Steam Room Virgin

[losolent]

A pulse of lightly scented steam rose shrouding me deeper in a mythical mist as droplets of sweat ran from my neck down my torso, I placed the palm of my hands on my young smooth chest and rubbed it in.  In the distance shuffling could be heard which told me I was not alone in the steam room but the dense mist made it impossible to make anything out.

I had just turned 18, and had decided as a present to myself I would venture in to my first gay sauna and my first man-on-man gay experience.  Don't get me wrong.  I had done my fair share of masturbating to online gay porn, and it was while searching the internet for additional sex outlets that I first encountered an advertisement for the bathhouse in which I found myself.  I had had to dig deep to find the courage to concoct a convincing web of deception to convince my conservative family I would celebrate my 18th with my friends, so I would be occupied all Saturday afternoon and that evening as well. 

Meanwhile, I googled the bathhouse for reviews and saw some comments such as 'Guaranteed to get your ass pounded here!' and 'Full of horny fit guys in their 20's and 30's', 'Way to many tops and not enough bottoms to knock up for real', and another which read 'Notorious breeding ground'.  Hindsight would have been a great thing at the time but when sensibility and the mix of adrenaline and lust clash, sensibility has  no chance of winning out, and so it was with me.  On the designated Saturday I left the house in mid-morning, when to the barber where I asked him to cut my hair back to a number 1, and by mid afternoon I arrived outside the bathhouse.

Walking in to the small reception room I paid, got my locker key and towel, and was directed to the changing rooms just past the bar lounge.  The clerk also mentioned the sauna and steam rooms were on the lower floor.  As I walked through the bar lounge I noticed three men who, I assumed, were taking a break.  Each gave me a furtive glance.  Stepping into the locker room, I quickly changed, and then returned my locker key to the admission clerk, and then headed directly downstairs.

Another wave of steam hit me as I began to really enjoy this and the thought of sex had long since diminished, I hear more shuffling a blast of cool air which was a sign that the door had been opened.  I could just make out the shape of a couple of bodies, one of which was seated on the bench next to me on my left, the other to my right.  Each was far enough away I was unable to get more than a vague impression.  I also recall being quite struck me by the quiet.  Apart from the hissing of the steam vent there was very little sound.  Still, the proximity of the two men brought me back to reality and the real reason I had come to the bathhouse.  Then another cool blast of air announced someone had entered the steam room.  The vague outlines of various men moved in and out of my limited field of vision, each man's shape shrouded by the dense mist.

A hand appeared and ran down my chest and his shape became clearly visible as he moved closer to me noticing the a well defined arm with a tattoo sleeve gave me the most incredible erection.  What do I do?  Should I return the stroke, or perhaps kiss him?  I had no idea how this was suppose to play out.  Fortunately the man was far more knowledgeable than I, and wordlessly taught me the etiquette of a steam room.  His hand moved to my shoulder, then neck, drawing my head in his direction.  His body and face loomed in my line of vision, the striking chiseled features of his face moved ever closer as he leaded in to my mouth, a kiss landing on my lips, which were closed. Still, suspecting my niavete, his tongue moved about my mouth, his saliva moistening my lips as his tongue slid between my lips.  My lips were receptive to his advance, and my mouth partially opened only for his lips to lock against mine as his warm tongue explored mine.  After 30 or so seconds of this intimacy, he pulled away, although a dribble of his saliva still connected our mouths.  A smile crossed his handsome face as, having given me a warm look, he dove back in with increased intensity, his right arm, which was wrapped behind my neck, pulled me closer as his left hand grabbed my right hip, gesturing for me to straddle his lap. 

Obliging his direction, I positioned myself over his crotch, and in descending, my ass encountered his erection, which was rock hard, and difficult to control as it settled nestled between my ass cheeks.  Still, sitting face to face with one arm now holding me steady on his lap I felt his other hand caressing my buttocks then pulling as he slipped his hand to my hole he began gently rubbing at first.  Gradually one probing finger coaxed its way into my hole.  Eyes wide with startlement, I tried to protest but his mouth was still locked against mine and, as the pained eased off, I clasped him about his neck and responded to his kissing as simultaneously his finger explored my hole.

