Fun in the Steam Rroom

by Thomas Antonson

Copyright© 2017 by Thomas Antonson

Erotica Sex Story: Two men meet in a steam room on a cold January day and enjoy each other's company. One of them has a brand new experience -- something he'll never forget!

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma   Consensual   Gay   Fiction   Anal Sex   Analingus   Oral Sex   .

Downstairs at the Duluth Family Sauna is always a tricky proposition. Especially for a fat old man like myself. I suppose if I had a 10 inch cock it would make a difference, but let’s face it, not everyone is a chubby chaser. Some guys get turned off looking at me and I understand that. But you pays your money and you takes your chances as the carnies like to say. So, every now and then I put down my cash and take a chance. On a cold January day the steam can feel really good even if you don’t score.

On this particular winter afternoon, with the temps hovering in the single digits and the wind howling from the north east my office was freezing, I hadn’t had any fun in a while, and it seemed like a good idea to take some steam. As it turns out, it was a good thing I did.

I got there around 1, which is fairly early for there to be a crowd. I wanted to see if I could thaw out my old bones with some good, hot, steam. I swapped weather jokes with the attendant, got my towels, left something in the tip jar, and headed downstairs.

I stowed my clothes in a locker, wrapped the extra large towel around my ample waist and headed for the steam room. I’ve never had any action in the steam room itself and I wasn’t looking for any today either. I just wanted to warm up. The cold you get in Duluth, especially when the wind is off the big lake, is different than the cold you get anywhere else. The wind penetrates however many layers of clothing you wear and just freezes your bones. Yeah, that steam sounded like the perfect prescription for what ailed me.

There was one guy in the steam room when I got there. He was laying on his back on the top bench. He had a towel around his waist and another over his head. Looked to be middle aged but still in fairly decent shape (unlike myself). Some chest hair but definitely not furry. I figured he didn’t want to be bothered, so I took a seat as far away as I could get and sat down, leaning back against the row behind me and closing my eyes. It was hot and it didn’t take long before I started to sweat. Felt nice. This was worth the cost of admission even if I didn’t get laid.

I sensed someone sitting down near me and I looked over. It was the guy who’d been on the top bench.

“Like some company?”

“Figured you wanted to be by yourself, so I just let you, but, sure, I’d love some company,” I replied, hoping ‘like some company’ meant what I thought it did.

He slid over until his hip was against mine and stuck out his hand.

“Ron,” he said

“Jim,” I responded, taking his hand and shaking it briefly.

That’s when I noticed that he’d set his towel aside. I could see it next to him instead of on his lap. He saw me look and leaned back, spreading his legs.

“See anything you like?”

OK, that’s an old chestnut and I chuckled a bit before I said, “Yes, as a matter of fact. I do. Mind if I have a closer look?”

“Be my guest, he said, pointing at his now rapidly rising cock. He had a solid 8 inches of nicely cut meat sitting on top of a pair of balls that looked like they’d be full of man juice. Right about then I was glad that I’d brought along my fanny pack with condoms and lube because I had hopes of getting this nice cock up my bottom before we were through.

Folding my towels to make a kneeling pad I got down between his legs and went to work. I kissed my way up Ron’s thighs until I had my nose in his crotch. I inhaled deeply taking in his clean but manly scent before working on his balls with my lips and tongue. My hands weren’t idle -- I had my right fist wrapped around his dick and I gently stroked it while I dined on his sack. Eventually, I lip nibbled my way up his thick veiny shaft to its mushroom shaped head leaving a trail of saliva in my wake. Popping the head in my mouth I slowly worked down and back up, taking more of him on each stroke. I normally have a pretty sensitive gag reflex and have never been what you could call a “deep throat artist.” Today, for some reason I found myself taking a lot more dick in my mouth and throat than I had ever done before.

