I arrived in the big city for a work trip stiff and bored from the long train ride. It was my first time getting to travel on the company dime, and I was excited to be staying at a hotel on my own, away from my parents who I was still living with.
The food scene in town was diverse and well-reviewed. The hotel promised to be relaxing. And I was planning on catching up with some friends in the evening. An exciting weekend for a 20-year old!
But most of all -- more than any of that -- I was looking forward to getting fucked.
While I was certain I could find plenty of willing tops on Grindr who'd be willing to meet me at my hotel, there was something else I was eager to try.
The city was home to not one, but two bathhouses.
I had never been to a bathhouse but had read about them online and watched some porn scenes. It was tantalizing. The idea of going somewhere where you could have sex in public with anybody there was so thrilling. Moreover, I hoped that maybe I might be able to fulfill my fantasy of taking more than one cock at a time...
I had arrived in town on a Friday afternoon. My work conference didn't start until Saturday mid-morning, so I had the evening to myself. After dropping my stuff off at my hotel room, I headed out and checked on Google to see where one of the bathhouses was.
It wasn't far away, about a 10-minute walk. The weather was nice, so I headed towards it, arriving quickly in the famed Gay Village. It was reassuring to see the pride flags everywhere and watch men walking hand and hand with each other. I checked out many of the guys, enjoying the views.
As I got closer to the bathhouse, my nerves started getting worse. I looked around nervously, wondering if anyone was watching me. My worst fear was that someone from work might spot me. But of course, my fears were unfounded.
The bathhouse entrance was past a restaurant patio in a back alley. Emblazoned above the otherwise discreet door was the name of the establishment. I pulled the door open and walked inside.
The hallway and stairs leading up were dimly lit. I could hear feint club music ahead. And the place smelt like a pool, with heavy chlorine and steam wafting through the vents. As I rounded the corner after the stairs, I came up to the cash register. A bored looking man was sitting behind plexiglass flipping through his phone. Nervously, I paid the admission fee and waited as I was handed a towel and a locker key.
As the door to the facility was buzzed open, I walked in, feeling my heart racing. Inside, the lighting was even dimmer and the smell heavier. I found my locker quickly and deposited my phone, wallet, and shoes. Then, following what I had read online, I stripped naked and put my clothes in the locker as well. I glanced around, hoping that I might have been spotted.
No such luck. The locker room was empty.
I was disappointed. I was proud of my body. At 5'7, 135lbs I had a slender body. My 5.5" cock was average, but I had worked hard at the gym to tone my bubble butt. As I put my clothes in the locker, I made sure to bend over and show it off, hoping to be noticed.
Unfortunately, I would have to leave the locker room to be noticed. Grabbing my towel, I wrapped it around my waist and headed into the facility.
The bathhouse was a labyrinth of halls and rooms, with three distinct zones. One section was mostly filled with rooms, along with a cozy theatre room and a darker section with a sling mounted to the ceiling. As I glanced at the sling, I felt my little cock harden under my towel. There were men in some of the rooms, but most were lying face down, suggesting that they too were bottoms. There was one man in the theatre room stroking his cock while watching the porn, but I wanted to see everything first before playing.
The second section was darker and a bit more cramped. With two tiers it had a bunch of confessional booths lining the hall where one could slip into and wait for a man on the upper tier to stick his hard dick through one of the many glory holes in each confessional. I had never before sucked someone through the gloryhole, but the idea turned me on.
With my dick already hard from seeing the sling, I slipped into one of the confessionals and waited at the hole that was at my face level. It didn't take long. I heard steps above me creaking on the wood flooring. Suddenly, a large cock poked through the hole. It was hairy and thick. Cut with a big head and heavy balls. Taking a deep breath, I attacked the cock with my mouth.
Wrapping my lips around it, I started sucking ferociously. It tasted salty, and there was some dried precum on the tip. But it was veiny and throbbed nicely in my mouth. I worked on the cock, sucking it deeply and letting my tongue massage the sensitive glands. I cupped his balls with my hand and massaged them gently, my head sliding up and down on the thick cock.
It was probably the thickest cock I'd ever sucked. Part of me was relieved I wasn't getting fucked in the ass by this man, because I knew his girth would stretch my little bum hole.
As I kept sucking him, I could hear grunts and moans coming from above me. It was hot not being able to see who I was sucking. It didn't matter if he was attractive or not, because all I was focused on was this enormous thick cock. It made me hard knowing that, to this man above me, I wasn't a person, I was just a wet hole, pleasuring his manhood. To him, I only existed for his pleasure.
The thought made me reach down and undo my towel. It fell to the ground and now I was naked in the confessional. With his cock still in my mouth, I reached down and started to play with myself, stroking my cock as I sucked.
His pace started to pick up. Now he was thrusting through the hole, and I could hear heavy breathing. I took it as deep as I could. At one point, as his cock slid back and brushed my throat, I could feel my mouth stuffed with cock. I gagged and spat him out, reaching up quickly to stroke him as I caught my breath.
