Letting Off Steam
By: Food For Bears (a.k.a. Wyndryders)

"Just find yourself somewhere to sit and relax - you'll be feeling better in no time"

David grinned, a little uncertainly, and nodded his head. The spa-attendant was looking at him so oddly, almost as if he were a piece of meat. He supposed that was to be expected, considering where he was - but it's unnerving. Perhaps he'd get used to it in time.

He walked down the hallway, towards the steam room, the towel rubbing deliciously against the front of his dick - which, he noticed, was slowly starting to respond. Never having been to a sex- spa before, and not really quite sure what to expect, the anticipation was driving the back of his mind wild. What better way to spend a lazy Tuesday afternoon?

He approached the entrance to the Spauna, as the establishment was named - combination sauna and steam room. White, thick steam poured out of the open doorway, rolling past his naked feet in slow, heavy waves. The bright light made it impossible to see anything behind .. but his ears picked up.. slurping? And was that the sound of groaning? The specific type of groaning that only a man in climax might feel? Someone must be getting sucked off in there... He felt his dick spring to attention, meaty and hard, and quickly removed his cotton towel, putting it on a pile with six or so others. Plenty of playmates in there, yes there were.

David stepped into the room.

At first he couldn't see anything - the steam was too thick, the lights too bright - it made him feel as if he were walking through some kind of thick cloud. Like flying. Except he could feel the ground, warm and wet, concrete, under his feet. For a moment he thought he saw something - a long, lean thigh. But it was nothing - just a figment of his imagination. He noticed the slurping sounds had stopped. So had the groaning. All he could hear was his own breathing, his heart pumping, rapidly in his chest, and the sound of steam, hissing into the room. All of a sudden he felt very alone - and very scared - something was wrong. Where was everyone?? He turned to go - and walked face first into the chest of a very tall, a very broad, a very beefy, handsome fellow.

The fellow looked down at him and smiled a wide, toothy smile. "Hi. I'm Grant - you here to play?"

David nodded, weakly. Embarrassed that he responded so freakily to being alone for a few moments, he looked down, away from Grant's eyes, to his chest. Two huge swathes of muscle lapped over the man's broad skeleton.'

They were juicy, enticing, wet with perspiration- each was capped with a brown, soft nipple about the size of a half-dollar. Grant had folded his arms (thick, strong, sinewy arms) across his chest, and was looking at him - as if expecting him to say something. He looked back down to his belly (soft but firm, six-packs glistening with water from the steam, begging to be licked, touched) He had to say something - didn't want to look like a complete doofus - "David!"

"David... that's your name?" Grant unfolded his arms, clasping his hands behind his back, thrusting his hips forward suggestively. The steam was thick enough that neither of the two men could see each other's packages - but David could see something heavy and dark swinging in the shadows between Grant's legs. He nodded again, his eyes transfixed on that mysterious pendulum. He looked up again, Grant was smiling again, his lips curled back in a sneer. "Go on boy - touch me."

David reached out and placed his hand on Grant's chest, sliding it easily over the sweaty, steamy skin. His rough hand slid over a sensitive nipple, and Grant rolled his head back, eyes closed. David's erection shot up immediately. He let his hand rest there, feeling the soft, giving sponginess of the bigger man's chest, massaging it with soft, circular strokes. He felt Grant's nipple harden under his touch, like a cookie, raising in the oven. Such a treat.

Grant reached up and took David's hand - he slid it down his chest, stopping at his stomach. David was right, though firm, Grant's belly was soft to the touch, the hairs that peppered it damp with moisture. David tickled the stud's belly for a moment, eliciting a deep rumble from inside. Someone was hungry.

Grant smiled again, mischievousness in his eyes. "Haven't eaten in a while. Guess it's time to fill up, huh?" He smiled again, wide, and David smiled back. Grant looked him over carefully - short, and thin, David looked to be fresh out of high school. He had a thin build - lean, smooth - like a snake. Lithe came to mind. His lips are what held his attention - full, and pouty. God he'd love to feel them on his cock, sucking him, rubbing along his shaft. He wanted to feel David, too, sliding down his throat, rubbing against the back of his mouth, resting on his tongue. David smiled - such an innocent smile - strange to find someone like him in a seedy place like this.

"I got something that might fill you up, buddy." David reached down and slid a loose fist over his hardened cock, the head turning red as blood rushed through it.

"Oh yeah?" Grant reached down and replaced David's hand with his own, his fingers slipping easily over the gleaming cock-flesh. He felt it surge in his hand, long, meaty, and firm. He squeezed it, as one might squeeze a cantaloupe to see if it was fresh, and watched the head pulse. Yes, he would savor this one.

He lowered, kneeling, his knees resting on the moist, spongy ground. David watched silently as Grant crouched in front of his jutting erection, thoughts racing through his mind - he'd never done it like this, in this kind of place ( so public! ) before.

Thoughts of being found, however, were banished when Grant mouthed along the side of his length. Most people had a bit of trouble getting the whole thing in; it was hefty enough that a most of his former lovers would have to resort to a hand-job. But Grant seemed to be doing fine with it - he must be a pro.

Grant relished the sweet, musky taste of David's prick. He could take it all now, if he wanted - but he liked to tease. Get a big load ready before he finished him off. He curled his tongue tightly around the younger man's pride, twanging against the sensitive web of flesh nestled under every man's cock-head. David jerked his hands up, clapping them against his nipples as Grant slid his tongue back and forth, around his dick.

He was amazed at the length of Grant's tongue; it coiled and twisted like a fleshy ribbon, and it was all David could do not to come right there. Grant took a light hold of David's fuzzy nuts and pulled them gently away from his body, and engulfed just the head of his meaty shaft with his firm lips. David stuttered and groaned, letting his head roll back, steam, warm and soft, rolling over his body.

