4
The room was small, barely larger than a closet, with a bench seat against one wall and a hole cut into the wall at roughly waist height.
It was lined with what looked like a rubber gasket to prevent splinters.
The whole setup was clinical and efficient in a way that made sense for a place like this.
Someone had to clean this place. I sat down on the bench and waited, my pulse still racing.
It didn’t take long. Within maybe thirty seconds, I heard movement on the other side of the wall. A shadow passed across the hole, and then a cock appeared, already half-hard and glistening with pre-cum.
I stared at it for a moment, feeling like I was supposed to do something but not quite sure what yet.
This was ridiculous. I was a nurse. I’d seen plenty of naked men.
I’d touched plenty of naked men. I’d even hooked up with plenty of strangers in the backs of their cars when I needed it.
But this was different. This wasn’t some clinical need to get off, it was me actually trying to enjoy myself, something I wasn’t very familiar with.
Best to start with the basics. I liked giving head. It was fun. So that’s what I decided to do with the cock in front of me. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth.
It was like something small inside me finally woke up.
My body remembered what to do even though it had been so long.
I knew how to angle my head, how to apply pressure with my lips, and how to use my tongue.
The man on the other side of the wall made a sound of approval, and I felt him harden fully in my mouth.
I worked slowly, trying to find a rhythm that felt good.
His cock was warm and heavy, and I could taste salt and skin and pre-cum as it coated my tongue.
It grounded me in a way nothing else had in years.
I wasn’t thinking about the ER, wasn’t thinking about Mr. Okafor or the empty apartment waiting for me at home.
I was just here, in this moment, doing something because I wanted to.
The man started moving, thrusting gently into my mouth.
I let him set the pace, my hands gripping the bench on either side of me.
Part of me wanted to touch him, but the wall between us made that impossible.
It was strange, but there was something freeing about that barrier.
He couldn’t see my face, couldn’t judge me for being out of practice or awkward.
He was just a cock and a set of moans, and I was just a mouth and a pair of hands.
It didn’t take long before he came, his body going rigid as he came down my throat. I swallowed, tasting the sweet and salty tang of him, and then he was gone, pulling back through the hole with a satisfied grunt.
I sat there for a moment, breathing hard, my own cock still achingly hard under my towel. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me. I’d actually done it. I’d come to this place, I’d let a stranger cum in my mouth, and I’d actually enjoyed it.
Another shadow appeared in the hole, this one larger than the first and definitely not human. I didn’t hesitate this time.
The cock that appeared was thick and dark, with a slight curve to it. I could see the veins running down its length, could feel the heat radiating from it even through the wall. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth, adjusting my technique for the different shape and size.
This man was more vocal than the first. He groaned as soon as my lips closed around him, his hips already starting to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I could hear him breathing hard on the other side of the wall, and could almost feel the anticipation radiating off him.
I lost myself in the work. It was just me and the cock in my mouth and the small sounds of pleasure that came from the other side of the wall.
My own arousal built steadily, and I found myself reaching down with one hand to stroke myself as I worked, my movements synced with the rhythm the man was setting.
He lasted longer than the first one. His cock thickened in my mouth, growing harder, and I knew he was about to cum. Then he was there, his body going stiff as he came hard, his pelvis pressed against the wall. I swallowed, tasting him, and then he was pulling back with a satisfied groan.
I sat there breathing hard, my own orgasm hovering just out of reach. I could probably finish myself off right here, I thought. Just a few more strokes and I’d?—
Another shadow appeared in the hole. And another after that.
I lost count of how many men I serviced that afternoon.
Five? Seven? Ten? My jaw ached and my throat was raw from taking men and monsters alike.
I didn’t turn anyone down, I just sucked and sucked until they came down my throat, happy to be of service.
And all the while, I teased myself, but didn’t bother with my own orgasm.
I was just glad to be doing something I enjoyed, getting lost in it.
But that’s when a cock appeared that I recognized almost instantly. It pushed through the hole, thick and dark and throbbing. Along the shaft were splotches of light colored flesh. Vitiligo. My greeter in the Roman bath had found me at last. And he was a lot thicker than I anticipated.
I took him into my mouth without hesitation, and the moment I did, his cock pulsed in my mouth. Pre-cum coated my tongue and I moaned around him, savoring the taste.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed from the other side. “You’re good at this.”
I hummed around him again, and he groaned in response.
His cock thrust deeper into my mouth, the vein along the shaft pulsing against my lip.
