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As some of you may know, Hubby and I are both bi. He shared this admittedly very long story with me about an experience he had at the gym. I’m acting as his scribe by writing what he asked me to distribute. With no further ado, this is Hubby’s tale:

Once I figured out that I was bi, I started frequenting the steam
rooms at the numerous locations that my gym has in and around my city. It’s not that I’d never been in one prior to that, only that I was not comfortable in them. Invariably, some or all of the guys in them were looking for some action, and I felt uneasy with that, prior to realizing what I enjoy. It’s not just gay men either. There are many guys who are sucking cock, being sucked, or having full-on sex while wearing wedding bands on their finger. Some of them identify as straight (I have asked.), but they still enjoy the fun that the steam room offers, just like me.

While I don’t have penetrative sex in the steam, I definitely indulge in oral pleasures there, and want to distribute my most memorable experience. I’ll preface it by saying that I have been on the giving and receiving end of many steam room blowjobs, two-way jerk offs, and mutual masturbation sessions, but the following event really stands out in my mind. It still gets me hot thinking about it.

The steam room in question is not very large, about 8 feet x 15 feet, but it is set-up so that there is a lower level and an upper level. It is really just two steps. When someone enters, they either sit down on the lower level, or take one step up to sit on the upper level. The entire room, of course, is tiled, and each step is wide enough so you can sit back and have your thighs completely on the seat. The effect of having two levels is that more guys can be in there at the same time.

On this particular day, the steam room was busy. There were 10 to 15 guys who were wandering back and forth among the steam room, sauna, and showers. Of those patrons, I would say that only three or four of them were not looking to play. While those are pretty good odds, it still makes for some trying moments.

In case you don’t figure out the dynamics of this scenario, there is at all times an inherent risk. I think that is likely part of the turn-on. If a member who is not interested in playing is offended by something they witness in the steam room, they can report the situation to the club’s management. When that happens, memberships can be revoked; members can be permanently banned from that club location; it’s a mess that no one wants to experience. Hence, some discretion and caution must be observed by those who wish to play.

With this in mind, there was a very tall, lanky, in-shape white guy in whom I had interest. He was there when I entered, seated on the top level. I sat down near him on the same level, but at a 90-degree angle to him. He was looking at me, trying to evaluate if I was there to play. We both were seated on towels, and had a second towel to cover up our crotches. I noted that he was, somewhat frequently, reaching down to “adjust” himself. That, generally, is a sign, and I returned it so he could tell that I was interested.

Shortly, having established that we both wanted to play, we started to reach beneath our towels to play with our hardening dicks. There were other men there, but they were on the other side of this rectangular room. With all the steam, we couldn’t really see them, and they couldn’t see us either. They were mostly just hazy shapes in the dense fog.

He had a long, thin dick when he got hard. We had both moved
our towels apart, and I was enjoying seeing his hand sliding up and down a cock that I estimated to be about 3″ longer than my average-sized endowment. I was fully engorged as well. While I wasn’t nearly as long as he, I was certainly thicker, and our eyes were glued to each other’s cock as we masturbated with just an arm’s length separating us.

We were stroking together for a few minutes when the door opened. That immediately put a stop to the action in case that member was only there for the steam. He was an older, very over weight man, and he sat on the lower level disappointingly close to my new friend and me. It was annoying, but it’s part of the issue with public play.

For the next half hour or so, the traffic in the room was brisk. Guys were entering and leaving, and I was too. With the intense heat of the room, and the rush of masturbating, it’s advisable to take breaks to shower and cool down. These breaks are also useful to determine who is there to play and who is not. With a small towel wrapped around one’s waist, it’s not challenging to see if any given guy is a little or completely hard. Moreover, those who are looking to play tend to linger. Members who just want some steam tend to stay for 15 -30 minutes and hit the road.

I’ll spare you excessive description of the starts and stops that occurred, but let it suffice to say that with the presence of three or four men who were not looking to play, there were a few furtive sessions of stroking that were cut short. However, with a good sized group of guys looking to play, there was a lot of action as well. There was a cute Latino stroking himself as he sucked on a well-hung Asian guy (so much for that stereotype); there were two black guys with very toned bodies jerking each other off, all of which got cut short when someone entered who was not looking for action.

