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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 39: Spa Time
October 2007
"I miss you." Bobby sounded depressed on the other end of the phone call.
It had been nearly six months since I'd flown Bobby out to Palm Springs to celebrate my birthday. We'd had a wild, wonderful weekend together, dining out at some of the finest restaurants in Southern California and then returning to The Dionysus resort to swap loads with each other and with the other bears and daddies who came to the resort for the weekend.
During that weekend, I'd seen some of the spark and boisterousness of the young Bobby return as he got a glimpse of the unabashed gay life he could have if he weren't stuck back in Cicero. It also rekindled our friendship, and since then we'd resumed our weekly phone calls where I'd recount my latest sexual adventures in a thinly veiled attempt to convince him to move out to L.A. Since it was clear that Bobby wasn't going to be leaving Texas anytime soon, I also tried to encourage him to be a little bolder in his attempts to find guys to hook up with back home.
He'd had a bit of luck by restarting his membership at the Vortex gym, where he'd had a wild and unexpected experience with a desk clerk and a couple of ostensibly straight, married buddies when he was hired to fix the plumbing in the steam room. Bobby now went the gym at least three times a week, and he managed to have furtive hookups with other guys in the steam room or in the showers. Usually it was just circle jerks with other guys in the steam room, but occasionally it would progress to mutual masturbation or blowjobs, and a couple of times he ended up blasting his cum into another bear's ass.
Despite this, during the past few months, I could sense that Bobby was sinking back into the same melancholic mood he had when he had arrived in Palm Springs. I thought that telling him that he'd inspired me to discover a new place to get my rocks off might cheer him up.
A couple of weeks ago, after listening to Bobby telling me about how be fucked a powerlifting musclebear in the Vortex steam room, I decided that I should start investigating where I might be able to have a similar experience in Los Angeles. Actually, before I could do that, I had to jerk off, having been so excited by Bobby's story.
At first, I looked into joining a local gym, maybe one in West Hollywood, where almost all the customers would be gay. The problem was that I didn't think I was ready for a gym membership. The only other places I could think of where there might be steam rooms were spas. And that's when I came across a blog devoted to cruising for sex in Korean spas.
I knew that Los Angeles was a mecca for Korean spas, but until I came across this blog, I was under the impression that it was patronized mostly by elderly Asian men and women. However, this blog made it clear that yes, Korean spas were popular with a lot of old people, but they were also popular with gay men who were increasingly treating the spas like gay bathhouses, especially a select few spas where the owners appeared to look the other way when it came to gay sex happening in their establishments.
There was one Korean spa in particular that kept coming up as a hotbed of illicit gay hookups: Millennium Spa on Olympic Boulevard in Koreatown. Reviews of it described the men's spa as a big, spacious, generally clean spa with a steam room, hot mist room, dry sauna, cold room, warm clay sauna, and hot marble sauna. It also had three pools: a large warm jacuzzi, a hot jacuzzi, and a cold plunge. And it had a sleeping room and even an outdoor patio.
However, o0ne of the reviews came with a warning: Millennium was very popular with the stereotypical WeHo crowd, gay men with lithe, athletic bodies who looked like they could be male models or porn stars, with attitudes to match. They seemed to go to the spas mainly to show off their naked bodies and have sex with fellow twinks or hardbodies. Bears like me were often shunned.
The solution came in the comments on a blog entry about the spa: go on a weekend morning. Weekend mornings seemed to be the best time for bears and daddies at Millennium, probably because the preening model types were still in bed and hungover from late night partying. I made the decision to pay my first visit to a Korean spa that Saturday morning.
Once I paid the spa admission to an elderly Korean lady in the small lobby, she handed me a stack of two white bath towels and a hand towel along with a locker key on an elastic wristband. She pointed to the glass door leading to the locker room of the men's spa.
The only other guys in the locker room were a young Asian twink who was just finishing dressing and a lean, athletic jock who was half undressed. I found and unlocked my assigned locker and began stripping off my clothes. I glanced over at the jock, who took off his shirt to reveal a defined six-pack. I looked down at my own round, fuzzy belly and began to wonder if I'd made a mistake. For the first time in probably a decade I was feeling self-conscious about my body.
I looked away as the jock finished undressing and closed his locker. Completely naked except for a bath towel slung over his shoulder, he strolled towards the men's spa area. As he passed me, he reached out and brushed my belly with his hand.
Startled, I looked up to find him flashing a grin at me. "Cute," was all he said to me as he continued into the spa.
No longer self-conscious, I decided to copy the jock and sling one of my bath towels over my shoulder, then proceeded to stroll confidently into the spa. I pushed open a frosted glass door and entered the main "wet" area of the spa with the pools and steam room, and where a half-dozen bears of various ages were lounging in the pools or in lounge chairs. They all turned to look at me as I entered, and from their lustful expressions I could tell that I was just the type of newcomer that they'd been waiting for. I have to admit that it made me feel almost like some kind of god.
