It's fantastic in here: a sultry atmosphere, steam everywhere, marble
columns like giant penises holding up the vaulted ceiling, and erotically
majestic men all around me.

I'm taking a shower, and my cock is hard.

I'm standing under one of the many shower nozzles that sprout from the
walls and ceiling here. It's like being in a dream, being here. A dream
where anything can happen, where a new adventure waits behind every
column, around every corner.

I love the feeling of the hot steamy water rushing onto me, running down
my naked body. My muscles, tired from the day's work, begin to loosen as
I luxuriate in the warmth. I take the bar of soap in my hands and rub it
over myself, leaving little trails of foam that glisten on me for an
instant before the water washes them away.

I shut my eyes and bring my head under the nozzle. The water splashes
through my hair, and it feels like the worries of the day are being
drained out of me, disappearing down the drain into nothingness. I rub
the soap into both hands, and with my palms covered with its slippery
slickness I reach down past my waist to where my cock is waiting.

I take it in one hand and savor its fullness, its thickness, its
erection. It feels so good just to hold it this way. Just to hold it is
wonderful, almost wonderful enough to not need the added pleasure of
jerking it.

Almost.

I move the hand that holds my dick and fascinating currents of excitement
travel from it into the rest of my body. With my other hand I cup my
balls. They feel full and round in my palm, full of life and power. I
squeeze them gently and it feels good.

Then I open my eyes, hoping for even more stimulation.

The clouds of steam part and I find myself in an exotic bath. There are
naked men all around me, talking, laughing, luxuriating in the water from
fountains, tubs and pools all around us. The men are having sex. Supple
mouths engulf luscious cocks, strong hands knead and massage muscles, men kiss, their mouths melting together, tongues explore nipples, now caressing, now biting. Engorged penises find their way to willing assholes.

I jerk myself as I watch them, thrilling to every moan of desire, every
gasp of penetration, every thrust of passion. One of the men notices me,
and walks over to where I stand under the water of my shower.

He has large eyes, brown and rich like the bark of a tree, but with the
youth and vigor of a virile young sapling. His skin is very tan and his
hair is dark and curly. His large cock, half-erect, swings from his
crotch. The man, his eyes never leaving mine, kneels in front of me and
takes my dick in his mouth. His lips close around it and pleasure washes
through me as he starts sucking it. I shut my eyes and put my hands on
his head so I can intertwine my fingers in his beautiful hair.

He needs no guidance, but I find myself pushing his head deeper into my
crotch, then pulling away for a second before pushing it back onto my cock
again. It is wonderful to be served like this, to have my cock worshipped
by this hot man.

I open my eyes to see that several of the other guys are watching us with
wide eyes and appreciative smiles. One of them walks over to us. He is
beautiful like the first one, but his skin is a little paler, and his hair
is long and sand-colored. I could swim in the blue of his eyes. He cocks
his head and smiles at me as he approaches us, one hand around his hard
dick.

The new man stops for a beat to look at me, then walks around me. Over
my shoulder I watch him kneel behind me, then takes my asscheeks in his
hands and gently pull them apart. I face front again, to see that most of
the other men have resumed their lovemaking, although a few still watch
us.

The man behind me licks my anus, and his tongue feels very sexy. All
through this the dark-haired man in front of me continues to suck my cock,
alternately taking it all the way into his mouth and stroking the shaft
lovingly with his tongue. The man behind me rims me, using his lips to
caress my butthole. It's incredible, I am being orally stimulated from
both the front and the rear.

The pleasure radiates from my groin, traveling down into my legs and up
into my chest, arms and head. Warm water continues to course over me and onto the men servicing me.

The bliss builds in me slowly. Each second brings with it an increased
level of stimulation. I push the dark-haired man all the way down onto my
cock again, and at the same time push my ass back into the face of the
sandy-haired man. This draws enthusiastic groans from both of them.
Steam from the water rises around us in billowing clouds. Moisture clings
to our bodies in droplets that look like dew on a forest morning.

The men around us continue their ecstatic coupling, thrusting their cocks into each other's orifices. I am surprised to see another man join my little orgy, walking around me from an impossible angle to stand next to me. I turn my head to look at him, careful to leave my body in its position - I don't want to upset the balance of the men who are sucking me off and rimming me.

