Chapter 2: First Exploration of the Bathhouse
After 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.