Bathhouse

He had lost a bet, and now he stood in front of the nondescript building staring at the double doors leading to the decadent interior. If Ryan didn’t go through with this the man who’d won the bet would get his car. It wasn’t just any car, it was a fully restored, near-mint condition 1977 racing green Corvette. His baby, his pride and joy, and the reason why he now took a deep breath and pushed past the outer doors into the lobby of the bathhouse.

It was so much for a locker and a little more for a small room. The rooms were big enough to have a bed, a chair and a tiny table. A man could rest in here, masturbate in here, or fuck in here. A man could walk around in his underwear, or wearing only a towel. He could not walk about naked since they preferred and asked that you put something on to give the appearance of decency should the police burst in.

Why had he ever taken that damn bet? The odds had been against him from the start, and now here he was, in a tiny room, wearing a towel over his underwear, and reading over the “rules and regulations” taped to the back of the door. One rule was don’t go looking for conversation. The men here were not interested in exchanging names and numbers and pleasantries. The only pleasantries they wanted were to get jerked off, sucked, or fucked. Anonymously, of course. If you recognised anyone in here you pretended you didn’t. You had never met. You used condoms, for safety sake. Even in the black room. Whatever that was.

Part of the bet was to walk around, use the showers, and be seen. There was a spy in here, to be certain he followed the orders or else handed over the slips to his car. So with teeth gritted Ryan went out into the hall. Every wall had a poster reminding the occupants to use a condom, to be safe, and not to play around with their health as they played with another’s cock.

He hadn’t expected there to be any women in here. He’d known from the first they were strictly forbidden from the bathhouse. Making his way towards the showers Ryan was startled at the men he saw. He had believed that gay men all had that look, that kind of feminine appearance, that gay thinness of body, and the tendency to wave their hands all the time. But he learned something new as he walked down the halls. A few reminded him of his description of a gay male, but he passed a sophisticated older man with greying hair. Here was a guy with washboard stomach and muscular arms. Over there he spotted a man he would have sworn was a father of two with a dog, a wife and a house with a mortgage. It boggled the mind the differences in the men with their skin of every colour from pale white-pink to bronze, and from olive to dark chocolate. It was nearly a smorgasbord of men, to satisfy any and every gay taste in their male counterpart.

He felt slightly wary in the shower, wondering if anyone would grab him as he soaped down. Ryan wasn’t sure of the etiquette here, and if a man would leave him alone if he rejected him. It was disconcerting for a straight man to find himself naked in the showers with four other men he knew for a fact sucked cock and fucked asses. He didn’t know what they would expect of him, and that made him wary.

He could feel their eyes boldly raking over his body as he washed, especially when he soaped his cock. And more shocking than anything else was his reaction. Ryan’s dick twitched, and as he rubbed a soapy thumb over the head a thrill shot up his body. His hand slid down to his balls, lifting them to wash beneath them, rubbing soap over them. Another thrill raced through him and his dick again twitched and swelled slightly. He didn’t want to walk around this place with a hard-on. He didn’t want anyone to think he was looking for some action.

Rinsing he felt the hot spray ease his muscles, and he shut his eyes for a moment to enjoy it. “Nice cock,” a voice stated beside him.

Eyes flying open Ryan glanced over to see a black man soaping down. The suds barely clung to broad shoulders and muscular chest. Some bubbles dribbled down his flat belly to disappear in the tangle of springy curls from which a very swollen and hard cock stood at attention. He was washing it, though it looked more like he was using the soap as a lubricant because his hand slowly moved from the base near his balls all the way to the head where he gave a small squeeze before sliding his hand down towards his balls again.

The skin of his cock was like milk chocolate, the veins a purple-black. A thick black thumb found that sensitive spot beneath the head rud rubbed back and forth across it, and a drop of pre-cum leaked out of the tiny lips at the head, and mingled with the soap. Then the broad dark hand slid down the shaft and curled around the pouch beneath and the long fingers gently squeezed and softly tugged. Thick thighs were spread slightly, dark hips jutted towards Ryan as the man grasped his cock again and stroked it once more. More pre-cum leaked out, dribbling down the head, and was caught by the stroking hand and spread down the shaft as if it were a lotion.