The new man gazes at me while I take in his appearance. He was tan like
my sucking man, with short blond hair crowning his head, his body lean and sinewy, his long cock in full erection.

He flashes me a seductive grin and steps closer. He takes my chin in one
gentle hand and brings his lips to mine. Our kiss is passionate,
immediate - it fills me, completes me - forming the beyond-perfect
complement to the two pleasures my body is already experiencing.

The man kissing me gently pushes his tongue into my mouth where my tongue meets it, and together they explore each other. The man sucking my cock speeds up his stimulation until I am panting into the kissing man's mouth.

The man rimming me feels my body tense with excitement and renews the
vigor with which he uses his lips and tongue to probe my asshole.

My mind and body feel on the edge of overload. I am a triangle, three
points of intensity, mouth/cock/ass, joined together. The steam and water
swirl around us, as if responding to our feelings and bodies. I don't
know who these men are, yet it doesn't matter. All that matters is that
we are all here together, and giving me sexual pleasure seems to be
everyone's motivation.

The man kissing me and the man sucking my dick take their own cocks in
their hands and start jerking them. Their shafts bulge in their fists as
they jack. My own balls churn and boil with semen that desperately wants
to be free, anticipating what the final push will feel like - excited to
shoot through my cock and out into the air.

I am only seconds away from that explosion. As much as I want this to
continue, I know it can't. The stimulation I am feeling is far too
immediate to be prolonged. It must end, and soon. Climax must be
achieved.

Having the undivided erotic attention of just one of these men would lead
me to a wonderful orgasm, having all three at the same time is almost
overwhelming.

Almost.

But I am smart enough not to lose this opportunity. I drink from this
wine of pleasure, this elixir of ecstasy, and drink deeply.

Now it is time to end it. I drop all hesitation, and all barriers fall.

The full rush of bliss washes over me, and my climax roars as I break the
kiss. The man sucking me lets my cock out of his mouth, and as the
ecstasy washes through me my dick starts to spurt.

But it doesn't stop - my semen jets out of me, gushing wave after wave.
It's as if my cock is a hose with an endless supply of man-juice to pull
from.
[-split-]
The man in front of me revels as my come splatters all over him. The men
who were kissing and rimming me walk around to my front and kneel down
with the dark-haired man. They luxuriate like he does as ropey strands of
my semen cover them. Like milk my seed splashes around us.

My men finish jerking off and their own spunk joins mine. My orgasm
rages inside me, somehow still prolonged.

My body savors its pleasure, not willing to let any fragment of this
experience go unnoticed. I stretch my arms above my head, loving the
feeling of my muscles elongating, filling with strength, ecstasy and
power. It's as if my orgasm continues, instead of fading, spilling into
every part of me, continually renewed.

But instead of now feeling sleepy, I feel energized and excited. It's
like this place is magical, where anything can happen.

The men who have pleasured me separate and disperse, I figure, to find
new adventures.

That's what I'm going to do now too.

The steam gathers around me again and then parts to reveal a door - was
it there before? - beckoning me with whispers of new bliss. I walk to it
and it gets larger in my vision.

I pass through the door and enter a new room. The sound of the dripping
and gently splashing water is sensual in my ears as my bare feet pad
silently on the floor. I wonder what is waiting for me and a second
later, I see.

A table sits in the center of the room, the only furniture visible.

Ornate fountains around the edges of the chamber are the source of the
water sounds. But my eyes are centered on the table and what's on it - a
naked man. Lying on his stomach, his beautiful physique on perfect
display for me. He looks like a model for a gym, but he's not flat on the
page of a magazine, he's real and here.

This guy needs to get fucked.

And I am just the man for the job. I walk up to the table and stand
there looking down at the magnificent specimen of man-meat in front of me.
His skin is bronzed and gleaming, shiny with moisture like a tropical
plant in a sweltering rain forest. In the hollow of the small of his back
rests a single square condom package.

I can't just look at him. I have to get inside him, interact with him,
be a part of him.