Grant softly suckled, down below, his face a mask of concentration, his lips and tongue moving silently and in rhythm. He felt like he was sucking on a baseball - and that was just the head. He could only imagine what the rest of him would taste like. But first, a sample.

David grunted, all of his being centered on the few inches of flesh resting inside Grant's mouth - he felt the light probing of Grant's second tongue as it prodded it's way down in through his piss- slit, and lost it. His balls pulled upwards against the warm firmness of Grant's tongue, slipping out of their grasp - his head lurched back and his hips lurched forward, his hands holding onto the back of Grant's head and pushing it, easily, which was what was surprising, down to his thatch of pubes.

His tongue massaged the balls up against their hideaway as they jumped, and thick, warm, gooey cum jetted thickly against the back of his mouth, clogging, almost choking him as it roared down his gullet - he was surprised, he had not expected this much cum from such a small body, but it was easy (so easy) to take it down into his stomach... more... another load... and another? He withdrew, the cock slick against his rough tongue as it splurted another batch of jism, the flavor sticky-salty-sweet.. and curiously familiar. The cock pulled back from his mouth and was gone, leaving Grant sitting there, pondering this mysterious taste in his mouth... until he got slapped on the cheek with a thick oozy cock. He snapped out, looking up at the cocky-grin on David's face.

"Gotcha..." Grant almost grinned. David would see who had who in a moment.

"Your turn," he replied, "unless, of course, you're *tired*?" He couldn't help it. Nobody hit him with their dick, especially not some kid with balls that squirted sugar-water.

David snickered. "Oh, no.. I think you're going to taste yummy. Let's see whatcha got, big boy.." He pulled Grant to his feet, noticing how slick Grant's skin was - he must have been in for a while, based on how hard he was sweating - sweat adds to the flavor though. David reached down, trailing his hand across Grant's slippery abs to his damp pubic hair, his fingers slipping and forming a V around his log. "Oh yes - just perfect.. this will be a pleasure."

Grant put his hands on David's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. "Prove it."

David lowered himself gratefully down, his eyes able to focus on the long and slender member resting hot and heavy in his hands. He slurped on it, licking and strapping at just the head with powerful strokes, his tongue rough and smooth at the same time, eliciting moans of uncontrollable pleasure from Grant. Grant leaned his head back, the taste of David strong as ever in his mouth - his throat... it coated his tongue in a fine film, tingling against his taste buds. He felt the steam coaxing the steam out of his skin, the lapping at his cock and the heat of the sauna quickly driving him closer to the edge then he would have expected... inside his belly, David's cum had already begun seeping into his bloodstream, fueling Grant with a horniness he had never felt before - every part of his body wanted to cum. Every cell strained for relief.

Gently, down below, David swallowed the whole cock, licking it clean of the glistening, jelly-like sweat that was oozing out of Grant's body – sucking deeply, he concentrated, the blackness in the back of his mind shooting forward and through his mouth, sending an electrical ZAP! through Grant's cock, into his body. Immediately he orgasmed - intensely. All over his body, ever skin cell, oozing with sweat, spouted, erupting into it's own little fountain of cum. To Grant it felt like he was one huge orgasming penis, feeling it race like wildfire from one cell to another as he was slowly engulfed in the gooey jizz from his cells. The ooze, reacting with the air, began to harden. Down below, David continued to lap and suckle on Grant's erection, keeping it clean of the shell that surrounded the rest of his body. When Grant's orgasm finally died away, he found himself stiff - in more than one way - and unable to move. He couldn't see anything but a opalescent haze... he was a living statue, cast in marbleized jism.

David smiled, looking at the statue of the man at the peak of his being, every muscle defined in it's tense moment, the whole of his being defined in what might look like wax, but much firmer. The only part not covered was Grant's erection, which all through his orgasm had not spilled a single drop. It stood, puffed out, as if straining against the fate that the rest of Grant's body had succumbed to - David grinned and got back down on his knees, tugging lightly on the dick that pulsed urgently between crystalline legs.

"Now, my friend, is the fun part."

Lowering his lips to the turgid head, he licked at the tip, milking the shaft with his hand - already the rest of Grant's body was dissolving inside his candy-shell, fat, bone, and muscle alike melting into a creamy white mixture that to the naked eye looked like... well... some would call it "man- juice". A thick strand of gelled cum extended itself from the piss-slit in Grant's cock, like the red bit of an olive, and David slurped it up like spaghetti.

Grant, trapped as he was in his own semen, could still feel every bit of pressure on his cock - he'd groan if he could, but that was of course impossible. As Grant continued to suckle, a slow, steady trickle of goo began to flow out the end of Grant's cock, swallowed down greedily by David's voracious mouth.

Grant was in heaven, and hell. He could feel every nerve ending tingle as it slipped, tickling along the inside of his softened penis as it slid out... he felt like he was slipping out of the shell, and indeed he was, as the mush that was his body was slurped up.

The stream of jizz flowing from the end of Grant's dick began to pick up speed as the rest of Grant melted, the urethra and spitting out more and more of it's former owner's condensed body. In about five minutes, the last of Grant's consciousness passed between David's sticky lips, leaving a beautiful, crystallized sculpture... and a cock. Or rather, the skin of a cock - the inside having been hollowed out by the secret formula that had done his dirty work to the rest of Grant.

His own erection having returned, David slipped the sleeve of Grant's dick over his own, moaning as the nerves left in the skin melded with his own, the skin stretching and forming a tight glove over his own, like a condom.

Or a second skin.

Grinning, David stepped into the steam of the sauna, leaving an anatomically lacking decoration as the only trace of the encounter.

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