Eventually, the stars aligned. I walked back into the steam after a
break, and there were about 10 men there, all of whom seemed to be playing in way or another. Everyone momentarily disengaged when I entered, but when they recognized me as a player, everything resumed. Given the crowd around the room, I took a seat on the bottom level.

I love the experience of watching and being watched, and I took in the scene for a few moments. I couldn’t see clearly across the room clearly, but it looked like a guy was impaled and riding on a hard dick, while a third member was sucking and stroking him. Again, it was ambiguous shapes in the haze, so maybe he was just grinding, not riding. Sitting next to me was one of the aforementioned toned black men. Behind me on the top level over my right shoulder was the white guy from earlier, and next to him on the top level over my left shoulder was the cute Latino guy.

The two men behind me were jerking each other off, and the black man beside me was watching as he rubbed his cock. He had a gorgeous cock, noticeably thicker and longer than mine. My dick jumped to attention within seconds of seeing him work his magnificent piece. He and I watched each other for a moment or two, and I asked if I could taste his rod. He moved his hand apart, and I leaned over.

I started at the base of his shaft, and slowly ran my tongue up the
underside of his manhood, snaking around the sides of it with
lingering, languid licks. It was wet from the humidity and salty from his sweat, and I took a few seconds to massage under the head of his cock with the flat of my tongue as it reached there. He groaned his approval, and I tarried there running my tongue around the tip of his swollen member, teasing it and getting it stiffer and fatter. I loved how the shape of his head felt under my tongue, and I luxuriated in his guttural moan as I sucked it into my mouth for the first time.

With his shaft already covered in my saliva, I started working his
tool in earnest. Wrapping my tongue around his head while I sucked and stroked him. I wanted to feel him in my throat, and I started to slide my mouth down his length. I think the steam had my throat muscles relaxed and his entire length slid down my throat with ease. To be a good slut for him, I cupped his balls in my hand, lifting them up so I could lick them with his dick completely in mouth and throat.

As I started to glide back up his shaft, I now had gobs saliva that I
gathered up with my hands. I had both of my hands working his dick, sliding and twisting up and down, while I continued to suck him. He stood up at this point and moved so he was in front of me, putting one foot next to me so he could lean forward and get closer. I loved looking up at him to see the look of enjoyment on his face while I gobbled him up.

As I looked up, I also noticed that two men behind me had scooted
forward on the top level, and were basically next to me. Taking my hands off the cock in my mouth, I ran them up my partner’s tight abs and bulging chest. He looked down at me saying, “You want those cocks, too, don’t you?” I nodded my head with his hard unit still my mouth, and he indicated with a nod to proceed.

I kept working his marvelous dick with my mouth, and I started to jerk off the white guy and the Latino guy, one in each hand, as they stood up to be directly next to me. I felt like a complete boy-toy, and my dick was flexing from the mass of blood flowing to it. I had been hard the entire time, but now it was pointed straight at the ceiling, and bobbing up and down. I had never had two dicks to play with before, much less three, and I was loving it. My black friend was fucking my face leisurely, and I was jerking the other two guys fiercely.

With all three guys standing around me, I started to make rounds, taking turns sucking on each of these three hard dicks. I suddenly appreciated the act of coordination that porn stars have to master as they move among sucking multiple hard dicks, having to stroke the others that are not being sucked. I fell into a rhythm in short order, and now I had three guys hanging on every lick, suck, and stroke that I dished out.

After a few laps around the guys, I saw that my black friend’s balls
were drawing upward and he was getting harder. I knew I had him close to cumming, and I knew I wanted to taste him. I took one hand that was jerking the other guys, and I sucked harder and faster as I started jerking the cock in my mouth. He tried to push me away a bit so as not to cum in my mouth, but I pulled my hand off his dick and grabbed his ass, pushing his cock toward the back of my throat.

He growled; I felt his dick swell, and his cum started to flow into
my mouth. It was sweet at first taste. I swallowed immediately, pulled off him and resumed jerking him off. I wanted to see him cumming. He didn’t disappoint. As I wrapped up his shaft, which was only a few inches from my mouth, his dick continued to spasm as he shot three or four more streams of hot cum. They landed on my face, in my open mouth, on my neck, and on my chest.