He set a faster pace, his hips moving with purpose now.
I could feel the slight curve of his cock hitting the back of my throat, could taste the salt of his skin and pre-cum mixing on my tongue.
My own arousal, which had been simmering all afternoon, suddenly spiked.
I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to be good at this for him specifically, which was a strange thing to realize about a man I’d met for maybe two minutes in a pool.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice rough. “You good with that?”
I nodded as much as I could with him in my mouth, and that seemed to be all the permission he needed.
He came hard, his body going tense as he filled my throat.
I swallowed, relaxed into it, and took every drop he had to give me.
Then he pulled back just enough to let the thick head of his cock rest on my tongue for a few moments longer as the last drops of cum leaked out of him.
“Thank you,” he said from the other side of the wall. “That was... really good.”
I wiped my mouth and found myself smiling. “Glad you liked it.” I paused for a moment. “Thanks for sending me up here. It’s been good.”
I could hear the smile in his voice. “Happy to help a newbie out.”
He was gone then, and I sat there in the small room, my body thrumming with a strange kind of energy.
I was exhausted and satisfied and alive in a way I hadn’t felt in years.
My own cock was still hard, still aching, but I found I didn’t mind.
There was something almost meditative about the denial of it, about being focused entirely on someone else’s pleasure.
I must have sat there for another hour, servicing three more men before the flow finally stopped. When no one appeared in the hole for a solid ten minutes, I decided I’d earned a break. I wrapped my towel around my waist and stepped out into the hallway, my legs unsteady beneath me.
The bathhouse seemed quieter now, or maybe I was just too wrung out to notice the noise.
I made my way back downstairs to the Roman bath where I found a small refrigerator tucked into a corner full of bottled water.
I drank an entire bottle down before tossing it in the trash and grabbing another.
I went to the shallow end of the bath and sank into it with a sigh, my muscles relaxing into the heat.
My greeter from earlier was nowhere to be seen, but I found myself looking for him anyway. I wanted to thank him, or maybe just to see him again. To confirm that he was real and not just some slip in my sanity.
I floated in the water for what might have been minutes or hours, I couldn’t tell anymore. And it really didn’t matter. All I knew was that for the first time in seventeen years, I felt present in my own life. Not numb. Not just going through the motions.
The only thing that brought me out of my thoughts was the sensation of water shifting near me and the heat of another body settling in next to me.
I cracked open one eye and looked up to find a hulking figure of a man looking down at me with bright gold eyes.
But those eyes weren’t the only striking thing about him.
He was coated in a fine layer of black fur, stripes that were barely visible running through it.
He had small round ears on the top of his head and large fangs that gleamed as he smiled at me.
It took a moment to realize that he was some sort of cat shifter, probably a panther or tiger, I wasn’t sure which.
“You must be the one from the glory holes that everyone is talking about,” he said, his accent thick. Brazilian was the first word that came to mind, but I wasn’t sure if that was right. “I hear you do exceptional work, my friend.”
“Thanks…” I wasn’t really sure how to respond to that.
“A friend of mine, I think you know him,” he said, giving me a wink. “Told me that you deserve a little reciprocation for all the good work you’ve done.”
“Oh.” I felt my face grow hot immediately. “I don’t need anything. Really.”
“He said you work too much,” the panther continued. “That you have a lot of stress. And while you’re good at serving others, he thinks you might have trouble giving your own body what it needs.”
My mouth opened and closed without a word. Was I that transparent? Could everyone tell that I was nothing but a ball of stress on the verge of implosion?
“That’s where I come in,” he said, smiling wide. “My name is Ravi and I’m the masseuse for the bathhouse. Your friend has purchased you one of my more expensive treatments. So when you’re ready, please let me know and we’ll go to a private room.”
I stared at him for a long moment, trying to process what he was saying.
Someone had bought me a massage. Not just any massage, but one of the expensive ones, apparently.
Which meant it probably wasn’t the kind you got at a regular spa.
Although, considering what I’d seen at the bathhouse, nothing was regular here.
“I…” I started, then stopped. “That’s really nice of him, but I don’t want to put you out.”
“You’re not putting me out,” Ravi said smoothly. “I get paid either way. And besides, your friend was very insistent. He said you needed this.”
I thought about the man in the pool, the one with kind eyes and vitiligo covering his dark skin. He’d been so easy to talk to, so willing to help a stranger feel comfortable in a place like this. And apparently he’d also decided I needed professional attention.
“Okay,” I heard myself say. “Yeah. Sure.”