New Night of Steam and Hot Tub

I’d just wrapped up a killer workout at the university gym and was about to head out when I caught this cute freshman, Ethan, sneaking looks my way. He looked barely eighteen, slim but with an athletic edge—like he’d only recently started hitting the weights. His short black hair stuck to his forehead in damp clumps, and his cheeks glowed pink from the steam. It wasn’t just his body that grabbed me, though—it was how he stared, like he was mapping out every inch of me, from the broad shoulders I’d carved out over years to the veins popping down my arms.

I smirked, letting my eyes linger on him for a beat before turning back to the mirror, acting like I didn’t care. But damn, his vibe was electric, pulling me in. The gym was dead quiet—past 10 p.m., just the faint hum of the AC buzzing in the background. I let the silence hang, waiting to see what he’d do.

He didn’t let me down.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him messing with his shorts, and when I glanced over—holy fuck—his thick, heavy cock was hanging out the leg. It could’ve been an “oops” moment, but nah, he was flashing me right there in the gym. I checked around—empty—and my throat tightened as heat surged to my groin. It wasn’t just the size, though that was insane—it was the ballsy way he owned it, like he knew exactly what he was teasing me with.

I’d been lifting for years, built up solid muscle, and smashed my personal records every season, so I was used to horny freshmen checking me out. Truth be told, I ate up the attention, but I’d never crossed that line with a guy. Still, I’d always figured they’d probably give better head and let me get way rougher than any girl I’d been with.

I shot him a wink and strolled toward the locker room. He might’ve been new to the gym game, but he trailed right behind. I caught him peeking from across the lockers, and when I dropped my shorts, letting my own big cock swing free, I could feel his stare drilling into me. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and headed for the steam room. The hot, thick air hit my lungs—empty, just how I liked it. Sure enough, less than a minute later, Ethan slipped in and parked himself nearby.

Steam coated my skin, warm and heavy, as I leaned back against the tiled wall. My muscles still thrummed from the workout, that sweet ache you get from pushing hard.

I settled in, letting the heat roll over me, my chest flexing with each deep breath. I saw Ethan swallow hard, his Adam’s apple jumping. The air between us was thick, charged with something unspoken, and I knew he felt it too. I shut my eyes, letting the warmth sink into my pores, but his gaze was like a spotlight—soft at first, then bold, impossible to ignore.

I don’t usually chat in the steam room, but his staring had me feeling cocky tonight.

“New around here?” I asked, cracking an eye to look at him.

“Yeah, freshman,” he said quietly, his eyes glued to my pumped-up pecs. I gave him a little show, breathing deep to make my chest rise and fall, and watched him squirm, adjusting his cock under his towel over and over. I chuckled. Casually, I flicked my towel open, letting the steam hit every inch of me—something I only do solo, but tonight, I was messing with him. He looked shy for a second, but the way he held himself screamed confidence, and his eyes kept darting to my chest, my arms, my hanging cock.

“What do you think of the city?” I tossed out.

“It’s cool,” he mumbled, clearly more into staring than talking.

After a minute of soaking in the quiet heat, he manned up and dropped his towel too, joining me in the open. His big, half-hard cock flopped onto the towel beneath him. It looked like it belonged on some jacked older dude, not this pale, curly-haired twink who couldn’t hide his crush. He leaned back, eyes closed, giving me free rein to check him out. His cock was the biggest I’d ever seen—mine’s solid, but this was next-level. Two fat balls, like tangerines, sat beside a thick slab that dangled over the bench’s edge. He shifted, his dick twitching, breathing quick and shallow—he was obviously worked up.

What started as his flirty little show had flipped a switch in me. I clocked his red lips against his damp, shadowed face—they reminded me of my ex. He was lean but had some definition in his arms and chest, a perky, almost girly but tight ass, and a face that was honestly cute as hell. He was like me before I got hardcore into lifting a few years back.

My cock went hard, my pulse spiked, and my stomach did a flip—I was breathing heavy now. The silence stretched again, but this time it crackled with tension. My heart hammered, my dick straining under the towel. I lived for attention, but this was different—raw, animalistic. He wasn’t the first guy to hit on me, but the timing lined up too perfect, and I was losing my grip on what I’d do next.

I was about to have my first hookup with a dude.

I started rubbing my cock, and when Ethan peeked, his dick jumped on its own. Now that I had him locked in, I wanted more. I scratched my balls, tugging them around, shaking my shaft a bit. He copied me, and soon we were quietly stroking ourselves, vibing off each other.

After a minute, I stood, wrapped my towel back up, winked, and headed out. I didn’t need to look—Ethan was right behind me. Our hard-ons bulged under the towels, but that was irrelevant now. I made for the locker room’s famous hot tub—guys-only, where going naked was no big deal.

The place was dead quiet, our footsteps bouncing off the tiles. I ditched my towel on a bench, letting my cock swing loose, and stepped into the hot tub. The heat climbed up my legs, feeling damn good. I knew Ethan was staring as I sank my toned ass and sweaty crotch into the water, settling on the smooth ledge.

We got lucky—no one else around, just a cleaning bot buzzing now and then. The water was borderline scalding but perfect, soothing my aching muscles. I sank deeper, bubbles hitting my chest, my cock bobbing just under the surface.

I watched Ethan climb in, his cock already stiff, the fat tip poking out as he sat across from me. His light blue eyes locked on mine, starving, a flush creeping down his chest. He was nervous, sure, but the fire in his look sent a rush through me.

He reached under the water, his fingers grazing my foot, and a shock shot up my leg. He started slow, tentative, but soon he was kneading my arch—my favorite spot—watching me through half-closed eyes. Some old guy with a beer gut shuffled by, and we played it cool, glancing away, looking chill above the bubbles, but underwater, he kept working my foot.