But first, new arrivals were expected to shower before using the spa facilities. The showers were located along a wall that faced the pool and lounge areas, in full view of the wet area. That meant that as I showered off my naked body, I was basically putting on a show for everyone else in the spa. For a business that wanted to be known as a legitimate Korean spa, it sure seemed designed to cater to horny naked men eager to look at other naked men.
I was blasted by a wall of steam as I opened the glass door to the steam room. I entered the room with my bath towel wrapped around my waist, the scent of eucalyptus opening my sinuses. As went deeper into the steam, I was able to figure out that the room was rectangular, with two levels of seating covered in marble tiles. I was also able to see the shadowy figures of over a half-dozen seated naked men. No one appeared to be engaging in any kind of sexual activity.
Bobby had actually told me about this. Guys in the steam room would just sit there and try to act cool, afraid that you might be some random straight dude who might be shocked by gay shenanigans in the spa and go complain to management.
"So how do you let everyone know that you're there to play?" I had asked Bobby.
"Here's what you do," he replied, for once sounding like the authority. "Go in with your towel on, but then..."
I did exactly what he suggested. I saw that there was a space between two men near the back of the steam room. Although I couldn't see the men in any detail, I could tell that they were both on the beefy side.
"Hey," I said as I sat down between the two men. And then with a little flourish, I opened up my towel to completely expose myself, and then sat back casually, acting like I was just there to enjoy the steam. But it was also signaling that I was open to play. I could tell that the man to the left of me was a Latino musclebear covered in dark brown fur. The man on my right was a pale, ginger bear with a furry chest and a stubbly beard.
The anticipation of having some spontaneous, anonymous action with chunky men who I couldn't even really see caused my cock to begin to twitch and harden. And then the Latino musclebear to my left reached over and began fondling my stiffening shaft with his hand.
And then I felt the hand of the ginger bear on my right on my chest, squeezing my pecs. I looked around, and in the thick steam, I could see the shadows of the other men in the steam room moving around, re-engaging in all sorts of sex acts that I'm sure had been happening before I'd entered the steam room.
There were the sounds of moaning and slurping all around me. And then some of the moaning was coming from me as the Latino musclebear who was rubbing my cock leaned down and engulfed my cock in his mouth. I was only a few minutes into my first visit to a Korean spa, and I was already getting my dick sucked.
The ginger bear leaned over and started kissing my neck. I felt the bristly hair of his short beard scratching against my skin as he moved his lips down to my chest and kissed and licked my pecs and nipples. I reached over with both my hands and grabbed the cocks of both men who were currently servicing me with their mouths. They began to moan as I pumped their erect shafts with my fists.
Elsewhere in the steam room, I heard a man grunt as he came, and another man made choking sounds as he gulped down the load. I found myself wondering if it was like this all day every day in the steam room, just a series of men having orgasms every few minutes, one after the other. I wonder how many men came a day in there.
I didn't have much time to wonder, though, because I soon became the newest member of that club as my cock throbbed and spurted my load down the throat of the musclebear who was blowing me. I couldn't help groaning loudly as I came, and I heard another man in the steam room utter, "Fuck yeah, man," in approval.
As my orgasm came to an end, both bears on either side of me sat up and leaned back as I continued jerking both of them off with energetically. I increased my strokes, and I was sure everyone else in the steam room could hear the wet, squishing sounds of my dual handjobs. Even louder were the heavy breaths and groans of both men as they neared their climaxes.
Both bears cried out in unison as their shafts pulsed in my fists, and ropes of cum exploded from their cocks and splashed onto the marble floor of the steam room. "Oh god," the ginger bear on my right growled as he came, while the Latino musclebear on my left just shook and moaned as he emptied his balls.
After I regained my breath, I got up and left the steam room to cool off. No sooner had I sat down in a lounge chair to recover, I saw the muscled jock who had rubbed my belly in the locker room exiting the steam room, his partial erection still dripping with cum. I realized that he must have been the other guy I had heard cumming down another guy's throat.
"First time?" he asked as he stopped in front of me.
"Yeah," I replied, still a bit out of breath. "This is some place."
"Glad to see you're having fun," he said with a smile, then headed to the showers.
After a minute, I decided to take a quick, cold shower, then headed to soak in the large warm pool that dominated the wet area of the spa to relax and recharge.
It was about an hour later when I pulled open the frosted glass door and looked into the large, dimly lit clay sauna, a big, open square room with the walls and floor covered in dark red clay tile. Even the long, banquette-styled seating the ran along two sides of the room in an L-shape were covered in the same clay tile.
As I stepped into the room, I realized that the clay tile served a purpose: all the surfaces of the room were heated, probably from some kind of heating coils beneath the clay.
I also saw that there was only one other man resting in the clay sauna. To encourage patrons to lie on the floor and maybe nap, there were rectangular wooden blocks that served as wooden pillows. And as I entered the room and closed the glass door behind me, I saw that there was a large, naked chubby Japanese man who looked about my age lying in the middle of the floor, his head resting on one of the wooden pillows.