He moaned as my lips sought the base of his cock while my fingers gently massaged his balls. I guessed that he didn’t get swallowed like this very often. I slowly worked my way up until just the head of his cock was in my mouth and then just as slowly back down as far as I could go without actually gagging. I was able to get about 7 inches down and if I forced it, I thought I might be able to get to the base, but only with a lunge and withdrawal.

I felt his hands on my head, not pushing, not even guiding, just a presence. I heard him murmur, “I love watching your grey head go up and down on my cock. I was hoping to run into a silver daddy here today. Guess I got lucky.”

I smiled as I continued to work his dick and he started to pump his hips a bit as his excitement built. I stopped sucking for a moment and just gently stroked his cock with my fist.

“Can you get it up more than once?” I asked.


“Good. Because after I suck this load, I want your fuck stick in my ass.”

“Deal. Now get back to work,” he said smiling and pointing at the aforementioned fuck stick.

I smiled back and covered his cock with my mouth once more. This time I used my right hand to slide up and down the shaft in concert with my mouth. The gag spit leaking from between my lips provided ample lube so the action was smooth and tight.

“Fuck! Shit! Keep doin’ that Daddy!”

Ron’s hips pushed off the bench in counterpoint to my stroking mouth and hand. He put his hands on my head and this time he wasn’t kidding. He gripped my skull and started thrusting hard into my mouth. I let him since my fist kept him from driving his cock through the back of my head.

I stroked my own cock with my left hand and moaned around Ron’s dick. His thrusts became more erratic along with his breathing.

“Oh ... that’s good ... just like that ... FUCK! I’m gonna nutt right down your throat!”

I withdrew my hand and let him plunge as far as he could into my mouth. I gagged around his cock as he lifted his hips off the bench in a final thrust before his inner plumbing let loose a torrent of semen right down my gullet. I had managed to take a deep breath just before his final shove and I let him hold me down as blast after blast of hot man juice fountained from the mushroom shaped head of his beautiful cock. I’d never let anyone do that before. My stomach protested and I was glad that I hadn’t had lunch before heading for the sauna.

Suddenly he let go of my head and leaned back. I raised my head, keeping his cock in my mouth, and tasted the final few spurts of his cum as they bathed my tongue. I fisted his dick and squeezed out as much as I could get before he pushed me away.

“No more man ... too sensitive,” he said, gasping.

I pulled my mouth off his dick but kept gently squeezing and stroking him. Several more pearls of semen appeared at the tip and I wiped them away with a flick of my tongue.

“Fuck. That was hot,” Ron said, smiling.

““Glad you liked it,” I replied, smiling with more than a little bit of pride.

“Come up here and let me do you,” Ron said.

I stood up. I don’t have anywhere near 8 inches of cock, but that didn’t seem to bother Ron. He dropped down a level so that his mouth was even with my crotch. Cupping my balls in his hand, he gently stroked my cock with the other. He’d done this before -- that was obvious. I moaned. I was turned on by the blowjob I’d just given, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to blow my wad.

Ron looked up at me. “I love this belly,” he said, kissing my doughy middle and running his hands back and forth across it.

“Daddy have a load for me today?”

“I believe I do,” I replied.

“Give it to me. I want to taste it,” Ron said, taking my cock into his mouth. He had no trouble taking my shaft to the root. His hands found my ass and he pulled me to himself, burying his face in my crotch and inhaling deeply.

He pulled of my dick long enough to spit on two fingers. I knew what was coming and spread my feet to give him access. But this was awkward for me and he saw that right away.

“Here. Sit,” He said.

I turned around and sat down. He used my towels to kneel on just as I had moments before. He pulled me forward until he had me positioned the way he wanted. Then he spread my legs and pushed them back. I took the cue and grabbed my knees with my hands and spread myself wide open for him.

His tongue found my balls. I like to keep them shaved, along with my cock, because I feel like everything is more sensitive without all that hair in the way. I know there are differing opinions on the subject. Ron didn’t seem to mind that I was shaved smooth down there.

