Time has a way of sweeping past us; today becomes tomorrow's fading memories, and the seasons quickly pass as we move forward. Art and Pat Kline stayed on fast the 30 days, and now we have entered school at the University of Washington. It was hard at first for the guys settling for sex on the weekends, but to win the national title in basketball, the sacrifice they agreed was worth the investment in our skills as players.
The school had brought with it the educational part of the journey. Our mornings were spent in class, afternoons at the gym, and evenings during the week with tutors. I had been so struck by Art's words concerning sexuality; it had been a while since I had sexual relations.
The world had returned to a new norm, no stock market, many businesses still operated by the government, and my investment in real estate and business had expanded beyond my wildest dreams.
The contractors I use had finished the new steam room early, for which I paid a nice bonus. It opened this coming weekend. The other would be closing this week, torn down and rebuilt as the site of the gay brothel since the state had approved prostitution, needing the tax revenue it would bring. The law goes into effect in January, and our contractors said they could meet that deadline by working 24/7.
I had the entire varsity basketball team staying at the house. They were not all gay, though with sports, that doesn't matter when you are planning to win. Following the financial bombshell we had gone through as a world, I was not entertained as much. The Seattle city council and the mayor had sold us the three stadiums, parking, and such. The problem was that there were no professional teams at this time and no one with the money to field them. My staff had turned them into the expo and music venues for now. Low entry fees went to the promoters so they could pay for the events. We made our money off the concessions. There was talk pro sports would return in 2-3 years as the leagues worked on a way to make it happen. We planned to own all of Seattle's baseball, basketball, football, hockey, and soccer teams. Our corporation, Burns Enterprises, was making more money for me now than before the world's financial problems. Now that you're updated let's get to the opening of Seattle's Bath and Bed.
Our new steam room was three times the size of the building we just vacated. The first floor had ten STD checking stations, 300 lockers past the entrance door, with 10 four-headed shower heads. The remainder of the area was the new steam room. All marble, built as a maze, with cubbyholes for men to sit and have sex. Seating was throughout the labyrinth, following the path it had built into it. A powerful room below the maze produced steam, adding a pleasant scent.
The next floor had a sauna with seating for around 100 men, and wooden benches were built with two levels. This was built in the middle, with rooms rented with a 7-hour limit on the outside walls. They had a bed, nightstand, and a locker under the bed for the renters. Next to the sauna were rooms built with glory holes.
The third floor included a dry maze, a room with slings, sawhorses, whipping stations, and rooms for rent around the outside interior walls. Televisions were located throughout the building.
On the fourth floor was a production studio. We made several large rooms with props available for those who would like to have their adventures filmed. We offered a one-hour slot with two different price structures, one for those who wanted the original and one who just wanted a copy and would allow us to show their film on our website, available to view by paid subscribers. We also had several channels for live-action people could buy into, talking with our models.
Floors five through seven were available for overnight rentals, much like our hotel, and eight through 12 were for staff. These were apartments discounted for the staff to rent. Each floor was accessible by elevator; we also had a stairway for the first three floors. If you had a pass card, the elevator only went to the third floor.
Grand Opening was set for noon. The line was wrapped around the block; our parking garage was almost full when we arrived at 11. We bought a second limo when the team moved in with me. Everyone, even the straight guys, came to check the place out with us. Both limos and a car for security arrived at the front; the parking was blocked off for us. When I got out of the vehicle, the place erupted in cheers. What a bunch of horny guys.
When we got in, the manager had us go through the test stations to see how this worked with a group of people. Fairly efficient. I had an apartment upstairs, so we headed there to disrobe and wrap ourselves in a towel.
Returning down, we walked through the maze and each floor to check them out. The recording studio was ready for action with three rooms set up. Televisions were on in the halls and spaces throughout the building, with a selection of over 20 gay films to watch with various positions available.
At noon the lights were dimmed, and guys started flowing into the testing station before being granted entrance. We didn't expect any positives since our practice of being a safe place was well known. The slowest part was processing membership, so one of the staff went outside and handed out a registration card to those who were not members. Rooms and lockers were rented out well.
