True L.A. Bathhouse experience

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

I have enjoyed the stories I’ve read here and so figured it was high time I contribute something in return. Let me say that what I have written here is an absolutely true account of a hot encounter that happened to me about 4 years ago…I have not embellished on the events or descriptions (as I don’t think there is any need to…)

It was about 2 or 3 a.m. midweek and I had been partying alone and getting all horned up. I went on the phone lines and into the chat rooms, but nothing was happening so I decided I would head out to one of the bath houses in L.A. and see what nasty adventures I could get myself into. Each of the spas has it’s own personalities and you can kind of seek out the experience you desire if you are aware of their different personalities (i.e.- Hollywood Spa is a mix of all the pretty boy, gym, rat types, Melrose Spa caters to the kinkier, sleazier less attractive crowd, Midtown Spa is mostly black and Latino…) This night I chose the North Hollywood Spa as it tended to have a good cross mix of real, down to earth guys of all ages… no attitude, all sex.

I arrived, paid my fees, got my towel and headed upstairs to my room. I didn’t see many men around, but I still felt confident that hot sex was on the schedule for me. I entered my room (which consists of a super single bed, a counter or shelf, a lockable locker, a TV with 3 channels of hot porn, and a full length mirror reflecting the entire length of the bed) and then closed the door, undressed and stashed my things, cut a couple of lines, and got out my lube and cockring (a thick heavy silver band), and stretched out on the bed to enjoy some porn. Now, a little about me. I was 32 at the time but looked in my early twenties and have been frequently told I am very sexy by some truly incredible men and women. I stand 6’3”; weigh 185 lbs. that is solidly packed, am lightly hairy and naturally tan (owing to a mix of Irish/Italian/Cherokee blood) with long dark hair, a goatee, chiseled features, and bedroom eyes. I also was blessed with a really thick meaty 8.5” cut cock that never fails to grab attention at these spas.

I only started having sex with men after high school and had been a steadfast top (3 attempts at bottoming ended in agony and frustration) until 2 years earlier, when my roommate and good friend introduced me to partying. I had frequently fucked my buddy, but on one occasion, he decided to force me to take his long cock up my ass. It started as a struggle but ended with me cumming without any contact to my cock… and it made me eager to experience more. Also, the rough nature of the first experience coupled with my buddy’s large cock ignited the desire for big rough cocks invading my ass.

So I stretched out on the bed and stroked for a while, getting greasy and hard, and then decided to see what was up. Wrapping the towel around my waist (with a very obvious tent) I left my room and began wandering. I walked all the halls past all the rooms, walked through the big porn video room, and into the steam room, sauna, bathrooms, and out on the patio, and quickly discovered that there was hardly anyone there… and the guys that were there were all older, hairy, overweight troll types. I made several laps searching around, but only managed to pick up an unwanted admirer who kept following me, which only served to make me more frustrated. My shadow was a short (5’5” – 5’8”), heavy set (maybe 250 lbs), older (late 50’s), hairy, sweaty, ugly Latino papi. He had a rough complexion and a massive bushy black moustache, and every time he smiled at me, it was leering and full of nastiness. I kept ditching him, but he wouldn’t get the message.

I finally decided to park in the video room and wait it out there. I have found that getting naked in the video room always earns me attention and since the video room served as the crossroads for the spa, I figured could then see who showed up. I climbed up to the top of the black vinyl bleachers and loosened my towel as I absorbed the action on the 4 giant screens. I was quickly throbbing hard and stroking to the on screen sex, though every so often the Latino papi would come through, forcing me to cover up and wait so he would not mistake my self pleasure as an invitation. He came less and less frequently until I completely forgot about him.

After about an hour of hanging out and nothing happening, I swung by my room for a couple more lines and grabbed the lube to bring back to the video room. I saw maybe 2 guys as I walked back and thought how much this sucked, but I would find a way to have fun anyways. The last dose of crystal was igniting the lust and fire inside me and I needed badly to be sexual. Halfway back, I whipped off my towel and slung it over my shoulder, enjoying my naked hard cock bouncing openly in front of me. Returning to the video area, I found the large room once again empty and so climbed to the upper right corner, spread out my towel, and sat down naked and exposed as I lubed my erection and got lost in the videos. 

