Bathhouses can be hot. They can also be disastrous.
Upon leaving my hotel with a friend, we hopped into the cab of a very cute Latino driver who chatted us up immediately. As we headed toward the gay strip in town, my bud asked about what places we could anticipate for fun tonight. The cabbie asked for what we were looking and my friend just mentioned fun.
“EXACTLY what kind of fun?” the cute Latino driver pressed.
I sat silently in the back seat as my friend rattled off ideas and finally settled on “where the hot men are tonight.”
The cabbie then listed the bars on the strip and a few other places in town before continuing: “If you’re looking for a bathhouse, I know where one is too.”
“Oh?” my friend asked. “REALLLLLLLLYYYY.”
We were dropped off in front of the “hot” bar in town where Latino men frequented. After a drink (and finding nothing much to look at) we wandered over to a couple of more places before finally hoofing it to the strip bar.
As someone lucky enough to be from the Atlanta area where fully nude dancers swing dick at Swinging Richards, I found it a little lame (and a little too well lit). Still, the drag queen behind the bar poured well and we spent the bulk of the evening enjoying ourselves before heading to the cab.
My friend surprisingly hopped into the warmth of the cab and ordered us to the one bathhouse the previous cabbie had mentioned.
Executive Health Club
402 Austin Street
San Antonio, TX 78215
The look of the parking lot proved to be the first giveaway and I almost — unfortunately, almost — suggested we move on. But we went in and paid the fee.
Prices may have been executive but the place turned out to be less than impressive. First, the owners seemed very interested in the activities of the guest, seeming to wander the halls with flashlights. One always seemed to be mopping floors near the guests (what few there were) and ignoring the filthy state of other places (including my own room).
Provided lighting, when available, turned out to be fluorescent. Yes, bright and unforgiving. No space turned out of be dark and with the hosts wandering the halls with bright LED beams of light, we were soon deciding to leave.
Very soon. Three guests other than us — none appealing to either. We were soon out of our towels and back into street clothes.
827 East Elmira Street
San Antonio, TX 78212
A quick Google check soon put us headed to a place called ACI and, just inside the door, we were decidedly happier with the opportunities available here. The lighting a much better option already, we were buzzed in and off to find our rooms in the maze.
And a maze it turned out to be. I don’t think I could retrace to even suggest a layout for how the ACI was organized. As we ventured into the shadowed places and hallways that twisted around the place, we noticed the men. Lots of men. Fat and skinny, smokers and non, young and old, normal and buff, hot and not.
A much, much better choice indeed.
We stripped down and head wandered off in separate directions after a brief float in a spa.
The first few rounds, I attempted to figure out my placement (and where potential hotties might lurk). My assessment of the hottie situation soon degraded into my understanding that this particular bathhouse turned out to be among the more complex mazes I’ve tried to solve.
But as I finally got my bearings a little, I soon discovered the shadows where men of all sizes lurked, many of them hot. In one room, wearing his boots and briefs, sat a man who obviously was military. He avoided my gaze, but I took in his six-foot-six frame, wide but smooth chest the rest of his exposed body. But I never ventured close enough to threaten him or even creep him out.
Among others, a lanky Latino with smooth body and a mohawk haircut, a shorter, thin athlete with a tiny cock jerked in the open for hopes of attracting something for his mouth. But I was on an ass-hunt.
I stopped in one playroom, built literally with four levels that would allow for three of the four users to have their cocks sucked comfortably. He approached me directly. At five-foot-six or so, his small frame certainly enticed me. There’s something about fucking a smaller man, watching my cock disappear into his tiny body.
He dropped his towel and reached for my cock. This gave me opportunity to brush my fingers down the small of his back and over his ample, plush ass. As I reached his hole, I tapped it with my middle finger. It was moist and twitched open as I touched it.
“You want to fuck me?” his first words to me, as he bent down to suck me.
“Yes,” I muttered back.
His head bobbed on my already hard cock. He paused, my cock in his grip: “You have a room?” And back to work, slicking my cock up.
“Yes,” again a one-word response, but I was enjoying this game.
When he paused next, he stood and we walked to my room. As we plodded down the darkened hallways, I got lost yet again but after he got the room number, he guided us ably. We approached the room and I passed in the hallway another vision of beauty. Perfectly muscled and about five-nine, an Asian man. A tattoo armband surrounded his bicep.
I stared into his eyes as we passed and reached the room. He turned around. While Latino stood on my right, Asian stood on my left. Both waiting for me to open the door. Soon it was open and we all three stepped into the room and closed it. Towels dropped. Asian muscle many laid down and I made the first move, diving to his cock.
I’d already sensed who Asian was. His type. A passive. One who arrived to be worshiped. One you laid back and would let anything happen. ANYTHING.
My Latin friend joined me in the cock worship and found the most unusual manscaping. From the top of his cock up to his bellybutton, he had a perfectly smooth but distinctly linear treasure trail. He’d shaved the rest. His chest was so smooth although the tanned roughness allowed me to see this man worshiped the sun.
I found his perk nipples, about a quarter radius and standing up like pointy cones. I nibbled and licked, crossing the muscular divide to find the other nipple. Then we kissed. Was aggressive, the one non-passive thing he did.
With my Latino working Asian’s cock I stood and walked around to behind him, looking at his smooth ass with just a touch of hair down the crack. I positioned my cock at his hole and he reached back, opening it wide to make it receptive.
Tonight, I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to eat his ass and the condom tucked under Latino’s taut armband didn’t make be pause. I found it and pushed inside him.
I slid inside with resistance… not from him but from a lubed ass that had opportunity to dry out some. But soon my cock slid in and out without any resistance. So I fucked and fucked hard. I could have popped at any moment but I waited.
Latino had done as I had hoped. After sucking Asian’s cock, he’d moved to his balls and ass. Asian’s legs were up and his ass exposed. I’d reached up and touched his moist hole, which opened up immediately.
So I pulled out and pushed Latin out of my way. I approached Asian who left his legs up and hole exposed. I simply put my cock head at his hole and pushed all the way in. one movement.
Asian grunted but never pulled away. He asked for the poppers, but his passive position stayed intact and I continued to use all my force to fuck his ass. It was tighter and without a doubt the hole I wanted more. The dear Latino tolerated the intensity between us, rubbing against me.
I took the poppers, snorted and did what I intended.
I bred him.
I just let my spunk fly on the sly into his hole. I never grunted or changed pace. I just bred him silently and quickly. Relishing it. Enjoying the feel of my cock covered with own on cum and ass juices mingling together in this muscle boy’s raw ass.
I would pull out and fuck the Latino some more, using my cum covered cock. When I finally pretended to cum, in his ass, Asian man stood up immediately and left. Latino boy lingered a while longer before he left.
One thought he got my load but didn’t. One thought he missed my load, but he got it.
Both were thoroughly fucked.