Chapter 8: Revisiting the Bathhouse (Part 1)
Several months had passed since the last time I went to the bathhouse with Little A. That day I was feeling incredibly horny, but unfortunately, a few of my fuck buddies were either away or too busy to pay attention to me. I had been browsing the app for a long time but couldn’t find anyone suitable.
Then I suddenly thought of Sam, that skinny bottom who lets anyone creampie him at the bathhouse. Just imagining his sexy ass and cum-filled slutty hole made my cock stand up involuntarily.
“Hey, Sam. What are you up to?” I texted him.
“Bored. How about you?”
“Same here. City B is pretty boring. Got any plans tonight? Want to hang out?”
“Hmm… I was thinking of going to the bathhouse, haha. Want to go together? There’s a Cumunion event tonight.”
“What’s that?” I recalled the sign I saw last time next to that big room.
“It’s like a themed night event. Cumunion is an organization that regularly hosts sex parties around the world. In the Bay Area, they hold two events per month at Steam Works.”
“Oh! Sounds good!”
“See you at the bathhouse at 9 tonight!”
In the evening, I got ready, threw on a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, and headed to the bathhouse.
“I’m already here, got a private room. Text me when you arrive, I’ll wander around first 😉.” I received Sam’s text while still on the way. That guy was probably already on the sling taking clients by now.
I arrived at the bathhouse soon after. The second time around, everything felt much more familiar. I rented a locker and stepped through the iron gate again. I went straight to the changing room, took off my clothes, wrapped a towel around my waist, texted Sam that I had arrived, put my phone back in the locker, grabbed my small bottle of lube, and headed deeper into the bathhouse.
I decided to walk around first and see if I could run into Sam.
There were quite a few people tonight, similar to last time. The hallway was constantly busy with people coming and going—tall, short, fat, skinny, black, white, yellow, brown. Everyone shed their usual facades in the bathhouse. There were none of the usual dating formalities; no one cared what car you drove, how you matched your clothes, what cologne you wore, or even what you looked like—in the darkroom, that seemed unimportant too. The only things that mattered were the cock between your legs and the slutty hole behind you, though a well-defined body and big muscles were still reliable plus points.
I wandered around the bathhouse, watched quite a bit of hot sex, but never saw Sam. “Probably busy in a private room,” I thought as I walked back to the sauna, deciding to sweat a bit first.
In the dry sauna, only a Middle Eastern man around 40 was sitting there, a towel around his waist. Thick body hair peeked out from under the towel and ran up his flat stomach, spreading across his solid chest.
He was leaning back with his eyes closed, seemingly enjoying his alone time. I quietly walked in without saying anything and sat down directly across from him. He had clearly heard me open the door and come in, slowly opened his eyes, and stared at me quietly.
Without the shyness from my first visit, I stared back at him without hiding anything.
His face had strong angles, and his messy stubble added a mature man’s charm. The live porn I had seen on the way, combined with the heat in the sauna, made my whole body feel hot and restless. Looking at the mature man in front of me, I couldn’t help fantasizing about what kind of weapon he had under that towel and what it would feel like to be held in his arms and fucked hard.
My cock was already painfully hard under the towel. While staring at him, I slowly rubbed my cock through the towel with my hand. He obviously noticed the change in my crotch, spread his legs, lifted the towel directly, and a semi-hard thick cock was presented right in front of me.
It wasn’t the thickest I had seen, but for some reason it looked especially meaty. The foreskin was almost fully retracted, and the pink glans pointed straight at me, like a warm invitation. I also lifted my towel, grabbed my own cock, and slowly stroked it up and down.