By: mcamden & Ryan Michaels
I was tired. My legs were a little shaky going down the stairs, my hair plastered down and my shirt hanging heavy and cold against my body. I felt good, though, because the workout had been just what I had needed to work some of the kinks out of my arms and shoulders. My muscles were now tired, but not as achy as they had been when I'd finally finished putting the new starter in our aging car.
It seemed odd to walk through the gym when it was dark outside, the skylights black and foreboding. I usually worked out in the morning, but I'd been up early to see my wife off for the weekend and then gone right to fixing the car. I was glad that I'd come, though, even though I'd debated just turning on the TV and fixing some dinner. Now I was looking forward to a long soak in the steam room, the real reason that I'd decided to go ahead and work out on this cold winter night.
The locker room was deserted as I stripped out of my clothes. It was such a departure from the bustling morning crowd.
The steam rolled out and the heat rushed at me as I opened the door to the steam room. I stepped inside the small room and spread my folded over towel on the top bench. The odor of the steam and the hot, damp wood was soothing. I sat on the towel and leaned back, briefly hissing at the heat of the wall on my shoulders, but slowly relaxing and accommodating. I slouched some and closed my eyes.
The heat was intense and sweat quickly began to glisten on my naked body. I could feel individual droplets forming and running down, meeting other droplets and continuing. The gentle hissing of the steam lulled me and I recalled the moments before Liz had left this morning...
"Honey," she'd called down to the garage, "could you come up for just a moment?"
I grumbled a little beneath my breath. I was right in the middle of rearranging the trunk contents so that the lid would close.
I mounted the steps, eager to see her off so I could get to work on the repairs. Rounding the corner at the top of the stairs, I stopped cold. Liz was sitting at the top of the stairs. Her long skirt was hiked up and her legs were parted, revealing her beautifully shaven pussy. There were a few drops of glistening dew surrounding her delicate pink lips. Her face wore a playful grin.
"I'm having a little problem, could you help me?" she asked.
"I think I can be of some assistance," I quickly replied, my mouth dry and my pants suddenly growing restrictive.
"I thought you might," she said. "It's this problem with honey..."
"Honey?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Yes, I can't seem to get it off." With that, she produced a small plastic honey bear in her right hand. I watched transfixed as the spout of the bear slowly yielded a narrow, heavy stream of golden liquid that fell precisely upon Liz's swollen clit and slowly oozed southward, commingling with her own nectar.
"Do you really think you can help?" she asked breathily.
Without a pause I nearly lunged at her, forcing her into a recumbent position as I began to taste the heady concoction of her sex. The sweetness of the honey combined with the earthy taste and aroma of her cunt aroused me fully as I slowly lapped at her, starting just below her pussy and drawing my tongue up and over that moist, beckoning region, to her now engorged pleasure center.
My tongue swirled over her clit, gently yet firmly finding every morsel of honey and devouring it. Her legs moved up to my shoulders, and as she spread them wider to allow me full freedom, her ankles locked behind my neck, pulling my eager face into her. I took her clit between my lips and suckled it, pressing my lips firmly down around the shaft as my tongue danced around the tip.
Her legs pulled my head even closer to her as I slipped first one, then two fingers into her now wet cunt, probing along the pubic bone in search of yet another sensitive spot. My mouth continued to suckle and swirl and one probing finger found its mark as suddenly her legs locked my head securely in place and her body began to gently and rhythmically spasm with the pleasure of her orgasm. I gently slid my fingers from her and released her now sensitized clit from within my lips.
Her legs released my head and she gently pushed me back up to a standing position on the stairs. Moving quickly, she moved down three steps so that she was now straddling my feet. Her hands deftly unfastened my pants and pulled them down, my cock springing free, the tip damp from pre-cum. She reached up and grasped me mid-shaft, and pointed me directly at her mouth. Her lips parted and her wondrous tongue darted out and lapped at the small opening, sampling the clear fluid slowly oozing out.
