It was a pleasant summer day, and I decided to take the day off. I needed a break from my stressful job and was also in the mood for some excitement. I bought a full-day pass to a spa — a clothing-optional place with a men’s-only section. It was a haven for bisexual and gay men, though straight guys visited too. If you were lucky, you could find yourself surrounded entirely by a gay or bi crowd.

I arrived around 10 a.m., checked in, and headed to the locker room. The whole facility was quiet; I didn’t see many people. Since it was a weekday, I figured it might be slow and hoped more visitors would arrive later. I planned to stay until closing time in the evening.

Inside the silent locker room, I began undressing slowly, taking in the environment. I removed my T-shirt, exposing my torso, then slid down my trousers to reveal my red briefs.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned slightly. A man in his mid-50s, stocky and about 6’5”, was at his locker. It seemed like he had just arrived, and I noticed he was giving me a quick glance.

I turned fully toward him, aware of his gaze. I knew that he was watching me. I bent slightly, hunched my legs, and pulled my briefs down, exposing my penis and ass. I was fully naked, my cock half erect slightly leaking precum.

The man across the room was watching intently. I looked at him, and he nodded with a smile. I smiled back.

Choosing not to wear a robe, I walked to the shower. The warm water was relaxing and refreshing. Afterward, I poured myself a glass of lime-infused sparkling water, took a lounge chair, and scanned the room as I sipped.

After a while, I slipped into the hot jacuzzi, letting the bubbling water ease my body. A few minutes later, two more older men entered the locker room. I realized I might be the youngest person there that day.

The man from earlier was reclining on a lounge chair, a towel draped loosely around his hips. He had a strong, attractive build. After glancing my way, he stood and walked into the steam room.

I lingered for a bit, still naked, sipping my water. Then I wrapped a towel around my waist, refilled my drink, and headed to the steam room. It had double doors, making it private from the outside, and the warm, yellow lighting cast a soft glow over the stepped seating.

Inside, I saw the mid-50s man relaxing nude. I sat opposite him, unwrapped my towel, and settled in. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him watching me. The attention sent a pleasant thrill through me.

I sat down facing him. Our eyes met. I gave a slight nod and a faint smile. I studied his physique — impressive for someone in his fifties — and noticed his confident, relaxed posture. His cock was already erect. The ball sack was a bit bigger and looked heavy.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied. He smiled and leaned back, closing his eyes and breathing slowly. The steam surrounded us, and soon sweat was dripping from our bodies.

I glanced at him again. He was slowly rubbing and jerking his thick uncut cock, watching me. I shifted my position, subtly responding to his energy. I slowly opened my legs watching that, and started touching my cock. Both of us nodded.

“Would you like to get closer?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Can I sit next to you?”

“Yes.”

He moved across the steam room, standing before me. His thick cock was fully erect and throbbing. His presence felt commanding.

I placed my hand on his warm, sweaty, thick cock and slowly jerked. He ran his hand over my nipple and slightly pinched it.

I let out a soft moan and told him, “Harder.”

He took the cue. He twisted my right nipples between his two fingers and with the other hand, he ran it over my head and then slowly choked my neck.

“Yes, sir,” I murmured.

The intensity in his movements deepened. He kept choking my neck and got hold of my balls and squeezed. I let out a louder moan now.

“Do you like it, hmm?” he asked. “Bitch?”

“Huh… yes, sir. I like it.”

“Good,” he said.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Mark,” he replied.

Just then, the steam room door opened and several older men walked in. Mark quickly returned to his seat. It was getting hotter in the room, so I decided to step out for some fresh air.

I walked naked across the floor to the warm pool and lowered myself in, closing my eyes as the water soothed me. It’s a great start, I told myself.

After a while, Mark came out and sat in a lounge chair near me, his eyes following my every move. I could tell he was enjoying the view.

I emerged from the pool, water dripping from my body, and walked over to the lounge area. Without hesitation, I sat beside him.

“You like being a slut?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“You’ve got a smooth body — perfect for it,” he said with a smirk.

I thanked him for the compliment. We continued chatting for a while, and it seemed we were both planning to stay at the spa until closing.

“How do you like it? Do you prefer one-on-one, or do you enjoy groups too?” he asked, adjusting himself casually under his towel.

“The more, the merrier,” I said.

“Good boy,” he replied.

“Let me make some calls. I’ll be back,” he said, standing and walking toward the locker room.

A wave of surprise and excitement washed over me. I sipped my water and closed my eyes, slowly drifting toward sleep. About thirty minutes later, I heard his voice.

“You awake?” Mark asked. I hadn’t even noticed him return.

I nodded.

“Let’s hit the warm pool,” he said.

We walked together to the pool, both of us unclothed, and slid into the warm water.

“I’ve called some of my friends. They’ll be arriving soon,” he said.

“Oh, that’s great!” I exclaimed.

“The other two guys here will probably leave soon, and the front desk said there aren’t any more scheduled visits. We might get a few walk-ins, but for the most part, it’ll be just us. It’s going to be a fun day,” he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“That’s going to be amazing. I can’t wait, sir.”

He smiled again.

“You can relax until 2 p.m. After that, you’ll follow whatever instructions we give you until closing.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

It was already 1 p.m., and my anticipation was building. I grabbed some snacks and watched television for a while. Soon, 2 p.m. arrived, and Mark gave me a subtle signal to head toward the pool area.

“Go to the third shower room and wait there — kneeling,” he instructed.

“Yes, sir,” I said, and obeyed.

As instructed, I went to the third shower and knelt on the cold floor. A few minutes later, I heard voices, and the door opened. Mark entered with two of his friends.

