During my years attending the University of Texas in Austin, I spent many Friday and Saturday evenings hanging around downtown, mostly cruising up and down 6th Street and the adjacent avenues. Occasionally I enjoyed a drink or a dance, but mostly I was looking for close, sexual companionship. While enjoying a drink at The Blue Moon, I picked up a flyer that advertised a bath house nearby. I had heard of such places, but had never really had the nerve to visit one. This one was newly opened, or so the flyer stated, and was simply named The Spa. It was located some miles away from downtown, so I made a note to drive by later in the week.
On Tuesday night, I made that drive-by. I found a building that looked very much like a small office block. In fact, it was located among other similar buildings, with wide, empty parking lots, and well-manicured shrubs and small trees lining the walks. The only thing separating this building from the others was a complete lack of windows. The only one I saw was mounted high in the only door I saw leading to the parking lot. That lot only had four cars parked in it. I cruised through and paused near the door. A small sign mounted beside the door read The Spa, and gave the hours of operation. I took note, and then read the display on my ten-year-old Camaro's dashboard. It was only 8:15pm. The sign clearly stated that during weekdays, Monday thru Thursday, the club opened at 8pm, and closed at 6am. During the weekends, Friday and Saturday, it was open from Noon on Friday to Midnight on Sunday. Odd hours, I thought.
I pulled away with the information in my head, and the idea to return that weekend. It didn't take many visits before I was hooked on the wonderful anonymity of casual encounters within the dark, often damp walls of The Spa.
On one of my earliest visits to The Spa, I hooked up with a couple, two men who were in a top-bottom relationship and were looking for a third. I was in the sauna enjoying the heated, moist air. I had taken a seat on the upper tiled level with my legs parted to display my flaccid wears for any who might want to look. I wasn't particularly looking to hook up that evening, but I also wasn't going to turn away any would-be takers. A few men had come and gone over the half hour I had sat there in the steam, though none seemed interested in a mid-twenties college student.
Many of the men who visited during the early evening hours were married men, usually on their way home after a long day at the office. They all would tell their spouses that they were stopping in at the gym, or going for a quick round of golf, before heading home to dinner. They were stopping in at The Spa to get their cocks sucked off, or to suck off a cock, or maybe even venture into the debauchery of giving or getting anal sex. I often wondered how many men went home to kiss their loved ones before dinner with a load of cum sloshing around their belly or bowels. I'm sure some even had one of my loads aboard when they sat down at the dinner table to discuss their day with their loved ones.
On this evening, the two men who joined me in the sauna were very much a couple, and not heading home to an over-weight wife. I would later learn their names as Dylan, the top, and Drew, the bottom. Dylan wore a ball cap in the sauna, I suppose to make it easier for his submissive bottom Drew to find him. I thought it trashy for anyone to wear anything other than a watch in the wet areas of The Spa, but what did I care. To each his own, I guess. As I sat on the upper level enjoying the heat, they moved to sit on the lower level. I could see both men eyeing me and my crotch, and it wasn't long before my cock began to grow thick in anticipation. First Dylan and then Drew began to caress my legs. I lay back and let them proceed, thus silently inviting them to do as they pleased.
After a few gentle strokes of my thighs, Dylan's hand found my growing cock and his fingers wrapped around my manhood. I sighed as he began to stroke my cock with firm strokes to full arousal. At the same time, Drew had taken hold of his top's cock and was stroking it to full strength. I was beginning to think this was about as far as things were going to go after a few minutes, when Dylan leaned over to Drew and whispered an order. Drew was happy to obey and turned to accept my cock into his mouth, guided there by one of Dylan's hands around my shaft and the other at the back of his head. With a single, forced plunge, Drew took my entire eight inches into his throat and held it there, with Dylan's insistence, for a good thirty seconds. My cock was squeezed by Drew's throat muscles as he slipped his tongue out to caress my scrotum. I sighed heavily at the welcomed warmth of the forced throating and probably would have emptied my load within another minute had Dylan not allowed his slave-boy to withdraw.
Drew's mouth released my cock after that initial plunge and he sat back to again turn his manual attentions to his master's cock. Dylan leaned closer to me and asked, "Would you like to join us, in our room? He wants you to fuck him."
I hesitated a moment, not real sure about where things might be headed, but I was confident I could handle anything they might throw at me, and the tingling in my balls that just a single, deep throating plunge had started had me eager to discover what else Drew could do for me.
"That sounds like fun," I replied and with Dylan pulling Drew ahead of me out of the sauna by the strap that was obviously tightly wrapped around the submissive's cock, we left the wet area and entered the maze. After just a few turns, Dylan opened a door with his key and I followed the couple in.
The chamber was what was called a suite at The Spa, with a full-sized bunk as opposed to the twin-sized ones in many of the rooms. This one was dark and I could make out their clothing hanging on the hooks behind the door as I closed it. The lighting was dim and I could just make out Dylan settling into the corner of the bunk. His legs were thrown wide and Drew obediently climbed up onto the bunk and latched his mouth to his master's offered cock. This presented his slender waist high in the air above his tucked in knees as his head began to bob up and down the length of Drew's cock.
I hadn't been with many master/slave couples in my years, and really didn't enjoy the scene too much. Dylan said, "Go ahead, fuck him up the ass. He loves this shit." With that, he smacked his hand down across the kneeling man's ass, causing him to grunt. My cock was throbbing and in need of some action, so I obediently, as if under Dylan's spell of command already, moved onto the bunk behind Drew's upturned ass and began to stroke his crack.
