Hung Boy in the University Sauna

I was just finishing up a workout at the University gym, when I noticed this younger, athletic dude who looked fresh out of high school was checking me out. The twink was barely eighteen, with a lithe, athletic build that suggested he was just starting to take his fitness seriously. His short, dark hair clung to his forehead in damp curls, and his cheeks were flushed from the steam. But it wasn't just his body that caught my attention. It was the way he looked at me, like he was trying to memorize every detail of my frame, from the broad shoulders I'd spent a couple years sculpting, to the veins that snaked down my forearms.

I smirked, letting my eyes linger on him for a moment before I closed them again, feigning disinterest. But I could still feel his presence, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore. The gym was quiet, since it was after 10pm, save for the soft hum of the air circulation systems, and I let the silence stretch, curious to see what he'd do next.

He didn't disappoint.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him fumbling with his shorts as he adjusted himself, and when I glanced his way again, I saw it--his cock, thick and heavy, sticking out the leg of his shorts. There was the ostensibly plausible deniability that it was an accident, but it was clear that he was flashing me in public in the gym. I glanced around the room and confirmed that no one was there. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a familiar heat pooling in my groin. It wasn't just the size of it, though it was undeniably impressive. It was the way he presented it, so confidently, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

I had been working out for a few years and had gotten my muscles trained pretty well, hitting new personal records every year in my lifting, so I was never surprised when a freshly legal, horny little gay boy ogled me. I had to admit I found the attention flattering, but I had never taken things to the next level with a guy, even though I was sure they would give better head and probably let me rough them up a lot more than any chick would.

I gave him a wink and headed to the locker room. Even though he looked like he had just started working out, he followed me in. I saw him across the row of lockers out of the corner of my eye, and when I dropped my shorts to reveal my hefty cock, I could feel his eyes burning a hole through me. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the steam room. I took a deep breath of the hot steam and was happy to find it empty. Of course, a minute later the twink came in and sat near me.

The steam clung to my skin, warm and heavy, as I leaned back against the tiled wall of the steam room. My muscles, still buzzing from the workout, ached in that satisfying way that comes from pushing your limits.  

I leaned back, letting the steam roll over my skin, and took a deep breath. My pecs flexed with the movement, and I saw him swallow hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. The air between us was thick with tension, electric and unspoken, and I knew he could feel it too. I closed my eyes, letting the heat seep into my pores, and I felt it--that gaze. It was subtle at first, just a flicker of attention, but it grew stronger, more insistent, until I couldn't ignore it.

I don't usually make much conversation in there, but I was in a friendly mood after the attention I'd been getting from the twink.

"You new here?" I asked, slightly opening my eyes and glancing at him.

"Yeah, I'm a Freshman," he said meekly, openly admiring my pecs that were pumped from the workout. I gave him a bit of a show with some deep breaths, making my round pecs slowly move up and down, and I saw him adjust his cock under the towel multiple times. I had to chuckle at that. I casually released my crotch from its towel covering, letting my full body soak in the steam. I normally only did this if I was alone in there, but I was having fun with this guy. There was a hint of shyness in his face, but an undeniable cock-suredness in the way he held himself, and I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way they kept drifting back to my chest, my arms, my hanging cock.

"How do you like the city?" I asked.

"It's pretty cool," he said, not offering much for conversation, apparently just here to stare at me.  

After a minute of quiet steam room meditation, he got bold and opened up his towel as well, joining me in some male bonding, letting his big, floppy cock that was probably half hard plop down onto the towel below him. It looked like a cock that belonged to someone else--a much bigger and more mature man--not the nubile, pale, curly haired little twink that couldn't hide his youthful infatuation with me. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, giving me a chance to openly stare. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen, and I thought mine was large. His two big tangerine sized balls were pressed to the side by the weight of his thick salami, which literally hung down obscenely over the edge of the bench and flopped downward. The twink shifted on the bench, his cock twitching as it lay heavy on the towel. He was clearly worked up, his breathing shallow and quick.

Over the time since he had first glanced my way, this little exhibitionist game with the

twink had subtly shifted into curiosity on my part, and I started to notice the twink's big red lips on his shadowed, wet face. They reminded me of someone--after a moment I realized they were similar to those of my last girlfriend. His body was thin, but I could see he had been working out his arms and chest, getting an aspirationally athletic physique, a respectably toned body, and he had an undeniably cute face. He looked like me before I had begun getting really into the gym a few years prior.  

I felt myself getting hard, and was suddenly sick with anticipation. My stomach felt like it fell out of my ass, and I started breathing slightly heavy. The silence stretched again, but this time it was charged, crackling with anticipation. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my cock straining against the fabric of my towel. I was used to attention--hell, I thrived on it--but this was different. This was raw, primal, and I couldn't deny the pull I felt toward him. He was far from the first male to hit on me in my life, but the timing lined up perfectly, and I was not in control of what I was going to do. I was starting to realize that I was about to have my first gay experience.

