Steamy Men Novels & Stories

That realization only made me want to mark her as mine. My fingers had slipped into her underwear and unable to free away from my grip, she submitted herself. Then, she bit on her bottom lip. I knew exactly how the female anatomy worked. I had touched and pleased half the women in my Kingdom. I heard that people called men like me “manwhores”. But if they took a trip down to my Red room, they might call me a monster then. However, it didn't matter for I knew how to make a woman scream my name. Most men didn't know how to satisfy a lady, and make them yearning for more.

Tim pointed under the tables and said that I could always find students on their hands and knees showing staff members their appreciation. He then showed me to the sauna and steam rooms, and I finally got a glimpse of the gay utopia Tim had described. In the steam room, I found two young men in a 69 position on a tiled up-raised bench, as several other students sat close by naked, relaxing, and talking like it was the most natural thing in the world. In the sauna, I saw two older men spit-roasting a student. The student looked like he was in heaven and I bet he was. The three of them were all covered in sweat and the staff members were giving the student a fucking that p**n stars would appla

Sauna Inferno Chapter 2 Jake kept stroking his cock slow and steady. His hand slid up and down that thick shaft while he stared right at mine. The steam made everything feel heavier. Sweat rolled down his chest in thick lines and dripped off the tip of his dick. My own hand moved faster now. I squeezed the head every time I reached the top and felt more pre-cum leak out hot and sticky. The wet sounds of our fists filled the tiny sauna. Slap slap slap mixed with our heavy breathing.

“I want to hear exactly what you wrote.” Daniel let out a low whistle. “Damn. You’re into voyeurism now?” “Read, Daniel.” The command, low and unyielding, went straight to his cock. He flipped the book open, skimming the messy handwriting. His smirk slipped. “Fine,” he muttered. “Entry one. Monday night. P**n. Two guys going at it, rough, spit everywhere. Got off in like five minutes.” He glanced up. “Happy?” “Keep going.” Daniel swallowed. “Entry two. Tuesday. Tried to watch something softer. Kissing, slow grinding. Got hard, but halfway through… nothing. Dick just died.” His throat tightened. “Had to switch back to rough stuff to finish.”

One cock in my ass, burning and stretching. Two cocks in my hands, pulsing as I stroked them. Five men at once, using me, groaning their hunger, their bodies claiming every inch of me. The air reeked of sweat, sex, and cream. My body was slick, covered in spit, cum, wine, and my own mess. The smacking of flesh echoed through the chamber, the wet squelch of my pussy stuffed full, the guttural growls of men losing control.

The stranger's eyes were locked on her hand as she began pleasuring herself in earnest. Her middle finger circled her clit, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. The man pushed his boxers down, freeing his hard cock. Mia's mouth watered at the sight of him — thick, long, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking slowly while watching her touch herself. Mia slid two fingers inside her pussy, moaning at the sensation. She worked them in and out, her thumb continuing to circle her clit.

He would be in his late 50s, 6'1" or taller, with broad shoulders and massive thighs. I dreamed that his cock would be big and hard, that he would grab my head, place it in my mouth, and tell me what to do. I always came a lot thinking about this. As soon as I was done, I would tell myself I had to stop thinking about being a cocksucker. Straight men don't suck cock. Not long after I started stroking to these thoughts, I found myself going through the hephlist of M2M ads and reading about guys looking for sex with other men. Most of the ads were from guys who wanted to suck or be fucked, but every now and then an ad would appear from a man looking for a younger guy to service him. I would re

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 2 Oh my god… I can’t believe this is really happening. My body is still trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life. Dean’s mouth my stepfather’s mouth just made me come so hard I saw stars. My pussy is still pulsing, dripping wetter than ever, and instead of feeling guilty, all I feel is desperate need for more. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, touching myself in secret while imagining his hands, his tongue, his cock… and now he’s here, looking at me like he wants to devour me completely.

His warm mouth engulfs the head, and he takes me down inch by inch until the whole thing is buried inside him. We work our mouths in tandem, our tongues gliding over each other, our moans muffled by the hard cocks between our lips. We lick and slurp and suck like there’s no tomorrow, the wet sounds echoing through the steamy room. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and we slide against each other like two giant, slippery eels. I leak a constant stream of precum, which Diesel eagerly swallows. His Adam’s apple works overtime, and his stubbled chin glistens with my fluids. He must be loving the taste, judging by the way his cock is throbbing in my mouth.

The steamy air of the sauna enveloped Professor De as he cautiously entered the room, his eyes darting around the space filled with half-naked men relaxing on the wooden benches. De, a tall and lean man in his early thirties, was known for his intellect and handsome features, but he harbored a secret – he was a closeted gay man who longed to peek at the bulges of his fellow gym-goers.