Houston Bathhouses Chapter 4
The Steam Room
The chapter here will cover stories from the steam room.
Just as an intro, these stories I write are all true from my personal experiences. I have been married to the same woman for 35 years, so I really have no outlets to tell these stories except this one. This will be the forth (and last) of a number of bathhouse stories I will share from Houston. I also have some stories from Dallas, Chicago, and Cleveland. I live near Houston, but I travel to those other cities for work often.
● I do not consider myself gay, which you may find strange after reading these stories. Here are my reasons for this. (Please comment if you have an opinion on this, or can explain my actions better than I can...)
● I do not find men attractive. I don't look at any of these men and rate them on attractiveness, (maybe cleanliness) my goal is just to have sex.
● I have no interest in having a relationship with a guy. I hardly even have small talk with them.
● I am still VERY attracted to women. A pair of big tits or nice legs gets my engine running every time. If there was a free use sexual spa that was for men and women, I would go there.
● I actually keep my ipad with me when I go to these bathhouses. I occasionally go back to my room to watch straight porn, in order to get charged up to have sex.
● Finally, I just realized that when I masterbate on my own, these memories of guys may help get me hard, but I can only finish if I fantasize about women.
The steam room is on the first floor near the pool. It is a large room shaped like a square figure eight. Basically two rooms with a small dividing hallway. The steam is very thick. It is hard to stay in the room very long. Many of my stories start in the steam room and then head to the private bed rooms, however sometimes everything is completed in the steam.
The benches are at two elevations, and they work a lot like the ones in the Porn room. If you're on the lower level you are going to blow someone. If you're on the higher one, you are looking to get blown. In addition to the benches along the walls, in the middle of each room is a large platform. They are practically the size of a full sized bed. All surfaces are tile or granite. The room is barely lit, and filled with dense steam.
During one of my first visits I was sitting on the low level when a tall thin older guy (I hope this is not rude, but he was what on TV would be considered a flamboyant "queen" type, straight out of Central Casting) came up to me and sat directly across from me on a bench. He was not wearing the normal towel, he was wearing a bright gold pair of bikini briefs. He sat across from me, and was trying to make his rather large package look as prominent as he could.
Once he saw he had my attention, he relocated next to me. As I said, this was one of my first experiences so I was a little nervous. After a minute he slid directly next to me, took my hand, and rubbed it onto his gold covered prick. He wasn't fully hard, but he was pretty big. I rubbed it through his bikinis for a bit, and then reached in and fished his dick out.
He then coaxed me into kneeling in front of him to give him a blow job. I was very tentative, saying that I did not know what was allowed in public. He told me not to worry saying "Don't worry, I know the owners, there are no rules." With that he guided my mouth towards his dick.
In a minute or two he was fully hard. A couple of minutes later I was dying from the heat, and the exertion I was putting in. I suggested that we go to a private room, and he agreed. We walked upstairs and he opened his single room door. I said "I have a double."
He said "Ok, let's go there."
When we got in my room, I dropped my towel, and he took off his briefs. He laid on the bed and made it clear he was only interested in getting a blow job, no other interaction. I thought this was a little rude, but I went with it. I kneeled down between his knees and started blowing him again. Unfortunately, something went wrong. He didn't get hard again. After five minutes of working his taffy, he got up and silently left.
I have found that this is not an isolated experience. Guys often tend to lose the erection when you call time out in the steam to relocate.
Once I was sitting on the large bed sized bench. My towel was outside the room hanging on a hanger, as I typically do. A guy came up to me and presented his hard dick. When I engaged with my hands, and eventually my mouth he said "Let's go to my room and fuck."
We got to his room, and he never turned his light on. It was pretty dark. He immediately told me to get into doggy position, and he tried to put on his condom. But he just could not retain the erection he had downstairs. Between the steam room being so dark, his room being so dark, and being me in doggie, I never got a good look at his face. That's what made it worse two hours later when we reenacted the exact same sequence without realizing it. I realized it when we got to his door. When he could not get it up, I helped him save face by saying "sometimes there just is not a chemical connection. I will be here for an hour if you recharge."
This is not the norm.
Most guys go into the steam room with their towel on. However after 5 minutes it is completely soaking wet. You could not use it if you came out and hit the shower, and if you went directly up to someone's room, it would be useless. So, I hang my towel outside the steam room on the hooks provided. I like to think it signals that there is someone in the room that is ready to go. It certainly seems like the guys that come in after, are specifically looking for where the naked guy is.
About a year ago, I was sitting on one of the lower benches when two younger guys sat directly next to me and started making out. Eventually the guy further from me leaned down on his back, and the guy next to me started giving him a blowjob. Not satisfied with this, the guy next to me, reached for my hand and placed it on his dick.
I started jerking him off, the angle was not good for a blowjob. As typically happens, the next guy who came through walked up to the guy getting blown, and stuck his dick in his mouth. Now, this guy is getting blown, and blowing someone else, and I am just jerking this guy off.
I look to my left and there is a 25ish black guy who was in great shape. He was lean and muscular, and just watching us while he stroked his dick. I motioned for him to come over.
When he did, I reached under his towel and started stroking him. Within a minute the towel was off, and I was blowing him. I was still giving the other guy a hand job, but not paying enough attention to it as I should have.
Eventually I picked up a condom, and put it in the new guy's hand. I took his now rock hard dick out of my mouth, stood up, turned around and bent over for him to fuck me. He put the condom on, just as I realized I could now use my mouth on the guy next to me. The whole scene must have been too much for the black guy, or maybe he was not a top, but after entering me for about a minute, he just pulled out and walked away. That is one of the good things about a place like this, if the connection does not feel right, you can just walk.
But now I was left in the 4 person blowjob. The original two guys started wrestling a bit. It was a little too weird for me, so I disengaged and slipped out. I don't have fear of missing out, not all interactions are worth it.
I have recently taken to sitting on the bed sized slab while naked. Guys walk in one side door, around this platform and out through the other door. Sometimes they stay and sit on a bench along the side wall, and wait to see if they can get action, sometimes they just take their shot and present their dick for a blowjob. It is in the steam room where recently I have noticed that more and more some guys wear other clothes under their towels. Sometimes it is fettish briefs, or jocks, or posing pouches that cover a nude male model, while clearly outlining their size and shape.