I stepped out of the dark cubicle room, wrapped in a heavy cotton towel, and made my way through the dimly lit hallways that wound between the cubical-sized rooms that were all like my own 8-hour rental. The Club was one of two bathhouses in the Midwest college town that I'd recently taken up residence in. I had recently completed my degree in education and after a few months looking, I had taken the open job as World History instructor at one of the many local high schools. I moved into a furnished brownstone in town shortly thereafter. It didn't take me long to discover the alternate lifestyle locations in this college town. Their advertisements were posted openly at various points on and near the campus.
I had apprehensions about being seen at the various "gay-bars" by someone who may have influence on my teaching career. I hadn't been in town long enough to know how a bi-sexual teacher at the local high school would be accepted, so I did my best to keep a low profile. I had discovered The Club by accident one weekday afternoon and had become a member after only a single visit.
I made my way down stairs and into the wet-area. I pulled my towel away and stepped into the open-air the shower stall. I knew a handful of like-minded men were watching, but it was all part of the ritual of the Club atmosphere. I was covered in a layer of sweat after my intense work-out session. The Club's weight and work-out equipment was state of the art, and far superior to the gear at the competitor's place at the other end of the campus. I had been the only one working out that evening and really pushed myself hard. I fought hard to maintain my body after leaving school, but my lack of exercise of late, combined with an appreciation for good foods and micro-brews was beginning to add pounds. Still, at twenty-seven I thought I was holding up well, as did many of the men I met at The Club.
After wiping the sweat from my body under the warm spray of the shower, I walked nude to the gurgling hot tub at the far end of the wet room. My cock swung heavily from my trimmed pubic bush after the warmth of the shower, along with my low-slung scrotum. Two other men were enjoying the waters as I stepped down into the boiling foam. Their eyes looked me over as I settled into a corner seat and relaxed. I gave my two companions a quick once over. One was much older than the other, maybe in his late fifties, while the younger one was probably a student at the college, younger but still closer to my own age. The older one was gray haired and big bellied, while the young one was tanned, blonde, and slender. They sat close together, and I imagined each had a hand wrapped around the other's cock beneath the churning waters of the hot tub. I closed my eyes and relaxed under the hot bubbling waters.
After a few minutes, the younger man moaned, "Man, I need to take a break before I shoot," and moved away from the older man. He looked back, smiled warmly and said, "I was really enjoying that, Professor Higgins." As he stepped from the hot tub and reached for his towel, I saw his long, hard cock leading the way. I grinned knowingly and settled back.
A few minutes passed, and then I felt a body move near. I opened my eyes and saw this Prof. Higgins settle close to me. His leg brushed mine in the unwritten signal of inquiry. I responded with a return stroke of my calf along his, and he settled closer. I let him take the lead, and a moment later, I felt his tender touch on my thigh. I smiled at him and nodded slightly. His hand slipped up and found my cock. His fingers wrapped around my shaft and began to slowly stroke my cock to life. After only a few minutes, his talented touch had my cock to its full length. Prof. Higgins had had more than his share of cocks in hand in his lifetime.
His fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, beneath my heavy balls and began to pull with a strong grip that had my cock rock hard in no time. I reached for his and my fingers wrapped around his short, thin member. I began to stroke. He was already as hard as he was going to get I soon realized, and his meat barely filled my hand, but in the bathhouse men didn't judge other men by the size of their equipment. We all knew we were stuck with what we were born with. We treated each other as we wanted to be treated. Such is the primary law of the bathhouses.
After a few more minutes of his masterful hand job, I felt the need to break free and relax, much like his previous companion had. It was entirely too early in the evening to let loose.
"That really feels good," I sighed, "but I'm going to have to get out before I get off!" I thanked him, much as the young man had minutes before, and moved to leave the hot tub.
"You've got a nice, big cock," he complimented. "I hope to see you again."
"I just got here," I replied, "and I wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon."
I took my towel and dried my face. My cock stood out proudly before me and wavered with my movements. The second-floor balcony overlooked the wet-room and I saw two young men hanging out and watching me as I stepped over to the sauna door. I hung my towel on a hook and gave them a subtle nod before entering.
Inside, the steam filled the room and one could only make out the walls by their pale blue tile. The room was divided into three sections, with the back section lit only by a very dim bulb. The small cubby hole near the doorway had a bench inside, where I noticed a pair of sweaty bodies. One stood before the other, and the unmistakable sounds of slurping echoed from within. I paused for a moment, watching the scene as the standing man humped his hips forward and back, feeding the sitting form cock. I then moved on through to the back. I found nobody else in the steam room, and settled onto the tiled bench to enjoy the heat, as well as the sounds of sex going on just feet away.
