San Diego Gay Bathhouse Novels & Stories

Am I one of those whores now? I’ve heard enough rumours and stories about the wants of human men, my mind immediately assumes shifters are ten times more depraved. The more possibilities I considered the more rapid my breathing became, my hands began trembling all over again. Martha saw my flustering panic and said soothingly, “it is a women only bathhouse at this time of day, designed to aid your recovery dear. You shall be brought back here after…if that is acceptable?”

“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 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.

Kalex looked at me and I just laughed at him. after greeting him we went to the rest house of the Santiago, it has a big brown with a few parts is a golden gate. as soon as you enter the two pools are open there, one is a hot spring that releases lukewarm water, the larger one is the main pool which is not as cold as the water. "Wow! Your rest house is beautiful, eh." Lindsey said in amazement. "'Yun oh! There's billiards." Trop said loudly and approached the same pool table.

That single word set off so many different emotions in me, but anywhere that Diego was would never be home for me. When we arrive at Diego’s condo, I set Geo down so that he can take the place in. “Where’s the bathroom?” He asks, letting his dark gaze travel around the place. “I want a bath.” “It’s this way.” Diego responds. “If you want, I can help you.” “Nope,” Geo counters. “Mommy will help.” Not giving Diego the opportunity to respond, Geo grabs me and pulls me in the direction that Diego pointed out while Diego and Landon watch on.

"You said it was a mixed bath, why am I only seeing men here. And not just any type of men but the ugly ones!?" Dante chuckled, his deep voice echoing in the small bath pool. "That's because women don't frequent this place. But that was it was advertised. A mixed bath. You can g****e it. Now, why don't you take off that towel and join me in the pool. I feel so lonely." He added, giving me a sympathetic look.