palm. I spread my fingers wide, stretching them out over his nipple. I squeezed, brushed my fingertips back and forth.
Troy grunted and closed his eyes again, shifted his feet, setting his hanging dong in motion again.
I stared down at his cock. It appeared to be lengthening, thickening. I clutched his pec, strummed the ripe, rigid nipple with my fingers, hardly believing what was happening. His cock was definitely rising, engorging, spearing up and out!
I swallowed hard, and my throat cracked dry despite the 110 per cent humidity. I shifted around and threw my right hand onto Troy’s left pec, gripping that mass of muscle and tissue and jutting nipple. ‘Y-yeah, you really got it going, all right!’ I garbled, groping the man’s bouncing pecs, gazing at his surging dong. It was sticking straight out from his shaven loins, powerful and gleaming as the rest of the muscleman.
He murmured, ‘Take a taste, if you want.’
My pale red lips trembled like my lily-white hands on his ebony chest. There was no doubting his intent, hiding his interest. Steam gushed out of my ears and my face flushed red as my hair. It was happening – I was pushing my head forward, sticking my tongue out, tasting the hard, rubbery, liquorice texture of his man-nipple.
We both jerked with the wicked warm and wet impact.
I anxiously swirled my pink tongue around and around Troy’s dark nipple, making it shine, swell even further, nervously looking up into Troy’s heavy-lidded, liquid-brown eyes. He softly smiled, popping his pec under my tongue. I flowered my lips and flowed them right over the straining bud, sealed them around his nipple and urgently sucked.
A tremor ran through his big body. I nursed like a hungry infant, sucking hard and tight on the man’s nipple, squeezing his pecs. I yanked my head back, plunged it over, engulfing and consuming his other equally flared nipple and tugging on it.
I thought I’d melt. My face and body were on fire. Troy cupped the back of my head with a huge hand and pulled me back, gazing into my glassy eyes. ‘How ’bout helping me out with that new development you created?’ His eyes rolled downward.
My orbs followed, down his rock-ribbed stomach to his granite-hard cock. His dong was standing up almost straight into the air, 12 inches of towering manhood. ‘Yes, please!’
He helped me head down. I pulled my fingers out of his chest and laced them around his cock, gripping his dick top and bottom like I’d been charming snakes all my sexual life.
‘Yeah!’ Troy grunted, thrusting his dong upward between my damp little palms. It passionately throbbed in my grasping paws.
I bent over the enormous erection, staring into the blue-black, bloated cap, riding my hands up and down. I was stroking, pumping the man’s cock, righteously feeling the thick, pulsating, vein-ribboned length of dark meat. It was incredible, wickedly intimate. My knuckles blazed white on the beating black dong.
Troy pushed my head further down. My lips pressed up against his gaping slit. I kissed his slit, licked it, opened my mouth up wide and took his knob right inside.
I was as shocked as anyone.
‘That’s the stuff!’ Troy groaned, shooting more massive cock into my mouth.
I couldn’t see, couldn’t think clearly, the steam and lust clouding my eyes and head like the man’s dick was crowding my mouth. I bent my neck down at his urging, inhaling more of his pipe. It pulsed powerfully in my mouth, thundering like the blood in my ears, the beefy hood bumping up against the back of my throat. My lips stretched obscenely, my face crammed with cock, my own prick a steel rod tenting my towel.
‘Suck it!’ Troy basslined.
I sucked his huge member, vaccing tight and drooling, Troy helping me bob my head up and down. I only gagged a little, pulling hard on his meat with my mouth. My nostrils flared like bellows, sweat pouring off my forehead and down onto Troy’s big balls. His hips picked up the pace, pumping his cock into me so I could go deeper, more depraved.
‘How ’bout I fuck you? Work out that ass of yours?’
A tingle shot through my chute. I’d never been fucked by a man before, except in innumerable fantasies, of course. I’d never sucked a man’s cock or tasted his come before either; but that’s exactly, amazingly what I was doing – tasting a spurt of salty precome from the dong I was excitedly sucking.
Troy pulled my head up. His cock slid out of my mouth, leaving me gapingly empty. It stood tall between his thighs, spit-slickened and leaking precome thanks to yours truly. Troy helped swing me around, so that I ended up in his lap, sitting astride his muscular thighs in front of his jutting hammer.
