Bathhouse Boy Gets Butt Blasted

So this is going to be my fifth story based on my real life experience. As before, names changed for privacy.

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It was the best opportunity a married man can get: the out of town conference. I only had one of these out of town industry events per year and I had been fantasizing for months.

I'm Allan and I have a history of relying on strangers to help me check off my sexual experience bucket list. Partly because I've never found a partner that has a normal career/life but liked to be freaky or nasty in the bedroom. Mostly because I thought of myself as a newb needing to seek out more experienced deviants.

Which isn't to say I'm young. No, I'm married (second time), 42 years old and while women say I have a great ass and smile I feel like just an average Dad bod. Unfortunately I am on the short size though at 5'5". I weigh in at 170 pounds so I'm pretty average (or so I think). My almost six inch cock isn't huge but I do well enough.

Over the years I've sucked cock and had mine sucked. I've bottomed and I have topped. For me the greatest thing is submission. I love when my partner takes control. My favorite is definitely when my wife Tabby sits on my face naked and grinds to orgasm. She doesn't do it often enough. I wish she would do it after I came inside her. That said there have been guys that are willing to use my face like their flesh light.

If I'm struggling to breathe and unable to resist I can almost cum without a touch. I love it messy. If I'm soaked in spit, or if cum is coating the inside of my mouth and leaking out my nose then that's a successful hookup.

So suffice to say my fantasy and my hope was that I would be getting basted on the inside as I prepped to go to this bathhouse (Steamworks) at the city where the conference was at.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

It's Friday and I'm on the highway travelling North bound. I've dropped an ad on Doublelist to ask if anyone wanted to meet me at the bathhouse on Saturday to show me around (figured it was worth a shot since I was waiting for the very large tank on my truck to fill up). I was halfway to my destination and horny as hell. My middle aged libido was in overdrive. My thoughts were drifting to what the weekend might hold.

I arrived at the hotel at about 2 PM and got an early check in. That gave me a couple of hours before the conference I was attending would start. As I was right by the convention center it meant the hotel was convenient. I could sleep in and then hit day two of the seminar without much travel time.

On the premise of 'networking' I had booked an extra night. I planned for Saturday night to be my night at the Bathhouse.

After getting into the hotel I went through my grooming process. I shaved my head squeaky clean then gave my cock and balls the same treatment. My ass was always challenging to do solo so I trimmed it short first. After that it was a good long shower followed by some of my wife's body lotion. It had a slight coconut smell - particularly if you were close to me. Up close it smelled great smelling it on Tabby always got me going.

Then it was off to the conference. After the Friday sessions I tagged along with some colleagues and went for (quite a few) drinks and some great food. By the time my uber got me back to my hotel I was ready to pass out. No hook up fun Friday but my time was coming.

Saturday sessions dragged on. Both because I was a bit haggard from the night before and also because I couldn't get the deviant thoughts to leave me alone. Eventually the conference ended at 4:30 and it was time to pack up and go home. At least for most people.

Not me - I was prepping for the evening. First a laxative to follow the rather fiber rich items I picked off the lunch menu. by 6:00 I had purged my bowels and was pounding waters to hydrate. By 7:00 I had picked out my clothes and then douched until I was squeaky clean. Still too early so I cued up some porn on my tablet to watch. I spent the next hour and a half edging to gay porn before I took a cold shower.

Then I was off to Steamworks by 9:30 PM - just in time for the crowd or so I thought.

I parked a couple of blocks away, walked to this seedy alleyway backdoor and up some stairs in what used to be an old apartment building where I came upon an atm and a gate access like a club. Only this one wasn't just stamping my hand. They were giving me my key for my locker and my towel.

I walked in through the old crusty door when they buzzed me in and emerged into a different world. The lights were low, neon or blacklight radiated somewhere up in the ceiling - all the walls were only eight feet high meaning all the ceilings were connected just blocked off by netting. A nice touch since it heralded thoughts of BDSM.

As soon as I walked in I saw the lockers. I made my way directly as I started to take stock of people around. An old guy was getting dressed at a locker just about 8 feet away. To the right I could see a sales desk (well a confectionary with refreshments and toys for sale) as I started to undress.

