Chapter 2: Building Tension
"It seems like there's nothing we won't try." As he spoke, his fingers traced along Mitch's thigh, his heart pounding as he thought about the possibilities that lay ahead. "Maybe we should take advantage of this moment. We might not ever get another chance in such a beautiful place."
Mitch couldn't help but agree. "I love how spontaneous and fearless you are," he whispered, placing a tender kiss on Shalem's cheek. "But what if someone comes in?
" Mitch asked, his voice betraying a hint of concern. He wasn't worried about judgement or rejection; instead, he feared the unknown. What good would come from stifling his desires because fear of discovery? It wasn't worth it. But he didn't want to rush into anything without discussing it first.
"What if they do?" Shalem countered, smiling broadly. "Think about it. Imagine some lucky guy catching us mid-act. Wouldn't that be hot?"
Mitch swallowed hard, licking his dry lips.
" Mitch asked, his voice betraying a hint of concern. He wasn't worried about judgement or rejection; instead, he feared the unknown. What good would come from stifling his desires because fear of discovery? It wasn't worth it. But he didn't want to rush into anything without discussing it first.
"What if they do?" Shalem countered, smiling broadly. "Think about it. Imagine some lucky guy catching us mid-act. Wouldn't that be hot?"
Mitch swallowed hard, licking his dry lips.
"Well, I never imagined myself as a voyeur, but when you put it that way..." The idea of strangers spying on them excited him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his cock twitching beneath his shorts.
The thought of having an audience made him even hornier. "What if he gets off?" Mitch mused, running his fingers lightly down Shalem's arm. "What if he decides to join in?"
Shalem turned to Mitch, his eyes wide with surprise. "Really? You'd be okay with that?"
A devilish grin spread across Mitch's face. "I've always wanted to see you get fucked by someone else." He paused briefly, his heart skipping a beat.
"But you'd enjoy it, wouldn't you? You'd let him fuck you bareback as long as I'm here to watch."
Shalem gulped, his throat suddenly parched. The thought of a stranger joining them was arousing yet intimidating. He knew he'd be nervous, but the thrill of the unknown sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Are you really ready for me to do that?"
Mitch nodded, his eyes locked onto Shalem's.
"If you're willing to do this, then yes. I'm ready." He reached out and cupped Shalem's chin, his thumb caressing his lower lip. "I promise to be gentle, but I also want to see you struggle."
Shalem's mouth went dry, his heart pounding wildly against his chest. He swallowed hard, nodding slightly. "I've always dreamed of being dominated by someone... someone rough and demanding." The thought of being taken by force aroused him beyond reason.
As much as he loved Mitch, the idea of being dominated by an uncaring stranger who would use him however he pleased thrilled him. He nodded, his voice trembling. "Okay, I'm in. Let's give this guy a show he'll never forget."
Mitch grinned wickedly, his pulse racing with anticipation. He reached out and unbuttoned Shalem's shirt, expertly peeling it away from his chiseled torso. Shalem moaned softly, his breathing growing shallower as Mitch's lips descended towards his neck.
The sensation of Mitch's warm breath tickling his collarbone sent goosebumps rippling up his spine. He arched his back, relishing the feeling of Mitch's powerful hands cupping his bare ass, pulling him closer.
"You look incredible," Mitch whispered, planting light kisses along Shalem's jawline. "Just seeing you like this makes me so horny."
Shalem chuckled nervously, shifting uneasily. The were both standing naked in the steam, Mitch pressed the button for thicker fog until they couldn't see anything in the room.
Then he grabbed Shalem and pinned him against the wall, pressing his body tightly against his.
His eyes roamed hungrily over Shalem's nude form, taking in the sight of his erect cock jutting out proudly. He kissed Shalem deeply, his tongue darting into his mouth, tasting the remnants of mint toothpaste.
Shalem moaned loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily as his lover's hands ran up and down his body, squeezing and kneading his flesh.
The heat from the steam room seemed to amplify his desire, making his erection throb painfully. He tried to reach down to stroke himself, but Mitch held him firmly in place, denying him any release.
"You know what I want, don't you?" Mitch growled, his breath hot against Shalem's ear. "I want to hear you scream my name as another man fucks you."
Shalem gasped, his eyes widening in shock. He hadn't expected Mitch to say something so bold, but it excited him nonetheless.