He had buzzcut jet black hair and a goatee that framed a bullet-shaped head and an incredibly thick neck. His eyes were closed, and I couldn't tell whether he was asleep, but his big round belly and huge barrel chest were rising and falling slowly as he lay there. And he had his groin covered by a hand towel. I thought be might actually be a sumo wrestler, with a completely smooth, hairless body that was both muscular and fat at the same time.
I padded over to the back of the room and sat down, which gave me a perfect view of his massively thick body in profile. It occurred to me that I'd never really been that attracted to Asian men, but I found something incredibly sexy about this particular chubby bear. It might have been his body, or it may have been his face, which was both handsome AND cute. He looked like he was the type of guy you'd want to cuddle with but could also kill you with his bare hands.
As I did in the steam room, I threw open my towel and just sat there completely exposed, even though I didn't even know whether the guy was awake. I just gazed at his body, my cock stiffening from the sight of his prone body on the floor.
Finally, he seemed to rouse, yawning like a sleepy bear and then opening his eyes. He turned his head and saw me sitting there, naked and the only other person in the room.
"Hey there," he said with a cute smile, looking like a teddy bear. "You're the first person I've seen in here in nearly half an hour."
"Yeah," I replied. "I think all of the action is in the steam room today."
The Japanese bear chuckled. "Yeah, it can get kind of intense in there. That's why I like coming in here and enjoying the calm."
"You do look relaxed," I said. "Hey, my name's Sloan."
"Nice to meet you," he replied. "I'm Toshi."
"So you're Japanese?"
"I am," he said. "So did you already get some action in the steam room?"
I was a little surprised by his directness, but I guess the guys at this spa wanted to get straight to the point. "Yeah, my first time here, and in less than fifteen minutes I got sucked off and then jerked off two guys."
Toshi laughed, his big belly shaking adorably. "Yeah, that's happened to me here, too."
By this point, I was rubbing my cock, which was now fully erect. Seeing this, Toshi casually pulled the hand towel off his groin to reveal his own, beercan thick cock, which he began to fondle with his thick, stubby fingers until it hardened to a super thick six inches. He had a big, friendly grin on his face, which made him look even cuter and cuddlier despite his imposing body.
I finally stood, walked over to him, and knelt next to him, wrapping my hand around his hard cock and tugging on it. Toshi's grin grew even bigger, and he raised his thick arms and put his hands behind his head as I jerked him off. I looked over his naked body, impressed by the thickness of every part of him.
I then leaned down and slid the entire length of his cock into my mouth and began sucking on it. Toshi let out a loud moan of pleasure as I worked on his shaft with my lips and tongue. Precum was beginning to leak out of his cock head, and his meat tasted so good in my mouth. He must have spent some time in the steam room earlier, too, because his body smelled pleasantly of eucalyptus.
"That feels so fucking good," he groaned as I continued massaging his dick with my mouth.
I pulled my mouth off him, looking at his thick, throbbing erection, now almost a purplish red color. I looked up at his still grinning face.
"I want you inside me," I said as I got up onto my knees and straddled his body.
Toshi's eyes grew wide with wonder as I lowered myself onto his cock, letting it push into my waiting hole and slide into my ass. His grin dissolved as he opened his mouth in an expression of sexual joy.
"Oh my god," he groaned. "I've been coming here for two years, and nothing like this has ever happened."
"Guess you just needed someone like me to start coming here."
I started to ride his cock, lifting and lowering my body up and down the length of his shaft. My own erection was bouncing on Toshi's big soft belly, and Toshi reached down, wrapped his hand around it, and began jerking me off as I fucked him.
Toshi also started to thrust his wide hips, plunging his cock into me as I rode him. Soon we developed a steady rhythm, our bodies heaving and humping together. I ran my hands over his thick, meaty pecs and swelling, smooth belly as he continued masturbating me with one hand while feeling my fuzzy belly with his other hand.
We stared into each other's eyes, lost in ecstasy, not even concerned that someone could walk into the room at any moment. We just wanted to make the other cum.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot," I moaned as Toshi increased his strokes on my dripping erection. "I'm gonna paint your belly with my cum."
"Yeah, shoot it," Toshi growled. "Shoot it on me."
I grunted and groaned as my orgasm swept through me. My jizz blasted out in white jets and streaked across Toshi's heaving stomach. Seeing this, Toshi opened his mouth in a big O, then he tilted his head back and let out a low-pitched cry as his thick cock began pulsing in my ass.
Toshi shot his load deep into my guts, filling me with his sperm. Both of our bodies, now glistening and dripping with sweat, shook and heaved as we both climaxed.
Even as he was still cumming in my ass, I laid my body down on top of Toshi's trembling body, pressing my cum between our big, soft bellies. I planted my mouth against his and kissed him deeply. He whimpered as we kissed, still in the throes of his orgasm. Finally, his whimpers turned into a sigh of contentment as he pumped the last of his fluid into my ass.
As I pulled back to admire his adorable face, I looked down at my sticky cum coating both of our bellies. "We're gonna need to shower, but I think everyone's going to be able to see that we're covered in cum."
Toshi finally grinned again. "Let's just say that I'm used to it."