I started rubbing my cock, and when he squinted his eyes open to peek at me, I saw his cock move on its own. Now that I had his attention, I wanted even more. I acted like I was scratching my balls. I pulled my scrotum to make it comfortable, and wiggled my shaft a bit. He did the same, and soon we were both rubbing ourselves in quiet, mutual appreciation.

I stood up after a minute, wrapped myself in the towel, winked at him, and headed out the door. I didn't have to look to know he was following after me. Neither of us had successfully hidden our boners under our towels, but it was about to be moot. I stepped toward the famous hot tub--the one in the locker room, where only males were allowed, so nudity was the norm.  

The locker room was quiet, the sound of our footsteps echoing against the tile floor. I dropped my towel onto the bench, letting my cock swing free again, and stepped into the hot tub, enjoying the tingle that moved up my body from the heat of it. I could feel the twink burning a hole in me from behind as I lowered my athletic ass and sweaty crotch below the water line, and sat on the smooth tiled recession of the soaking tub.

We were lucky tonight--there was no one else in the hot tub, just a little cleaning robot occasionally whirring at it did its thing around the tiled floor. The water was warm, almost too hot, but it felt good against my skin, soothing the ache in my muscles. I sank down into the water, letting it lap at my chest, and leaned back, my cock bobbing just below the surface.

I watched the twink's body as he stepped into the hot tub, his cock already hard, the large tip peeking out of the water as he sat down across from me. His eyes were on me, light blue and hungry, and I could see the flush spreading down his chest. He was nervous, I could tell, but there was a determination in his expression that sent a thrill through me.

He reached under the water, his fingers brushing against my foot, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot up my leg. His touch was tentative at first, but it didn't take long for him to grow bolder, his fingers kneading the arch of my foot, a personal favorite spot for me, as he watched me through hooded eyes. An old guy with a big santa belly passed by briefly, and we casually looked in opposite directions, our bodies angled so that above the bubbles it looked like we were just two guys sitting in a hot tub. The entire time, under the water, he continued to massage the arches of my feet.

When we were alone again, he picked up my other foot and repeated the technique. He dug his thumbs in and I felt a glimpse of heaven. I let out a soft groan, my cock twitching in the water, and he smirked, clearly pleased with himself. His thumbs pressed into the sole as he worked his way up to my ankle. The sensation was incredible, a mix of pleasure and anticipation that had me aching for more.

When my foot brushed against his cock, I couldn't hold back from the look of shock on my face. His eyes closed, and I saw the pleasure in his face as he pressed my foot into himself, the arch of my foot rubbing against his large shaft. I imagine the water made the sensation even more intense, the warmth amplifying every touch.

The twink was using my foot to get off, and I was getting a foot rub out of it. I watched in amazement as I allowed my body to be used for such a weird, but interesting purpose. He reached under the water, wrapping his hand around my ankle, and guided my foot along his cock, the pressure firm. His eyes never left mine, and I could see the flush spreading down his chest as he committed further to what we were doing. He moved my foot faster, the sensation driving him wild, as little grunts escaped his lips, and I felt his obscenely heavy cock pulsing against my foot under the hot water.

I needed more.

I surprised myself by deciding in the moment to pounce up and pin him back against the wall of the jacuzzi, his thick cock sticking up out of the water, and I brought my face down to lick the head of his cock. I sucked it like a straw and immediately felt some tasty precum come out into my mouth. I grabbed the shaft and pumped it upward into my mouth, milking even more of his golden delicious boy juice into me. I couldn't fit him inside my mouth without breaking my jaw, but I was determined to try. He groaned every time I completed a lick on the underside of the head of his big cock. He had won this game--he had seduced me into doing something I had never done before. And it was hot.

Failing to adequately blow him, I moved onto something I was more experienced with--eating out. I lifted his light body out of the water and spun him around. I've eaten ass since I came to college, I thought to myself, this just happens to be the first time it's a guy.

Without even looking around to confirm we were still alone, I dove my face between his luscious, perky cheeks and chowed down on his hole. I stuck my tongue out as firmly as I could, and spelled out the ABCs, making him moan and contract his ring repeatedly. I grabbed his cheeks and pressed them onto my face, enjoying how they were distinctly feminine, hairless, lithe, nubile.  

The water rippled around us, the only sound in the locker room the soft slap of my face against his ass and the occasional groan that escaped his lips. My hand found his hips, my fingers digging into his skin as I guided his movements, forcing his ass back onto my tongue faster, harder.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the sauna area room, and I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. The twink's eyes widened, and he quickly pulled his ass away.   We rapidly sat back down in the water, sinking low to hide our firm, outstanding cocks. I did the same, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I tried to calm my racing heart.

