Moving on

The Bathhouse

So, I had about a month to go until my scheduled court appearance. Car theft and robbery were the charges I was facing. Although I made the worst mistake of my life, I had only myself to blame. To think, if I were to get back at those two women who treated me badly a few nights before in a more “legal” way, I would be better off making a fuss about it on social media. But what's done is done. The boys from Las Sombras had learned that I refused the DA's deal to receive only probation if I turn them in as well. They actually gave me props for staying loyal to them, and even took the risk of hanging out with me and have ourselves the usual good time. It felt great, but it would not last long.

Kicked out of my mother's apartment, I stayed over at Alex's house, but in truth, the place belonged to Alex's uncle, Señor Garcia. As far as how the place looked, as mentioned before, it was a bit of a rundown house. From the outside, you could see that it had wood covering the busted out windows, enforced by metal bars... fair amount of security I guess, though you could hardly see anything outside. In the inside, the place was a mess, attracting bugs and mice. Since moving in, I tried to tidy up as much as possible, but, old Señor Garcia would just throw a fit on how he doesn't want his things moved around, and Alex would have to calm him down. Since moving out of my mother's apartment, it would be weeks until get a full night's sleep. At times, I would either wake up to the sounds of old man Garcia ranting to himself, the sounds of loud music blasting from another house, the sounds of gunfire followed by police sirens, or the sounds of Alex boning a chick who's one helluva moaner. One night, I went past Alex's room, heading for the bathroom, when Alex and his girl fucked. Being the remorseless peeping tom I can be, I looked through the cracked door, and there was my boy Alex; giving that girl the business. I could hardly see the girl as Alex had his back facing his door with the girl fucked in doggy-style. It was weird of me to think this way about someone whom I considered my bro, but... Alex has ass! A legit bubble-butt for sure. Any who, despite all the problems with the living arrangements, the bed was surprisingly comfortable, which is why I never look forward to work the next day as I don't want to get out of bed, even in that dump.

With all the problems that were going on in my life, I needed some type of escapism. So, one Saturday night, I decided to go to a club in downtown Los Angeles and check out the scene. There was one in particular that had numerous attractive people that you could see through the windows, so I'd figured I'd give it a shot... fail! You had to be at least 21 to enter since they served alcoholic beverages, which made sense. After that, even though I wondered around for a good amount of time in the streets, I had some peace and quiet for the time being. Eventually, I stumbled on a place that was a bit isolated from the other busy places in downtown. It was called the “Purple Flamingo Bathhouse”. At the time, I had never heard of this place. When I arrived at the entrance, it was guarded by black security officer... big tough-looking dude. When I asked about this place, he told me how I had to be at least eighteen to enter, so of course, being nineteen years of age, I qualified. When checking out the place, however, well... let's just say that the place had one other “stipulation” for entering their bathhouse. When speaking to the guard he took me aside, and did the following: he asked me if I had ever heard about this place, and knows what goes on in there, to which I said no. Afterwards, he said that in order to be admitted, you had to... and get this... get screened for any STDs. When he said this, I was like... “What?! What you do you mean?!” Apparently, this bathhouse has a long history in the gay community, and dudes tend to engage in “encounters” with one another with almost no restrictions, and want to make sure that they were at least “clean” before they do. This guy was serious, and I was just surprised; not so much in shock, just surprised. I asked him if it's just men who comes here, and he said yes, as the place had a long history of serving gay men. Again, I was pretty much surprised after the heads up. I sat down for a little bit on the next bench I laid my eyes on, just to think about what to do next. That was like the weirdest shit ever! Getting into a bathhouse, where men are having sex with each other and it's allowed as long as you get tested first?! Looking back, I still have a hard time believing that concept. On the other hand, you have to do what you have to do to make sure that yourself and others stay healthy after all is said and done, right? So, I had to make up my mind: would I just say “fuck that” and not bother with that place, or would I do what was required of me and take the test as my “ticket” inside the apparent “whore-it-up” place for men only? A lot of times when I have sex, I make sure that I'm clean and healthy down the road, so... what the hell. It might have been just the perfect distraction from all the problems that was going on at the time, and of course, I was always horny.