He pulled his finger out quickly causing my body to tense his hand rubbed my back causing a pool of sweat that he guided to my ass and rubbed it in to my hole this time with two fingers causing my back to arch slightly.  In vain I attempted to moderate his activity by gripping his arms, but his sweat made it impossible so I resumed my clasp around his neck.  I must admit, moreover, by this time, my mouth now completely invaded by his tongue, and feeling lightheaded from the heat and steam, I neither wanted to, nor realistically could break free from him. 

Every now and then the man tightened the bicep of the arm which was holding my back, which gave me a comfort of feeling controlled.  I was clearly in the grasp of a very experienced man who understood positive and negative reinforcement as sporadically he would withdraw this fingers from my ass, which left me feeling an immense sensation of release, but which also left me yearning for that moment he would slid his fingers back into my ass.

In one such cycle the man broke off our kiss, and, spitting into his hand, we resumed our kiss as his hand moved slightly further down my back.  Almost involuntarily I felt my body rising slightly only for a searing pain to shoot through my body.  Naturally I wriggled to escape it the shocking pain, but the man clamped his arm firmly behind my back, preventing me from forcing a withdraw.  Breaking off the kiss, I buried my face in his neck and groaned loudly.  I knew his cock head had penetrated my ass:  my virginity and body were forever parting company.

The man reached behind my neck with his free arm, pushing my body downwards.  By this point I was so overwhelmed with pain I was prepared to forcibly raise myself off of his cock, exclaiming a loud "NO" as he pushed my body downwards, forcing me to take more of him in to my ass.  I gasped for breath - my body was being pushed further and further down on his cock, my moans and cries had brought other guys closer as they watched the transformation of a virgin.

Tears mingled with the sweat as I came to rest on his lap, his cock now fully immersed in my arse.  Almost immediately the pain began ebbing and was being replaced by a gentle internal caressing sensation, a sensation I was not keen on ending.  My ass still felt as if to be on fire, but still I didn't want to stop.  Raising my face to his, my lips greeted his mouth we resumed a now incredibly sensual kiss.  My ass was also now responding to its own desires, rocking to and fro with small rise and fall movements which continued for what seemed like an eternity, the pain now replaced by intense pleasure.

The sudden tight locking of his arms around my body forced me to expel what air I had in my lungs in to his mouth as he sounded a loud grunt directly into my mouth.  Simultaneously his cock further hardened, swelled, and went rigid as a torrent of warmth flowed into my arse, the first wave of his ejaculation now planted seed deep inside me.  I tried to catch a breath but his grip was so tight I couldn't pull air in to my lungs and in rapid succession of pulses stream after stream of his seed flowed in to my body.  My head collapsed against his neck as I strove to catch my breath, but the man's grip was so tight around my body I could only manage short pants.  In the aftermath of his orgasm, his cock twitched in my arse, the last drops of cum oozing into my hole, as ever so slowly the man released his grip, leaving me to find I had also shot my load - without even realising as much.  His mouth sought mine and we kissed deeply as I remained impaled by his large still erect cock buried deep.

Bodies appeared next to us, wandering hands sought to explore, only to be quickly pushed away by my maker.  He was adamant.  He alone would play with me.  He alone would be inside my body.  Slowly the gathering crowd moved away, still optimistically lurking in the dense mist, awaiting the master to release me, his prey.  We broke from our kiss and he pulled me in to his neck and locked his arms around me securely.  Involuntarily I winced as pain ran through my arse:  again he was pushing his hips upwards, clearly indicating he was ready for another round, so I clasped my hands behind his neck and shoulders and resumed an up/down movement.  My ass might have been sore, if not completely in fire with pain, but I knew trying to stop would be futile now, especially as he had now begun his second assault on my young body.

I was a quick learner.  Without hesitation my head moved to his and we engaged in another sensual kiss as my ass rocked faster as his manhood continuously speared my hole.  Sweat was running down both of our bodies making if difficult for us to keep hold of each other.  The man thrust up, perfectly meeting my downward motion.  Each time I hit bottom I moaned loudly into his mouth.  He broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes, his arms tightened again around my back.  I knew full well what was coming.  I found myself staring deep into his eyes as he moved in for the kill. 

