After fucking the tweaker while his cuck watched, I needed a shower to wash off the sweat and sex. I rinsed off in the open showers before getting cruised by a hot muscle stud who I followed in to the adjacent steam room. He was sitting on the top bench at one corner so I sat in the opposite corner. Power move 101: make them come to you, which he did. We started making out for a bit before he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed down for me to suck his dick. “Whoa! I don’t suck dick,” I said as I pulled away.

“Well shit. This is awkward. I don’t either,” he replied. And out of the thick fog came a voice, “I do!” A slight Asian male, probably mid 20s, approached us. He leaned forward and took my new buddy’s cock in his mouth before either of us had time to refuse. We gave each other a “fuck it” shrug and started making out again. The cocksucker alternated between our cocks until we were both hard. Unfortunately, once I was fully hard, he had a serious problem not using his teeth on my cock. He seemed to do a much better job on my buddy though, considering his cock was much thinner than mine. After a while, I could sense that they were having a connection, so I left them to have fun with each other in the steam room. “Hit me up later if you wanna tag team,” my buddy said as I left. “Will do. I’ll be around.” I gave him my room number and showered off again.
I dried off and walked naked to grab a fresh towel. The cool air in the building felt good on my body after the steam and hot shower. I felt the looks from other guys as they watched my cock swing and my ass bounce and it felt good. I hung up my fresh towel next to the jacuzzi and got in. Two guys were already in it, making out and groping each other as I relaxed and enjoyed their show. I watched them for a few minutes until something caught my eye. A college aged guy was walking with purpose down the hallway towards the jacuzzi. He had the face of a twink but his body packed a surprising amount of muscle for his frame. He was the epitome of a twunk. He kept looking behind him and at first, I was confused what he was looking for. Then I saw and knew exactly what was happening. I do not mean to body shame. I do not mean to sound ageist. I believe everyone is attractive to someone. When I refer to someone as ugly, I am not referring to their physical appearance. I am referring to the way they act. So with that clarified… Stomping from behind the twunk was an ugly rotund older man. He was eagerly following the twunk with what could only be described as a poor sense of “reading the audience”. The twunk was trying to distance himself from him but the old man was not picking up on the contextual clues. The twunk headed to the back where the maze of glory holes was located and I knew with one wrong turn, he would be in trouble. The old man continued to pursue him as I stepped out of the jacuzzi, dried off, and wrapped my towel around my waist. As I stepped into the darkness of the maze and gave my eyes a few seconds to adjust, I could hear voices from around the corner in the far end. As I got closer, I could tell the old man had cornered the twunk and was trying to coerce him into something. I followed the voices and found the twunk backed up against the wall so hard, he was practically leaving an imprint.

“Hey,” I called out in a casual tone. The twunk and the old man turned to me. “Sup, dude?” “Mark? That you?” the twunk asked, peering around from where the old man was blocking his exit.
“Uh — ” I thought for a minute. “Uh, yeah. It’s me…Mark. Thought I lost you there. Our room’s ready.” The twunk dipped under the old man’s arm and hurried towards me. He gave me big hug and whispered, “Just play along.”
“Duh,” I replied. “I thought you said you came here on your own?” the old man asked irritated. “Uh, yeah, came here alone, but was meeting up with friends,” the twunk called back to him. “Go go go!” he whispered to me.
“Eager Asian guy in the steam room though if you’re looking for fun,” I called back to the old man as we headed to my room.
“Thanks for the rescue,” the twunk said to me once we were out of earshot of the old man. “I hate being rude but it gets me into those kinda problems way more than it should. That’s what I get for being so passive sometimes.”
“Not a problem. You can hang out in my room as long as you want. I’m not looking for anything, so no pressure.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

