My First Steam Room

by RoryStories69

I turned eighteen in the early spring. I figured I should join a gym since I wouldn't be able to use the one at school after graduation. I was a little nervous, so I asked my best friend Bill to come with me. He turned eighteen a month before me, so I knew we could both get memberships.

When the gym manager told us we could have a free day pass to check it out, Bill and I jumped at the chance. We were both pretty broke and trying to save money for college. Having just left school, both our gym bags were in my trunk. We grabbed them and headed back to the gym, going to change in the locker room.

It must be a regulation or something for every gym locker room to have a super old guy just walking around completely nude with his scrotum hanging down to his knees. Bill and I exchanged glances and tried not to laugh out loud at the wrinkly cliche in front of us. We found lockers and changed into our gym clothes. Eyes front. No sneaking a peak.

Bill and I drifted around, trying out the different machines until we ended up at the weight bench. I was doing bench presses with a little more weight than usual and I started to struggle.

"Help me out, Bill." Nothing. "Bill?" I said, arms shaking a little. "Yo, Billy!" I looked around.  He was nowhere to be seen. My arms started to give out. The bar was sinking toward my neck. Then it stopped.

"Need a spot?"

I looked up to see a man of about 45 years old, tan, clean cut salt-and-pepper hair, and a strong jawline under a 5 o'clock shadow. He was holding the bar with one hand like it was nothing. He gave me a playful smile and I completely forgot what I was doing. I still cringe at how stupid I must have looked staring up at him for so long.

"Come on, you can do it. Push it." His voice was deep and rough, but also calm and reassuring. I snapped back to reality and, with a big breath, pushed the weight up and onto the rack.

"Nice," he said with a tone that made me feel the most self-esteem I ever had in my young life.

"Thanks," I smiled back as I stood up. I'm glad I didn't look in the mirror. My grin must have looked ridiculous.

The man took a drink from his water flask.  As he brought it to his lips, his bicep contracted into the perfect shape and thickness. I was drinking in the sight of his face and body like my eyes were dying of thirst. He had broad, muscular shoulders and a "V" shaped torso. His tank top revealed the definition of his pecs. He lifted it to wipe his mouth, briefly revealing powerful washboard abs. He had those lines on either side diving into his waistband. I desperately wanted to see where they led, but my eyes shot back up to his face when he spoke again.

"I don't think I've seen you here before. Is this your first time?"

"Uh, yeah." I looked away. My face heated up, blushing with the fear that he caught me checking him out.

"Don't be embarrassed. Everybody's gotta start somewhere. I can tell you're gonna get big fast. You're already in really good shape."

"You too." My voice cracked. I was mortified. He didn't seem to notice or, at least, didn't act like it.

"This is a great gym," he said, looking around. "Make sure you check everything out before you go. I'm particularly fond of the steam room. My name's Tom, by the way."

"Oh, cool. Thanks, Tom." I stammered. I was practically shaking. Tom walked over to the squat rack and started loading plates onto the bar. I didn't realize I was staring until I heard Bill behind me.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"What the fuck, Bill!" I smacked him. "I almost died on the fucking bench!"

"I had to take a dump. Sue me."

"Gross," I said. I glanced at Tom from the corner of my eye. His legs were thick and powerful. The way his ass stuck out was like a magnet to my eyes.

"Were you flirting with that guy?" Bill teased me.

"No," I said defensively. "I was thanking him for saving my life when my so-called friend and spotter abandoned me."

"I'm sorry, dude." Bill sighed. "I'm hungry. Let's go grab a burger."

"Okay," I said. "I just want to check out the rest of the gym real quick."

"What do you mean?" asked Bill. "We've tried everything here."

"Not the steam room," I said.

"The steam room?" Bill raised his eyebrows incredulously. "What are you, an 82 year old mafia boss?"

"Shut up," I chided him. "Have you ever tried a steam room? Maybe it's awesome."