Sharply tightening his grip, the air escaped my lungs as my back tried to arch away.  My chest was being crushed against his.  I couldn't expand my chest to draw a complete (and badly needed ) breath.  My arse was forced down harder on his cock.  Letting out a low long moan, the man's cock twitched as his pushed his hips up getting as deep as could and began releasing the first of five waves of his seed firing deep in to my ass.  I collapsed against his body whilst he held me tight.  Finally I could at last get air back in to my lungs and, shaking off the grogginess from lack of oxygen, I panted heavily against his neck.  I might have felt violated and destroyed by this man but I was also overcome with lust and desire for his sex.

My senses gradually came around.  I knew my body had taken enough.  Again kissing the man on his lips, I slowly lifted my ass off his cock, in the process emitting a slight cry of discomfort.  I didn't anticipate the withdraw of his cock would be as challenging as its entrance.  The man released his grip from around my back and I got to my feet, but as I was visibly unsteady, the man stood with me, escorting me out of the steam room and into the showers where he stood next to me, stroking my back as the cool water poured over my head and body, greatly refreshing me.  The man, by this time, had taken the adjoining shower head as he also wanted a clean-up.

This was the first time I had the opportunity to get a clear, unimpeded view of the man.  He was about six feet in height, heavily tattooed, easily in his late 20's with a beautifully muscled arms, defined torso and strong legs.  Still no word spoken between us he caught me looking at him so he cupped my face and gave me deep french kiss.  I placed the towel around my waist and sat down on a nearby bench to relax, and I must have dozed a minute or so, for when I opened my eyes, I saw the man was gone.  A couple of men walked through the corridor, obviously assessing the situation but I decided to head home so I went upstairs, retrieved my key, and entered the locker room where I saw only one guy was delving into his locker.  I opened my locker and looked-up just as the other man in the locker room moved in my field of vision, revealing his back and the tattoos which adorned his body:  dead square in the middle was a biohazard tattoo and, on his left shoulder blade, a scorpion.  Then turning around I came face-to-face with the man who took my virginity.  He gave me a warm smile.

I was not so stupid that I didn't understand the implications of the tattoos.  Fear froze me to the spot:  a poz guy had just shot two loads deep into my body, and his cum was still inside me.  I returned his smile, stepped into the toilet, where I did my best to push his seed out, but my arse was sore and burning, and each attempt came to naught.  Wiping my arse, I noticed tell tell signs of blood on the tissue.  Seated on the toilet, my head in my hands, I was beside myself and angry he could do such a thing, but then again I shared the blame as I never insisted on a condom and just allowed him to fuck me.

I went back to the locker room to find it completely empty.  Resigned to my fate I opened the locker door to find a note which contained both a message and a mobile number.  The message read "Best fuck ever.  You will want more of me and when you do, call me as I really enjoyed breeding you.  I'm available whenever you need me."

Looking at the note I realised my cock was rock hard so I folded the note away and put it in my trouser pocket and finished changing.

[CABARE49]

WOW!  Hot story.  I hope there is more!

[subalex]

oh yes, please. Let there be more. Well done.

[Guest scottyboy135]

This hot fiction just keeps coming, the truth is, once you start down this path you just cant stop, bareback once and you're hooked for life, the feeling and sex is so intense, there is no going back.

[losolent]

Thanks for the comments guys, but unfortunately someone has messed around with the original story which is quite disappointing. I didn’t think this was a literacy teaching site.

Edited February 17, 2018 by losolent

[sleazebugga]

Enjoyed it anyway. Very hot

[evilqueerpig]

Like you, I spent my 18th Birthday at the baths, but this was after a 3 month fling with my 1st man.  I set a goal of being with 19 men and it was achieved.  This was August of 1977, before hiv was even known.

[Hellboy]

Hot

[miticax]

wow really hot story, do write more

[TTFN]

On 17/02/2018 at 7:03 AM, losolent said:

Way to many tops and not enough bottoms to knock up for real',

I would sure like to find that sauna.

[mort]

hot story hope you continue

[hrbigbelly]

I think there are more bottoms and not enough tops to go around.