A cleaning guy walked past, his cart squeaking as he pushed it down the aisle. He didn't even glance our way, but the moment was enough to break the spell. The tension between us was still there, simmering just beneath the surface, but the interruption had shifted something between us.

The twink's eyes met mine, and I saw the uncertainty in his gaze. I reached under the water, my hand finding his thigh, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. His lips parted slightly, but he didn't say anything, his breath hitching as my fingers traced the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, and moved down past his balls. He sat lower and spread his legs, allowing me between his butt cheeks to find his hole again.

The cleaning guy disappeared around the corner, and the gym's sauna area was quiet once more. The air between us was thick with anticipation, the unspoken promise of what was to come hanging heavy in the air.

My fingers pressed firmly on his hole, and I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "Let's finish what we started."

I stood up in the jacuzzi, and let him watch my firm ass as I headed back to the steam room, which was still clear of any other guys. I threw a towel down and sat my naked ass on it, my big erection sticking up onto my abs. The twink followed me yet again, and in the dim light I could see the silhouette of his giant cock.  

He took a more assertive stance this time, approaching me, waving his big cock in my face as I sat there. I dragged his body down onto me and had him sit on my face--I wanted that hole again. From this angle he had easy access to my ample cock, and just as I inserted my tongue back inside his hole, he quickly engulfed my cock down his throat. My god, it felt magnificent. I instinctively held his head between my thighs, and roughly fucked upward, giving him a good throat fucking and enjoying his tightening throat as he gagged on him. I roughed up his face for a few seconds before I released him from my thighs and let him breathe, while he rapidly tugged on the my now slimy cock. I almost came from that, and made him stop, I sat up to take a breather when he dove back down onto my cock with his mouth, coating me in more of that glorious throat slime he produced, and retching himself on my long shaft.  

A random guy suddenly walked in, and we covered up quickly with our towels, but it was obvious what we were doing. When he got closer to us, through the steam I recognized him as my buddy Jared. We were in the same major and had done lots of projects together. He smirked when he saw it was me, and we nodded at each other. He sat down, a little closer to me than a guy normally would in the steam room, and quickly opened his towel to reveal his trimmed pubes, some low hanging balls, and a thick, hardening cock.

Oh my god,  I thought in my head, this is getting out of control. But, I was excited where this was going.  

When Jared looked right at the twink and started stroking his cock from the base, I got a big smile on my face and grabbed the twink by the back of the head, pushing him back down onto me. He seemed surprised, and even a little scared, but still enthusiastic as he began bobbing up and down on me. When I believed I was slimy enough, I lifted his body and placed him on his back, lifting his legs to see that nice little pink hole again, his superlative cock rock hard and hovering above his abdomen. This time, I aimed my cock right at the hole, briefly looking back at Jared to see him stroking furiously before I pressed forward and got the head of my cock inside the happy little twink. He released a little squeal and tightened up on me, just like the girls I had fucked in the ass before. But, unlike the girls, he quickly loosened up and let me in deeper. His legs hugged me as I started a slow rhythm, and kept spitting down onto my cock. I was lost in the pleasure of the slow deep fuck, when I felt Jared's presence right next to me in the dimly lit steam room.

I expected him to walk up and put his cock in the twink's mouth, but, instead, he started gently rubbing my ass, as if asking if this was ok. Leaning into the new experiences of the day, I arched my back a bit to give him access to my own hole, if that's what he wanted.  

When I felt his tongue invade my hole, shivers went down my body from my head down my spine, then up again from my ass to my chest. I experienced waves of new sensations, like there was another part of the body besides the cock that can experience an orgasm. I could hear the skin slapping of Jared furiously jerking off while he rimmed me, and just as I began to nut inside my little twink toy, I felt Jared press his cock inside me. The shock only amplified my orgasm, and apparently I had loosened up considerably, as I felt him press all the way balls deep and pulse a load into my ass as I did the same to the twink. I was so turned on it felt like my orgasm would last forever, and I grabbed the twink's hefty, fat cock and jerked him to a fast orgasm while looking him in the eye, his load squirting up to his neck while his body tensed up, his mouth hanging open. I spit in his mouth slowly, while Jared wrapped an arm around me and him me tightly onto him, holding my big pecs in his own strong arms.  

When my orgasm subsided, I was suddenly struck with the presence of a cock deep in my ass. The soreness was real, only temporarily masked by my orgasm. Jared held himself deep inside me, barely moving his post orgasm boner back and forth against the load he had just deposited inside me, while I looked down at the smooth boy I had just unloaded into. I got a big smile on my face.

"Welcome to college."