It starts to occur to me my outfit didn't matter. I wore jeans that make my ass look great, and a buttoned shirt that doesn't look douchey with two buttons undone. I smirk as I realize my mistake - clothes were not going to get me laid when I wasn't able to wear them.

Stripping down I then wrapped the towel around my waist, shoved the rest of my belongings in the locker and put the band with the locker key on my wrist. By now I've gotten used to the dim lighting and start walking to go explore this mythical land.

The first area I see has two leather sofas facing each other, a group of three guys and a girl (well someone in a tube top and skirt at least) chatting like friends. I smile and walk past but they don't acknowledge me - which makes sense. I'm sure I am twice the age of any of them.

As I make my way around the first corner I see a guy at the next one groping himself through his towel. Tall guy - easily 6'1", probably mid 50s. Not my thing so I walk passed and around the corner. Here the hallway splits.

As I approach the crossroads I realize the hallway actually continues straight but the gap to the left is a play area and it doesn't take long to figure out what for. On the left is a fuck hole - you know the kind where your upper body is sticking out one end while your lower body is on display or used hanging out the other? Straight ahead is a chair on a small pedestal - for getting serviced and watched at the same time. But to the right the most exciting part - I see gloryholes - easily a dozen of them at eye level. I notice a ramp up to the side which goes behind the wall. This makes sense. The gloryholes on the wall are too high for a cock, but if you are on the ramp on the other side it's the right height. There's even a couple of stools for the cock suckers to use. I figured this would be a fun place to have some cock and get watched.

I waited by the gloryholes for a while to see if anyone is walking by. There's one Arabic guy walking by and he's hung - easily 8" and thick and he's soft. Just strutting with his towel over his shoulder. Shoulder length hair and a bit of a beard. No eye contact - he's just gone. I'll try to smile at him the next time he comes around. I sit by the gloryholes for another five minutes but see no one of interest - at least no one interested in me.

So I get up and walk on by to the next area - and I see I've come to a corridor with private rooms. There's one with a young guy with a corset and garters, texting on his phone, just laying on his stomach. Looks like he's waiting for a friend so I move on.

The other doors are closed. Continuing I realize I am back by the lockers so I turn right and go down another hallway. It's blue in this area but I see an option to go straight and go right. I continue straight passed a sign that reads "Fuck Alley". cornering around the end I see a larger play area - a large king mattress on a platform and there's a couple here. I see the rather obese guy has a cane and is playing two handed with a woman's bits, stretching her out. I notice that she is missing a leg below the calf, her prosthetic on the floor. This was not my kink. No judgement though - I wasn't getting any. I was getting the sense that all body types and all kinks were accepted here. That didn't mean everyone plays with anyone - it just means they respect you and leave you be.

Heading back out I turn the other way and come across a set of stairs going down. I see the Arabic guy heading that way so I follow (not too close). I come out to a tiled area - heavy with steam. There's four or five shower areas on the left with built in tiled seating areas and curtains for privacy - assuming people wanted that.

There's a group of four friends in the tub chatting away. I speculate two couples. Sitting naked in the tub - the two girls on the side with their towels on, one was letting her tits hang out though which showed some nice large areolas. I would have licked, tweaked and sucked them if she gave me the chance.

At this point I was just glad that the normalization of nudity didn't have me popping boners. I said hi as I got in and I got back an affirmative response but quickly realized it wasn't English. It sounded Slavic. I realized they must be a group of four travelers. I'd been in the tub for two minutes when they got up and left. Trying not to make it awkward I just continued relaxing in the tub as I saw them turn and leave out of the corner of my eye.

I noticed the Arabic guy heading upstairs - he must of just come down to use the washroom or clean up. Then I see a new face - a Filipino guy - I'd guess 24 but I am terrible at guessing the age of Asians. He looked timid. He glanced around the hot tub area and headed up. As he left I took stock of him - figured he was shorter than me, younger than me and definitely less weight than me. I'll watch for him.

