Long before the time of Christ, the Romans were world famous for their baths and created them in most of the lands that they conquered. I had visited these ancient ruins although none of them had any functioning water anymore. I wasn’t surprised to discover that there were a number of gay baths/saunas in Rome in our present time. On previous trips I had been to a couple and enjoyed my times with Italian men. Some had amazing fountains and water cascades, but those didn’t seem to exist anymore.
I was in Rome for a week and where I was staying was not conducive to hosting another person. That left out having physical time with married men. Since I wasn’t having good fortune in connecting with anyone, I chose to enjoy an afternoon at a sauna. I used the online reports to locate one that was about a forty minute walk from where I was staying in Tiburtina. I was easily able to locate the sauna and pressed the button for entry. All of these sites had a secure entrance for safety. I descended a narrow metal spiral staircase which led to the basement level sauna. Unlike the gay bar in Paris, the lighting was at a reasonable level and it was easy to find my way to the entry counter.
I greeted the handsome young man in Italian and he returned my greeting in a deep masculine voice. Using my limited Italian, I asked if he spoke English and he affirmed with a pleasant smile. I was relieved because I knew that I could get by in Italian but I would understand better in English. With us using English, I received a thorough explanation of the rules and payments. I provided my US driver’s license for ID which was required to obtain the necessary membership card. The cost was very reasonable for a first time. For a total of sixteen Euros, I had my member card and could use the facility for three hours. It was one Euro per hour for more time. Since I was open about my bisexual life, I used a credit card for payment. The handsome man with short dark hair then asked for my shoe size and I had to guess the size in European numbers and chose forty four which turned out to be pretty close. He provided a pair of vinyl sandals that were in a clear plastic bag as well as a numbered key for the locker. There was a stretchy elastic band for the key so that it could secure to my ankle or wrist. My number was sixty nine. Oh blessed fortune!
I was there at noon on a Saturday and was informed by the handsome man that it wouldn’t get busy until 1 PM most likely. I went to the locker area and removed all clothing. I wrapped the never long enough white towel around my waist and entered the dimly lit sauna after securing my things in the locked space. European saunas often had a change in the floor height in moving from one room to another. I wisely looked at the floor and walked slowly until I navigated the space once around to learn where the changes took place. The first room had a very inviting large twelve person jacuzzi with a waterfall along the back wall. There was a small metal ladder for climbing in and out. The walls throughout the sauna were a deep maroon color with some black trim. In this room there were half a dozen faux leather lounges along the opposite wall to the jacuzzi. They would be good for viewing anyone walking by or entering the water. A sign declared appropriately that no sex was to take place in the jacuzzi.
When I located the open gang shower room, I chose to get cleaned even though I had done so at my micro hotel before I left. The water was strong and pleasant and I enjoyed the freedom of the open area. I decided to have some private time in the jacuzzi and climbed the ladder to get into the refreshing bubbling water. The jets were strong and the water pressure felt good on my lower back. A couple of times young men working there walked by, but no patrons were visible.
It was not until I left the jacuzzi and entered the maze of rooms that I encountered my first visitor. He was a fiftyish Italian man with curly dark hair. Unfortunately, he was not the rugged handsome Italian I had been hoping for. The man greeted me in English and asked where I was from. I was happy to hear English and informed him that I was from New York. He brightened up saying, “I like to suck Americans. Can I do that?” My estimation was that wherever I was from he would have liked to suck men from there.
I was ready for attention and noted that there was an open room with a large television showing gay porn. This was a small group room with a few straight back chairs. I sat facing the television and the door and my new friend got on his knees in front of me. I opened my towel and he began to rub my legs while licking the top of my cock. I responded naturally and soon he took my dick into his warm mouth. His hands gently stimulated the testicles while he continued to bob up and down on my hard shaft. He had good oral skills and the porn was activating my mind. He worked sensually on my cock for six or seven minutes before I sensed an orgasm forming. I didn’t want to cum right away but wanted to wait until I had more opportunities. I gently pulled his head from my dick and said, “Basta,” enough. He understood and wiped some of the wetness from his face. “See you later,” he said while departing the room.