Realising he was staring avidly at a man masturbating Ryan backed up, and shook his head. “I’m not into that.”

“Really?” The other man’s eyes fell to Ryan’s cock. “You sure about that, man?”

Ryan glanced down, and in mortification found his own cock rigid and nearly purple with pre-cum clinging to the tiny lips of the head. The urge to grasp it hard and to pump it until he shot a load of cum was so strong his knees trembled. He had never felt this hard before. Not even that time he’d got his girlfriend pissed drunk at a club and talked her into letting that woman on her other side finger fuck her under the table.

The other man took a step closer, the head of his cock just brushing Ryan’s cock-head. “Ever sucked dark meat?”

In a panic Ryan stumbled back, eyes wide, and his cock twitching. When the other guy’s cock had touched his he’d felt a strong jolt tighten his balls and his belly. Grabbing his towel he slung it around his hips and bunched his boxers in his hand as he hurried out of the showers. What the fuck was happening to him? How the hell could he get so turned on watching another man play with himself?

Lost in his fears and thoughts he got turned around in the bathhouse, and didn’t recognise where he was. “Shit!” he cursed, trying hard to ignore the insistent throb of his dick beneath the towel. The slightly rough texture of the material felt like a damn caress on his cock, and every step kept him in a state of horss tss that beat any he’d ever been in before. He wanted to find his room, rip off the towel, and jack off until he eased the pain of arousal and left his cum on the sheets, and then he’d go home. He’d done what he had to do, and now he could go home without the fear of losing his car. Debt paid.

The sounds of voices got his attention. He could ask someone to point him in the direction of his room. The sooner he got out of here the better. He didn’t like how his dick was starting to behave as if he was a gay male. He liked pussy, not cock. The only ass he wanted to plunge into was a woman’s.

What he saw were a half dozen males gathered by this doorway, all grinning and watching something that was going on across the threshold. With morbid curiosity he neared to peer inside also. At first he only saw a dark room. Blinking he realised the walls were painted black, and the only light filtering inside came from the hall. Leaning closer to the doorway he squd tod to see what had everyone’s attention since he doubted it was just darkness that did.

Ryan’s eyes took a moment to adjust, and once they did he hissed in a sharp breath. Against one wall a man stood with his ass protruding out and behind him another man was pumping his cock in and out of said ass. Another wall had a big biker type man pressed against it, moaning with his head back. At first Ryan couldn’t figure out what he was doing, but he shifted, and now it was plain to see his cock was shoved through a fair sized hole to stick out at the other side where he figured someone was sucking on it. Beside him was a man on his knees, sucking on a ruby tipped cock that someone from the other side was poking into the dark room. Behind the kneeling man was another who rubbed his dick all ovhe ohe offered ass. The biker type pulled away from the wall suddenly, and gripped his dick in one hand to stroke and shake until a spurt of hot jism shot out and hit the wall, and then a shorter burst of cum.


Ryan panted, stunned by the display, and feeling the hungry pain in his crotch and belly again. He needed to ease it. He needed to find his room so he could jack off, and then get the hell out of here. His legs refused to move, and he glanced down to see his right hand was up the towel he wore and gripping his cock near the base. There was no stopping himself from sliding his hand to the head and squeezing slightly as the thumb rubbed the tip near the tiny lips, and clear pre-cum leaked out.

A sound drew Ryan’s eyes up. The dark skinned man from the showers was devouring the sight of him masturbating with his gaze. Grabbing Ryan’s shoulders he drew him into the dark room, and shoved him up against a wall. The denial that he wanted to shout was choked on as the man placed his hand over Ryan’s, and helped him to pump at his cock. Their gazes locked, and a battle of wills silently went on. Ryan’s gaze denied he wanted the man to touch him, but the other’s smugly dared him to push him away and leave.