My towel was lost in the erotic transfer. My own cock pronged up straight and hard and throbbing pink, right next to Troy’s deep-dark dong. He gripped the pair together in his big, warm hand and pumped.
I almost shot up into the air with the sensual impact. But I managed to grab on to Troy’s cinder-block shoulders just in time. I stared dazedly into his brown eyes, feeling every torrid inch of his erection pinned against my erection, our cocks burning together, melding with the pump of his hand. It was the most exquisite sensation I’d ever experienced – up to that point.
‘Nice pubic muscle,’ Troy breathed in my face.
Then he kissed me, his plush lips splashing into mine, his brilliant pink tongue shooting into my open mouth. I feebly tried to tongue him back, but his thick, swirling, wet licker easily overpowered mine. So I just hung on and let him thrash around inside my mouth, as he churned our cocks together faster and faster.
‘Oh … Troy! I’m going to … I’m going to …!’ I gasped, the superheated sexual situation too much for an amateur like myself. The guy had too much experience, too much equipment for me to compete at his level.
He immediately snapped his tongue out of my mouth and whipped his hand off our pressed cocks. ‘Not yet, Cody! I’ve got to work out that cute little ass of yours yet, remember?’
A small bottle of lube magically appeared. I didn’t even think it was necessary with all of the sweat and steam, but Troy knew best, knew just how big he was, and felt. I watched him grease his nightstick. Then he hooked an arm around my waist and lifted me up and slid a blunt finger in between my quivering white butt cheeks, rubbed my frightened starfish slick.
‘Ready?’ he asked.
My mouth opened and closed like I was about to be gaffed.
Troy gripped his cock, pushed the cap up between my cheeks and against my pucker. I hung suspended on the beefy tip of his spear, not breathing. Then my butt ring buckled under the tremendous pressure, flowered. Troy’s hood squished into my chute, bulging my anus.
I groaned, shaking wildly. He gripped my thin waist with both of his big hands and pressed me down, onto his black spike. Shaft glided into my ass, bloating it, stuffing me, inches and inches and inches of thick-veined, over-engorged manhood.
My rippling bum touched down on his clenched thighs. His cock was buried up my ass. It felt like that dong would come right out my throat, it was cramming me so full. The sensations were strange and wicked and wonderful. I was electrified like never before with that cable coursing up my butt, making me blaze.
Troy painted my parted lips with his tongue, slowly lifting me up, down on his pile-driver. I clung to his shoulders, barely able to breathe, to comprehend, a mass of flaming raw nervy joy. He thrust his hips in rhythm to his lifting, churning my chute with his cock.
My internal temperature raged inferno, the smooth pumping action turning me incendiary. My own cock bounced right along, stiff as a frozen rope in that sexual steam bath.
Troy moved faster, stroking long and hard into my anus. I blinked my eyes for the first time in minutes, flung a sheet of sweat off my face with a toss of my head. I could see clearly now, feel everything. A man was fucking my virgin ass; he’d popped my anal cherry and now was drilling me deep as a dong could go. I helped him, bounding up and down in his lap, riding his thrusting cock.
He grinned, his teeth gritted together, face shining with perspiration, fierce with lust. I kissed him, tongued sweat off his upper lip and chin, impaling myself on his charcoal stake.
He thrust faster, higher, ecstasy egging us on. A man fucking another man up the ass – the most natural and beautiful workout there is. The wooden bench creaked and our tightened flesh cracked together, our breath coming in gasps.
‘Fuck, Cody! I’m gonna –’
‘Me too!’
He hammered up my chute in a frenzy, tossing me into the air. My wildly flapping cock erupted, spouting sizzling semen all over Troy’s clenched pecs and abs. I cried pure bliss, riding the man’s ramrod to heaven as he howled and bucked, blasted steaming sperm up my butt.
I was coming, a man was coming inside me; my wildest dreams coming true. It went on and on, my cock spurting for ever, his cock shooting me full of an ecstasy I’d never known existed before.
I probably lost ten pounds off my slender frame in that cauldron of a sauna, along with my innocence. And then I almost lost my mind, when I saw Troy leaving the gym with a woman, who he introduced as his wife.
‘Cody and I are workout buddies, Rachel,’ he explained to the statuesque redhead. Then he grinned at me. ‘Same time, same place on Wednesday – buddy?’
My head bobbed up and down like it had in the gorgeous guy’s lap.
I couldn’t wait for another sauna session with Troy, so he could develop me further as a man.