The Baths

Brian laid on his back, sprawled across Tony’s California king size bed. Ummmm, nothing felt quite like Tony’s sheets. The Egyptian cotton caressed his back. Christ they were soft, almost as soft as Justin’s hair. Brian reached down, and stroked his fingers through the golden tresses as Justin’s head bobbed up, and down.

“Oooh yeah, suck that cock! Take all, that’s it baby!” Brian called out just a little bit louder than usual.

“Brian, this isn’t working.” Justin stopped to say.

“It’s working, believe me.” Brian guided his dick back inside Justin’s mouth. “SUCK THAT DICK HARDER, HARDER!”

“He’s not listening.” Justin raised his head again.

“I’ll yell louder.” Brian promised. “Just don’t stop.”

“If you yell any louder security is going to come up here.” Justin said. “This isn’t working.”

“Baby wait. Where’re you going?” Brian protested.

Justin stood up from the bed, and wrapped himself in Tony’s white terry robe. He then walked over to the bedroom doorway to find Tony still hard at work, at his desk. “What are you doing?” Justin asked.

Tony looked up over his reading glasses at the beautiful vision standing in his bathrobe. “I’m going over these contracts for Plaza Atlanta’s conference room. I see we’re already booked through December.” he said.

“I thought contracts was Kenneth’s job.” Justin said.

“I like to go over them too.” Tony said.

“Why don’t you take a break, and come to bed handsome.” Justin suggested.

“I can’t. I really need to finish these.” Tony resumed reading.

Justin strolled over to the big executive chair, and swiveled it around to face him. He removed the contracts from Tony’s hand, and laid them aside, before taking a seat on Tony’s lap. “What’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around his troubled lover’s neck.

“What makes you think something is wrong?” Tony removed his reading glasses.

“You always do this when you’re worried about something.” Justin said.

“Do what?” Tony asked.

“You throw yourself into some unnecessary project to keep your mind off of whatever it is that’s bothering you.” Justin said.

“Is that right?” Tony smiled.

“IN CASE ANYBODY CARES, MY DICK IS GETTING SOFT IN HERE!” Brian called out from the bedroom.

“You’d better go see about Brian. His dick is getting soft.” Tony chuckled.

“Brian’s dick never gets soft. Come to bed with us handsome.” Justin nuzzled Tony’s neck.

“I really need to finish up here.” Tony pointed to the papers spread across his desk.

Justin maneuvered his ass for a more comfortable position. “Alright, then I’ll wait till you’re done.” he uttered.

“I can’t concentrate with you sitting on my lap like this.” Tony purred.

At that moment Brian emerged from the bedroom. “Never mind, you’re both too late. I had to finish without you.” he announced. “I thought the idea of a threesome was to always have at least one partner on hand.”

“It sounded like you were having a great time in there.” Tony said.

Brian secured the ties on his robe, and lit a cigarette. “I’ve gotten more action in a church confessional.” he grumbled.

“You fucked someone in a church confessional?” Tony frowned.

Brian took a long drag of his smoke. “It’s a cool story. Remind me to tell you later.” he said. “Right now we have a more pressing issue at hand. What the hell is wrong with you? You’re not still spooked by that soothsayer father of yours are you? You don’t really believe his bullshit that something bad is about to happen to you do you? You know he’s just pissed because you wouldn’t cut him in on your money.”

“No. I don’t believe in hexes, and potions, but I do believe that maybe I was too hard on Thaddeus.” Tony said. “We can only expect people to work with what they have. Thaddeus was only 15, and the son of a black sharecropper in the fifties. Sure, he made a big mistake by becoming involved with a white girl, but given the limited resources that he had, maybe he did the best he could for me under the circumstances.”

“Or maybe he’s just another deadbeat father who’s just now realizing that he abandoned the wrong kid.” Brian said. “You can’t tell me that old Thaddeus wouldn’t have figured out some way to keep you if he had known that his mulatto baby boy was going to grow up to be a millionaire.”

“Brian!” Justin frowned. “Don’t listen to him Tony. It’s not too late if you still want a relationship with your dad. You can always call him, and apologize. I’m sure he’d forgive you.”

“To hell with that, I’ve got a better idea.” Brian interjected. “Let’s all go to the baths.”

“The baths?” Justin, and Tony both looked at Brian.

Brian shrugged his shoulders. “That’s where I always went when I wanted to forget about my dad.” he said innocently.

“I’ve never been to the baths in my life, and I don’t intend to start frequenting them now.” Tony said.

Justin looked at Tony in disbelief. “You’ve never been to the baths?”