Gently mouthing my nuts Ron continued stroking my shaft. Then he switched targets, releasing my sack from his warm wet mouth. His tongue burrowed into my crotch. I leaned back even farther and felt him start to lick my asshole. I almost came when I felt his tongue push against my sphincter.

His fist on my dick and his tongue in my ass were like magic. But this was just a warmup. After thoroughly coating my back door with his saliva, Ron spit on two fingers and slowly, carefully, worked them into my ass.

I gasped as he found my prostate. His fingers played a concerto on that magic spot -- he’d obviously done this before. My dick leaked a constant stream of precum as he massaged my sensitive inner button like a virtuoso.

“I want your cum. Just relax and let it happen. Don’t try to hold back.”

I didn’t say anything. I just moaned as his mouth engulfed my dick again and he began to suck me to oblivion while his fingers played with my happy spot. No one had ever done this to me with this much skill before and I was not prepared for the intensity of the feeling Ron generated with his talented mouth and fingers. I’d like to say that this went on for some while, but the truth was that his talented attack produced almost instant results.

“Oh my GOD,” I managed to blurt out as my hips thrust into his face. I came. It was not as much an explosion as a series of surges of pleasure. It’s difficult to describe but if you’ve ever experienced this type of orgasm you’ll know what I’m talking about. My cum just flowed like lava from a volcano. And there was a LOT of it -- far more than usual.

Ron swallowed with gusto, continuing to massage my prostate and squeeze my dick with his lips. He was careful to not put too much emphasis on my cockhead, which was super sensitive. He concentrated instead on the base of my shaft, which he squeezed with his lips while he continued to pump more cum from my balls with his talented fingers.

It seemed like my orgasm had gone on for hours -- I felt like I was pissing more than coming. And the intensity became overwhelming.

“Ron. Stop. Too intense. Please.”

He took his mouth off my dick but kept his fingers in my ass. I watched, fascinated, as more and more semen dribbled from the slit in the tip of my cock.

“Holy shit. What are you doing to me?”

“First time prostate orgasm?”

“First time like this. I mean, I’ve played with toys, and guys have fingered me before, but never like this. You’re amazing.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Feels fucking miraculous. But I want your dick in there.”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Ron said, smiling. He withdrew his fingers from my ass and stood up revealing another impressive erection.

“There’s lube in that fanny pack on the bench.”

I didn’t mention the condoms. At the time I was so far down the pleasure well that I wasn’t thinking too clearly. I just wanted something, preferably Ron’s cock, in my ass tout suite. He opened the pack and took out my bottle of lube. Then he folded both of our sets of towels and shoved them under my ass, pulling me to the edge of the bench and pushing my legs back. I helped by grabbing the backs of my knees again. I felt his fingers massage Astroglide into my asshole and it felt great.

I opened my eyes and watched him lube his cock. Fuck ... it was almost too sexy to look at. He poured lube on the tip and shaft and then slowly fisted that beautiful fuck stick with its bulging veins and helmet like head. It glistened with lube and throbbed with his pulse.

“Oh, man, that’s a beautiful cock. Give it to me. Fuck me, Ron. Fuck me good.”

“My pleasure.”

Ron moved into position and felt the head of his cock press against my well prepared asshole. I bore down a bit, opening myself to his assault and felt the head of his cock squeeze past my sphincter. He showed his experience, and care, once again as he stopped when the head of his cock was inside me to let me adjust. Even though he’d just had two fingers in my ass and there was plenty of lube, his dick was thick and I needed time to get used to it.

“More. Deeper. Just go slow,” I said.

He pulled back just a bit and then pushed in again. This time he went farther. I groaned as I felt that big dick plumb my depths. His cockhead pressed against my prostate and semen squirted out of my dick. I was amazed that it was already hard again -- a rarity these days even with my little blue helpers. I hadn’t been this turned on in years.

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