LOGINTOBYIt looks like any other sauna: wooden walls, benches along the sides, and a big heater in the middle with hot stones on top, pouring clouds of steam into the room.The only thing that sets it apart is the two guys in the corner, naked, their bodies pressed together, mouths locked in a passionate kiss. They pay us no attention as we walk in.Diesel and I keep our towels on and sit down on the opposite side of where the action is happening.“Shit, Tobs, this place is wild, huh? Never knew there were so many gays in this city.” Diesel does his best to keep it low, but with a voice like his, it’s pointless. “It’s a little surprising, yeah. And they’re all so… forward.” “Right? Guys being guys, I guess. Can you imagine a straight bathhouse where women show up to have sex with strangers? It would never work. Men are different. We get straight to the point, y’know.” “That’s… damn, Diesel, you’ve put some serious thought into this.” “Yeah, but don’t you agree? Men are hunters, so giv
I take him so deep my nose brushes against the wiry black hair of his bush, and the musky scent of his groin fills my nostrils. It’s so masculine, so primal, so fucking raw. I could drown in it.“What would your friends think, seeing you like this?” Hawk murmurs, his hand sliding through my curls. “Your face stuffed full of cock. A stranger’s, no less. Just the first one you came across. You couldn’t resist, could you? You had to get it in your mouth. Had to feel it stretch your lips. Make you drool all over yourself. Look at you. You can barely handle it. It’s too much for that tight little mouth. Your jaw’s aching, but you can’t stop, can you? You need it. You crave it.”I moan in agreement, the sound muffled by his cock plunging deep into my throat.He’s right. I can barely breathe, and the pressure is making my eyes water. But I’m so damn hungry for it, so desperate to please him. And every time I push past my limits, he rewards me with a deep groan.“I wish we had more time, Mica
MICAH“What’s a guy like you doing all alone in a hot tub on a Saturday night?”The deep voice is like velvet, smooth and rich, making my balls tingle.I twist around, and my eyes land on a hulking figure entering the small, steamy pool. He has a shaved head and a silver chain glinting against his massive chest. His body is all hard edges and muscle, and his cock is as thick as a soda can.Sweet Jesus. My eyes must be bulging.“I’m, uh, waiting for my friends,” I mumble, trying to keep my eyes on his face. “Oh yeah?” The guy takes a seat next to me, the water sloshing around him. “So you’re not a lonely twink in need of some company?”A smile creeps onto my face. Gotta respect a guy who knows what he wants and goes for it.“I mean, they’re not here yet,” I say. “So technically, I am alone. But not lonely, no. Just waiting.” “You mind if I wait with you, then?”He leans closer, and I catch a whiff of his cologne. Something woodsy and spicy. It goes straight to my cock. “Not at all.”
TOBY“Man, that lady had a lot of questions,” a familiar voice echoes through the locker room. “Thought she was gonna quiz me on the history of the place or something.”Diesel walks in, his trademark red snapback pulled low over his forehead, with Cole and Omar right behind him. “For real,” Cole agrees. “She kept calling me ‘sweetie’ and ‘sugar.’ Like, damn. Is this a sauna or a candy shop?”They stop when they see me already in my towel. “Well, well, well,” Diesel grins. “Look who’s all settled in. Someone’s eager.” “You know me. Always punctual.”We do the usual round of bro hugs, slapping each other on the back. I step aside as they scan the rows of lockers, looking for empty ones.Diesel finds one near mine and tosses his snapback inside. “Just throw everything in mine,” he says, gesturing to the locker. “No point getting four different ones. We’re sticking together anyway, right?” “Yeah, makes sense,” Omar says, putting his wallet and car keys next to Diesel’s snapback. He p
TOBYThe second set of doors is heavy metal. I have to put my shoulder into them to push them open. Seriously, bank vaults are easier to access than this place.Once I make it through, the air changes. It’s warmer, more humid, with a strong scent of chlorine and eucalyptus. Music drifts from speakers in the ceiling, something chill and electronic, the volume low enough not to be intrusive.Micah was right. The place is nice. Way nicer than the dingy exterior suggests.The locker room is all warm wood and soft amber lighting, like some upscale hotel spa. The lockers are real wood cubbies, not the dented metal ones back at the stadium. I pick the first empty one and toss my backpack inside.A few guys move around the space. One older man with salt-and-pepper chest hair adjusts his towel. Two younger guys near the showers talk quietly, their bodies glistening wet, their cocks dangling in plain view.I grow a little self-conscious as I strip down. I’m used to changing in locker rooms, but
TOBYI can’t believe I’m doing this.My palms are clammy as I park my car at the back of the big lot. I grip the steering wheel, knuckles white, staring out the windshield at the black building ahead. With the moon hidden behind a wall of clouds, the only light comes from the yellow bulb above the door. It gives the place an eerie vibe.I glance in the rearview mirror, and my reflection stares back at me. My dark hair is tousled and a little damp from the shower, and my green eyes are wide. I look more nervous than I hoped.Why did I agree to this again? It was a snap decision, fueled by Micah’s boldness and my own curiosity. But now that I see the big black doors looming ahead, my courage starts to falter.I’m not even gay. Or at least, I don’t think so. I’ve always dated girls. I like the soft curves and flowery scents. I love to squeeze a nice, round ass and watch their pretty faces scrunch up when they come.But I have to admit, sometimes I wonder what it would be like. With a du
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