"Mmm, you taste as good as ever," she said. "Cum for me, quickly." Her right hand moved methodically along the shaft, her left hand cupping my balls, hefting them, squeezing them gently.
She took the tip of my dick into her mouth, her lips stretched around the shaft just behind the head as her tongue migrated directly to the most sensitive area on the underside. Very quickly I could feel my balls beginning to heave, and the spasm pushed through me. My cock jerked once forcefully as the cum erupted from it, all the while her skilled tongue milking me for more.
She released my now softening cock from her mouth, backed up a step and stood and said quietly in my ear, "I'll expect a good hard fuck when I get back, so rest up."
Opening my eyes quickly, I realized that I had drifted off in the hot swirling mists of the steam room. Looking over, I saw that I now had company, a man of about my age, perhaps a few years younger. He looked to be in good shape with a well-toned body enveloped in a sheen of moisture. He was sitting on the same level as I and was quarter turned and facing me.
With a start I realized that he was lazily running his fingertips over his semi-erect penis. I looked up at his face and he smiled.
"Hello," he said.
"Hi," I replied, not quite sure what to say to a man so shamelessly stroking himself.
"They must have been nice thoughts," he said, still smiling.
I must have given him a complete deadpan because he just smiled more broadly and let his gaze drop. Suddenly comprehending, I followed his gaze knowing what I'd find. As I'd dreamed of Liz, my own penis had swelled to its full length and girth and now jutted proudly from my crotch. I looked up, embarrassed.
He caught my unease.
"Don't be ashamed, you have a beautiful cock," he said. "May I touch it?" he asked.
I was taken aback. No, my mind shouted. No way, no how! You've got the wrong kind of guy, buddy! But in the swirling heat of the moment, and rock hard and horny from my memories of Liz that morning, I found myself nodding my head.
He moved over and, still lightly stroking himself, he reached out with his left hand and wrapped his fingers firmly around my hard cock near its base. His touch electrified me, and I felt my lust notch up to a new intensity.
"Yeah," he said rather absently, his voice becoming thicker, "such a great cock. Seven inches?" he asked. "Seven and a half?"
I just nodded my assent, overcome with the suddenness of this transformation, the way I now longed for him to do more than just touch it.
"A good length," he continued, "and so thick..."
As his voice trailed off, his hand slid up toward the head of my cock, almost exactly mimicking the way I move my own hand when I start to masturbate. His touch was so different from Liz's or any of the women I had known. It was firm and confident; he knew precisely how to stimulate me.
I felt a low almost disembodied groan of pleasure escape my lips as I felt his mouth slip over the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and let my head roll back. His mouth was moving up and down on my cock quickly, stroking my length. Just like with his hand, he knew exactly how to stimulate me like no woman ever had. Incredibly, after just a few moments, I could feel my balls already contracting and I knew that I was rushing headlong into orgasm. I groaned again, now anticipating the release.
Just as I was expecting the first spurt of cum to shoot out, his mouth suddenly pulled off my cock and was replaced by his hand grasping me tightly at the base. To my amazement, my orgasm died in an instant, evaporating into the swirling steam. Guttural lust rushed to fill the void.
I opened my eyes and saw him grinning warmly. "You were close," he said.
"Mmmhmm," was all I could muster.
"You'll have your chance. But first you have to do me, too," he smiled, leaning back and revealing a now, quite large, fully erect cock.
I could feel my lust and desire like a fire in my belly, threatening to consume me. I looked at his shimmering body, his fine musculature, his thatch of pubic hair and his erect uncut cock, the foreskin drawn taut over the head of it. And, despite thirty-four years of devout heterosexuality, my only conscious thought was that I wanted to have that cock in my mouth, I wanted to feel his excitement, to control his stimulation, and to feel the sensation of his cock spasming and pulsating his hot cum into my eager, untrained mouth.