Since the pool area was cleared out I stepped up too, then headed to the showers to rinse the chlorine off and towel up before heading back upstairs. The next ten minutes were spent just circling the floor, trying to make eye contact with anyone. The Arabic guy seemed to be avoiding my glance - so I took that as disinterest. I saw a few older guys had arrived but again not my thing so I avoided them.

The Filipino guy though - I noticed him making intentional eye contact and smiling. So I smiled back and looked him up and down as we walked past each other. Getting closer I could see more now - and guessed he was probably 5'3" and maybe 140 pounds. Young too - smooth caramel skin.

I figured if he would let me I'd enjoy playing with him so I thought I would make eyes at him more directly (I was new to this so I was awkward and didn't want to make the first move). I was hoping to be submissive, to be courted for sex (not the other way around). As we continued to circle I made direct eyes at him again, this time turning my head to look at him and I caught him looking over his shoulder at me. But he didn't make the first move.

Okay then - next loop I'll do it. So I positioned myself at a corner and waited for him to walk by. A minute later I see that smile, as I'm leaning near one of the corners. As he starts to walk by this time I reach out a hand and put it on his chest to see how he reacts. It obviously got his attention because he steps close to me; really close.

Now for me I don't like to make out with guys - still have my religious background and messed up ideologies - I didn't want to 'go gay'. But I thought I could pretend that this boy was a woman, and try to entice her as such. Then it wouldn't be as bad.

So no words were spoken, I just pulled him closer to me, one arm around his side trying to grasp for his back. I opened my mouth and kissed his lips. He responded by opening his. For about 10 seconds we tongue back and forth and then he smiled, stepped back and walked away.

I guess he is like a girl, because he seemed to enjoy teasing me. I had to think for a moment - was I really making out with a guy? But then I realized that his lips were plump and soft. I figured in this moment that maybe I needed to respect the fact that I was the older man and he was going to need to be the one fondled and caressed.

So the next time he came around I pulled him with me into the corner again and proceeded to pull him in by the back of his head. We kissed again, this time our chests were touching. His skin was smooth unlike my hairy chest. This time he speaks "Come with me".

Curious I follow him thinking maybe he had a private room. We walk past a few doors, round a corner in the private area and then through a door and into his room.

But no - not his room. A booth. Maybe 3 feet by 3 feet. He closes the door and latches it then proceeds to throw himself at me, hands groping my ass and rubbing my back - so I do the same. He pulls back long enough to ask me "Can I suck your cock?"

So in this moment I was thinking that what I came to do and what I might end up doing may not be the same thing. I don't think I'm going to find my top here if everyone I would consider hooking up with is a bottom.

Without much thought I realize that if anyone wants to suck my dick - I'm not about to reject it. So I drop my towel and smile as I push down on both his shoulders. My love of submission means that sometimes I like being dominant instead.

As he squats down he grabs my cock, giving it a couple of tentative strokes before putting his mouth right around it and sucking me in. He takes most of my cock on the first go. At this time I start to run my fingers through his hair. I could tell that he was very clean - long stringy hair - almost like a bowl cut if you could believe it. His hairs was soft like he conditioned it. I hadn't had enough hair to justify conditioner in years.

So he does this a few minutes then pauses to ask "Do you want to fuck me?"

I reply with "I'm kind of here to have some public fun - not in the dark. I want to be seen. How about at the swing by the gloryholes?" He responded that he was too shy and I said I could suck him through the gloryhole - he didn't need to have anyone watch his side. At this time he turns around and reveals a sliding panel on the wall that I hadn't even realized was there.

Then it dawned on me - we were in a gloryhole booth. At this point he opens the door and steps out, closing it behind. A moment later I hear another door close as he gets into the booth beside me. His side of the panel slides up and I can tell he has moved up to the hole. His cock comes through so I can grab it. Now I can return the favor - a couple of strokes and then I suck him into my mouth as deep as I can go. I must be bigger than him because I was able to take him in until his neatly trimmed pubes were tickling my nostrils. He was about 5" and cut.

It dawns on me that I would really have preferred to do this at the gloryhole wall - I wanted to be watched - so I do the next best thing. I open the door wide open. There I am, naked as the day I was born, kneeling on my towel, sucking a stranger's dick (someone I had barely spoken to and didn't even know the name of) as people walked on buy.