So I reach out my hands and place them on the round globes of the guy's
ass. I squeeze gently and find the succulent mounds of flesh both supple
and firm. The man sighs contentedly as I knead his butt cheeks like
they're bread dough - soft yet strong, fresh and delicious. He shifts
slightly on the table and pushes his ass back against my hands - he loves
what I'm doing, almost as much as I do.

I gently pull his cheeks apart to reveal his pink hairless asshole. It's
beautiful, and it needs me. As if drawn to it by an unseen force, I move
to the shorter side of the rectangular table so I have the best access to
it.

Then I carefully lean forward between the guy's legs until my nose and
mouth are right above his butt hole.

Inhaling deeply, I smell him, clean and fresh, like he just got out of
the shower, with just a hint of masculine musk. Moving in closer, my lips
touch his asshole gently. It is soft, and he moans quietly in
appreciation. I kiss it, then again, and it's wonderful. My tongue comes
forward out of my mouth, wanting to taste him.

I lick him, loving the feel of the tight yet flexible ring of muscle that
surrounds his hole. Then I center my tongue against that hole and push it
inward slowly. It gives a little and allows me to enter.

There is a surge of warmth between my legs and I realize that my cock is
fully erect again, despite having shot a load only minutes before. I lean
in, trapping my dick between my body and the wood of the table. It feels
good. As I move forward my tongue goes deeper into the man's asshole, and I'm ready to tonguefuck him now.

I inhale deeply, drinking in the scent of this man as if it is liquid, cool
and refreshing. He exhales softly as my tongue pushes deeper into him,
a murmur of contentment. It's amazing and wonderful to feel him this way.
I've never met this man, we don't know each other, yet the bond
between us is now strong, electric, palpable, somehow powerful. In these
moments with him, it's as if we communicate.

It's non-verbal, this communication - purely physical yet emotional at
the same time. Our bodies converse and commune, the intensity of our
intercourse expanding outward from the point of contact. I push harder
with my tongue, wanting to go further into him, needing our connection to
deepen even more.

My cock aches between my legs, itself wanting to be where my tongue is.
But I will it to wait - I can savor this bliss before I change its form,
before I exchange it for another, even more potent feeling.

I caress his hole with my lips, trying to take it inside me as if I could
eat it. I want him inside me, as I am inside him.

I draw myself out now so I can lick him. His hole puckers as my tongue
pulls out, like it's disappointed by its departure. But I'm not
departing, no, just changing our pleasure into something else, another
shade on the rainbow spectrum of ecstasy.

There is so much left to enjoy.

I lick the man with long strokes of my tongue, starting far below his
hole, almost at the place where his ball sack begins then up past his
hole, between his cheeks and to the spot where his back meets his ass.
Each stroke is ecstatic in its sensual power. I can't see my dick in this
position but I know it is leaking pre-cum that drips out of me in pearly
strings that I feel touching my thighs.

Soon I realize that my cock cannot be denied any longer, and I lift
myself completely onto the table on top of the man.

"Please..." he whispers, his tone one of utter submission, "please fuck
me."

Like our communication before, my answer is non-verbal.

I pull myself further on top of him, until our bodies match position
exactly. Now my cock nestles itself between his ripe, full cheeks,
desperate to enter him.

But before it does, I take the condom from the small of his back, tear
open the package and rolling it onto my eager dick. Now I'm ready, and
use one hand to guide my rod into the man's hole, the other hand holding
me up. He is so slick from my tonguefucking that we don't need lube.

"Aaahhh..." he breathes as I push smoothly into him. My tongue-fuck had
prepared him, and his hole is ready for me, welcoming me, receiving me
gladly. Our new union is fantastic, unbroken, breathless. The man arches
his back, raising his torso off the table and lifting mine as he does with
surprising strength.
[-split-]
The muscles in his arms flex as he stretches higher and higher. As he
lifts us both, the effect is that my cock is pushed into him further and
further as my weight is taken on by him. It is a moment of exquisite
passion, for he is showing me that in this moment I am his as much as he
is mine. This act of union bringing us together defines us, now and in
some way forever. It's as if we are rendered perfect by our intercourse,
that there is no nobler purpose for us than the one we are fulfilling -
two men making quiet but perfect love to each other. This is what we are
meant to do, what we were created to do, to celebrate life and each other
in an act of spectacular intimacy.