They were both in their mid-fifties, well-toned — one with a hairy chest, the other smoother. Mark introduced me with a grin.

“This is the one I told you about,” he said.

All three men looked at me with an intense, hungry gaze. The room was small — barely big enough for three people to stand comfortably. They stepped closer, surrounding me.

I could smell the sweat of Mark’s friends, as they were yet to shower.

Mark held my hair tight and ordered me to open my mouth wide. He stuffed his cock into my mouth and started fucking it.

I gave out a mild moan.

“Be silent. Bitch.”

Mark gave me a firm command, and I obeyed.

I gave a deep blowjob to Mark and he let out deep breaths, enjoying my act.

His friends watched closely, jerking themselves off. The small room was filled with heat and the sound of water running.

In a few minutes, one of Mark’s friends, Chris, pushed his cock into my mouth and I licked and sucked his cock. He was followed by Tim, his second friend.

For the next ten to fifteen minutes, the three men took turns, each enjoying my attention. As I was deepthroating Chris, one of them opened the shower. The steam rose as the shower ran, and the space smelled of soap and skin.

When they finished showering, Mark gave his next instruction.

“In exactly ten minutes, come to the steam room,” he said, then left with his friends.

I rinsed off, dried myself, drank some water, and waited for the time to pass. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I headed to the steam room.

Inside, I found them seated, chatting and lounging without any concern for modesty.

“Get on the floor,” Mark ordered. “You don’t stop until we say so.”

I laid my towel on the wet tiles and knelt. I started taking one cock at a time in my mouth. I deepthroated and moaned a lot this time since the sound wasn’t gonna go out. I kept swapping between all three on them and they closed their eyes and kept relaxing. The steam made everything hazy and warm.

In one instance, Mark pushed my head deep down his cock to his balls. I could feel his precum on the back of my throat.

Partway through, the door opened, and two new men walked in.

“Fuck, look at that,” one of them said.

“Well, he’s ours for the day,” Mark replied. “You want in?”

They decided to watch for a while before joining. The room grew hotter, sweat running down my back.

Soon, one of the newcomers stepped forward, jerking off. In a few minutes, he came. I could feel hot jizz on my shoulders. He gave a satisfied smile before leaving.

The other guy came forward now. He held me by my throat and shoved his cock in my mouth and fucked it very hard. I was giving loud noises, and in a few minutes he came a lot into my throat.

“Thank you, sir,” I told him. He smiled and left the steam room.

“Time for a break,” Tim announced.

“Let’s shower and hit the warm pool in a while. Slut, you should join us after showering,” Mark said.

I rinsed off, then walked to the warm pool. The others were still lounging in their chairs. Slowly, I eased into the warm water and let it surround me as I sipped from a cup.

I could feel the fatigue setting in — the heat from the steam, the sweat, the constant intensity of the day. My throat was sore from earlier.

A few minutes later, Chris joined me in the pool. He moved closer, firmly grabbed my ass, and whispered that he was going to ruin my asshole.

He was rubbing his middle finger over my asshole and smiled. I felt a rush of adrenaline. He slowly pushed his finger into my hole and moved it deep inside. I let out a moan and squirmed. It was very risky to do this out in the public, too.

Chris retracted his finger and started relaxing in the pool.

Then, without much more, he left the pool, telling me to drink plenty of water and join him in the steam room in fifteen minutes.

When I entered the steam room, it was just Chris.

“On all fours, like a good dog,” he said.

I obeyed. He stood up came near me, kneeled and held my hips tight. He arched my back and held my hair from the back. He pulled it hard and without any warning. He pushed his cock deep inside my ass. Surprisingly, he had lubed his cock.

I let out a scream as he fucked me hard. He held my hips very tight and fucked me so hard that I was starting to lose my senses.

I was moaning loudly and screaming. I forgot where I was and I could feel my pussy getting stretched.

In a few minutes, Chris came inside me and let out loud moans. I couldn’t take it anymore and I fell off on the towel, over the wet floor.

“You’re a good one,” Chris said before leaving.

It took me a moment to recover. Eventually, I stood, breathing heavily, and made my way toward the shower. Outside, Mark and Tim were still chatting and sipping drinks. They watched me pass, grinning knowingly.

Under the cold spray, I tried to fully come back to my senses. A knock came at the shower door. It was Mark.

“Drink my cum,” he said simply.

I knelt under the running water and gave him a rough blowjob. It looked like he was already jerking off as I could taste the precum. He mouth fucked me hard and in a few minutes he came. He held me tight. I swallowed all of his juice and then he left.

“You’re free now,” he said, before leaving.

I felt a mix of relief and a small pang of disappointment that the day was ending. My body was sore, my energy drained.

After a long shower, I returned to the lounge and drank plenty of water, slowly feeling my body reset. I saw Mark and Chris leaving; Tim was nowhere in sight. I stayed another thirty minutes, letting the calm settle over me.

Eventually, I dressed, left the spa, and walked through the multilevel parking structure toward my car.

As I was unlocking my car, I heard a voice behind me.

“Did you think I’d let you go that easily?”

I turned — it was Tim.

He led me toward a secluded corner of the parking structure and removed his pants.

“Kneel,” he said.

I knelt. He started jerking his cock, watching my face.

“Stay like that,” he said.

He kept jerking fast and blasted his cum on my face.

“Walk to your car without wiping it off,” he instructed.

I obeyed, making my way slowly to where my car was parked at the far end.

I was, without question, playing the role they wanted. And I loved every moment of it.