Indianapolis—October, 2025
I finally had a break from my work gig in
Indiana. I went to the bathhouse on a
Saturday afternoon. I am always amazed
that a smaller city like Indianapolis, in a deeply red state, can support two
bathhouses. I have been to both and like
both. The Club, part of the chain, is
right downtown and the clientele seems to be younger. I go to the Works, which is on the north side
and an independent bathhouse. It has a
new owner and major renovations were just beginning when I was last there in
December. I was intrigued to see what
was new.
The changes are apparent from the moment I walk
in. You now buy your admission in a small
lobby before being buzzed into the building proper. I ask for a locker. They are in a new location on the first floor
and not the basement. It was a room that
once, back in the 90’s, had been a ‘movie theatre’ showing actual films for
those who were staying for extended times and wanted a break from porn. It has sat empty and unused for years. It is a much more comfortable place to change
than the crowded corridor the lockers were jammed into before down in the
basement. The first level has also
changed the location of the vending machine to a small inhouse store for the
usual lubes, jocks, etc.
I go to the basement first. Everything here, minus the lockers, is the
same. Steam (working!) and the sauna,
showers and a few rooms around the exercise equipment and four screens of porn. There is still a glory hole room here.
On the second floor is the biggest change. The small television room and a room with a
fuckbench are totally different. The rooms are combined. There is a big screen television and three
glory hole cubicles in the first area that connects to a four-screen viewing lounge,
with comfortable seating, in the second.
It also has a flat padded space for play. The bigger television room down the hall has
gotten an upgrade, too. Much more
comfortable seating though not likely as playful an area because of it. The sling remains in a separate playroom.
I am impressed.
There are not many men about yet. I had undressed with a hot guy with what
looked like a big dick. We meet again in
the sauna after my tour. I have kept my
uniform of boots and jock on. He’s in a
jock, too. And he is stroking his dick
to hardness.
A guy my age comes in from the steam room, lackadaisically
drying himself and leaning against the wall.
He has huge, pronounced nipples.
Then a much younger man than any of us comes in and sits on the lower
bench, just below me and off to the side.
He is a big man—a mix of thick, worked out arms and some extra weight he
is obviously working to lose. He is a
talker and strikes up a conversation. The
two other men leave. We converse about
the new changes. He hasn’t been upstairs
yet.
Then: “If you’d ever like some head, let me know.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He moves around to kneel on the lower bench. He opens wide and swallows me down. Fuck!
He’s great. It doesn’t hurt that
I haven’t had sex in two weeks. (I can’t
believe that I just typed that, but it’s true!)
He adds his hand, a little too tight on my shaft, thinking he’ll get my
load faster that way.
I ask him to ease up.
He does. It feels so much
better. I lay my hand on the back of his
head to urge him deeper. He does it. And chokes.
He comes up for air and attacks me again as soon as he’s filled his
lungs. He bops up and down rather
shallowly and then goes deeper and deeper.
He chokes again. This time bring
up spittle. He wraps it around my
cock. I let him clean it off, before I
suggest he lick my balls. He loves how sweaty
they are from being in the warm sauna.
He finally needs a moment to catch his breath. I suggest me meet up later after we both
wander a little.
I sit along the side wall in the basement, stroking to
the four-screen porn down here. The guy
with the big nipples comes over. He
drops his towel and kneels on it. His
head feels entirely different. Maybe
more suction and a tighter grip with his lips shielding his teeth. It feels just as good. He can’t keep away from my balls either (no
urging for him to find them) and he leaves them wet and slimy.
He stands up. I
think he wants some reciprocation. And I’m
fine with that. But as I go to my knees,
he turns and leans against some of the equipment, jutting his ass out at
me. Yeah, I want him as my first fuck. I move to rim his hole.
I can’t. It’s
totally foul. I suggest a shower and he
looks daggers at me…
I wander and end up in the new porn room upstairs with
the four screens. I stroke. The big guy comes in and sits with me. We chat some more. He asks what I like to do sexually. I tell him my fetishes. All things he’s says he’s never tried…but is
open to experience.
We move on to fucking.
“I’d love to feel you in my hole.”
I nod and he gets on all fours on the new padded area
next to the padded bench we were on before.
I get on my knees and pull his generous cheeks apart. My face is truly buried by his mounds of ass
as I tongue his hole. I love it. He loves it.
He keeps telling me to eat him out, get him ready for that big
cock. I do just as he asks. Longer likely. But both of us are right where we need to be.
I stand up and slide in. He gasps, but adjusts quickly. I fuck him.
Slow and deep. Then hard and fast. I pull out and taste his hole again. The man is awash in his own juices. I devour his fucked butt. I reach down.
He has massive balls and his cock has retreated so far into his body I
can just feel the head. But he is leaking
precum like crazy. I cover my fingers
and rub it on his ass.
“You are so dirty…” he mumbles.
I do it again.
His juices are so sweet, I can’t stop licking them up.
But I do, so I fuck him once more.
I keep licking and fucking him until I’m truly winded.
We take a break.
I wander.
I find a slim boy on all fours in his room. He has a collar on and a chain leash that
runs down his back, where the handle hangs down his ass crack. (Was he blindfolded? I don’t remember…) I touch his ass. There is so much lube in his hole I don’t rim
him. I just enter him. Easily.
But he gasps and tells me to go slowly.
I do. But he’s one of those men that
needs to tell me how to fuck his ass.
After the complete surrender of the other man, this looks hotter than it
feels. I fuck him a little longer. And go on my way.
I wander.
I end up in the same four-screen lounge. A few men check in, but there is not the
crowd in the daytime on the weekend like I have seen it during the week.
My big guy arrives for round two. I have him suck me again. I sit, legs splayed, on the platform. He sucks me.
He knows I fucked the other guy, as he’d stood at the open door and
watched. He moans at the idea my cock
has been in another man.
Soon we are fucking.
And the guy in the jock brings the other bottom into the room. The fuck temperature of the room
skyrockets. I fuck the big guy on all
fours, while the other top fucks the slim one.
“Wanna change?” I ask him.
“You bet.”
We pull out at the same time and slip into different asses. He groans at the incredibly wet hole I’ve
been in. I like that I’m no longer being
told how to fuck by the slim guy.
“I want to watch you fuck him,” says the other
top. He has pulled out and is moving so
the big guy can suck him while I fuck.
He sits where I did and now the big guy has two dicks inside him. The slim bottom comes over to watch—to his
credit he’s supportive, not pissed off.
“Fuck him harder,” the other top instructs. “Slam him so I can feel it.”
I do. Hard and
fast.
“Fuck him, daddy,” says the other bottom.
“That’s it!” crows the other top. The room fills with the slapping sounds of
wet flesh.
“Ah, fuck…” the top is shooting, convulsing in the
mouth of the larger man. He shoots and
shoots, but he can’t take a cock cleaning.
The other two take off.
I slow the fuck and pull out. I want to taste his hole again.
“I’d love to have your load in me…” he groans as I
lick him out once again. I use his precum
again for more lube.
And the act of wiping it on his ass makes me realize
that I’m there. I stand up and fuck it
as deeply into his guts as I possibly can…
