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There's a tradition in rural Alaska that started as a Native tradition, called a Steam. People will ask, "Are you going to build a steam?" or "Have you taken a steam recently?" A steam is basically a sauna, a small closet like room either attached to your house, or built in a shed outside. The first time I took a steam was shortly after I'd moved to southwest Alaska. In our town of just over 2,000, it's surprising how many people have their own steams. I was invited by a neighboring family to participate, and while the heat was nice, the family experience, including three children, was more than I could tolerate. Everyone got into the steam with shorts and T-shirts, but one family member told me confidentially that an authentic steam was taken in the nude. The point was that with children involved, they just wouldn't do it that way. Well, I decided that to have an authentic steam experience, I was going to have to build my own. The local lumber yard sold kits to attach to your home to make steams, and the price was reasonable. It took me a long weekend to build my steam, and when I was finished, I was able to enjoy the therapeutic heat, without clothes, in great solitude. It was wonderful. Shortly after I finished my steam, I met the new assistant manager at the bank I worked at. Our branch was often used as a stepping stone for people who are advancing in the company, and Darryl was no exception. He was about 35, and had an MBA from some college in California. He was definitely on the fast track upward in the company, and would consider our town just a stop over on his upward journey. Well, since I lived in a home owned by the bank, and since it was rent free, and since it was also quite large, it was understood that Darryl would also live in the house. The day he arrived, I knew it would work out just fine. He didn't know it yet, but we were going to become friends, companions and lovers. It wouldn't take long, and maybe even on his first night here, we would seal our relationship in the steam. I was assigned to pick Darryl up at the airport. I took the bank car, and headed out a few minutes before the plane was to arrive. Of course, often there are only one or two people who arrive on the incoming flights, so it wasn't too difficult to figure out which passenger was Darryl. He was described to me by some of the women at our main bank in Anchorage as tall, dark and handsome. I sometimes wondered what those horny women used for standards! Anyway, when the passengers started coming in, I could tell right away which one was Darryl. He was indeed tall, dark, and very handsome. In a way he resembled a young Al Pacino, only his facial features were sharper, and he was considerably taller. He had a sport parka on, and he came in with a lot of energy and enthusiasm. "You must be Darryl," I said, extending a hand. "Welcome." He grabbed my hand with a strong, exuberant grip, and I could tell that his long fingers were strong. He may have had an MBA, but he resembled a football player in physical stature. Still, he was enthusiastic, but not overwhelming. "Hey, I'm glad to be here," he said smiling. His whole face lit up when he spoke, and I realized the maybe the standards at the home office had changed! We picked up his luggage, and went to the bank. For the rest of the day I basically introduced Darryl around to people at work, to the customers who came in, and drove him around town, pointing out the places of interest. I didn't really have much time with only him, but knew that by 6:30 PM we'd be home and could start getting to know each other better. Since Darryl's car had not yet arrived, it was determined that I would drive him home. He got in the car after a long day and said, "Wow, what a day. I am so tired, and I hardly worked today at all." "I know what you mean. Maybe the traveling caught up with you," I said. Then I added, "Hey, we can take a steam tonight, and that will both relax you and refresh you." "Take a steam?" he asked, innocently. "Oh, I forgot that you are a Cheechako," I said laughing, "A what?" he asked. "A Cheechako.....a newcomer to Alaska!" I said, acting a little smug. "A steam is like a sauna. Hot, steamy, and relaxing. We have one at the house now." We arrived home and unloaded Darryl's stuff. I helped him get it in to his bedroom, which was the larger one, with the king sized bed. He looked around the house, checking out the books, tapes, CDs and other stuff on the shelves. He paused with interest, fingering some of the videos with unusual titles. I think he knew they were X-rated, but didn't ask me anything. We'd get into those later. I had been able to get some sandwiches together quickly, and served Darryl in the dining room. We washed them down with icy cold beers, and each took another one into the living room. Darryl sat in the recliner and leaned it back. His long legs extended over the footrest, and I noticed that he had unbuttoned his dress shirt all the way down. I could see smooth skin and good definition in the abs and pecs under his shirt, and wondered what