I started wearing tight gym pants to the gym. Compression pants + loose tank top, locked below, the cage outline particularly obvious under the lights. When squatting, pants tighten, butt and crotch lines fully exposed; when deadlifting, crotch pushed forward, the bulge more prominent. Gym has many mirrors, I deliberately stand in front of the mirror doing movements, looking at the outline under my crotch, watching others sneak peeks from behind and sides. Once doing leg press, the coach came over to adjust my posture, gaze clearly swept downward, paused for two seconds, then said “straighten your waist a bit more”. At that moment my mind went blank, only one thought left: Been discovered, been seen, they know I'm wearing the lock while working out. Mentally already completely let go. From fearing exposure, to secretly anticipating, then to actively creating opportunities. That feeling of “everyone is watching, but no one dares to say”, too fucking addictive.

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Chapter 2: First Exploration of the BathhouseAfter that, I hooked up with the Latin stud a few more times, but almost every time I was the one fucking him. Getting fucked by him felt great, but the swelling in my ass for days afterward was no fun at all. Besides, his ass was truly top-tier. Thinking back now, he probably awakened the part of me that enjoys being the bottom.But as school started, life got busier, and our contact gradually faded. Of course, I also met several bottom fuck buddies, and my hole stayed busy too—just none of them were as big as he was.The school I attend is a well-known comprehensive university in Northern California. There are quite a few Chinese international students, but not many gay guys. The few of us quickly became friends. One of them and I got especially close because we shared similar interests. For now, let’s call him Little A.Because the Chinese gay scene at school was so small, everyone tacitly maintained a purely platonic friendship—things get messy fast if relationships get too tangled. No one in a foreign country wants unnecessary drama from fleeting desires. But maybe like attracts like—Little A and I were both pretty open-minded and didn’t mind sharing our hook-up stories with close friends, so we gradually became good buddies. That day, right after finishing a quiz, and with endless homework and club activities on top of exam prep, I hadn’t hooked up in nearly two weeks. Then Little A messaged me on WeChat asking if I’d ever been to Steam Works. Steam Works is a famous gay bathhouse in Berkeley. I’d heard about it from a fuck buddy but had never gone.Back in China I’d heard plenty about bathhouses and knew many people there don’t use condoms—it’s pretty risky.Slutty as I am, I still kept my distance from HIV, so I’d never visited one. When he heard I hadn’t been, Little A excitedly said he hadn’t either and asked if I wanted to check it out. Honestly, I was curious, but I’d never even been to a bar, so places like that still made me a bit nervous. Little A seemed determined to go and kept persuading me. After thinking it over, I figured I could just look around— I wouldn’t accept drinks from strangers or let anyone fuck me bareback, so there wasn’t much to worry about. So I agreed. A little after 9 p.m., with Little A urging me nonstop, I jumped into his car, feeling both anxious and excited about my first gay bathhouse experience.The bathhouse wasn’t far from where we lived—just a short drive.By 10 p.m. the parking lot was already nearly full. Looked like there’d be plenty to see tonight. On the way I’d done my homework on their website. The place is members-only; you need to show ID to join (in the U.S., sex with minors is a serious felony). Luckily I’d just gotten my driver’s license, so I could use that instead of bringing my passport—awkward as hell.Alcohol and drugs are also banned inside, which made the place seem pretty well-managed, so I felt more at ease.We parked, walked around to the front entrance. It was a medium-sized two-story building with no flashy signs. Only a neon light beside a glass door just wide enough for one person hinted that this was a place for pleasure.Inside was a narrow staircase leading to the second floor, ending at the front desk. About five or six guys were already in line. I glanced around—they all looked pretty decent. But feeling nervous and figuring it was rude to stare in a place like this, I quickly looked away and chatted with Little A about nothing in particular.Soon only one person was left in front of us. I finally had a chance to examine the front desk properly. It was behind a glass partition with an opening at the bottom for handing over ID and credit cards—similar to a bank teller window.Behind the glass were two young guys, one around 20 and the other maybe 