I took out my wallet, fishing out the crinkled card that had faded with time. It was still legible, but it had seen better days. With a shrug, I handed it over.
“Jesus,” the attendant said, turning the card over. “Is this from the last century or something?”
“It’s been a while since I was here,” I nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed. “But the membership should still be active and paid up.”
“Let’s take a look,” he said, turning to his computer. The man's fingers clacked away at the keyboard. "Kyle Davenport," he muttered, then looked up at me with raised eyebrows. "You've been a member since 2016. But I show the last time you checked in was November of that year. That's... dedication."
"Or stupidity," I said with a self-deprecating laugh. "Been paying for something I haven't used in years."
He shrugged. "Money's money. We don't judge how often people come." A hint of a smile crossed his face at the double entendre. "Anyway, you're all set. Locker room's through there, same as always. Towels are complimentary." He reached back to the board behind him covered in keys attached to elastic wristbands and plucked one. “Locker three-fifty-seven.” Then he held out my card. “And I’ll get you a new one of those one your way out.”
"Thanks," I said, taking back my card. "Has it changed much since I was here last?"
"New steam room on the second floor. Added a couple specialty rooms for the more... unusual clientele. Otherwise, pretty much the same. Enjoy your evening."
I took the key and headed through the frosted glass door that led to the locker room. The familiar scent hit me immediately—chlorine, steam, and something else, something musky and primal that always lingered in the air here. It was the smell of sex and sweat and anticipation andmen.
The locker room was empty save for a centaur carefully folding his human clothes into a locker, his lower half already bare. I’d forgotten male centaurs had two dicks. One on the front that was human and one in the back that was…not. He nodded at me as I passed, his eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary. I nodded back, feeling a flutter of excitement in my stomach. Yeah, I still had it.
I found locker three-fifty-seven and stripped quickly, wrapping a fresh white towel around my waist. My heart was pounding as I locked my belongings away. This was really happening. After seven years of tortured monogamy with Mike, I was back in the game. Back where beings of all kinds came together for one purpose.
As I headed for the door to the baths, I noticed the open plan showers where several human men, the centaur, and what looked to be a Djinn with purple skin were showering. I paused for a moment, watching them chat and fondle one another affectionately. Two of the men were enthralled with a bright gold cock ring that the Djinn was wearing, making his already thick cock even fatter and more pronounced. Another man was talking to the centaur, his hand stroking dangerously close to the thick uncut human cock on the centaur’s front.
God I’d missed this.
Knowing there was more beyond, I took a deep breath and headed for the main bath area. The steam hit me first as I stepped through the door, then the sound—soft murmurs, occasional laughter, the gentle splash of water. The space opened up before me, a large tiled room centered around a pool that could easily fit dozens of people. Around the edge of the roman bath were seats, some occupied, some empty. Beings of all descriptions lounged in the water or on benches. There was a pair of werewolves chatting in a corner, a vampire holding a younger looking man in his arms, and a trio of humans who weretaking turns putting their cocks in a satyr’s mouth that kneeled between them.
I felt suddenly self-conscious, standing there with just a towel between me and a room full of strangers. But that was the point, wasn't it? To be seen. To see others. To connect, even if just for a night. Hell, those guys face-fucking the satyr didn’t care, so why should I?
I made my way to the pool and dipped my toe in. It was the perfect temperature. I took a deep breath and dropped my towel before slipping into the water. I let out a hiss of delight as I felt it embrace me like an old friend. It was incredible. I loved the feeling of weightlessness, the warmth, and the anonymity of being just another body among many. Here in the bathhouse there were no names, no jobs, no titles, and no worries. It was just attraction and mutual release. Simple.
I swam toward a vacant spot near the far edge of the pool, letting the water soothe my aching muscles. The stress of the day—of the past week, really—seemed to dissolve in the warm bath. I closed my eyes for a moment, simply enjoying the sensation.
"First time?"
I opened my eyes to find an orc crouched on the edge of the pool beside me, his green skin vibrant and his tusks sharp. He had a handsome face in that chiseled jock sort of way and had to be at least seven feet tall. However, I couldn’t help it as my gaze traveled downward to the heavy pair of balls and his thick uncut cock with a pink head that nearly touched the floor in this position. He was massive.
“N-No,” I stammered, forcing my eyes back up to his face. “Just haven’t been here in a few years.”
The orc grinned, showing off those impressive tusks. "Welcome back, then." His voice was deep, rumbling like distant thunder. "What brings you here after so long?"
"Needed a change of pace," I said, trying to sound casual even as my eyes kept wanting to drift down to that impressive package. "Just got out of a long relationship."
"Ah," he nodded knowingly. "The rebound fuckfest. Classic."
I laughed despite myself. "Something like that."
He slipped into the water beside me, his massive frame making waves that lapped against my chest. Up close, I could see intricate tribal tattoos covering his shoulders and arms.
"Name's Mabub," he said. “Everyone just calls me Bub though.”
"Kyle."
"Human Kyle," he mused, looking me over with appreciative yellow eyes. "You're in good shape. I like that lip ring."
I felt myself flush, and not just from the hot water. "Thanks. You're, uh... pretty impressive yourself."
Bub laughed, a booming sound that turned a few heads our way. "Subtle." He moved a bit closer, his knee brushing against my thigh underwater. "So what's your type, Kyle? Been a while since you've been here, might need a refresher on what we have to offer."