"Fine," Bill shrugged.

The entrance to the steam room was on the other side of the lockers. I had to suppress a laugh when we walked into the locker room and there was another ancient nude man with sagging testicles just chilling. It was a different guy this time. We headed toward the steam room door, but were stopped by the old man's croaky voice.

"No gym clothes in the steam room," he said authoritatively. "It's unhygienic. Towels are over there."

He pointed to a stack of towels on a shelf in the corner. Bill and I shared a somewhat confused look, but followed the old man's instructions. We stripped again, eyes front. Even with a towel on, I felt kind of exposed. We entered the steam room.

It was hotter than I expected. There was a column in the middle of the tile floor emitting the steam and a circle of stone benches around it. On older man, maybe sixty something was sitting on one side with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes when we came in, gave us a polite nod, and closed them again. He was sitting on a towel naked and exposed, but the steam in the air obscured the view enough to minimize awkwardness. 

Bill and I sat down opposite the older man. After a moment we both instinctively took a deep breath and relaxed.

"Okay, this is nice," Bill admitted and tilted his head back. "Good call."

We sat there in silence enjoying the steam for a few minutes before we heard the door open. The older man looked at the newcomers. This time he gave a salute and smiled as if he knew them.

The first man who walked in was a slim, pale, ginger, late twenties or early thirties, with a well trimmed beard and a smooth torso. He stepped past the older man to a spot across from us, giving us a polite nod and smile as he sat down.

I recognized the next man instantly and my heart skipped a beat. It was Tom, the salt and pepper hunk who saved my life earlier. Tom's jacked torso was on full display; strong, defined pecs, six pack abs, and those grooves that now traced into the loose wrap of a towel. His chest and abs were covered with a fine coat of brown hair. It wasn't enough to obscure his muscle definition, but gave him a nice texture and a natural look.

As he stepped past Bill and myself, I smelled his musk and met his chestnut eyes with mine. A smile flashed across his chiseled face that made me feel like I was on the final climb of a roller coaster. I felt the blood flow into my penis. Tom sat down between me and the ginger.

I glanced over at Bill to see if he had noticed my reaction to Tom, but he was looking at something across the room.

The ginger had opened his towel and leaned back against the wall, legs spread wide. There was too much steam to get a clear look, but it was obvious the man was well endowed. I could see his pale package hanging over the edge of the bench. 

I looked back at Bill and he looked at me. His expression was one of shock, but he didn't say anything. Then he looked over at Tom. So did I.

Tom looked back at us briefly, then closed his eyes and leaned back. I'm not sure if he intended to put on a show for us, but it sure seemed like it. He took a deep, slow breath, spread his legs, and then opened his towel.

Tom's body was magnificent. His gym clothes had not concealed his strong arms, thick legs, or broad shoulders; I'd even had a peek at his six pack. But seeing his full glory now, naked from head to toe, made my jaw drop and my dick stiffen.

All those muscles put together with the chiseled face, and those fucking abdominal lines. I finally got to follow them all the way down. They led to a beautiful, thick, uncircumcised cock. Its flaccid weight rested heavy on the bench between Tom's legs. He had no tan lines. Even through the steam I could see that his dick and balls were well above average size. 

My penis was erect almost instantly. It strained against my towel. I wanted to ogle Tom's body and jerk off so bad. I looked around the room.

Bill was also gawking at Tom. Bill had never shown any indication of being into guys, but Tom was a work of art. No one on earth could look away from that. The ginger was still leaning back, but I caught him sneaking a little glance at Tom and "adjusting himself." The movement made the details of the ginger's anatomy more obvious. Other than a small patch of fire-red hair on his pubis, the ginger was completely smooth. Like the man himself, his penis was long and slender. It had a large mushroom head. His scrotum hung low, though not as much as the old men in the locker room, and his balls were almost as large and heavy as Tom's.