From above came the barked order, "Put it back in slut."
I didn't hesitate, taking him back in my mouth and sucking harder. My tongue was lapping at the underbelly of his cock greedily. My lips gliding up and down. My head nodding with the motion of sucking.
His pace quickened again, and I could tell he was getting close. His cock was stiffening with the tell-tale sign that he was about to ejaculate. I didn't slow down, sucking him harder and faster.
With a loud moan, his cock exploded in my mouth. Jets of cum shot out into my mouth, filling it up. I held the cum in my mouth, letting the taste of his juices settle on my tongue. He pulled his cock out slowly, twitching slightly.
With a pool of cum on my tongue, I pressed my mouth to the hole and stuck my tongue out, showing it to the stranger out of my line of sight.
I heard a chuckle.
"Good boy. Now swallow it all."
I did as I was told.
I had now taken my first load in a bathhouse. It wouldn't be my last.
I waited for a moment as I listened to the man walk away. I didn't want to leave and run into him, shattering the mystery. Because I had never seen him, I could picture him however I wanted to.
Once a few minutes had passed, I peaked out of the hole to see if there were any other men. There was one other, but he was buried in a hole a few cubicles down, obviously enjoying another slut's eager mouth. Smiling, I unlatched the door and slipped out into the hall. As I exited this section, I emerged out into the final and third zone.
In the middle of the lockers, in a large glass room, was the water zone. Showers lined the wall when you entered. Up some stairs, there were two jacuzzi tubs, with a steam room and sauna to the left.
I walked over first to the showers. Taking my towel off, I turned on one of the faucets and let the hot water cascade over me. I rinsed my body off, cupping some water to splash over my face. I was certain that some cum had dribbled down my chin.
I walked first into the steam room. It was very hard to see inside. The steam was thick and lightly scented. I walked through, but there were no men in there. Disappointed, I entered the sauna.
Here there was some action. Two men were seated on the higher ledge of the sauna. They were kissing passionately. Beneath them, another man was blowing both of them. He had both of their cocks in his hands and was taking turns putting each of them in his mouth.
It was incredibly hot. I took a seat inside and pushed my towel to the side, letting my hard cock poke out. I rubbed it gently, watching the action.
It was clear that the men were enjoying their blow jobs. Both were incredibly hard and were kissing each other very passionately. But I got the impression they weren't enjoying themselves as much as the man on his knees between them.
He was clearly relishing his chance to service two men at a time. He was drooling over the two cocks he was worshipping.
I desperately wanted to get up and take one of the cocks in my own mouth, but I thought it would be rude to interrupt this man while he was clearly in heaven. I watched for a few more minutes, slowly jerking my own cock, before getting up to check out the hot tubs.
As I walked towards the jacuzzies, I could see that only one was occupied. A handsome Italian man was seated in the tub, his arms outstretched on the ledge behind him. He was probably in his late 30s, early 40s. His blonde hair looked sexy even dampened by the moisture in the room. He was a chiseled jaw, big shoulders, and a mischievous smile.
I undid my towel and draped it over the railing. Summoning my most seductive walk, I sauntered into the tub and walked over to sit across from him.
He smiled at me and said "hello". I nodded and sat down, closing my eyes momentarily as I enjoyed the jets pounding against my stiff back. When I opened my eyes, I sized up my man again. He was definitely handsome. While I couldn't see his torso, it was clear that his arms were well-built and his face had nice angles. Moreover, his smile suggested to me that he wanted to get up to some very naughty things. That turned me on more than any of his other features.
I decided to make the first move.
Perched on the ledge of the tub facing him, I extended my leg and let my foot brush against his. When I left it there, touching his, he didn't move. A good sign.
I rubbed his foot gently with mine, playing footsies under the water.
His smile widened and he nodded his head to the empty space beside him, beckoning me over.
I swam across the tub and took a seat beside him, my body pressed against his. Without any more words, I leaned in and kissed him.
We didn't waste any time with soft, gentle kisses. His tongue and mine wrapped themselves around each other as we started making out. Reaching over, I let my hand slide down his chest. I could feel firm muscles underneath. He obviously took care of himself. Then, I let my hand slide down to his crotch.
He was very hard under the water. His cock was long and stiff, with tight balls. I started to stroke it beneath the water as we kissed. He returned the favour, reaching over to grab my own cock and tug it. We kissed like this for some time, before I couldn't take it anymore. Sliding over, I mounted him, straddling him in his lap in the water. I could feel his hard cock fit perfectly in between my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his neck and resumed our kiss.
The stranger's hand grabbed my ass, squeezing it and massaging it. He pulled the cheeks apart and moved my ass along his hard cock. I reached down and rubbed his cock, pushing it against my ass as I gyrated my hips.
"Fuck, you are so hot," the man said, breaking our kiss and looking at me.
"So are you," I replied, as his hands explored my body.
"You have such a perfect body. I love having you straddling me like this. I think the other men are jealous," he said, gesturing behind me.