The clinic where I normally have my screening done was closed for the evening by the time I made up my mind, so I wanted to go in the next day. In the meantime, I headed back to Alex's as quickly as possible and try and get as much sleep as I could before any crazy shit happens. Thankfully, there was not a peep in Alex's neighborhood that night (on a Saturday of all nights), so I was able to sleep like a baby for the first time in weeks. I woke up around 11am the following morning. I was not too familiar with the bus schedule on Sundays in Alex's neighborhood, and my phone was having shitty issues in updating, so I tried to use Alex's laptop. He was logged in, so I attempted to use his internet to look up the on-line bus schedule, and before I knew it, “Come on, holmes!” says Alex bursting into his room, not happy that I was using his laptop without permission. I tried to explain to him I had to take a bus to the clinic and see what time they ran, but Alex was not having it. He scolded me for going into his room and use his laptop without... again... permission. I had the feeling he was hiding something, but... it was none of my business, so I left the room, both hands up, saying: “Okay, whatever”. I did manage to go to the clinic that day without any other problems. The following day, it showed that once again, all tests were negative. I was good to go. I headed down the clinic to get a copy of my results.

I still could not believe I was going through with this, but when you're young, hung, full of cum, and wanna take your mind off of the problems that's going on in your life, this might just be what you need. It was on a Tuesday, the last day of my paid time off (benefits of working for Nimbus Coffee Shop) before I head back to work the following day, so, it was a question of whether or not I would enjoy myself. I went into the bathhouse around 6pm at night with the same guard from before standing outside to check for both my ID and uh... my “ticket”. There was an admission fee of 45 dollars for those without any memberships. As the guard looked over my paperwork for my screening, there was this guy; Caucasian, blonde, young, hazel eyes, staring at me with a smile. So I decided to smile back at him and give him a wink for good measure. The security guard saw that my ID and results were legit and allowed me to enter the bathhouse. The receptionist processed my payment at the front desk and gathered both a robe and towel for me to use. As he was doing this, I saw a tall muscular dude in his own robe heading into the hallway that's closed off with a curtain. He had to be about 6'5. He was an older guy, also Caucasian, short brunette hair, with cat-like blue eyes and a full goatee. I swear, that man looked like someone who could easily model for Sports Illustrated. Before he closed the curtain, he took one good look at me, wetting his lips a bit before heading off to do his thing. After the receptionist gave me my robes and towel, I used their fitting room to remove all of my clothes and fit into the white robe with matching slippers. I gave my folded clothes to the receptionist, who stored them in a locker. After that, I stepped in front of the same curtain that leads to the halls of the actual bathhouse. I took a deep breath, and went inside to explore.

As I went past room after room in the ultra-violet hallways, I could see that there were some men who were just sitting down, relaxed enjoying both the baths and steam treatment, but there were some you can see kissing and making out as you went further and further in the place. There was one room that was also a steam room that had no one using it at first. I went inside, hung my robe by using one of the hangers next to the door, wrapped a towel around my waist, and sat on one of the benches in the back of the room. It was close to ten minutes that I was in there, relaxed, letting all my troubles escape me, leaning back against the wall and closing my eyes. At this point, I did not know whether or not if there were really any sexual activity that went on in that place, and I was not sure if I was ready... or at least in my head, I was not sure if I was ready. But there was a part of me that night which was ready: Señor Phatty. I removed my towel for a closer look and mi pené was at full attention. Getting a little silly, I stuck out my tongue as I flexed around my now rock-hard dick. Then seconds later, the same blonde guy I winked at earlier outside came into the steam room with me. Great looking dude; firm chest, ripped abs, strong biceps. He saw what I was doing, and I was quick to cover myself. He told me it was alright, and that there was no need to cover up. He stripped down, butt-ass-naked, and sat right next to me. He introduced himself to me and said his name was Jacob. I, on the other hand, was not really willing to use my real name, so I told him that my name's José. We talked for a bit, before Jacob decided to get a little bold and stroke my boner. He was hard, too. Thinking back, he might have been about seven inches, which is, of course, a decent size. I gently grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him closer to me and we both kissed. It went on for a few minutes. After that, he set my towel aside, got in-between my legs to blow me. I helped a little by spreading my legs further apart, resting my foot on the bench in front of me while he got to work. Up and down, up and down he went with his mouth on my mi pené, and this dude could definitely suck dick! He looked me right in the eyes, stopped for a moment asked me: “Have you ever been rimmed?” I'm thinking “Whoa! Really? I've eatin out others before, but actually have a tongue in my own booty?” I wasn't repulsed by the idea in the slightest; quite the contrary.... I was excited. Not even saying a word since I knew where this was going next, I laid down on the bench in front of me, since it was further away from the wall; you know, just to have more room. With both of my hand behind my head, Jacob lifted both of my legs into the air, and he was quick to whip out that long tongue of his while pushing both of my legs back to expose my hole. When he started to lick my anus, I fuckin gasped! “Are you fuckin serious?” I said quietly to myself, with my jaw dropped with my eyes lit up. The feel of it was fuckin amazing!