Ryan couldn’t push him away. His body rebelled against that homophobic part of his brain that screamed in outrage. As far as his body was concerned another man’s touch on his genitals was more than welcomed.

A new sensation made him shiver. A thick and steely cock was probing between his legs, sliding beneath his balls so the tip rimmed the crease of his ass. Ryan caught the man’s hips to push him away, but instead kept pulling him near when his cock slid nearly completely out from between his legs. He wanted to crouch, to give the other man more access to spots that suddenly were burning for attention. Maybe find out how it felt to have a cock-head graze his ass-hole. Maybe learn the sensation of thick thighs ramming between his.

A startled whimper trembled off Ryan’s lips when the realisation that he wanted this big black skinned man to fuck him hit home. The protest that he was not gay was feeble and unconvincing, even in his own mind. And then disappeared completely as moist lips clamped onto his throat and sharp teeth tugged and scraped. Those same lips burned a trail down his collarbone, over his chest and to ultra-sensitive nipples, and to a belly that tensed and fluttered in excitement.

Would the man suck him off? The hope that he would made Ryan’s dick twitch and ache. Staring down he watched a pink tongue swirl and dance over his hips, through his thatch of brown pubic curls, and over thighs that shivered and clenched, but did not touch his engorged shaft. A dark hand cupped his balls, rolled them in the palm, and gently squeezed and tugged. Ryan thrust his hips out eagerly, his legs braced wide enough apart to give his ‘lover’ full access. Crouched there he looked impressive, his face at a level with Ryan’s cock, and lower down his own ebony lance thrust proudly towards his navel. It was thick and criss-crossed with those purple-black veins he remembered so well from spying them earlier.

“Oh fuck, yes!” Ryan couldn’t stop the words escaping, or the drawn out way they spewed from his lips as that pink tongue finally snaked from the base of his cock to the head, encircled it, and flicked all the pre-cum off the tip. Fleshy lips opened wide, and in fascination Ryan watched the man gulp him in inch by inch until his balls hit the chin. The tongue pressed against his cock, and slid against it as the mouth drew back slowly until he was nearly fully out only to suck him in once more. It was heaven; it was hotter and tighter than any pussy he’d ever delved into. It was forbidden, and therefore felt so damn good he wanted to grip the man by his springy curls and pump hard and fast in and out of his mouth.

A finger slipped beneath his balls to find that one sensitive spot where some skin protruded, and manipulated it in a way that had Ryan nearly bucking against the other man’s face. “Shit, I’m gonna cum!” he panted.

His cock was slid out of that warm cavernous mouth and a large hand jerked at it aggressively. Ryan watched in fascination as his hot cream jetted out and sprayed the face inches away. The release was so intense he began to slide down the wall, but his partner wasn’t done yet and turned him so his chest was pressed into the wall.

Ryan was afraid the man would sodomise him, but instead he felt a probing cock-head between his legs again and tickling his balls. Squirming back he jutted his ass out, and reached back a hand to stroke at a strong dark thigh. Hips smacked into his ass cheeks as the other man pumped against him. His partner pulled back slightly, used big hands to part the firm cheeks of Ryan’s ass, carefully placed his swollen shaft between the cheeks, and then let them go so they encased him like a bun did a sausage. The friction of sliding up and down the crease created a pleasurable heat that soon had him grunting and pulling back to watch his steamy jism erupt all over that virgin ass.

Leaning into the white man he gave a satisfied little smirk even as a hand clamped on one pale ass cheek and gave an affectionate squeeze. “You get to keep your car, man.”

Ryan’s eyes flew open, and he tensed. The warm male body that had been pressed into his was gone now, and he caught sight of it disappearing out of the dark room. Before he could mull over the ramifications of what had happened he hurried out and finally stumbled onto his room. It had only been a lost bet, but it had changed the course of his life forever.