our relationship would be like. "So what does someone do in this little place for excitement?" he asked innocently. "Well, I think you have to make your own excitement, if you know what I mean," I replied. "Hmmm, I'm not sure what you mean," Darryl said innocently. I moved over near him and took his hand in my hand. His fingers were long, solid, and well worked. The backs of his hands revealed hard veins and not much hair. In fact, his arms were smooth. I ran my hands up his arms, and said, "You might be surprised how original we can be here." His other hand eased down to his crotch, and for the first time I realized that he had unsnapped his slacks. In fact, the head of his dick was peeking out over the zipper. He was ready, and so was I. But I didn't want to move it along too fast. "So what do you think? Are you ready for a steam?" I asked, knowing he was new to Alaska, and new to our town. "I stoked the fire when I got home. It should be just about ready now." "Lead the way," he responded. "Just one thing first," I said. "True steams are taken without any clothes, towels, or anything else to deter the therapeutic effects of the hot, steamy air." "Well, I'm game, if you are," Darryl quipped. I stripped to my birthday suit, my hot, hard dick shooting out its full length, which may well have been a surprise to him. Hey, I'm well endowed, and proud of it. He may have been shocked, but hell, why not start things out on the right foot, after all. We were going to be living together for at least a year, so we might as well get the formalities out of the way. "Say, you sure are hung. What can you do with that thing?" He asked. "Just wait, and you'll find out. Now it's your turn. Get those duds off so we can get to the steam." He slipped his wool trousers down, and a tiny pair of bikini briefs were straining against the hardness his cock had developed. I don't know what he was in such awe about looking at me. His was long, thick, and harder than mine at the moment. He placed his pants neatly over the chair back, slipped off his shirt, and turned back around. He had runners legs, long and muscular, and a well defined stomach, long and lean. It rose to form a sharp V from his waist to his shoulders, which were broader than they appeared when he was dressed. Like I said, a football player, for sure. His chest and shoulders were slick and clean shaven. What a beautiful body. "Right this way," I said, as I led him through the kitchen, to the back door, which led directly into the steam. We entered and were slapped with hot, steamy air. I was tempted to turn it down, but I knew it would cool off too quickly. Darryl sat on the top bench, closed his eyes, and looked like he was letting the pains and worries of the day slip out one at a time. I simply stared at my new roommate, and got harder and harder as I fantasized about what we could do together. The heat made his balls hang low, and his dick had softened, and was hanging a good ten inches below the seat of the bench. All of a sudden he opened his eyes and looked directly at me. "I want to give you a blow job," he said definitely. "Have at it, man!" Slowly, Darryl lifted his lanky, long body up. When he stood, I could see even better how his balls were hanging low in the heat, and his dick draping over. Wow, was he ever hung! I knew that I'd be loving that huge piece of man meat in my mouth, ass, hand, anywhere I could place it. He ambled over to where I was sitting, knelt down on the floor, and cupped my balls in his hands. He gently massaged them, working them around and around. My dick was already hard and ready, and he didn't have to do much to prepare me. His thick, moist lips engulfed the head of my dick and he sucked hard, just on the tip. It was like placing the helmet of my cock in a vacuum hose and turning it on. I thought he was stuck, but then his tongue started working overtime. I worked my fingers through his jet black, tightly curled hair, guiding his head up and down over my cock. Before long he was going up and down over the entire ten inches, getting it all in, and loving every minute of it. As my balls filled with man juice, I tried hard to keep from shooting, but finally gave it up. I blasted the inside of his mouth with salty white cum. He pulled away and a few drops were trickling down from his grinning face. He stood right in front of me, and his huge dick brushed against my chin. Now it was his turn. I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him in gratefully. He rocked back and forth with such abandon, that I was sure he would explode in seconds. He did, and man was it ever a rush. He just kept spurting and spurting for what seemed like hours. When I finally let him pull his dick out, after I'd made sure I got every drop, I looked up to see his gorgeous, hard face. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked. I could see that his face had turned beet red and that he was sweating from head to toe. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just let me catch my breath. I guess I'm not used to such strenuous activity in a steam. God, is this great!" He sat down hard next to me, and I could tell his muscles were relaxing. Even his penis had shrunk some, but I was about to rectify that! "Roll over, and I'll massage your back," I told him. He did. I began with the muscles of the neck, and shoulders. His deltoid muscles were tight, and well defined. He obviously had worked out, probably nearly every day of his life, and now the only workout was going to be me! I poured hot oil, which I kept under the bench, down the center of his back. He flinched a little when it first touched his back, but gave in to the pleasure. My hands quickly got to the cheeks of his ass, hard as they were. With my palms I was able to manipulate his gluteus maximus until I could see the rim of his anus. This was where I was headed. As if he knew, Darryl shifted his body weight, and pulled up his legs. This made it easier for me to massage his ass hole, to prepare it for my entry. My rod was raging again, and I was ready, but he wasn't. Expertly I placed first my index finger, then my middle finger, and finally my thumb into his anus. It was expanding just as I knew it would. There was some experience here, and I was going to make it more experienced. "Darryl, reach down there in the drawer and hand me a condom, please," I said. He did with little or no effort. I quickly tore open the pack and pulled the latex sheath over my throbbing appendage. The pre cum lubricated it, so that the tightness eased over the rock hard skin. Darryl's rim was ready, and in went my cock with little trouble. The sweat of our bodies from the steam made it easy to slide into a great rhythm. Back and forth, in and out. I liked to push in as far as I could and then pull out almost to the point of coming out, but not quite. And, I like to take it slow. All the way in, all the way out. Darryl got the pattern right away, and each time I went in he let out a long, deep "Ohhhh." The last inward stroke for me was the deepest. I knew I was about to erupt, spewing cum into that constricted space. His last "Ohhh" was particularly long and deep, and I could see from where I was that his own cock was once more ballooning. I twitched and shot off my second wad of the night. Lingering deep in his ass, I contemplated this new roommate of mine. Wow, was this ever going to be a great year. Darryl pulled away before I wanted to pull out, but he was more than ready to get his turn fucking. My ass is always ready, especially when I'm sexercising in the steam! Darryl pushed me back, spread my legs, and placed his head down into my crotch. The thought occurred to me that he was going for another blow job, but when I could feel his curly hair on the underside of my balls, I knew better. Darryl's long, thick tongue rimmed the surface of my asshole, as I lifted my legs to let him in. He could see that I was more than ready and I could see that he was. Condom in hand, I eased it on his rough and ready club, and relaxed as I watched him work. I love it when a guy tries to enter from the front, and while it might be easier from the rear, both can have the pleasure in a frontal fuck! Darryl's huge shaft went easily into my stretched man hole, and he was soon working his hips back and forth. I loved looking up at his face, watching his abs flex, seeing how his nipples were hard and erect. Before I knew it he was off, seizing up with all of his musculature, and then collapsing right on top of me. "Hey," I whispered into his ear, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Better than I have ever been, I think" We lay there simply joined at the bottom, wet, musky bodies on top of one another, waiting for Darryl's heart rate to come down. Finally he raised up and sat up. I lifted myself, and leaned against the wall. He was sitting with his head hanging down, looking a little guilty. "Hey, what's up?" I asked. "Well," he started slowly, "I want you to know this is a first for me." I thought he was referring to the steam. "Hey, I know, but you couldn't be expected to know what everything is in a new place." He looked at me quizzically and then a big grin came over his face. "I'm not talking about the steam, you idiot. I'm talking about fucking a man. I'm talking about great sex with someone who I've just met, who is also the same sex. I'm talking about blow jobs and hand jobs and rim shots, and the whole thing that I've never done before in my life." "Oh. You mean you were a virgin to the pleasures of male bonding? So how did you like it?" "Are you kidding? It was the greatest. And, it answers a lot of the questions I've had about my own life and my own body and my own preferences. In fact, it is the answer, as far as I can see." We sat in silence for a long time. The steam was just surrounding us and carrying our thoughts to places other than here. When I noticed Darryl had another erection, I gave him a slow hand job that sent him into more pleasant convulsions. He reciprocated on my man shaft, We finally went in and decided we'd share the king size bed. After all, there was plenty of room, and since we were going to be roommates, we might as well get used to sharing things!