The first thing I usually do upon arriving at the baths is to take a spin around the place, like a general reconnaisance. Just to get a sense of the vibe, see if it's crowded, whether it's a young crowd or not. This time, it seemed pretty empty. No twinks posing, no walruses in the steam room, no nothing.

So I unlocked my room, changed into a towel, and headed to the showers. It was a hot summer afternoon, and I was sweaty beyond sex appeal. It felt great to soap up, get hard, cool down. I figured I'd head for the sauna to towel off and relax.

As I left the showers, I almost walked into a guy. Fuck, he was huge, towering over me. Trim beard, hairy chest, and sexy as hell. I caught his eye, he definitely caught mine, and we glanced back at each other as we passed. Sweet!

The sauna is my favorite feature of this place because it's pitch black. No lights, just grope your way to an open spot on the bench. The only time you can see who's who is when light spills in around a new arrival.

I was standing against the wall toweling off when my gentle giant came in. So fuckin hot just to be in the same room with him, except he headed for the group going at it in the corner. I wasn't ready for a group just yet. Hell, I literally just got there.

I was hoping my eyes would adjust to the dark, but they didn't. It was just blurs and brushing arms, legs, chests, and the occasional grope. Some old guys just go for it, no matter how many times you remove their hands.

I was about to head out when I felt a huge arm around my back, pulling me into a warm, solid, furry chest. It had to be him. The other hand went right for my ass. I never learned how tops with only one hand, can separate and penetrate in one smooth gesture. This time, though, it was like a huge paw, gentle but not taking no for an answer.

At one point, my face was in his back, and both of his hands were pulling me against his backside while he reached back and opened my ass. After running my tongue between his shoulder blades and letting my cock slide between his furry thighs, he spun me around, clamped a hand on my head and whispered in my ear, "walk with me."

My heart was racing. He pushed me forward and still kept a thumb inside my hole. I don't know how it got there without a second of pain, but I knew better than to resist.

He steered me around the corner to a dark area with walls and glory holes. There was nobody there. Just me and the giant pushing me by the hips where he wanted me. He told me to face the wall, and then he was pressing behind me. Chest against my shoulders, muscular thighs against my thighs. He held my arms over my head and held both wrists with one of his huge hands. That's when I knew I'd list control of the situation.

Standing against me, pinned to the wall, his cock was right at the spot where he could fuck me by just moving closer. Because of his height, it was a perfect fit. And like a heat-seeking missile, he was pressing into me. I was half resisting, half wanting it. I guess he'd opened me up so well with his thumb--the size of most guy's cocks--that he could slide on in. He was big, and I was skewered. No lube, hardly a word, and there I was taking this huge bear of a man.

I couldn't. I tried to get out of his hold. He just whispered, "no way. I'm the best there is." the more I resisted, the harder he pressed until he was all the way inside. Raw. I was fucked. You can't yell rape in a bathhouse.

He was so slow, sexy, gentle, and firm that I just caved. It was amazing. I loved the warmth of his hairy bid. And then he went deep and just stayed there, totally flooding my insides. He purred, "sweet ass. Thanks, bro." And then he was gone.

I'd never seen him before. The connection came from a single glance. And now his seed is deep inside, status unknown. I'll always be his boy, even if I never see him again. It's enough to keep me going back more often than I ought to. Cruel, cruel summer.