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.
β 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...)
β 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.
β I have no interest in having a relationship with a guy. I hardly even have small talk with them.
β 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.
β 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.
β 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."