A gay story: Houston Bathhouses Ch. 01 Just as an intro, these stories I write are all true from my personal experiences. I have been married to the same woman for 35 years, so I really have no outlets to tell these stories except this one. This will be the first of a number of bathhouse stories I will share from Houston. I also have some stories from Dallas, Chicago, and Cleveland. I live near Houston, but I travel to those other cities for work often.
I wrote a while back about a gay massage that I had at a bathhouse in San Francisco. The massage was pretty good, it was the first time I ever had a happy ending from a gay man. I do not consider myself gay, which you may find strange after these stories. Here are my reasons for this. (Please comment if you have an opinion on this, or can explain my actions better than I can…)
I do not find men attractive. I don’t look at any of these men and rate them on attractiveness, my goal is just to have sexI have no interest in having a relationship with a guy. I hardly even have small talk with themI am still VERY attracted to women. A pair of big tits or nice legs gets my engine running every time. If there was a free use sexual spa that was men and women, I would move in.I actually keep my ipad with me when I go to these bathhouses. I occasionally go back to my room to watch straight porn, in order to get charged up to have sex.After the massage in San Francisco I followed it up with a gay massage in Philadelphia. This was at a small private massage parlor. I have been there a few times now. The last time I had a 4 hand massage, where the masseuse had a young (20ish) kid join in. It was fun, but not great. There are a lot of options for private gay massages in Houston. I have a hard time picking one over the other, because they all have a photo of themselves, and I just do not have an ability to see one as better looking than another.
Instead of finding a masseuse, I decided to see if Houston had a gay bath house. As it turns out there is one. Club Houston. I had a very light schedule one day and I decided to go check it out.
When you walk in, there is a guy at a desk behind glass. This is where you have to show ID (they hold onto your ID) sign in and pay. Still not understanding the deal, I just rented a locker. The other choices are to actually rent a room. They have about a hundred of them. The rooms go from a single with a small single bed and about 30 inches walking space from it to the wall, to double rooms with queen sized beds to rooms with TV’s (4 or 5 gay porn channels) and also a few deluxe rooms that have sex apparatus. One room has a swing, and one has some kind of rack. I couldn’t figure out what to do with it.
The rental periods are very strict. You can only rent for six hours, you cannot rent more than 1 six hour period in 24 hours, and you cannot exit the site and return during your six hour period.
Finally, after you sign in and pay, the guy gives you a towel and buzzes you in. 99% of guys only wear the towel.
I will describe the place a bit to give you the lay of the land. The first floor is filled with a large lounge type area with couches and tv’s. You never see more than one or 2 people here. Nudity is not allowed, so keep your towel on. Next to the lounge is a small gym. There are about 20 machines and treadmills. Every bath house has one of these, and hardly anyone uses them. I did the first couple of times as I was trying to figure out the protocol. If you use one, you have to wear typical workout clothes.
There is also a small space where the rental lockers are kept. It isn’t in a private locker room, it is just separated from the main area by a half wall. This is where you strip out of your clothes, and put on your towel.
After you put your towel on you can go through a door to enter the rest of the facility. Here nudity is allowed, but most guys still wear the towels. The remainder of the first floor is a large open air shower room with about 10 shower heads. The shower is separated from the outdoor pool by a glass wall and glass door. In addition to the pool is a dry sauna and steam room.
On the second floor is a beehive of 5 hallways with all of the bedrooms you can rent.
Many guys keep their doors open. Basically an open door is an invitation for a random guy to come in and have sex with you. I believe the position you lay in is supposed to telegraph what you’re interested in. Being a top, a bottom, or something in between. I have never engaged with anyone who came to my door as it was open. I once tried to engage with a young guy laying on his front. I had a very hard cock, and I figured I would try out being a top. I entered the room ( kept the door open in case anyone else wanted to join) I presented my cock to his face to kick things off with a blowjob. Then I moved to mount him when I climbed on the bed between his legs. He heard me open up a condom wrapper, and said “I don’t like condoms’ ‘. I said “Yeah, but I am wearing it”. He said “No, no condoms”. So I thanked him for the blowjob and left.
In addition to the bedrooms there is also a “Play Area”. This Play Area includes another open shower room, a tv room with 4 large screen tv’s with gay porn, a sex swing, and a bed in a small room with windows to allow others to watch. There are also two other attractions that I did not understand, but they will feature prominently in this story.
The first couple of times I visited this club nothing really happened. It is strange. The place is full of guys just wearing towels, and looking to get off, but in all honesty many of the guys seem to wander around trying their best to avoid eye contact. This was so frustrating that twice I took a couple of the free condoms they have around the place and stopped at my favorite straight massage parlor on my way home. Amy, my favorite masseuse, could be convinced to have sex but only if you had a condom.