30. They chatted with customers while working quickly—checking IDs, storing valuables, inspecting bags—all moving smoothly like clockwork. Clearly these two were regulars.They finished the paperwork, handed the guy a towel and a key, pressed a button, and he walked through the electronic door that opened beside them. Our turn next.People can rent either a locker in the changing room or one of several different-sized rooms. The larger rooms have TVs and the option to add a sling. Since we weren’t planning on any serious action, we went for the cheapest lockers.I handed the guy my ID. He raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing I was only 18. He smiled and said, “If you have a student ID, the membership fee is waived.” I hesitated, then pulled out my student ID. Why not save over $50?He took my ID and student card, typed on the computer for a bit, then gave me a blue card with “Steam Works” in gold letters.I looked at the membership card—pretty cool!Everything went smoothly after that. Holding my towel and key, I walked through the bathhouse’s metal door. The changing room was right inside. Several men wrapped in towels or completely naked were walking around. As someone who grew up in the south, this was my first time in a public bathhouse, let alone a gay one. My heart raced and I tried not to look at all the swinging dicks.I quickly found my locker, slowly took off my clothes, wrapped the towel around my waist, and turned to find Little A. He was a short distance away, bent over taking off his underwear. His body looked pretty good, but since his back was to me I didn’t get to see his dick.He wrapped his towel and turned toward me.He looked at my bare upper body, let out a soft whistle, and teased, “I bet some guys are going to have a good night.” I smiled, didn’t say much, turned, and started walking deeper into the bathhouse. We passed a short corridor lined with private rooms. On the right was a medium-sized hot tub that could fit about ten people. On the left was a shower area with roughly seven or eight showerheads. A transparent glass wall separated the showers from the corridor—whatever happened inside was visible from outside.The corridor lighting was dim but still clear enough.On either side of the showers were two saunas—one small dry sauna and one slightly larger steam room. We entered the larger one and a wave of heat hit us immediately. It was very dark and thick with steam; visibility was almost zero.We slowly inched forward. Hands kept groping us from all sides. I couldn’t see who they belonged to, but I didn’t really mind—when in Rome. The sauna wasn’t huge, so we soon exited and stepped into the showers. That short walk had me sweating, so I told Little A I was going to rinse off and he could explore on his own—I’d find him later.He smiled, didn’t say much, and walked out of the shower area.I untied my towel, hung it on one of the hooks, and started showering. That’s when I noticed the guy next to me—a lean, fit guy around 20, about my height. While I was checking him out, he turned and looked me over too. As he faced me, I saw his semi-hard dick. It was a nice one—looked about the same size as mine, maybe 17 cm, straight, and swinging lightly with his movements.He must have noticed my hungry stare. He smiled, turned toward me, reached out, and grabbed my dick—only then did I realize mine was already rock hard! He leaned in, kissed me, and slowly stroked my erection with his right hand.My mind went blank. On instinct I grabbed his dick and started stroking too.He clearly enjoyed it—his tongue aggressively invaded my mouth. I soon noticed three guys watching us. Surprisingly, I didn’t mind the audience. In fact, my dick got even harder. After kissing for a while he squatted down, took my dick in his mouth, and started sucking enthusiastically.His oral skills were excellent—I couldn’t stop moaning. The onlookers got bolder and started groping my ass and abs. After he serviced me for a bit I felt myself nearing orgasm, so I quickly signaled him to stop, pulled out, and gave him another deep tongue kiss.Afterward I whispered “thanks” in his ear, then turned and walked out of the showers. Unfortunately, that’s when I realized I had no idea which towel on the row of hooks was mine. Not wanting to grab someone else’s, I walked out naked. Looking back, it’s kind of funny—I didn’t mind making out with strangers or letting unknown fuck buddies put their dicks in my ass, yet I was picky about a towel. Luckily, plenty of people were walking around naked, and I wasn’t insecure about my body or size, so I didn’t care much. Plus, being watched while getting sucked off earlier had felt pretty hot. I guess I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak.Past the showers and sauna was a maze-like narrow corridor with private rooms on