Jacob munched on my ass like there was no tomorrow, and it was so good. Don't worry, I was definitely clean. It lasted for a few minutes more, before he decided to stop. He pulled my legs down so they were both on the floor, causing my dick to point straight up. Stroking it a bit and with a big smile on his face, he looked at me, climbed on top of me as he was preparing to ride my dick. In my head, I was sure as hell was ready and so was Señor Phatty, which was dripping with pre-cum. Jacob bounced his ass on my dick like a pro, riding it in a cowgirl position as I held him by the waist. A few times, we took a moment to kiss each other before Jacob goes back to riding me some more. Mind you, this was inside a steam room, so we were both a sweaty mess through it all. Just when I was ready to cum, someone else entered the room. Guess who it was.... yep, that's right! Mr. tall, dark, handsome, and muscular from before with those blue cat-like eyes. He said he was sorry to interrupt, as he removed the towel he was wearing. Yeah, he interrupted as I was about to cream-pie Jacob, but it was worth it.

This gorgeous man approached us, checked us both out, and said: “Listen, if you guys are interested, there's something downstairs that might be a good setting for a good time.” I was already having a good time, but maybe he thought of something better. It turned out he did. We left the steam room, towels and robes at hand, walking naked downstairs. During this time, I took notice to the big guy's muscular ass, and all I could say about it is.... damn! Jacob and I felt on it as he was leading us to the other room he mentioned. I did not know what this guy had in store for us at first, but when we arrived, another big surprise! There was a fuckin swing in the middle of the room! One of those kinky swings you would normally see in porn. The big guy had actually put on one of those leather harness and gave myself and Jacob to put on as well. I don't know who in the world thought of having something like this in a bathhouse, but it happened. The only downside at this point was that I lost my boner as result of feeling the cold draft after being in the steam room for so long and leaving afterwards. But my new “buddies” were more than happy to help me out with that. They both sucked on my dick at the the same time to “free the beast” once again. I never had two individuals on my dick at the same time, but it got me hard in just seconds. Then, switching up this threesome encounter, the big buy sucked off me and Jacob. Jacob and I kissed while the big guy worked on our dicks, fingering himself at the same time. He then placed himself on the swing, with myself and Jacob helping him with the ankle bondage. His pretty pink hole was right there, ready to get pounded. I went at it first. He was pretty fuckin tight. His anus was like a suction cup when stuck my dick in. I got in, balls deeps; the sensation of really tight, warm, and well lubricated man-pussy. The big guy moaned but I probably moaned just as loud. It only took a minute for me to cum and before a knew it, I could feel my body shaking, as I cream-pied the big man. That nut lasted for about fifteen seconds, as I faced the ceiling, eyes rolled back. Damn it was so sweet! After I pulled my dick out, the big guy looked at me and said to me: “Oh no, boy. You stand right here next to me so I can suck off that big dick. I'm not done with you with yet”. “Yes, sir” I said.

Next, it was Jacob's turn to get his in. He had the skills to take dick and dish it out. As he was fucking the big guy and I was getting sucked off some more by the big guy, Jacob's pouty face and heavy breathing from fucking says it all. I looked at him and asked: “Feels good, doesn't it?”. “That's for sure”, he responded. Jacob also planted the big guy with his own jizz. When the big guy said to me how he was not through with me yet, I sure as hell was not through with him. I fucked him some more; even longer this time since I blew a load only minutes ago. Jacob stood next to me, guiding my thrusts by feeling on my ass. He then knelt down and took by dick out of the big guy, taking it into his mouth, then sticking it back in the big guy. He did this several times. Once again, I was working up a sweat from what was the time of my life. After boning the big guy's sweet ass for another seven minutes, I was ready to cum again, this time, I wanted to do so in the big guy's mouth. He told be to bring my dick over to him again, and he personally stroked out the semen squirting from mi pené to his mouth. I didn't expect to shoot that much, but... again... it happened. The big guy wanted to bust a nut as well, so he instructed Jacob to fuck him some more while he strokes himself. During this, he sucked out the remaining cum that still lingered in my cock. I could feel the spasms while he was doing this... not that I'm complaining. The big guy finally busted a nut, and his stomach was coated in his own jizz. We took this time to catch our breaths, and we were done. I had a fuckin blast. I gave them both a kiss for good measure, however, I knew it was getting late, and I had to head back to Alex's immediately.