On the third visit it finally happened. I checked in, paid my admission and stored my clothes in my locker. I spent some time in the hot tub near the pool. Hardly anything happens in the hot tub or pool, I think it is too public of a space for anyone but the most adventuresome.
After a while I wandered up to the 2nd floor playroom. I said there were two features I did not understand, and that they would play a role later in the story, and here we are.
One is a 3 sided room, with one long side being the main hallway. There are staircases on the left and right side of the room, and a platform connecting the two staircases. The platform had a half wall separating it from the center of the room.
If you were on the platform you could look over into the relatively open space that sits between the two staircases. The only other feature is inside the U, formed by the staircases and platform is a wooden piece of furniture that is actually a couple of cubby holes that two people could enter and fool around. There is no door for privacy.
There is enough room for a few people at a time to wander between the cubbies and the platform. After a minute, I realized the half wall had large cut outs that acted like glory holes, and the platform was just high enough so a person on the floor could walk up and give you a blowjob.
It is very dark in this room. Everything is painted black and there are only a few red lights in the hall. If you’re on the platform you can see out, but seeing anything on the platform is difficult.
I cruised through this area a few times without having any luck. Finally on my third pass I accidently walked right into a guy who was standing up there. He was not along the railing where he could get a blowjob, and where I could have seen his outline against the backlights.
He was leaning up against the back wall. I walked directly into him. We both had our towels around our necks, and we collided, at slow speed, with full body contact. Of course I ran into the 8″ dick he had sticking out like a steel rod, before I hit him. I apologized for hitting him, but he was ok with it. He put one hand on my shoulder and took my left hand and placed it on his very hard dick.
I told him to be careful with something so large, he may hurt someone. He took that opportunity to put his other hand on my other shoulder in order to guide me down to my knees. In short order I was giving my first blowjob to a gay man. (As opposed to the few times I did it with Trans Masseuses)
I kept this up for a few minutes when I got the idea to stand up and guide him to his knees. He reciprocated and we traded back and forth a few times. But then he started what I now know is the signal that he was a top and he wanted to fuck me.
He started running his hands down my back and lightly fingered my ass. I was very much looking to have anal sex and after a few minutes I asked him if he wanted to fuck my ass. He
said “Yes, do you have a room?” I said that I didn’t, and he said “No problem, I know where we can go”.
I thought we would just do it there on the platform, but he guided me down the stairs, and into a group of plywood cubby rooms. This is the other feature I did not understand. It is a group of 8 small square rooms about 4 feet by 4 feet. Each has glory holes that lead to the adjacent rooms.
He let me in one, locked the door, took my towel from me and hung it up on a hook. He then guided me to my knees to blow him some more. After a few minutes when he was fully hard, and starting to leak precum, he stood me up. I thought I would guide him down to blow me, but that was not the case. He gently but firmly turned me around, and bent me over. My head was in the corner of this room and my hands were bracing my torso in this bent over position. At that point he lined up his dick to fuck me.
I was scared, and curious, and thrilled that I was finally going to have this experience. But somehow, somewhere in the back of my brain, came a question. “Do you have a condom?”
He said that he didn’t and kept trying to push in, but I stopped him and said “Sorry I need you to wear a condom.” He was annoyed, but horny. He grabbed his towel and left the cubicle. The condom dispenser was about 20 feet away, so he was back in seconds.
It wasn’t enough time to lose his erection, but he still made me go to my knees again and blow him some more. Maybe because I annoyed him. This time he used his hands and set a faster pace than I had before. He was fucking my face pretty hard.
After a few minutes of this he stood me up, turned me around, and bent me over again. Not as gentle this time, he meant business. I heard him unwrap the condom and put it on, and then he lined up his dick again.
I asked him if he had lube, but of course he didn’t. It took a minute or so to push his way into my tight asshole. I was trying to relax as much as I could, but it was difficult.
The sensation hurt, especially the first thrust with no lube, but once he bottomed out it started to feel better. He then started pumping. Long fast strokes. Occasionally he would push all the way in and hold for a moment, I assume he was holding off his orgasm. I found out I am a pretty loud fuck. I have a hard time being quiet and seem to be calling out to god a lot.
After a few more minutes he started pumping much faster, at a much more frantic pace. It was obvious he was about to come. One last deep thrust and he let out a loud growl as he came over and over into my ass. Even with the condom you can feel how much cum he was letting loose.
After a minute he took his softening dick out, stood me up, turned me around, and pulled me into an embrace. He started to give me a hand job in order to reciprocate, but I told him it wasn’t necessary. It was just the fucking I was looking for.
I then said to him “I know this is supposed to be anonymous, but as your the first guy to fuck me, I would like to know your name. He said ”Armondo” took his towel and walked out.
I never saw him again. I did go back to the gloryhole to get a blowjob in order to release my tension.
This story had a long lead up, so I could explain the setting. From here on out I think I am just going to give short stories about some of the more memorable experiences I have had at Club Houston.