I suck him for about five minutes (I had him good and wet, and I was sucking him hands free with my hands interlocked and resting on the wall above my head. Just as I think he is starting to get close he pulls back. I hear some scuffling and then the door to his booth opens. He walks back around to my booth and closes the door behind him.

He asks me "Can you take me back to your place and fuck me?" to which I reply that I just got here and really wanted to play a bit more publicly. I would fuck him but I want to be watched - so maybe later but right now I wanted to see what was out there. He replied with a disappointed acknowledgement and then he was off and walking again.

I pulled my towel back on and started to walk myself, noting that there were a few more people now. I wasn't trying to hide my erection as my towel tented in front of me.

I noticed a new couple had arrived when I saw them emerge out of one of the playrooms. Then I realized they must have arrived before me since the rooms were all sold out before I got there. She was holding his hand, leading him around. She must of been 5'8" and him 5'10". They looked like they were in their late 20's. She was reasonably fit and unless the corset she was wearing was a push up bra she was likely a size D. He had a towel on so I couldn't see his cock but he had some subtle six pack action going on. I smiled at them but neither made eye contact.

No worries, maybe the next loop. As I walked around I saw a couple new guys pulling their pud but neither were really attractive to me - I tend to like guys to be no more than five years older and would prefer if they were younger. I see the Filipino guy walking by again, we pause to swap a kiss as we continue on.

I take a break to get another water (at this point I am still hopeful to find a top to play with so I want to keep hydrated). But alas another ten minutes of looping around and no prospects materializing. I notice the Filipino boy is at the locker area getting dressed, so I walk over to him to ask if he's leaving.

He explains that he takes an hour and a half to get home by bus and needs to leave soon. Worried that I was going to swing and miss for the night I offer to take him back to my hotel in exchange for a ride home. He asked me where it was and I said up by the college campus and he hastily agreed. He cautioned me though that it was a half hour drive after that to drive him home and I said it was no problem, he'd just have to earn the ride home.

So I went to my locker and got dressed, leaving out the front entry we walked down the stairs and then side by side headed back to my pick up truck. Once I pulled out of the parking stall I placed a hand on his thigh (not easy over the center console). We made small chat. I told him about my job and that I was from out of town and at a conference. He told me he was a student at the college near my hotel. He asked me how old I was so I told him I was 42 and married. Then he asked me to guess his age, with a sly grin. I said I am terrible at that game so not to be offended.

I threw out 23 thinking that wouldn't insult him. He laughed and said "I'm 34".

Yeah I can't guess Asian's ages. As we pulled into the parking lot of my hotel I backed into a stall not too far from the entrance. When we entered the lobby I was a bit nervous that the young front desk clerk would know I had just brought a young hookup back to my room. She didn't seem to notice.

As I swiped the card and pushed open the room door he followed me in. I flipped on the lights and asked him if he needed to use the washroom to which he said yeah.

I get into the room, clear the bed of my clothes and start to get undressed. I hear the toilet flush and then the sink running. When he comes out I am in my underwear and waiting for my turn in the washroom. I tell him I want him to get naked and lay down on my bed for the first position "Cause once I finish getting ready I'm putting my nuts in your mouth".

I went into the washroom to piss away some of the water I had been drinking - thinking that the reason I had made such a provocative demand is because it's how I wanted to be spoken to. In this case however I decided to switch and be the top. I had decided I was going to use this boy to get myself off and that I was going to bury my cock in his ass before the night was done, like I had been hoping someone would have done to me.

After finishing my piss and washing up I walk into the bed area and see my bitch on the bed. His cock is soft and his head is on the pillows. I laughed and said "that won't do". Grabbing his ankles I tugged him down the bed until his knees were bent and hanging off. Then in an act of domination I made one large step right up onto the bed and then stepped up with the other, one foot on each side of his thighs. I confidently walked forward until I was standing over his chest. Then I kneeled down, trapping his arms between my thighs so I could straddle his face. I told him to "Open up." and when he complied I dropped my clean trimmed nut sack into his mouth.