I finally turned my eyes to the older man. He was looking back at me. He nodded gently, reassuring me that it was okay to stare. He looked at Tom's body then back at me with a raised eyebrow as if to say "amazing, right?"

Then he looked down at the tent in my towel. I blushed and started to cover it up. The older man shook his head and gestured for me to look around. He wiggled his own penis. It was small, but erect. He moved his hands in a motion indicating I should open my towel. I did so, hesitatingly.

Bill noticed out of the corner of his eye and looked over. He looked at me questioningly. I nodded reassuringly and Bill opened his towel. He also had an erection. His penis was shorter than mine, but it was also thicker and he had bigger balls, though we were both about average.

I noticed a movement across the room. The ginger adjusted himself again. His penis was longer now, semi erect. Then Tom followed suit, moving his penis just slightly. Just enough so there was plausible deniability of what was going on.

The ginger moved again, now obviously shaking his impressively long semi. The older man did the same. Tom gripped the base of his own heavy member and slapped it against the stone bench. That got everyone going.

The older man started openly jacking off, as did the ginger whose penis was almost fully hard, long with an upward curve, and his glans was swollen and pink.

I couldn't help myself. I joined in. Bill didn't make eye contact, but he noticed I was doing it and started pleasuring himself as well.

I was transfixed by the sight of Tom's hog hanging off the front of his muscular body, getting longer and thicker as he slapped it against the bench. 

Still stroking his own long penis, the ginger scooted closer to Tom. 

My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. Every stroke was ecstasy. My eyes were bugging out of my head. I didn't think it could get any hotter until the ginger reached over and grabbed Tom's thick cock. Tom grunted.

A clear stream of precum shot out of my rigid member. The ginger slowly tugged Tom's growing erection with one hand, pulling the foreskin back and forth over his swollen purple head. With the other hand he jerked his own hard cock. The pink mushroom head was pulsing. Their cocks were drooling precum as well.

It wasn't long before all five of us were moaning and grunting in pleasure. The chorus of sexual groans echoing around the tile steam room made it even hotter.

I stared mindlessly at Tom's huge penis. It was now rock hard. It swelled even thicker, head expanding, veins bulging out. I wanted to grab it and tug it and do things I didn't even know how to do.

Tom let out a long, loud moan. His big purple cock head flared up and launched a jet of clear precum, then a long stream of thick white semen followed by eight or nine huge blasts of spunk, the first of which went clear across the room.

Tom's ejaculation started a chain reaction. All of our cocks began to release ropes of jizz into the air. I felt like I was dying with ecstacy. 

After about a minute of indescribable pleasure, I leaned back against the wall. My penis was still hard and dribbling cum. Everyone else seemed to have completely emptied their balls.

Tom sighed, then let out a contented chuckle. He stood up and wiped his still semi-erect member with his towel. The way it swung back and forth did not help my erection go away. He gave me another heart-melting smile and exited the steam room, followed shortly after by the ginger. The older man just leaned back and closed his eyes again.

Bill and I sat there for a moment, unsure what to say or do.

"I'm going to take a shower," Bill said.

"Me too," I replied. "You go first."

He probably knew I was still hard, but I didn't want to address it.

I jerked off in the shower, mind flooded with the images of what just happened. I came hard again, splattering the shower wall with another huge load. At my age, I was used to cumming a lot, multiple times a day, even, but it had never been like this. I was still semi hard, but my erection had subsided enough to feel comfortable getting dressed and heading out.

Bill was already dressed when I got to the locker room. I felt like I should say something, but I didn't know what, so I just got dressed quietly.

"You still want a burger?" I asked.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Bill said absently. I couldn't tell how he felt.

It was a quiet meal. We were both ravenous and ate a ton. From then on, Bill acted like nothing happened, though he did dodge the question whenever I asked if he wanted to go to the gym. He started working out at home.

I kept going to the gym. I learned many things, made some new friends, and had a lot of fun in that steam room, but I'll never forget the first time.