I decided to check out the other areas of the facility and found the dry sauna as well as the steam room. There was a chance that I might encounter some group play there. The steam room had a back area where it was quite dark but also slippery so caution was in order. As an asthmatic, I could only stay in that area for five minutes before it started to affect my breathing.
Finding no one in those areas, I chose to return to the jacuzzi and the lounge area to wait for more arrivals. About twenty minutes later a few more men were noted walking around with their white towels. I chose to go back to the movie room to see if I could connect with someone. This time I stood watching the movie while openly stroking myself suggesting that I wanted a bottom. It was my good fortune that a young Arab boy was looking for a daddy to service. He had a slender smooth body and a remarkably handsome face with bright white teeth that shone in the dim light like a beacon. The French called this kind of boy “beurre” because they are like soft butter and taste so good.
He signaled for me to follow him and we went into a nearby room where the first man was waiting. They were friends and spoke Italian. The towels came off and now there were two men here to service me. The Arab boy turned to me and pressed his smooth dark body against mine kissing me sweetly on the lips. I felt his hard cock pressing into me which was very arousing. The Italian was sitting on the bed and began to massage my cock. We moved closer to him so that he could suck me while the boy continued to plant sweet kisses on my mouth. The Arab moved lower and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently as though he were seeking nourishment. I was getting very aroused having all of this attention.
The Italian motioned for me to lay down on the bed face up and the young boy climbed on top with his smooth beautiful body. The sexy youth couldn’t have been more than twenty. He lay his naked body flat against mine with his hard average size cock pressed between our stomachs. He slowly slid back and forth as he continued to keep his lips connected to mine. I reached around and squeezed the round, firm little ass cheeks which felt so good in my hands. The Italian had pulled my cock out and was stroking it against the boy’s ass crack, bobbing his mouth up and down on my cock once in a while to keep it very wet and fully stimulated. The boy sat up a couple of times and the Italian rubbed my hard shaft against the boy’s anal opening. I so wanted to lick that sweet ass before sliding inside. I asked the boy to turn around and he understood.
Now the two of them were licking and sucking my cock together, while I had a face full of sweet brown boy ass. I licked the hole thoroughly and kissed sexy, round butt cheeks. Rimming was not always of interest to me but this buttery boy was just the thing. I tried to insert a finger but the angle wasn’t good and he was very tight, so I could only play on the outside. Nonetheless, this was very arousing and I knew that my cock was heading for an orgasm.
The Arab must have sensed my state as well and turned back around to kiss me while the Italian rubbed my shaft on the boy’s ass which was now very wet from my mouth action. The boy lengthened his body to be parallel to mine with my hard cock tucked between the upper inner thighs near his ass. The boy pressed his hard cock against my stomach and held it there with one of his hands. He vigorously bounced up and down on my cock and I think that the Italian used his mouth as well. It was like open air fucking and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wanted to be inside him, but my cock had no patience and shot a big load that went into the mouth of the Italian. I heard him gagging from the amount of cum that was filling his mouth. The Arab collapsed fully on top of me and kissed me sweetly on the cheek because I was still gasping from the orgasm. He was attractive enough to be labelled gorgeous and appear on magazine covers.
The youth climbed off my body and stood like a beautiful statue looking down on me with his remarkable smile. “Grazie,” they both said as the two picked up their towels and left the room closing the door for my privacy. “Wow,” I spoke aloud with a deep exhale. I stayed in the room awhile with the door closed to savor the smell and sweetness of the young boy. I had never had such a satisfying young man experience before and I could understand how someone might become addicted to that flavor.
I left my reverie and went to the shower room where I didn’t really want to remove the remains of the sexual experience. I redressed and returned my key to the handsome man at the desk who thanked me in English. It was a slow climb up the spiral staircase since I had left my energy on the floor below. I opened the door to the outside world where it was a bright sunny day and my eyes were startled from the brightness. I shielded my eyes with my hands and got my bearings for the walk back to where I was staying. I would need to find a market where I could get a large bottled water to replenish the fluids that I had given so happily in the soft light of the Roman baths.