[losolent]

Angelo - Part 2

 

I was finding it difficult to walk normally so decided to take the bus. Taking my seat I jumped up a little as he pain hit me, it was turning out to be a very uncomfortable trek home. As the bus pulled up to my stop I stood up with the weird feeling of my underwear being stuck to my ass as I tried to adjust it without anyone noticing. Opening the door to the house it was very quiet so I guessed my family had gone out, I headed to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I took off my shorts and noticed a damp patch on the back and felt quietly embarrassed. Pulling down my underwear I noticed a pink slimy mess had congregated in them and decided to rinse them out so headed to the bathroom. As I stood rinsing them in the sink I felt a trickle run down the inside of my thigh so grabbing some tissue I wiped it up noticing yet more of the slimy pink mixture escaping from my ass. I cleaned myself up as best as I could then went back to my bedroom picking up my trousers off the floor I remembered the note in the pocket. Debating to destroy it I paused and read it once more, doing so caused a stirring in my groin. Maybe this was fate and we were destined to be together, stupid idiot I told myself.

Picking up my phone I added the number to my contacts and tore the note up in to small pieces, there I thought, if I need to and I can remove him easily enough. Tired from my day and somewhat aching I pulled the duvet back and snuggled down in bed to have a nap for a few hours. I woke with a startle and felt myself laying in a wet patch and new immediately that more of his cum had escaped my ass, my sense of smell picked up an usual odour which must be what a fucked ass smelt like. This was all very new to me and wasn't sure if this was normal  Cleaning up the mess as best I could and taking a shower to rid the slimly mess on the inside of my thighs again. Sitting on the bed I picked up the phone and started typing a message "Your cum is still seeping out of my ass." and hit send. The buzzing of my phone startled me a little. I read the message "Good. Let me know when you want me to breed you again.".

The rest of the weekend went by without any further incidents but my ass was still hurting but subsiding slowly through Sunday and in to Monday. The week went by in a flash and college was hectic with lots of assignments to complete so I was kept pretty busy until Friday early evening. Assignments completed meant I had the weekend to myself, laying back on the bed group texting with friends deciding if were going out. I then stumbled across his old message. Something was drawing me to reply but the thought of having my body brutalised again should have been enough of warning. I typed one word "Hi" and a smiley face. His response came straight away "Meet me at the bathhouse in 20 minutes.", oh crap I said to myself, a second messaged arrived from him "When you arrive give your name as Tiger to the attendant.", not thinking any more I quickly dressed and headed out.

Opening the entrance door the same attendant as before was manning the desk. I walked up as he asked my name, "Tiger" I said. He looked at me handed a locker key and told me my visit had been paid for. I must have looked slightly confused but he smiled "lucky you" he commented. Descending the stairs to the lower level I found it was really busy and trying to move around was a challenge. Hands were grabbing at me from all directions making me feel extremely vulnerable and disorientated. Two burly men collared me and started closing in forcing me in to the corner by the shower cubicles their hands reached out an grabbed hold of my arms, they started to steer me towards a dark corridor off to one side. I froze on the spot trying to pull away from their grasp. A tattooed arm appeared from behind and a familiar vice like grip secured me around the wait. The two men looked up as his voice bellowed "Fuck off and leave my boy alone.". Without any hesitation they released me and backed off hands raised in a surrender.

He guided me to a private room that had a day bed in and turned to leave, I grabbed his arm. He looked back at me and spoke for the first time directly to me "No one will touch you, don't worry I am going to get us a drink.". Several men passed by looking in a guy who could have been no older than myself lingered posing in the entrance eyeing me up and down and stepped over the threshold. An arm grabbed him and warned him "Don't do it, he belongs to Angelo", a look of horror on his face he made a clumsy rapid exit.