Brian shook his head. “Tisk-tisk-tisk, talk about a sacrilege. How can any self respecting gay man be 50yrs old, and never been to the baths?”

“I’m 47.” Tony corrected him.

“Whatever.” Brian took a final drag from his cigarette, and mashed the butt out in the ashtray. “Get dressed, we’re going to the baths.” he said.

“No thanks. You two go ahead.” Tony suggested.

Justin leaned over, and kissed Tony’s throat. “Come on handsome, it’ll be fun. It’ll take your mind off of everything.” he cooed. “Just picture a steamy room full of sweaty, naked men, all there for only one reason, to service, and be serviced. The three of us could get a spot right in the middle of the room. I’ll let a pretty boy massage your balls while I suck your cock, or if you like we could let a stranger finger you while you’re fucking me.”

Justin could feel Tony’s dick expanding underneath him. “What are we going to do with Brian?” Tony looked over at his precious one.

“I thought I might fuck you, while you’re fucking Justin, and another guy is sucking him off, or maybe we would like to join a circle of other guys, and all jerk off together. We’re talking about the baths Tony, where a man is only limited by his imagination.” Brian grinned impishly.

Tony’s brown eyes lit up. “Which one of us is driving?” he smiled.

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There were several bathhouses along Liberty Avenue. For Tony’s initiation Brian chose the seediest one. Most would call “The Steamworks Bath & Sauna” disgusting, but Brian called it a rite of passage, similar to a baptism by fire. The dive was located at the end of a fenced in alley where no decent citizen would dare think of venturing into. Only the bathhouse regulars knew of the painted black door, and the shameless debauchery that took place behind it.  A combination of mildew masked with a layering of bleach, and pine cleaner greeted the royal trio. They were immediately allowed entrance by a heavily tattooed bouncer who appeared to know Brian. Before making their way back to the locker room they were given towels, and keys to rented lockers. It was during the time they were undressing that Brian decided to explain proper bathhouse etiquette to Tony.

“There are a few things you have to remember here at the baths.” Brian began. “First, no talking. This isn’t a social club. No one wants to know your name, or the company you’re with, or hear about your day at the office. We’re not doing any networking here, or commenting about the lovely décor. We’re only here to fuck, and that’s all.”

Tony’s brown eyes panned the peeling ceiling, and the rusting bars across the locker-room windows. When was the last time those dingy walls saw a coat of paint? He wondered. The stickler for details entrepreneur was definite that he saw mouse droppings on the floor as they walked in, and a huge cockroach caught in the middle of the spider web from hell.

“Tony pay attention!” Brian snapped. “Secondly, stick to the tiled areas. Don’t go wandering off into any rooms with mattresses, unless you’re ready to wake up with a case of crabs in the morning.”

“Crabs?” Tony’s eyes widened.

“Thirdly, no overt displays of rejection, no matter how repulsive the wannabe trick is. If you’re not interested, just calmly move his hands away.” Brian continued. “And finally, no barebacking.”

“No barebacking?”

“None.” Brian reiterated. “Around here condoms are a must with everyone, even with Justin and me. While we’re here we have to use them, otherwise we’ll be asked to leave. There’s usually lots of “jimmies”, and little packets of K-Y in the plastic containers located in the corners of the rooms, but they’re the cheap kind. I prefer we use my brand.”

“And where am I suppose to keep them?” Tony looked down at the towel wrapped around his waist.

“Let me have your arm.” Brian placed a terrycloth band around Tony left wrist, and slipped four condoms underneath it. “Blue foil is pre-lubed for fucking, red foil is dry for sucking. Is that clear?”

“Painfully so.” Tony said.

“Do you have any questions?” Brian asked.

“On second thought, I don’t like this Brian. I think we should go home.” Justin whined.

“No one is talking to you Sunshine. Tony, do you have any questions?” Brian asked one final time.

“No, I don’t have any questions.” Tony said.

Brian took Justin by the hand. “Good. Now let’s go out there, and have a good time.” he said.

The pride of Babylon lead his guys down the long corridor that ended at the steam room. Along the way Tony lost count of the flagrant health code violations that he saw. How the hell was this pit staying open? He wondered. The sounds of smacking wet flesh, moans, and groans could readily be heard coming from behind the thin partitioned areas, loosely referred to as rooms. There was an almost overpowering odor of urine, cum, and ass permeating from underneath the doors that became even more prevalent the closer they got to the steam room entrance. Yes, there was some nasty shit going down at the “Steamworks”. Even so, Tony found himself becoming strangely excited about what he was about to experience.

