Page 2 of The Werewolf's Sauna

“Yep,” he nodded, gesturing toward the door on the right hand side. “Enjoy the bathhouse.”

I gave him one last nod and a small wave, but he was no longer looking at me. Taking a deep breath, I pushed my way through the swinging door as he buzzed me through. The moment the wave of chlorine and fresh linens hit me, I felt myself relax. Tonight was going to be just what I needed.

The first stop was the locker room of course. Usually there wasn’t much going on in there. People had a tendency to save their excitement for the rest of the bathhouse. However, before I’d even found my locker, I saw at least a dozen cocks. Some hard, some flaccid, and some not human at all. And nobody cared that I stared openly, enjoying the sight of each one as my own cock thickened and tented my shorts. Of course, there were a few grunts and moans coming from the open plan showers, but I paid them little mind. I was here for the next few hours and I didn’t want to blow my load on the appetizer. Not when the bathhouse had so much more to offer.

Once I found my locker, I stored all my items away and slipped the key around my neck. I headed for the showers first, wanting to rinse off before I went inside. In this place I wasn’t shy. I walked openly, my cock flopping from side to side. It had taken me months to build that kind of confidence of course. And I was still a bit shy to initiate the actual sex part. Usually I left that to another. But I wasnotshy about watching other people fuck. The moment I stepped into the open showers and turned the way on, I turned to let it run down my back so I could let my eyes wander.

In the center of the room, at the base of a shower tree, was a young human twink on his knees. He couldn’t have been older than nineteen, but he was sucking cock like an old pro. He stroked a long, thick cock, pumping it with his fist as he swallowed what he could lengthwise. Another man stepped up,his bulging muscles glistening with water. His cock was a little shorter, but thick and heavy. The twink let the other go with a pop, taking this new cock into his mouth while he stroked the other.

However, his attention was pulled upward as a dark-furred creature stepped up, his massive dark-skinned dick throbbing. He had a long snout, tall pointed ears, and a golden loop through each nipple. I recognized him immediately as an Anubis. They were rare and not seen often in my part of the world. Maybe he was on vacation or maybe he’d just moved to my city. Either way, his fangs gleamed bright white as he smiled down at the twink.

“Would you like to ride my cock?” he asked, his deep voice echoing off the tiles. His accent was thick and mesmerizing. “Would that please you?”

The twink nodded dumbly, dropping the cocks he’d been servicing and launching himself onto the Anubis. He swallowed his cock greedily, choking on it before he even swallowed it halfway. The other two men stepped back, both stroking themselves as they watched. I was also rock hard, giving myself a few soft strokes to send shivers up my spine.

Once the Anubis’s cock was thoroughly covered in saliva, the Anubis reached down and easily lifted his prey. Tucking his arms under the twink’s knees, he held him close to his chest, his massive cock throbbing against pale flesh. The twink moaned, his hole spread wide as the Anubis prepared to fuck him standing up.

He turned to the onlookers, giving them a toothy grin before he pressed the twink up against the shower wall to stabilize him. Angling himself so that his thick rod was pressed up against the twink’s pink hole, he pushed forward. At first I thought he was too big to fit. But as I stood there watching in awe, he began to slowly work himself in. The thick cockhead disappeared first,the ridge drawing a gasping moan from the twink. Then, inch by inch, he drove himself deeper until he was buried to the hilt.

Others gathered around, each of them stroking their own cocks as they watched. And they were right to be interested, the show was incredible. But as the room seemed to get crowded, I knew it was time for me to move on. I wanted to participate, not just watch. Turning off the water, I left the shower and the twink getting railed behind me. I grabbed one of the small towels, wrapped it around my waist, and headed through the double doors into the rest of the bathhouse.

The first one, and by far the largest, was the roman style bath. Everything from the floor to the ceiling was tiled in a beautiful mosaic of blue and a white. Steam rose from the hot water, creating a hazy atmosphere that made the space feel dreamlike. The bath itself was enormous, easily accommodating thirty people, with stone ledges at varying depths around the perimeter. Soft lighting cast dancing shadows on the walls, and the gentle sound of water circulating through hidden jets created a soothing ambiance.

I dropped my towel on a nearby hook and slipped into the warm water, letting out a deep sigh as the heat enveloped my body. The temperature was perfect, just hot enough to relax every muscle, but not so hot that it was uncomfortable. I found a spot along one of the ledges and settled in, letting my head fall back against the smooth stone.