I loved it, and the other two boys did, too. Seconds later, the Latino guy told me he was ready to pop and, still stroking my black lover, I just turned toward him, and started to cum immediately. Pointing his dick toward me, he started to unload thick jets of hot seed. He must not have cum in days because he bathed me in his juice. Shot after shot of his sperm landed on my tongue, across my face, in my hair, and on my shoulders. He even got some on the leg of the white guy who was opposite him apart my other shoulder.

When he was done, I pivoted toward the remaining guy, licked the cum off his leg and turned my attention to his cock. He grabbed my head; I grabbed his dick with my free hand, and he started fucking my face–hard. I loved feeling his big dick pushing down my throat as his balls hit against my chin and neck. He pulled out a couple of times, slapping his hard dick on my tongue and rubbing it across my cum-covered face.

It felt delicious to have the taste of his sweat and his skin mixing
with the two prior loads of cum, but eventually he needed to make a contribution too. His cum tasted very salty as he jerked portions of it onto me. It wasn’t as thick or voluminous as the prior loads, but it was under high pressure, and he hosed me down, spraying it all over my face and upper torso.

By this time, the black man had squatted down to begin working on my hard-on. His mouth, tongue, and lips felt amazing on my steel-stiff prick. I started cumming shortly after I had taken the white guy’s load. Returning his earlier courtesy, I indicated that I was gonna cum, but returning mine, he kept sucking, and took what felt like a large load of my cum in his mouth. As soon as I finished, he stood up, leaned over me, and started to drip my cum out of his mouth. I love the taste of my own cum, and I gladly caught what I could, swallowing it, as the rest landed on my face and neck.

I took a moment to get the last bits of cum off each of their
softening cocks with my mouth and tongue, and I thanked them for such an amazingly hot experience. For the most part, they laughed, thanking me for my efforts.

I was about ready to get up, wipe off, and head for the shower, but the well-hung Asian man I had seen before came out of the fog from the other side of the room, asking if I wanted more cum. I had never sucked an Asian guy’s cock, much less one that was so defiant of the common stereotype, so I happily obliged him. As I worked his long dick, stroking it, licking and sucking the head, he was very verbal. He told me how hot it was watching me suck those cocks. He called me cum slut and a ho; said how glad he was that I’d wanted to take one more load.

After a few minutes, I could tell he was gonna cum. He pulled out of my mouth, and proceeded to blast a gargantuan load. It was more cum than any of the previous three guys had given me. It wasn’t particularly thick, but six, seven, eight blast of his cum landed on my lips and tongue, one even shot over my head leaving a stripe right down the bridge of my nose.

When he finished, I swallowed what felt like a 1/4 cup of his seed; it was tough to keep it all my mouth, but I got it down with only a little spilling over my lower lip and onto my thigh. I took him back in my mouth to clean off the last drops of that sumptuous offering, and I offered my thanks and my kudos to him for such a massive load. Unlike the other guys, he opted to introduce himself as Simon before leaving.

As I stood up to leave, I felt spent, covered in the cum of four different guys, plus some of my own. At the other side of the room, more action was afoot, but I was done and chose not to try to join. I was about to use my towel to wipe off, but then I decided to revel for a few moments longer in what had been the sluttiest moment of my life.

I walked out of the steam room covered in cum from my hair to my thighs. The eyes on some of the men that saw me positively bugged out. One guy actually grabbed his package through his towel as he gawked, jaw dropped, looking, somewhat enviously, at someone so obviously covered in cum. Perhaps he wished he was me, perhaps he wanted to be one of the sperm donors that had covered me, but I didn’t really engage with him, and walked over to the mirror.

The cum had turned a darker shade of white in the heat of the steam, and I looked like a porn starlet after a gangbang movie with cum in my hair, on my face, on my chest, everywhere. I loved it. My cock actually twitched when I saw myself. I turned a quick 180 away from the mirror, and headed for the showers, incredulous at what I had just done.

Although I’ve never been able to replicate this uninterrupted moment with a number of guys in a steam room with no other extraneous, disinterested members present, I have seen Simon several more times at this same steam room. I’ve gotten the chance to suck a couple of more loads of cum from him though. Every time, he cums like a fire hose. I have to ask him what his secret is.

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