When we got to my room, the twunk sat on the bed and I sat beside him.
“You know my name isn’t Mark though, right?” I said to him. The twunk laughed.
“I know. First name that came to mind.”
“Oh really? Then who’s the real Mark?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“You’ll laugh if I tell you. By the way, I’m Lane.”
“Nice to meet you, Lane. Now don’t change the subject. Who’s this ‘Mark’ guy?” I challenged him. Lane sighed.
“He’s this guy in my poli-sci class I have a major crush on. He’s about the same height and build as you. That’s why when I saw your outline in the maze, his name was the first one that came to mind.”
“Well, that and the fact that you have a major crush on him,” I teased. Lane laughed. “Yeah, but he’s young. He’s my age.”
“Rude,” I said, feigning hurt. “I’m 29, kid.”
“No! Didn’t mean it like that. Just meant that he’s youngER.”
“It’s fine. I’m just giving you a hard time.”
“That’s something he’d do too,” he said with a smile. “So what is your name?”
“It can be Mark for tonight if you want,” I joked. Lane swallowed and licked his lips. “Oh really?” I asked him inquisitively.
“What? No. I mean…that’s kinda a weird thing for me to ask you, isn’t it?”
“I’ve heard weirder,” I said and ruffled his shaggy brown hair. It was shaved tight on the sides and long enough on top to be pulled back in a short pony-tale/man-bun. Lane closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention. I looked down and saw his dick starting to get hard under his towel. “Well, before I came to your rescue,” I said jokingly, “I was enjoying the jacuzzi. You want to hang here or join me?”
“Jacuzzi sounds good. I need to chill after all that.”
We headed to the jacuzzi which was now empty. I hung up my towel and stepped in to the water. I sat in the middle of one of the sides of the square-shaped pool and spread my legs and arms wide to the sides. Lane stood there looking slightly nervous.
”You gonna get in? Water’s warm,” I coaxed to him. Lane unwrapped his towel and hung it up, giving me a view of his perfect ass. When he turned around, I noticed that his smooth body had the tight muscle tone of all young muscle studs his age. His cock was average with average size balls that all together looked proportionate to his frame. He walked in to the center of the pool and dipped down until his whole body was under the water. When he emerged, he pulled his hair back and tied it with a hair tie he had on his wrist. The water dripped down his well formed chest, tracing his abs down to his Adonis belt, and drawing the eye to his tightly trimmed pubes. I could see why the old man was so eager to get a taste. Lane sat on the side of the jacuzzi perpendicular to me as we talked. I learned that he was a 19 year old sophomore at Berkeley. Because of his interest in health, he was studying to be a physiotherapist. He and the real-Mark lived in the same dorm on campus and had a couple 101 classes together as freshman. They became friends and Lane would often help Mark with their assignments…and his laundry…and sometimes cleaning. My “faggot-detecting senses” were tingling. Lane was taking the poli-sci class to partially fulfill a general education requirement, but mostly because Mark was in it and Lane wanted to spend more time with him. Lust at first sight. Unfortunately for Lane, since Mark was straight, nothing had ever happened between them, other than Lane sneaking a few glances at Mark in the locker room after they worked out. Supposedly Mark knew that Lane was gay but didn’t have any problems with it.
“So what brought you here tonight then?” I asked Lane.
“I dunno. Just needed to get out, change of scenery, and…you know…”
“Horniness?” He laughed. “Yeah. Horniess.”
“So how’s that working out for you then?” I asked sarcastically.
“Started out kinda rough, but it’s not so bad right now,” he smiled back. His foot accidentally brushed against my leg and he jerked it back.
“Not into human contact?” I asked, testing his comfort levels.
“No, I like it. Just didn’t want to invade your space.”
“Depends on the guy. You? You can invade my space if you want,” I said, rubbing my foot under his leg from his Achilles heel to the back of his knee and back down. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back with the same look of comfort he had given me in the room. When I stopped, he opened his eyes and looked at me questioningly. “So you wouldn’t mind if I sat closer?” he asked with hesitation. I smiled at him and motioned for him to come over as I scooted down. When he stood up, I could see that he was hard. He sat down inches from me. “Someone’s excited,” I said, nodding to his dick.
“Yeah, sorry. All this talk about Mark and your bodies are so similar and all that stuff kinda got me going,” he apologized.
“No need to apologize. We’re men; it happens. Honestly, I’d be offended a little if I didn’t get you hard,” I teased. “So if Mark was here with you, what would you want? What would you say to him?”
“Honestly, I’d want to touch him. I know how that might sound…”
“Dude, no judgments here. So where would you want to touch him?”
“Everywhere!” Lane said with an embarrassed chuckle. I put my hand under the water, took hold of his wrist, and guided him to my cock. “Wow!” he said, squeezing my semi-hard dick. “You’ve got a nice cock. It’s big.”
“Second time I’ve heard that tonight,” I laughed. “You’ve got a great body. How often you work out?” We talked for a bit about workout routines and nutrition as he continued to play with my cock under the water. After a while, I stood up to expose myself to the cool air a little. I stood in front of him and stretched both arms up, the lights from the jacuzzi under-lighting my muscles and causing Lane to lose his concentration. I grabbed my cock and squeezed precum onto my fingers so I could taste it.
“Mmm. Tangy,” I remarked. “You want to try some?” Lane could not speak, but nodded eagerly as he watched me squeeze more onto my fingers and bring them to his mouth. He eagerly savored the flavor as he sucked my fingers clean.
“If I was Mark, what would you want to do?” I asked.
”Suck his dick.”
“Then what’s holding you back,” I asked as I put my hand on the back of his head. I didn’t have to guide him as he leaned forward on his own and took my cock into his mouth. His eyes closed as he focused on just the head and an inch of the shaft as he moaned from the flavor of my freely flowing precum. I looked around and saw that an audience had begun to gather to watch one muscle stud suck another muscle stud. Among the audience was the old man who was rubbing his nubby dick. I wasn’t the only one who noticed as Lane had opened his eyes and was becoming visibly uncomfortable. I pulled him up to stand and kissed him on the mouth, tasting my precum and his saliva.
“You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, okay?” I said to him.
Lane nodded.
“You want to head to somewhere more private?”
Land nodded again.
“Okay, show’s over,” I said, waving to the crowd as we stepped out of the jacuzzi.