both sides.Most room doors were closed, but occasionally one would be wide open—either two or more guys going at it, or a horny bottom in a jockstrap with his ass facing the open door, seemingly inviting anyone walking by to try his well-used hole.Honestly, the lewd scenes were getting me worked up. The guys fucking with doors open didn’t mind me watching either—several even waved me in. The crowd was diverse—mostly average guys, neither overweight nor ridiculously lean. Occasionally you’d see bears or muscular studs.I don’t have big muscles, but my visible abs and firm pecs are pretty decent. Free condoms were available everywhere along the corridor. I grabbed one just in case.Still, I noticed no one inside was using condoms, which only strengthened my resolve not to have sex tonight. Further in on the right was a medium-sized gym with benches, squats, and other equipment—all fully stocked but completely empty. After all, everyone came here for dick and ass, not workouts.Crossing the gym led to a dark room. I couldn’t see anything at first, but I could hear moans coming from all directions—clearly cum was flying everywhere.I paused to let my eyes adjust. Gradually shapes became visible.To my right was a leather sling. A guy lay in it getting pounded hard from behind while several others watched. He had a dick in each hand and one in his mouth, looking like he was enjoying himself. I wondered how long he’d been getting fucked like that. In another corner was a saddle-shaped bench. A horny bottom was bent over it, head toward the wall, ass facing the corridor, waiting for passing big dicks to fill him. He looked about 20, very slim, with a tempting ass framed by a jockstrap. He wore blue soccer socks—one clearly had someone’s cum on it.The scene was incredibly hot. He was exactly the perfect little bottom from my fantasies. My dick instantly stood up. Unable to resist, I walked over and started squeezing his surprisingly meaty ass. Feeling someone behind him, the bottom arched his back, pushed his ass out, and started wiggling it side to side.Fuck, this was insanely hot. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone watching us. I lost a bit of control.“Wearing a condom doesn’t count, right?” I thought, slipped on the condom I’d grabbed earlier, and slid my dick straight into his hot hole.Fuck—he was an absolute premium piece of ass. The sensation was unlike anything I’d felt before. I started thrusting hard. All the earlier teasing had me desperate, so I showed no mercy. The bottom moaned loudly in response.His unrestrained moans drew more spectators, which only turned me on more. The bathhouse’s electronic music mixed with his moans and the crowd’s encouragement made me feel like I was losing myself. The whole world narrowed to my dick and the hot hole wrapped around it. I noticed him occasionally taking hits from a bottle of poppers (what we call rush), so I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Can I use your poppers?”Without a word he handed the small brown bottle back to me. I took two deep hits.The rush hit fast. I felt blood rush to my head and started pounding even harder. He clearly loved the sudden intensity, moaning loudly while turning his head to beg me to fuck him harder. “Oh, oh, harder—wreck my slutty hole.”I grabbed his slim waist with one hand and the jockstrap straps with the other, pulling my dick all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust made wet slapping sounds as his juices leaked out around my shaft.I felt countless hands rubbing my back, ass, and hole—everything just encouraged me to put on a better show. I kept fucking him for who knows how long. My dick swelled even more—I was close. Then the bottom straightened up, turned his head, and said, “Would you take the condom off and cum on my hole?”Another cumdump. I didn’t say anything—just pulled out, removed the condom, aimed my head at his hole, and started stroking fast. He reached back and spread his well-fucked cheeks, revealing a smooth, slightly swollen pink hole in a perfect O shape.As it twitched, I clearly saw a small trickle of white cum slowly leak out. The long fuck had pushed me to the edge, and the sight was too much. After a few strokes my balls tightened and thick ropes of cum sprayed onto his open hole.Two weeks of abstinence meant a lot of cum—six or seven shots before it slowed. Some of the first spurts went straight into his spread hole; the rest landed around it, with a little running down his taint into the jockstrap pouch still covering his dick.Staring at the filthy scene, I instinctively used my still-hard dick to scoop up the cum around his hole and gently pushed it inside his hungry ass. I’d thought his hole was already perfect, but feeling my bare dick inside his cum-filled ass was indescribably good!Fortunately, reason