Brian pushed open the foggy glass doors to find a scene reminiscent of a Greek orgy. It was just as Justin had described. The place was brimming with sweaty, naked men all fondling, fucking, sucking, and jerking each other off, the likes Tony had never seen before. Sure, Tony had been to many private fuck parties with pressed sheets, and polished surroundings, where guests were treated to champagne, and hot h’orderves in the communal area before choosing their pleasures for the evening, but those parties paled in comparison to this. Like a pack of wild dogs sensing fresh meat, several tricks turned to see who had just entered the room. Most of them recognized the legend, Brian Kinney, and the hott little blond he often brought with him. However the taller, silver haired one with the dark brown eyes was new.

Almost immediately a hopeful trick passed in front of Tony, and deliberately brushed his hand across the front of Tony’s towel. Another man walked up behind him, and wrapped his arms around Tony’s chest. The stranger’s fingers found Tony’s nipples, and gave them a squeeze. Brian politely moved the foreign hands away. “Sorry boys, but this one is for show only.” he said.

Amidst the watchful eyes of eager onlookers, Brian took his boys over to the far corner of the room. He removed his towel, then lined Tony, and Justin up side by side. “Here’s where the fun begins boys.” he whispered.

Brian reached underneath the white towels, and began stroking the soft, warm flesh until both cocks began to expand in his hands. Of course it was Justin who became vocal first. “Oooh, yeah.” The baby of the trio sighed.

Tony was always the kisser of the three. In between panting, he reached over, and pulled Brian in for a kiss. “Suck me off precious.” he whispered.

Brian pulled out a red foiled condom from his wristband, and slipped it onto Tony’s dick. He then dropped down onto his knees, and took the 10.5in monster into his mouth. “Oooo” Tony moaned.

Justin decided to take a little liberty of his own. He slipped a blue foiled condom onto his cock, and crouched down behind Brian. Brian’s hole involuntarily tightened around the youngster’s mushroomed head as Justin made his entrance. “Ummmm.” Brian groaned with his mouth full.

Tony reached down, and guided the auburn haired head bobbing away on his dick. In between quickened breaths he managed to glance over at Justin who was hard at work on Brian’s ass. “Fuck him baby.” He edged his princess on.

The small group that had stopped to watch the show continued to grow around the royal trio who was now generating quite a bit of steam of their own. The sound of Justin’s thighs smacking against Brian’s ass bounced off of the tile walls, while Tony’s baritone moans gave way to a higher pitch that usually signaled when he was about to cum. It was time to switch positions.

The steam room floor suddenly became Tony’s California king size bed. Brian laid on his back, sprawled across the moist, sticky tiles. Justin knelt down beside him, and began sucking his cock, while Tony slipped off the dry condom Brian had been using to blow him, and desperately tried to remember which condom he had been instructed to use now. Was it blue for fucking, and red for sucking, or was it red for fucking, and blue for sucking?

Brian reached down, and grabbed Justin’s hair. “Oooh yeah, suck that cock! Take it all baby! You’re gonna make me cum!” He called out just a little bit louder than usual.

To hell with the condoms. Tony lifted Brian’s quivering ass up off of the tile, and draped his long thing legs across his shoulders. A quick spit in his hand applied to his dick would have to do.

“OH SHIT!” Brian cried out when Tony entered him.

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Tony opened the door to penthouse four, and tossed his keys onto the bar. “I’ve never been so humiliated in my life. Can you imagine those assholes tossing us out?” he fussed.

“How do you think I feel? That was one of my favorite fuck houses.” Brian came inside, and flopped down on the sofa.

Justin followed him. “I told you we should have gone home.” he said.

“Oh to hell with you. You came like a fountain.” Brian reminded him.

Tony twisted the cap off of a bottle of spring water. He took a drink, then tossed one over to Justin. “This is all your fault Brian.” he said.

“How is it my fault that you can’t tell blue from red? Have you got any Gatorade? I’m feeling dehydrated.” Brian said.

“I don’t drink Gatorade, it has too much salt.” Tony tossed a bottle of water over to Brian. “How the hell was I suppose to remember which wrapper was for lubed, and which wrapper was for dry condoms?”

Brian gulped down the bottle of Evian. “I assumed you could read, even if you can’t remember your colors.” he belched.

“Did you see the look on everyone’s faces?” Justin grinned impishly.

“Yeah, especially when you pulled off your condom, and came across my chest.” Brian smiled.

“That was so hott.” Tony admitted. “You came right at that moment precious. I could feel your asshole having spasms around my dick.”

Brian thought for a moment. “You know I’ve got a pretty big shower at my place.” he said.

“And if you turn the hot water on full blast, it generates a lot of steam.” Justin added.

Tony’s brown eyes lit up. “Which one of us is driving?” he smiled.

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