My days were a bit of a blur. I had experienced more in the past few weeks in that good old dorm than I would have ever imagined. It was such a rush exploring my sexuality with Tom. And I was far from finished!
I found myself walking around in a perpetual semi hard state from the flashbacks of Tom's hard cock, and the showers of cum I had received from giving my first blowjob to Jack. It was during one of these states that I encountered my next adventure.
I had been making the rounds as an RA in the small dorm when I saw two guys laughing coming out of the bathroom.
"What's up guys?" I asked with my friendly smile.
"Dude, it's steam room night," answered Bill with a grin.
Now, let me explain how things were back then in the dorm. We had small rooms with a sink, closet, desks, and beds. But the restrooms and showers were down the hall in a communal room. Each bathroom served fifteen rooms. The stalls, urinals, and sinks were on one side, with a doorway leading to the shower stalls. We had six stalls in each shower - with tile dividers between each stall. But no curtains. It was no big deal, we saw each other naked as we went in and out of the stalls. No one ever thought anything about it.
The thing that these guys had figured out was that if you hung a sheet over the doorway to the showers, you could turn on the hot water and it would transform the room into a sauna. Technically it was probably against the rules, but only if your RA made a fuss, and I was the RA, so what the hell!
I had heard about the steam room nights, but had never joined in. Why not? I decided to grab my towel and check it out.
I walked into the bathroom and heard the voices behind the sheet. Bill's deep voice was relating a story about this crazy girl on the dance floor. I was wearing only a towel, and I pulled back the sheet to be greeted with a billow of steam from the room. It wa so thick that it blinded me.
"Joe!" called a voice. "Glad you could join us."
"Um, thanks," I stammered trying to make out anything in the thick, white steam.
"Better leave the towel outside unless you want it to get soaked," came a familiar voice.
I hung my towel on a hook outside the room, and reentered totally naked. I turned to see Tom sitting in a folding chair in the hazy steam. He smiled up at me as if he were totally relaxed. Judging by the sight of his loose balls draped over the side of the seat, I figured he was indeed relaxed!
Bill was also seated in a chair, totally spread eagle as the steam enveloped his body. As I entered, one guy stood up, "Hey man, you can have my chair. I'm gonna crash."
Thanking him, I took his seat which was conveniently next to Tom.
We were all seated along the wall opposite the showers. Only three were running with scalding hot water, which immediately turned to steam. The shower in the middle was running cold, and was presently occupied by Gus, the guy who gave me his seat. This was the cool down stall, necessary due to the incredible heat generated by the steam. It was much more intense than any sauna I had ever been in.
I sat looking discretely at Gus as he showered in front of us. He was a bit chubby, with dark pubic hair rolling around his thick, limp penis. I am always appreciative of the sight of any dick however, and I studied his as he stood rinsing his hair. It was much too hairy for my taste, but I enjoyed watching it swing as the water cascaded down his nude body.
This was a unique situation, I realized. Unlike the normal showers, here we were able - as much as possible with the steam - to see each other naked in a shower. Normally, guys had their back turned as they washed, or were hurrying out to retrieve towels. But now guys were unabashedly nude, and we were seated facing them as they stood in the cool water.
I glanced at Tom, seeing him watching me for my reaction. I grinned a knowing smile at him and flashed a thumb's up at the situation.
He laughed and held up six fingers, rating Gus on a scale of ten. I smiled, and held up seven fingers. He had a nice dick!
We laughed and sat back to relax. Soon Gus exited, and Bill stood up to cool off in the center shower. I could not see to the left of the room beyond Tom. In fact I could barely see Tom, there was so much heavy steam coming from that side.
It was an otherworldly experience, all the steam and murmuring voices. Occasionally I could hear someone else in the room, at other times the steam seemed to take away both vision and sound. It was very relaxing and I just lay back naked and enjoyed the sensation. I closed my eyes and wondered if any of the guys were watching me.
"Did you guys catch the Bears game last week?" Bill asked. He continued to drone on about the season, and how good the team was doing.
I opened my eyes to look at Bill's body in the cold shower stall. Bill had a farmer's tan, with dark arms up to the point where his t-shirt covered his chest. There he was pale as a ghost. His dick was hanging limply between his legs. It was long and lean, but swung with a mesmerizing motion. It was like a hypnotist's watch, and it held my gaze.
I glanced at Tom, but could hardly see him through the building steam. I felt myself growing erect and had a bit of panic. I certainly didn't want to be the guy with a hard on in the showers!
Just then I felt a hand on my cock!
Bill was going on about the football season, and someone was stroking my dick! I knew it had to be Tom, and I marvelled at his boldness! It felt great, his hand lightly stroking my hardening dick as I sat back in the steam. I glanced up at Bill in the cold shower and focused on his cock, appearing in and out of the mist.
