Phoenix Gay Bathhouse Novels & Stories

“Hi. I’d like to visit, please. The… uh… bathhouse.” “You gay, pumpkin?” The bluntness catches me off guard. I rub the back of my neck. “No, ma’am.” “Mmm-hmm.” She looks me up and down, then sets her nail file aside. “Sugar, this here’s a place for men who like men. You get that, right? Ain’t no ordinary spa. This is a safe space where boys come to play. You know what I mean?” I can feel the tips of my ears turning red. “Uh, yeah, I get it.”

I said to him, and I left. …………………………………………………………………. I turned on the shower, and the water that came from it fell to me; I am here in the bathroom in the swimming pool area of the school. I just let the water poured into my body, and I started to use soap. A minute later, Sage entered the bathroom, “Hey Phoenix,” he said, and he turned on the other shower, then he started to take a bath; we are both naked right now, “Since you knew my name already, what do you want me to call you?” He asked me.

Kiara said since they do not have any other spare room anymore aside from the room of her mother which was shared with her little brother. “Yeah. The couch is big enough for the both of us.” Phoenix chuckled and plopped his body down on the couched pulling Kiara along with him, settling her beside her, with her back turned from him and he remained hugging her from behind with his arm wrapped on her waist. “Phoenix, I –“ “I just arrived from my business tour.” Phoenix muttered on her hair, with still his eyes closed. Kiara did not say a word, so Phoenix continued, “And that was what welcomed me, that f-ckng bas-tard I should have killed him, right?”

—a testament to their cunning, their resilience, and their unwavering loyalty. The Sparrow Lounge, a discreet but opulent establishment nestled in the heart of Townsville’s entertainment district, was the epicenter of this quiet revelry. It was a place where the city’s most influential figures gathered, a neutral ground where the lines between legitimate business and the Phoenix Mafia’s shadowy operations often blurred. Tonight, however, the mood was purely celebratory.

', I wondered. Eventually I did go back to the bath house. The first time it was on Women's Day where I would have no chance of seeing Gebhard. There were two sides to this schwimmbad: The nude side, and what I called the prude side. I always went into the nude side. The first area you walk into is kind of an open locker area where you can get undressed and put away your clothes and personal items. Normally both men and women share this room, but one day each week the entire place is for women only. There are a few open shower stalls in this area, and throughout the facility. None of them have curtains and normally there are a couple shower heads per stall.

Both men and women were cartered for. "What's this place, uncle Corinth?" She wondered aloud. He cleared his throat and emphasized, "Corinth. Please." Mia nodded while looking around. "Sit," He offered. "Please." Mia sat on one of the chairs. Corinth took his place on the other. "This place is called the phoenix," Corinth replied looking at Mia. Her eyes gaped. "The phoenix?" Corinth stood up and strolled to the wall that was decorated with sex toys. He picked a pair of nipple clamps as he made reply, "Yes. This is where sex demons are unleashed. This is where pleasure takes flight and the urge to secure a burning orgasm are met."

The only difference was his tub was big enough for four people, and it had jets. "That'd make a great bubble bath." Phoenix said, her voice full of excitement, "It would also be fun to share with Alpha Erik." She smirked, sending images through my mind. I could feel the desire building up. I liked the thought of his hands all over me and his eyes trailing my body.

"Yes! I mean, it's not a company, but yeah, you can work there. And I'm sure you'd get the job, cause a certain person that hasn't let you get a job wouldn't have power over such a place." "Are you for real right now?" Isis squealed happily. "Oh my God! Tell me all about it! Where is the place? Uh?" "Uhm," Pheonix itched the back of her neck, reluctant to speak. "Not the suspense, babe. Please, just tell me!" "A bartender at a club," Pheonix blurted out. Immediately, Isis’s expression changed from excitement to disgust. "What the fuck, Pheonix?!" She exclaimed with slight rage.

Her hair was up in a bun, a long curly strand of hair grazed her cheek. She was going to Phoenix for a business brunch with a well-known millionaire who wanted to rent Garvey’s Bar for a whole weekend for himself and his exclusive group of friends. He wanted to rent all the rooms in the hotel, too. The group got together four times a year to partake in sexual activities. The group is so large, exclusive, and rich that they rent out entire locations. This quarter they were looking at the infamous Orgy Bar. They thought the pictures on the website were rustic and wanted to do a western theme. They were willing to pay big bucks for the experience.

Gold is running like a crazy person to outrun everything—to escape his darkest thoughts. 'Am I gay?' His thought only causes him to run faster. It feels as though that question is poison that can kill him. He can't be gay. He doesn't want to be gay. People belittle gay people. They see homosexuality as a flaw. A shortcoming that no matter how many good things he attains, nothing will ever make up for this lapse. It's not even a lapse. A lapse is temporary. Being gay is a perpetual punishment that will haunt him. Soon enough, everyone will get to know him as Gold, the homosexual and not Gold, the best contemporary dancer.