With a steady flow of people coming into Seattle Bath and Bed, this would be a money-making venture. I paid cash for everything we have done, so there is no interest; the money only restocks what I spent. The staff dressed in blue jockstraps with the word STAFF across the pouch. They were welcome to play with anyone during their breaks and when they were not working. The jocks were our way of telling who the staff was.
Most guys had searched for a partner to satisfy their sexual lust. A couple of the straight guys had stayed near me though they were watching the action as we walked through. Art also was walking with me. He had told me earlier in the week that his brother Pat had met someone on campus, and they were meeting here. He had rented a room for them to meet up. Art said it was serious; he and his brother had stopped having sex. They had the same room, but Art asked if I could get him his room at the house which I did on Wednesday.
Walking through the steam room, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I am used to people reaching out to touch, and my security detail usually intercedes, pushing them away. I saw them on both sides of me, but I still had this hand on me. I stopped, turned around, and it was Art. He asked if we could duck into one of the cubby units. He wanted to talk with me.
"In truth," Art said, "My brother and I have not had sex in about a month. He met his friend on campus this past summer, and they have been going out since June; it wasn't until last month he asked to only be intimate with him."
His big blue eyes looked like he was ready to cry. I grabbed him and pulled Art tight against me. I felt one then tear falls from his face onto my skin.
"I am sorry, but as you told me, finding that one special person is what it is all about. You called me out; I haven't been with anyone since that day at the end of spring. It seemed you knew everything about me, and I have been watching you because I want to know everything about you."
Art pulled himself tighter against me, his lips brushed against mine as they moved into hugging.
"I am at a loss for words," Art said. "I don't want to rush anything. My heart says one thing; my head says there is no way Brad Burns would go out with me, that he could like, even love someone of stature; I mean, I count my money each month to make sure I can make it, I know you give us a nice salary for working for you, but my brother and I send half back to help our parents. And..."
"Shush, I would take you on a date. I don't look at money; I look at heart. People always take advantage of me; I know they are; they think they are pulling something past me. You never have. As I said, I have been watching you. I think I am taking advantage of you. I want you so bad. I want to kiss those sad blue eyes and make them brighten. I want to take your fears of the future and make them the best days of your life. You are like no one I have ever met, and I do not want this moment to speed by as so many do."
"Will you make love to me right here?" he asked, speaking so quietly I almost didn't hear him. "I want you to fuck me, and then I want to fuck you."
"Okay, but this is the deal tonight. I want you to spend the night with me, and I can properly give you the attention you deserve in the privacy of my room."
"Thank you," Art said.
I asked my security if he had any lube in his pouch. He reached in and handed me a bottle. I lubed Art's ass and my cock, and had him get on his knees on the seat and lean forward. I inserted my cock, slowly, then with firm pressure until the water from the steam was on his buttocks, slapped against my balls as I stroked my cock inside of him. The room was so full of noise I didn't know if it was coming from him or me, are the other people exploring their sexuality. No matter; I finally let my load flood his ass.
Helping him to stand, I took time to thoroughly kiss his luscious lips, my tongue exploring inside his mouth. I handed him the lube, he repeated the process, and I enjoyed his cock and cum filling me. I was looking forward to tonight, prolonged lovemaking.
We used the restroom, showered, and continued to walk around; this time, his hand was in mine, enjoying the day.
We got home, and everyone joined the table for dinner. Some guys watched some television, others went to the gym to work out, and others headed to our bedrooms for the night. I told Art if he wanted, he could move into my bedroom. He went off to gather his things, handing me his room key. I showed him which drawers he could have, and he could hang his things on the side of the walk-in closet. We cleaned up, showered, and went to bed.
I had strong feelings for Art since I met him. How do you know you have found that special one in your life? I was not going to make any major decisions right now, but I felt a bond I had never had.
We got into bed and immediately started making out; I was on top of Art, our cocks pressed against each other, his hands on my ass, pulling me tight against him as we kissed. My hands were tweaking his tits, his mouth was sucking on my lower lip, then he slid his tongue in, and we started exchanging kisses internally with our tongues. We both enjoyed kissing and did so for a prolonged period.