I got my clothes and belongings back from the receptionist, and after getting dressed, I had just made it on time for the bus home. I sat in my usual seat in the back, staring out the window, with another smile on my face. I just had the best sex of my life. It was the best distraction from my problems after all. So the only thing to do at this point was to sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride home... happily processing in my head what I had just experienced. Exiting from the bus, I saw the rest of my boys, the fellow members of Las Sombras, out in the front of Alex's house, having some smokes. I guess this was the point where it was time to chill and hangout, but I notice the front yard of Alex's place was littered with clothes. When I took a closer look, I saw that those were my clothes. I looked at the boys, all giving me a cold stare as they continued to puff out streams of smoke. “What the fuck are you doing?!” I yelled at them. Herman just sat there, scoffing, and asked me: “Did you enjoy yourself, holmes?”. I stood there, confused. Then he asked me: “Was it everything you could ever hope for?”. “What the fuck are you talking about?!” I asked him. His next words... oh, man... just hit me like a brick: “Come on, holmes. The bathhouse... was it everything you hoped for?” This time, I was in shock. How the hell did they know? Herman revealed to me that apparently, those who were leaving the bathhouse were their next “targets” they saw me at the entrance earlier that night, winking at Jacob before I went inside. Herman stood up, snuffed out his cigarette, approached me, and got right in my face. He asked me: “This is your only chance to explain yourself. Let's hear it.” So many thoughts were coursing in my head, and my stomach was aching from the stress of the moment. But despite that, I stood my ground, and shook my head, indicating that I did not have to explain myself to him at all. Herman turned away a bit, laughing before facing me again, and showed his disapproval with a firm spat on the face... my face. “No, dude!” said Paulo. Whatever fear I felt at that time turned to rage, when I clenched my fist that made it's way straight to Herman's smug face. Herman dropped at an instant. Paulo, Chico, and Alex, got between us, with Alex shouting “No! Not in front of my house! Not in front of my Uncle! Carlos, you gotta go man”.

Not one person had my back; Paulo, Chico, or Alex. Even though I clocked Herman, I knew I was defeated. I gathered my clothes and belongings, and left the premises. Herman, nursing his jaw uttered the words “I better not see you again, faggot!” with the other boys trying to calm him down. Just like that, it was over. The boys whom I was considered mis hermanos, and had been there for me since my dad's imprisonment, and whom I've been willing to do anything for was quick to cast me out. It was a wake-up call, and my mother was right all along; people like that are never truly family. Those who are family are willing to accept you no matter what. Looking back, I had no regrets visiting that bathhouse. I have no regrets with the men I had sex with. I found myself no longer needing the approval of the boys. My only regret was not being done with Las Sombras much sooner. But I still had no other place to live other than my mothers. I could only hope that mi madré was willing to let me come home, at least until I can make a home of my own, which was another step in life. It was around midnight when I arrived at the apartment I grew up in. I knocked at the door, and mi madre answered. Part of me was expecting to hear a response of “No! Get the hell out of here!” or “You are not welcomed here”. But no... once mi madré saw me for the first time in a month, she hugged me, and invited me in. After I had settled in, mama took no time in letting me know if I were to stay, I would cooperate with the authorities. But I told her before I do, she had the right to know what's been happening. We sat at the living room table where I revealed everything to her. Everything. I had nothing to lose at this point, so I did not hold back one detail, not even the circumstances of getting kicked out of Las Sombras. Growing up, papa held secrets from mama and it caused her pain, but I was no longer willing to go down that route. And I was not gonna end up like mi padré.

Mama was stunned. The biggest shocker for her was telling her that I am indeed bisexual. She had asked me more questions on my coming out than questions on the crime I was charged for. I did not know how she would react knowing who I really am now; if she would be disgusted by it just like Las Sombras and not want anything to do with me ever again, or even suggest I get some counseling. It was neither. She told me to stand up, hugged me, and said she was proud of me. I then promised her that I was going to do everything I can to make things right. Las Sombras was gone from my life. Talking to my mother inspired me to become a better person, but because of the mess I got myself involved in, I knew there was a lot to be done.

To be continued...