quickly returned. I pulled out, gave his perfect ass a pat, leaned forward to grab his chin for a deep tongue kiss, and whispered, “Your hole is amazing. How many loads have you taken tonight?”He smiled shyly. “Only two. Most guys who come here don’t want to cum too quickly.”Made sense—why rush all the way here just to nut and leave? I smiled softly, understanding his complaint. Another guy had already stepped up to take my place, shoving his thick cock mercilessly into the hole I’d just filled. The bottom closed his eyes again, enjoying the new sensation. I turned and carefully squeezed out of the crowd—seven or eight guys had gathered without me noticing. Several gave me teasing compliments as I passed. Honestly, it felt pretty good. After cumming, my head felt clearer.I left the corner and continued exploring deeper. Around the corner was a row of booths in the middle of the corridor with walkways on both sides. Several half-naked or fully naked men stood against the walls, greedily eyeing passersby.Many booth doors were slightly ajar, with the sounds of wood creaking and heavy breathing coming from inside—easy to imagine the lewd scenes. This short corridor ended after fewer than ten steps, opening into a platform about one person high. Walking up the steps, I realized its purpose: the railing opening was waist-height, perfect for a standing man below to reach. I brought my dick close to the opening and within seconds a warm pair of lips eagerly took me in.I enjoyed the stranger’s oral skills for a moment, then gently pulled out and continued my exploration. One end of the platform connected to another corridor lined with more private rooms.I noticed one room with its door completely open. It wasn’t small—five or six guys fit comfortably. I glanced at the sign on the wall beside the doorframe: “This room is designated for Cumunion events. During tonight’s event it is free and the door must remain unlocked.”Curious what Cumunion was, I peeked inside. Several guys were going at it. Two bottoms lay side-by-side on the bed, each getting pounded hard by muscular men. One bottom’s semi-hard dick swung back and forth with the thrusts—it looked decent-sized.The other wore black double-strap underwear and a matching leather harness running from his shoulders down to his jock, accentuating his firm chest and flat stomach.Three more guys surrounded the two bottoms, who kept turning to suck their dicks. The three tops varied—one facing the door looked about 40, with a slight belly and body hair running from chest to crotch. His pubes were short and neatly trimmed.Moans filled the room. I could even hear the wet sounds of dicks sliding in and out of the clearly well-bred holes. The filthy scene quickly got me hard again, but realizing I still hadn’t found Little A, I collected myself and left the “event-designated room.”Little did I know how many more encounters I’d have in that room in the future… The bathhouse was roughly U-shaped. I followed the other corridor back to the changing room.Though I kept looking around, I never spotted Little A—must’ve been enjoying himself somewhere. To the right of the changing room was a lounge area. Two guys wrapped in towels sat on a corner couch, each holding a sports drink, chatting and watching TV mounted on the wall.I grabbed a clean towel from the front desk, wrapped it around my waist, and sat in the other corner of the couch to rest and wait for Little A. RuPaul’s Drag Race was on. While watching the queens in their outrageous outfits, I replayed everything I’d experienced.I’d always thought I was sexually experienced, but my hook-up history was nothing compared to this place. While reminiscing about the bottom I’d fucked in the dark room, a familiar face walked into the lounge. He recognized me too, smiled, and walked straight over to sit beside me. I turned to study him—he looked about 20, white, fit with some muscle definition, and almost no body hair.I couldn’t help thinking about his smooth, hairless hole and the sight of milky cum slowly leaking out of it. My dick betrayed me and hardened again, tenting the towel around my waist.He noticed the change and smiled. “Hi, I’m Sam.”I smiled back and introduced myself. During our chat I learned he was 19 and attended a university in the neighboring city. Though the bathhouse had guys of all ages, young ones like us were rare. Maybe because we were similar in age and both students—and after our “deep” exchange earlier—we hit it off quickly.Before long Little A walked in. I introduced them, ignored his constant eyebrow wiggling, exchanged numbers with Sam, then headed to the changing room with Little A to get dressed and leave.Just then I saw Sam turn and head back into the bathhouse—looked like he’d be having more fun tonight…

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