I’m not sure how long I was like that when the papi returned, entering discreetly from the side entrance of the room and taking up a spot directly across from me. As soon as I saw him, I flipped the ends of my towel into my lap to cover myself. Instead of getting offended, whenever I would glance over at him, he would give me that twisted smile. I tried to give off a very unwelcoming vibe, but he just wouldn’t leave, which was screwing up my stoking session. 

I waited and waited, but he seemed determined to stay where he was. The lust inside me demanded attention so I began covertly stoking my dick under the towel. Every now and then I would sneak a side glance at the papi, only to realize that he was fully watching me. I tried my best to ignore him and lose myself in the videos. Onscreen things were getting hot and sweaty and I was getting swept along in the lust, feeling my sexual desires grow exponentionally. Glancing to the side again I could detect subtle movement from the papi’s towel. Risking a look I saw him with one hand under the towel and the other working one of his man tits as he leered lustily at me. I wanted to convey irritation, but some part of me was mildly curious as to what was under that towel. Peeking at him again I tried to determine what of the lump under his towel was his hand and what was his cock.

Feeling a certain sexiness at the idea of entertaining him with a show, I decided that perhaps if I showed mine, he’d show his, and my curiosity could be sated. Letting the porns drive up my arousal, I slowly pushed back the edges of the towel until gravity took over and it dropped completely open. I slowly stoked my shaft, bringing it fully into his view, as I kept an eye on him with my peripheral vision. Sure enough within a few moments he opened the front of his towel and spread his legs. Seizing the moment to get a look, I casually glanced his way. There he sat, short, fat, hairy, sweaty, and all together unattractive, with his legs spread and his towel wide open and one big meaty paw between his legs… And then I froze. I had to refocus my eyes to make sure I was seeing correctly… in his greasy hand he held what easily looked like 10 fat uncut inches. Fat doesn’t even describe it…his hand only wrapped half way around the huge dick which extended almost to his knee. It was one long thick meat tube. The sight of it sent electrical shocks cursing through my body and made my cock steel hard. I was in awe and just sat staring as wave after wave of animal lust washed over me.

He just kept smiling in that odd way and stroking that massive shaft at me, occasionally waggling it in the air, giving me a full view. He then stood, collected his towel around him, and said something in Spanish as he nodded towards the door that led back to the rooms. He then turned and walked out. I sat there stunned feeling the conflict play tug o war with my insides… on the one hand, everything about this guy was repulsive and not attractive, but yet here I was filled to overflowing with desire for his freakish cock. In a dazed state I rose, wrapping my towel around me, and wandered out the door after him, the whole time wondering what the hell I was doing.


I followed him from a distance, feeling embarrassed and not wanting anyone else to see us together. He reached his room, unlocked and opened the door and then stood in front of the opening, blocking it with his girth. Seeing no one around, I casually came up to him and made to pass by him into the room, but he stopped me and asked me something in Spanish. Calling on what little I know of the language, I let him know I didn’t understand by saying “no comprehende`”. He responded with what sounded like several commands, but I just stood there, blank, and wishing he would go in the room as I heard guys coming down the hall. He looked up at me, the smile gone and faint irritation on his face, then reached out and snatched my towel off of me and tossed it in the room. I stood there naked, confused, and exposed as he continued talking to me in commanding tones in his native tongue, his voice taking on a harder edge. He then reached down with one hand and roughly grabbed a hold of my balls and the base of my cock, squeezing them firmly and making me gasp. His other hand shot out and latched painfully onto one nipple, twisting hard, while his mouth engulfed the other, biting and sucking strongly. He pushed with his hands and mouth and shoved me against the wall next to his door and I let him with out any resistance, too overwhelmed with electric currents of pain and pleasure.