Angelo as I now knew his name, returned with two soft drinks. He closed the door and secured the lock as he offered me one of the drinks, I thanked him and he sat down beside me taking a swig he put the drink down on the floor. I took a small sip and put my drink down his arm wrapping around my neck and his hand resting on my chest he pulled me in and gave me a very tender french kiss. This man of little words quickly removed both our towels, he swung me around straddling his lap. Stroking the side of my face and whispering "I knew you would want me again." as he pulled me in to another kiss. His arms now wrapping my body tightly I felt comfortable and secure knowing where this was going. I raised my hips slightly and he removed one arm, spat in to his hand and rubbing it in to my hole he then guided his cock towards my ass. Tingling then a sharp burning pain ran up my body as I felt the head of his cock penetrating me. Pushing his hips up and forcing me down his cock tore it's way in to my body I moaned in to mouth repeatedly. Coming to rest on his lap he let out what seemed like gratifying purr. He disengaged our kiss "My boy. Back where you belong." he muttered whilst kissing my neck.

I felt myself being lifted up forcing me to lock my legs around his waist as he stood up our mouths met in an excited yearning manner. In one swift movement I found my self on my back in a missionary position, he gently started gyrating his hips. The sensation was overwhelming as my body shuddered at this new experience he looked me in the eye a big broad smile on his face. I relaxed completely stroking his back as he switched between thrusting and gyrating, my back arching, body responding to his movements in unison. His arm wrapped around my neck pulling us closer face to face, we kissed tenderly as I held his neck I could feel his cock beginning to go rigid and swell putting more strain against my ass lining as he thrusted in and out with total abandonment. He grunted loudly several times as delivered the first river seed in to my body. An agonising cry emitted from me at the sexual slaughtering my body was taking. Every forward jolt of his body meant another release of seed being planted deep in my body. Still locked together he rolled on his side, his arms wrapped around my body. My head nestled in his neck and feeling the fading of his orgasm I tenderly kissed his neck as he tightened his arms around me.

The warmth of our entwined bodies, his dominance over me just draw me deeper and deeper into hedonism and I just wanted to lay here with him forever. After some time had passed I felt his hips pushing up as he started working up to take me again. His orgasm was a big as the first but this time he stayed inside me gently pushing his cock deep making sure his seed was planted firmly. We enjoyed a very sensual kiss as he began to remove his cock slowly. A cry escaped my lips as his head finally pulled free. As we left the room I was told to go home, climbing the stairs I looked around to see him disappear in to the steam room.

[Hellboy]

Very hot..... poz that whore 

[losolent]

Owned - Part 3

The attendant handed me the locker key. In the locker room I noticed just one other person slightly out of view, I busied myself getting changed and closed the door. Catching sight of the guy we both looked at each other in surprise. Adam stood before me, he was in my class at college and we were pretty good friends but never really socialised in the same circles. He asked me how I was but he was more interested in why I was here. We decided get a coffee at the cafe just down the street. Stirring the chocolate in the milky froth he began to tell me that he used the place as an escape and to get sex. Asking me why I was there, I went on to hell him about the birthday present to myself, he probed wanting to know more. Telling him it was my second visit and that I had only been laid by one guy. He confided in me that he had hiv and was in no doubt he contracted it in the bathhouse. Explaining it was a notorious place for engaging in bareback sex. He coaxed out of me who had fucked me, his eyes opened wide when I described him.

"So, both visits you had sex with Angelo?" he asked and I nodded as he continued "I tried to get Angelo but he was not interested. Although I did hear today that he had sex with someone twice which is unheard of.". A perplexed look must have come across my face as he went on "Angelo is known for pozzing guys especially unsuspecting ones, but very rarely shows interest in a guy once he is done with them. Are you going to meet him again?". I was still trying to take in what he was saying to me when he prodded me for answer. "Oh, I don't think so.". Adam then gave me a frightening perspective "Angelo will not take no for an answer that much I do know of him.". It was a very informative chat with Adam, and gave me a lot to think about, and worse, he probably had infected me the first time. I got up to leave and headed home. I began to have the strange feeling again of seeping fluid from my ass so rushed home.