Around me, other men and creatures lounged in various states of relaxation and arousal. A few were engaged in quiet conversation, their voices echoing softly off the tiles. Others sat in companionable silence, eyes closed, simply enjoying the warmth. But what caught my attention was the subtle undercurrent of desire that permeated the space.

To my left, a heavily tattooed man with salt-and-pepper hair was slowly stroking himself beneath the water, his eyes fixed ona younger guy across the pool, a Kitsune with beautiful cream and orange fur. The object of his attention seemed aware of the scrutiny and was putting on a subtle show, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back in a way that accentuated his lean physique.

I felt my own cock stirring again as I watched the silent courtship play out. The older man eventually moved through the water, approaching with confident strokes. No words were exchanged, just a questioning look that was answered with a subtle nod. Soon they were pressed together against the pool's edge, hands exploring under the concealing water.

The sight sent heat through my body that had nothing to do with the temperature of the bath. I stayed for another twenty minutes, watching various encounters unfold around me, before the urge to seek more active participation became too strong to ignore.

I hauled myself out of the pool, water cascading off my body, and grabbed my towel. But instead of wrapping it around my waist, I simply carried it as I padded barefoot down one of the dimly lit corridors that branched off from the main bath area.

The hallway was lined with doorways, some open, some closed, some with curtains partially drawn. Soft moans and the sound of skin against skin drifted from several of the rooms. But I wasn't looking for a private space yet. I was headed for the gloryhole area, a section of the bathhouse that never failed to provide exactly the kind of anonymous encounter I craved.

The room was smaller than the bath, with black-painted walls and dim red lighting. Along one wall was a series of private booths with holes cut at the perfect height. Each was equipped with padded benches on both sides. The setup was simple but effective. You could either give or receive, and the anonymity was complete.

I could see several of the booths were already occupied, the silhouettes of men visible through the semi-sheer curtains. I chose an empty booth near the end of the row, slipping inside and drawing the curtain behind me. The booth was minimalist, just the padded bench and a small shelf that held packets of lube and condoms. I settled onto the bench, my cock already half-hard with anticipation.

The gloryhole itself was about three inches in diameter, cut perfectly into the partition at crotch height. Through it, I could see the adjacent booth was empty, but I wasn't concerned. Friday nights were busy, and it wouldn't be long before someone wandered in.

I was right. Within minutes, a shadow fell across the floor of the neighboring booth as someone entered. I couldn't see much through the hole, just a glimpse of blue-tinted skin that suggested my neighbor wasn't human. My cock twitched with interest.

There was a moment of stillness, then a thick, ridged appendage pushed through the hole. It wasn't quite a cock as I knew it… more like a tentacle with a tapered head, covered in small, soft protrusions. It was a deep cerulean blue with pulsing violet veins running along its length.

I'd sucked off enough creatures at the bathhouse to recognize an oceanic being when I saw one. Maybe a sea demon or a kraken. Whatever he was, his appendage was beautiful, and already secreting a transparent fluid that glistened in the dim light.

I leaned forward, running my tongue along the underside of the unusual organ. The taste was briny but pleasant, like the ocean itself. The tentacle-cock twitched in response, and I heard a soft hiss of pleasure from the other side of the wall.

Taking the tapered head into my mouth, I discovered the small protrusions along its surface were incredibly sensitive.Each time my tongue brushed against them, the appendage would pulse and release more of its salty pre-cum. I worked my way down its length, taking as much as I could, letting the strange texture massage the roof of my mouth.

As I sucked, I wrapped my hand around my own cock, stroking in rhythm with my bobbing head. The creature on the other side began to thrust gently, pushing its appendage deeper into my throat. I relaxed and took it, feeling a peculiar tingling sensation spread through my mouth and down my throat, some property of the fluid it was secreting.

The tingling wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it heightened every sensation, making my lips and tongue hypersensitive. I moaned around the throbbing appendage, which seemed to encourage my partner. The thrusts became more insistent, and I could hear ragged breathing from the other side of the partition.

Just as I was finding my rhythm, another shadow darkened the booth on my other side. I glanced over to see another hole, one I hadn't noticed before. Through it emerged a more familiar sight, a thick, veiny human cock, already hard and leaking.

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