After a few minutes had passed, I heard a heavy grunting, followed by deep sighs, coming from at least one of the men. I imagined cum was boiling from someone's cock, and filling a willing mouth with hot, sticky cream. From the moans and slurps, I figured it had to be the former. The slurping went on for a moment or two longer, and then there was a heavy, wet plop, followed by a content sigh. I was jealous. I wanted that to be my mouth getting filled. I chuckled, knowing that someone had gotten what they had come to The Club for, and was satisfied. The steam room door opened and then closed a moment later, and I knew that at least one of the faceless men had exited.
A few minutes passed, and then I stood and moved to leave. I glanced into the front chamber and saw that one of the men had stayed behind. He was fit, with a clean-shaven head, and a long cock that hung between his parted thighs. I paused, and then turned towards him, as if presenting my own cock for his appraisal. A moment passed, and then I stepped forward. His hands reached up and took my hips to pull me towards his welcoming mouth.
I groaned with pleasure as this unnamed man gulped my hard-on down into his throat with a single lunge. His head began to bob along my cock and his tongue began a furious dance across and around my knob that had me moaning within seconds. I had to pull back and he let my cock fall free, otherwise I would have blown my load entirely too early. He settled back and parted his thighs slightly wider. I took the invitation and dropped to my knees before him.
His cock was somewhat slackened, though firm in my hand as I lifted it to my lips. I licked across the knob with a few swipes of my tongue and tasted the bitter sweet tang of spent cum still coating his crown. His previous lover had left much behind and I silently thanked him as I savored the "sloppy seconds", then opened wide to accept the full length of his manhood into my mouth. Although it had been a few weeks since I'd last had the flavor of a cock upon my tongue, I gulped his shaft down as if it had been in my mouth only yesterday. His cock was shorter than mine, maybe a little over six inches long, and fit nicely into my mouth. He had shaven his crotch as he had his scalp and as I fitted his knob against the back of my throat I saw the tattoo of a dragon wrapped around his cock and balls up close. I pulled back and began to bob and slurp along the length of his delicious cock for a few moments, enjoying his flavor as his cock hardened and began to drool fresh pre-cum along my tongue.
I sensed my companion wanted to move on, so I let his cock drop from my lips and stood before him. He reached up and pulled my mouth to his. We kissed deeply with our tongues touching tentatively, and then eagerly. His lips pulled free of mine and his mouth again attacked my crotch. He sucked me into his mouth to the root and began to suck heavily at my cock again, with a heated passion that surprised me. He could fully take my cock into his throat, a sensation I enjoyed and my moans let him know it. His hands stroked my inner thighs and a finger stroked across my anus. I parted my thighs and he pushed his long finger up and into my dark depths. I grunted with approval and flexed my knees to lower my hips onto his probing digit. He let my cock drop free and pulled my mouth to his once again.
His mouth went to my neck a moment later, and then up to my ear. "Do you want to fuck?" he asked with a deep, growling voice.
"That's why I'm here," I replied and grunted my desires as he gently pulled his finger from my ass. He pushed the finger into his mouth and loudly slurped it clean while watching for my reaction. I'd seen a lot in my years, and this wasn't anything new.
I had thought he was offering to take me to his room, or we'd go to mine. Instead, he guided me onto the tiled bench beside him, and as I settled onto the smooth surface he moved to the floor between my thighs. I leaned back into the corner and let him push my thighs wide. I pulled my heels up onto the bench, opening myself fully to his oral attentions. His mouth returned to my cock for a few deeper sucks, and then he began to lick and suck at my scrotum. I was enjoying every moment of his oral attentions as his fingers began to stroke around my aching, needy anus. His fingers expertly massaged my anal ring to relax it further before he fed a long, single finger inside me once again. A moment later, he stuffed a second, and then a third, up my ass. I sighed over and over as his mouth latched onto my knob and his fingers began to loosen my ass hole up, twisting and pushing at my rectal opening.
Over my lover's shoulder I saw a shadowy, steam-blurred figure of a man move into view. We were being watched, and I for one didn't mind. I don't think my companion did either, if he even knew or cared. Another shadow passed behind the first, and the sauna door thumped closed once again.
Suddenly, his mouth let my cock drop free and found mine once again. His tongue dove deep into my mouth as his fingers slipped free of my ass, to be replaced by the spongy knob of his cock. I groaned and he grunted as his knob pressed through my sphincter muscle and up into my guts.