Three weeks later the summer holidays started my family had decided to head to the coast for several weeks. I decided to stay at home and catch up on some course work. There had been no communication between Agnelo and myself, kind of glad as I didn't want to get any further with him. One bright morning I woke up with a raging headache I ran to the bathroom to vomit. Heaving in to the toilet I realised I was sweating and as the day wore on I felt worse, suffering alone in the houseI went to bed and fell asleep. Startled awake by my phone I gathered my senses and picked it up. A message from Angelo, I put the phone down on the table and turned over. 10 minutes later another buzzing, retrieving the phone I saw another message from Angelo. I clicked on the first one "Your quiet." was all he sent, I read the second message "Don't ignore me.". I can't explain why but I was feeling slightly frightened and remembered Adam's warning. I typed a reply to him "I'm sorry, I don't feel well, I am in bed." and hit send. He replied quickly "Do you have flu?, give me your address I will pick you up and bring you back to mine.". I layed there looking at the screen as it turned dull and switched off. Turning it back on I typed in my address and sent it to him his reply was swift "Be outside in 15 minutes.".

A car pulled up and Angelo's face appeared instructing me to get in. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Your coming home with me so I can look after you." and with that we drove off back to his. He carried me inside up to his bedroom, undressed me and laid me in the bed. He put the TV on got undressed and slid in beside me. He pulled me close and allowed me to cuddle up against him as I drifted off to sleep. I woke at the sound of movement, it was dark outside as Angelo entered the bedroom with food and water. He helped me sit up and began to feed me, eventually he spoke "It should pass in 48 hours, it is first effect your body has when you become infected with hiv.". He put the bowel and drink down, I looked up at him "I own you.". I put my head in my hands and sobbed heavily as he put his arm around me I flinched and pushed at him to move away, this provoked a reaction I never suspected.

Angelo twisted my body around with such force and pushed me flat on the bed, his hands holding my shoulders down. He reared up behind me and without any warning he rammed his cock in to my arse in one crushing thrust. I screamed and thrashed about underneath his weight, he laughed as he pinned me to the bed, my body was burning and racked with spasms of pain from his sexual assualt on me. His hips moved like a jack hammer as he pulverised my ass continually for ages. My crying grew hoarse and the weakness of my body caused me to go limp as I had to accept this was not a game of getting a fuck but reality of messing with the wrong person. Angelo release a deep loud grunt and his hips locked against my ass. The twitching of his cock and jolting of his hips meant that he was delivering his poison deep in to my body. Rapid and successive pulses kept firing streams of seed, each one melding in to the wrecked lining of my anal passage. He panted heavily next to me ear as he whispered "Never, push me away, I own you, never forget that", with that he pounded me with his cock several more times to reinforce his statement to me. He pulled his cock out and turned me to face him, wiping the tears from my eyes and face he pulled me up close to his chest, we both fell asleep.

Sunlight streamed through the window waking me up, we were both in the same position as when we fell asleep. I felt a lot better and started thinking about my decision to explore sex, how it had lead me down a road I never suspected or wanted, and I layed in the arms of the man who destroyed me and re-shaped my life. Looking at this person I wondered how 10 years age difference could turn a person in this type of monster. He raped me last night in no uncertain terms, yet I was not discarded like a empty tin of beans. What he saw in me I don't know, did he just want another boy of poz?. His arms moved pulling me closer to him as I drifted off to sleep again.

After a few hours Angelo woke me as he got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. I got up and went to the window and looked out at how beautiful the day was. I heard him coming back in to the bedroom and felt his breath on my neck. He wrapped his arm around me and without hesitation I pushed back and rubbed my ass in his crotch against his semi hard cock. I was beginning to learn how to respond and respect the power he had over me now. He kissed my neck, picked me up and carried me back to bed and in his arms again, no sex this time, just the intimacy of us being together.

I ended up staying for 4 days, during which the sex we had became more intimate and very spontaneous. My ass was still sore from the last time I pushed away from him but he showed more consideration when gently pounding the hell out of me. That afternoon I had to approach the subject of going home to catch up on my college work. To my surprise he agreed and drove me home. I leaned over and kissed him, as I got out of the car he called me over to the drivers side of the car. He looked up at me and smiled before speaking "Weekends you are mine." I did a cursory glance around the street to make sure I was not being seen before I replied "Not good enough, try again.". He looked more intently at me trying to guess if I was playing, when he spoke again the words that reverberated somehow must have been what I really wanted to hear, "Weekends you are mine, you have two months to sort out what you will tell your family. Because at the end of the two months I will turn up here and you will decide either to stay with your parents or get in the car and come home with me permanently.".