I start fucking the guy seriously now, thrusting deep and pulling back
then thrusting deep again. The man moans in pleasure and pushes his ass
back against me, as if wanting or needing even more of me inside him. I
plug him hard, shoving myself in as far as I can go until my crotch is
right up against him.

Unable to support both me and himself any more, the man I'm screwing lets
his torso sink back down onto the table with me on top of him. He
straightens his arms out and grips the edge of the table with both hands.
He's lucky he's holding on, I think, because if he wasn't I might just
fuck him right off this table. He grunts in exertion as I continue to
make violent love to his ass.

"Oh yeah, man!" he says, "you're fucking me so hard and so good! It
feels so fucking awesome!" His voice almost breaks he's so excited. I
speed up my thrusting even more, but I know I couldn't maintain this
intensity much longer. It's intoxicating, knowing he's here for me to
fuck, and I to fuck him. In some way, in this moment of mutual passion,
he belongs to me, and I to him. We are here for each other in this
ecstatic instant that somehow is stretching itself out for us, as if the
rules of space and time are being suspended, briefly, just for us.
My load is about to blow, but I want this feeling to go on and on, to be
unending in its brilliance. The pleasure of screwing this guy is reaching
a boiling point, and it's unstoppable, no more preventable than waves on
the beach, or my insatiable thrusting into his butt.

Sweat drips from my forehead onto his perfect back, and the sight of it
shimmering on his beautiful musculature sends me over the top and beyond.
One man loving another, in the purest, most raw, utterly primitive yet
most exquisite way possible, this is the love we're making. And suddenly
it was about to end. My climax roars up inside me, and I know there's no
turning back - I'm about to see more than my sweat on his back.

My balls are churning as I pull my pulsating dick out of the guy's ass.
With my right hand I rip the condom off, and begin to jerk myself.
One stroke is all it takes.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" I groan as the man beneath me arches his back up to meet
me. Spunk squirts out of my cock and splatters beautifully all over my
partner's back.

"Oh, yeah!" he says, "I feel your fuckin' power, man, you're the fuckin'
hottest fuck I've ever had!"
"Holy shiiiit!" I say as my orgasm pounds through me, making my muscles
tense and contract as if from physical blows. "Uuuungghh!"
"Yeah, man, that's it, that's fuckin' it!" the guy I fucked says as I
ride the wave of ecstasy on top of him.

Finally I collapse on him, and he groans appreciatively as my breathing
gradually slows down. When I completely recover, I take a long, deep
breath and let it out slowly.

"You're a fucking stud, dude," he whispers up to me.
"Turn over on your back," I tell him, and he obeys silently. I hike his
legs up onto my shoulders, and am surprised at the grinning face looking
up at me. He's younger than I imagined - mid-twenties instead of
mid-thirties.

And he's hot - damn hot!

"We're not done yet," I say as I grab his nice hard cock.
"Fuck yeah, man!" he says and rolls his head back as I start jerking him
off. "That's fuckin' awesome!"

"Yeah?" I ask, shoving three of my fingers into his tight asshole.
"How's this?"
"Oh shit, dude, you fuckin' rock me!" he said, and a second later, his
chest is covered with his come as much as his back is covered with my
sweat. His dick feels like a fucking steel rod in my fist as it squirts
its liquid ecstasy out into the world.

"AAAaaawwwooohhhhhhffuuckinnnnshiiiiiit...!" he trails off as his orgasm
peaks, climaxes, and fades into after-glow.
"Wow," I say after a few minutes.
"You said it," says the guy beneath me. "I'm done for a while."

We disentangle ourselves and get down off the table.

"Ow," I say. "I'm fucking sore."
"But it was worth it," the hot guy says.
"You know something? It was," I tell him with a grin.
"See you later?" he asks over his shoulder as he heads for the door I
came in through.

"Yes," I say, "count on it." And he was gone. I consider following him,
but then look to the door on other side of the room. The unknown beckons
me, and I walk toward it, wondering what else the night has in store for me.

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