I was surrendering to him as he made it clear who was in command here, letting him do with me as he liked as I rolled my head back, eyes closed, back arched, and groaning softly. He rewarded my surrender by wrenching up his attack on my aching nipples and doing his best to tear of my cock and balls. A weak, effeminate whimper escaped from me, a noise I’d never made before. Opening my eyes, I was just in time to see two couples passing by us. Eight eyes soaked in the sordid scene of this hairy troll having his way with me, and four faces registered disgust. I suddenly felt cheap, dirty, ashamed and humiliated, but was trapped against the wall and could not move if I wished to. The four men and I all kept eye contact as they continued down the hall. I swear I could hear their thoughts as they passed:

“How could you?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“That is just disgusting and foul…”

“What a nasty tasteless whore… give it up to anyone, you slut.”

…but the feelings of humiliation and shame only ignited another fire inside, my growing desire to be used and treated cheap and raunchy by this ugly, repulsive man who was slobbering great streams of saliva down my chest and stomach. I was being overtaken by the need to submit to this nasty, raunchy, deviant beast and by the desire to fulfill all of his nastiest, raunchiest, most deviant and twisted needs and desires. The last of my willpower melted away and this new lust took control of me. I spread my arms out on the wall, moved my legs apart, and thrust my cock, balls, and tits into his attack, letting out a loud whimpering groan of pain, pleasure, and submission. I wanted to admit I was now his sex slave as loudly as possible…

He stopped working my nipples over but retained his lock on meat and sac, and, after another deep guttural commentary, he used that grip to steer me in the room and push me backwards onto the bed (which was much taller and wider than mine). He released my cock and turned around to shut the door, also removing his towel in the process. When he turned around, the twin floods of dread and lust battled for control as his massive thick papi meat stick bobbed into view, swaying under it’s own heavy weight.

He motioned for me to come to him and obediently I obeyed his wish. As I came close he grabbed the back of my head with one meaty paw and pulled my face into his left tit, smothering me with hairy meaty flesh and the musky odor of his sweat. His other hand grabbed firmly a hold of my right ass cheek and yanked my body up against his while forcing me to squat down, trapping his horse cock between us and leaving my thick erection bobbing between our legs. 

I felt hesitation for a moment and then the inner slut took control again and the last of my self control was gone. I was heady with the sense of being raunchy, nasty, slutty, and I loved it. I opened my mouth wide, sucking his large nipple and as much of his man breast into my mouth as I could, nursing like a starving calf. I wrapped my arms around the girth of his waist and grabbed his asscheeks in return, grinding his coarse, hairy body against mine. Crushing our hips together forced his huge nut sack down below us and into the space my cock had occupied, forcing my raging hard on to bend back between my open legs at a painful angle. I groaned and clamped my teeth onto his huge dark hairy nipple and began thrusting my hips in tight pushing circles, torturing my cock more as it bent and twisted. I slurped and groaned and ground like whore in heat, which the latin bull seemed to be enjoying (“Ci…moan…Ci,Ci”). His hand on my head clenched, grabbing a fist full of hair tight against my skull which he began using as a handle to work my mouth where and how he wanted it.

He pushed my face deep into the meaty flesh of his breast as he moaned guttural encouragements, twisting my head roughly back and forth. I sucked and slobbered and groaned and submitted, letting him work and use my mouth for his pleasure. When he suddenly yanked my head off his tit I looked up at him with lust glazed eyes, drugged by the chemicals, the animal heat, and the experience. He looked down at me with that leering smile, said something, then spat in my face and yanked me into his other breast, smearing the goo across his chest hair. I sucked and slurped and humped and lost myself in serving this great boar of a man.

He let out another slew of Spanish, of which I understood one word (“Chupa”…it means suck). I wouldn’t have needed a translation, though, as his handle grip on my head was now being used to push my drooling mouth down towards his dripping greasy uncut monster cock. The second I realized what he wanted I twisted my face down towards his cock and opened my mouth wide with my tongue extended, drooling and eager and ready. I didn’t have long to wait as he forcefully shoved me down, ramming my mouth onto his shaft. The width of it pushed my jaw wide, and I felt a pop and pain as I struggled to get my mouth wide enough, taking a mere two inches of his dick into my mouth, but feeling it filled.

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