Once it was just us again, he grabbed my other foot and went at it. His thumbs dug in deep, and I damn near melted. A low groan slipped out, my cock twitching underwater, and he smirked, loving it. His thumbs slid up to my ankle, mixing pleasure with this itching need for more.

When my foot brushed his cock, my jaw dropped. His eyes fluttered shut, pure bliss on his face as he pressed my foot against his thick shaft, rubbing it with my arch. The hot water cranked it up for him, judging by that look.

He was getting off with my foot, and I was scoring a killer massage. I stared, blown away, letting him use me for this wild, hot twist. He grabbed my ankle again, going harder, stroking his cock with my foot like it was a mission. His eyes stayed on mine, his face and chest turning redder as he leaned into it. He sped up, soft grunts slipping out, and I felt his massive cock throbbing against me in the heat.

I needed more.

I lunged up, pinning him to the hot tub wall, his thick cock jutting out of the water. I dipped down and licked the head, sucking hard, tasting sweet-salty precum right away. The tip was so fat it filled my whole face from nose to chin. I grabbed the heavy shaft, pumping it into my mouth, drawing out more of his tasty juice. I couldn’t deep-throat without breaking something, but I went for it anyway. He groaned every time I hit the underside of the head. He’d won—he’d dragged me into something I’d never done. And it was fucking fire.

Since I couldn’t suck him right, I flipped to what I knew—eating ass. I hoisted his light frame out of the water, spun him around, and thought, I’ve been eating ass since high school, just never a guy’s.

I didn’t even check for witnesses—just dove between his perky cheeks and went to town on his hole. I tongued it hard, spelling out the alphabet, making him moan and clench over and over. I grabbed his cheeks, smashing them against my face, digging the smooth, hairless, almost girly feel.

The water sloshed around us, the only sounds my face slapping his ass and his little groans. My hands gripped his hips, fingers sinking in as I yanked him back onto my tongue, harder, faster.

Footsteps echoed out of nowhere, and I froze, heart slamming. Ethan’s eyes went wide, and he pulled back. We dropped low into the water, hiding our raging boners. I sucked in ragged breaths, trying to chill.

A janitor rolled by with a squeaky cart, not even glancing over, but it snapped the moment. The heat between us still simmered, but the interruption threw us off.

Ethan’s eyes met mine, unsure. I slid my hand underwater, squeezed his thigh to steady him, and traced up past his balls. He sank lower, spreading his legs, letting me hit his hole again.

The janitor was gone, and the sauna area went silent. The air buzzed with tension, the promise of what’s next hanging thick.

I pressed hard on his hole, leaning in to whisper, “Let’s finish this.”

I stood in the hot tub, letting him scope my firm ass as I headed back to the empty steam room. I tossed a towel down, planted my bare ass on it, my hard cock smacking my abs. Ethan followed, his giant cock cutting a shadow in the dim light.

He stepped up this time, swinging his huge dick in my face. I yanked him down onto me, parking him on my face—I was hooked on that hole. This angle gave him easy access to my cock, and as my tongue slid back in, he swallowed my dick whole. Fuck, it was unreal. I locked my thighs around his head, trapping my cock in his throat, and thrust up hard, fucking his face rough, loving how it tightened when he gagged. I roughed him up for a few seconds, then let him breathe. He jerked my slimy dick fast—I almost blew, stopped him, and sat up to catch my breath. He dove back in, slathering me with throat slime, choking on my length.

Someone walked in, and we scrambled to cover up, but it was obvious as hell. As he got closer, I clocked my buddy Ryan through the steam. Same major, project partners for years. He grinned, nodding at me. He sat down—closer than most guys would—and peeled off his towel, flashing trimmed pubes, heavy balls, and a thick, stiffening cock.

Holy shit, I thought, this is wild. But I was all in.

Ryan locked eyes with Ethan, stroking his cock from the base. I grinned wide, grabbed Ethan’s head, and shoved him back onto my pulsing dick. He looked shocked, maybe freaked, but still dove in, bobbing hard. When I was slick enough, I lifted his tight frame with my veiny arms, flipped him onto his back, and hiked his legs up to see that pink hole again, his massive cock rigid above his stomach. I lined my dick up, glanced at Ryan jerking like mad, then pushed in, popping the head inside. Ethan squeaked, clamping down like girls I’d fucked in the ass, but he loosened up fast, letting me sink deeper. His legs hugged me as I started slow, spitting on my cock. I was lost in the deep thrust when Ryan slid up beside me.

I figured he’d stuff Ethan’s mouth, but nope—he rubbed my ass gently, testing the waters. I leaned into the night’s vibe, arching my back to offer my hole if he wanted it.

His tongue hit my ass, and shivers ripped through me—head to spine, then ass to chest. It was a whole new rush, like some hidden part of me could cum too. I heard Ryan’s hand slapping as he jerked off while rimming me. As I started unloading into Ethan, Ryan’s cock pushed into me. The shock jacked my orgasm higher—I’d relaxed big time, and he went balls-deep in one slow shove, pumping his load into me as I filled Ethan. I was so lit up it felt like I’d never stop cumming. I grabbed Ethan’s fat cock, jerking him fast while staring him down. He shot up to his mouth and neck, body locking up, jaw dropped. I spat slow into his mouth as Ryan wrapped an arm around my chest, gripping my pecs tight with his strong hands.

When the high crashed, I felt Ryan’s cock still deep in my ass. The soreness kicked in, dulled earlier by the rush. He rocked gently, sliding his post-cum dick against the wet load inside me. I looked down at Ethan, smooth and spent from my load, and a huge grin split my face.

“You are mine now.”