I stood and stepped off the first tier onto the floor. Then, kneeling on the first tier, I put my face within inches of his cock. He was so big! His penis must have been at least nine inches long. I looked at it with wonder, the beauty of it surprising. I reached out with my right hand and touched it tentatively, as if I'd never touched an erect penis before. But this was so different than touching myself!
The skin was soft and silky, hot to the touch and covered in a sheen of steam and sweat. I tried to encircle his cock just behind the head and found that I could not reach all the way around him. I pulled my hand slowly and firmly toward the base and watched with fascination as his foreskin retracted over the head, now revealing a glistening and darker head than my own cock. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip.
Filled with this unexplained lust for another man's dick, I skipped the return hand job and slowly lowered my mouth to his cock. I stuck out my tongue and swiped the tip across his cockhead, lifting the drop of oozing pre-cum from his piss slit. It was different than I'd expected, somehow sweeter. I had never tasted my own before.
Suddenly I found that I had half the head between my lips, which stretched to accommodate him. I worked hard not to let my teeth scrape him as I eased the entire head into my mouth. It was warm and salty with a slightly musky aroma. I let my tongue play over the underside of the head and felt him stiffen a little as I first brushed over his sensitive spot, then concentrated upon it.
Like when he had sucked me, I seemed to instinctively know how to please him. It was a new and heady feeling, knowing exactly how to give such intense pleasure, and I found myself rapidly swept up in it.
I pulled the head from between my lips and moved to the base of his cock. Then, as if licking a drip from an ice cream cone, I ran my tongue up the length of him along the underside, stopping again on that spot under the head. My hands began to explore his balls, hefting and gently squeezing them. Like his cock, they seemed larger than life.
Moving further down, I let my tongue run over his wrinkled ball bag. I suckled his right nut into my mouth, running my tongue over it, feeling him squirm some more with pleasure. Then I suckled his left nut, and, as I gently took them both into my mouth, it was his turn to groan, a low guttural noise, and I was pleased to hear that. However, for all the pleasure I was giving him with my exploration, I wanted his cock back in my mouth.
Freeing his nuts, I wrapped my right hand around his girth and firmly held him, feeling the strong pulsations as the blood coursed through his prick. I lowered my mouth and engulfed him, now moving my tongue rapidly and concentrating around the base of his cockhead. My left hand joined my right hand and both began to stroke his amazing length.
Quickly I felt him beginning to stiffen, his leg muscles becoming taut cords. I quickened the pace of my hand stroking, my tongue now moving at a frenzied pace, driving into his sensitive spot as I let my lips slide back and forth over the edge of his cockhead.
Suddenly he came. At the same instant that I felt him spasm between my lips, I felt his hot semen crash the back of my throat and suddenly my mouth was flooded with his thick, pungent juice. In the intense excitement of the moment, I felt my own balls heave. I was beginning to gag, the volume of his cum was overwhelming.
Instinctively, I swallowed, again and again, until finally his incredible stream abated. Finally, I released him from my mouth and watched as he slowly began to soften.
I slowly stood and immediately became lightheaded, my vision becoming near black before flooding back. As my eyes refocused, I saw him looking at me with a mixture of gratitude and concern.
"Are you all right?" he inquired.
"Yes," I managed to croak, "but I think I've been in the steam too long. I've got to get out."
"That was fantastic head," he replied with a smile. "The least I can do is suck you again until you cum, too."
"No," I said as I moved toward the door. "I really have to get out of here before I faint." I paused for a moment, looking at the first tier where I'd knelt before his marvelous cock. "Besides," I added, "I enjoyed it immensely."
He followed my look downward and saw the puddle of my cum at his feet and looked up beaming.
"Catch you later," he called as I opened the door.
"Definitely," I said as the cool air rushed over my body.
When my wife returned from her trip, she definitely got the good hard fuck she had requested! In fact, she said it was the best one yet, and asked what had gotten into me.
"Must be my new late night workout routine," I replied.
"Well, whatever you're doing, keep doing it!"
"If you insist, honey," I smiled.
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