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This is the first story I've written in almost a year...not that I'd kid myself to have dedicated readers as some authors have on this site but it's always wonderful to receive positive feedback! If you like it, let me know; if it made you stroke and cum, let me know. Also, my other stories include "Daytime at the barracks" "Nighttime at the Armory" "Me, my friend and her tattoo artist", "Confidence at the bathhouse" and "Home for Christmas".
Also; though the events surrounding the visit to the bathhouse are fictitious, what actually happened to me while there are true. (For creative writing purposes, condoms aren't in the story!)
ONE NIGHT IN DER BROILER Part 1
The thing is, I work way too hard and I have my entire professional career. I started in the military and enjoyed it. After my enlistment I went to college and earned straight A's and graduated with a near 4.0. After graduating I reported to the police academy and since then I've been a member of the police department of the city in which I went to school. So it's always been long hours, harder work weeks and unpredictable schedules. Add to that a continued military obligation and you can say that after several years of dedicated and rather physical public service, I was due for a vacation.
And enter my friend Naomi. We had met in the military. She was a nurse and I was a patient. It sounds like the beginning of a love story, but we've only been friends since. We've fucked routinely and kink wise, we're compatible. Beyond that however we are close friends. When I got a message on Facebook that she had just been hired as a nurse for the state department and would be moving to Berlin, I was ecstatic for her. Selfishly her new job also meant I'd have a place to stay if I came to visit. And so after several months, we finally arranged a week for me to come to Berlin. I needed the vacation badly and with Berlin's reputation for the LGBTA debauchery, I knew my vacation would take me to see Naomi.
I landed at the Berlin airport in the early afternoon one Friday in July. It was unseasonably hot I found out and immediately I was admiring the lithe athletic bodies shrouded in European style. My cab took me to a hotel right next to Potsdamer Platz, the cultural center of Berlin and a 10 minute walk from the embassy. Naomi wasn't going to be free until the morning. She was the junior nurse and got stuck with working evenings and the weekends.
"You'll have to get a hotel and entertain yourself the first night" Naomi told me over the phone.
I said I wouldn't have a problem with it: "What would you recommend on a Friday night in Berlin?" I had asked.
"You're going to Der Broiler. Look it up if you want to, or just take my word for it. You're going to love it".
It took 30 seconds of research on my phone to know she was right. Der Broiler.
Once I was checked into my room I crashed out and slept like the dead. Towards sunset I woke and showered. I had brought everything I needed with me, unsure if I could find it in a strange new city where I didn't speak the language. Showering, I fingered my ass and stroked my cock. By the time I was done I was sliding three fingers deep into my hole and opening myself up. I was leaking precum and desperate to cum. I had fasted on the flight and after two enemas, I was as ready as I could be. I downed a bottle of water and grabbed another for the road. The concierge ordered me a taxi, and hopping in, I told the driver the intersection to drop me off. I knew he'd know what Der Boiler was but even though Berlin is a progressive and debauched city, I was obviously a new tourist and vulnerable in that respect.
I think the taxi driver knew anyways. I dropped me off directly in front of a small courtyard with neon sign reading "Der Broiler" was seen from the street. The intersection I had asked for was a block behind us. The fair was 10 euro and I gave him a 20 for his understanding what I had in store.
The door into Der Broiler was tall and broad. It was heavy and looked like a dungeon keep more than anything else. It was exhilarating to have to pull so hard to open it. Inside was neon lighting. Several men were in line in front of a teller window. They were all young men dressed in business attire. Nobody said anything and each had apparently arrived by himself but it was obvious every one of them came straight from the office to relax after a work week. A clock on the wall read 5:35. Just in time I thought.
The line moved with German proficiency and quickly I was at the window. The fair, written on a placard on the wall was in German. I muddled through asking for admittance, a towel and sandals.
The employee asked "American?" I nodded as I handed him the money. He pursed his lips and blew me a kiss. "Have fun. This is Berlin after all."
I was nervous. It was a new place for me. Not my first bathhouse, but a new one. In a new city. Surrounded by men I couldn't understand. The locker room was busy and full of leaner athletic men of working age. Looking around at the hot bodies and knowing what was going to happen, my cock was still only chubby. I wrapped a towel around me, slid into the oversized sandals and followed others down a flight of stairs. A bar scene met me. What looked like a full service bar but only sold juice and spritzers, a few tables with other guests and even a computer or two. The men I was following continued on through and went down a second flight of stairs. Red light emanated from the bottom.
I continued on down and stepped into the red light. It was crowded. That was the first impression I had. Crowded and warm. The stairs opened up through an alcove into a large but dark room. In front of me I could see a few giant hot tubs full of guests, seemingly only floating heads in above the black water. Nearby several open showers were running and emitting steam. I explored the area. Several saunas with glass walls; several hot tubs; a dark corridor behind a glass door.
Not a single man wore his towel. It was either held in his hand or draped over his shoulder. Casual conversations, men moving to and fro between tub and sauna. It was busy and as I looked around and heard the staccato gruff language, I didn't see any man hard. Not a single hard cock. Maybe I had misinterpreted the website, or maybe the rules had recently changed, or civil ordnance had cracked down.
I was mildly confused but decided to relax anyways. I sat in a sauna and felt the heat envelop me. Soon the heat was barely tolerable and I was covered in a sheen of sweat. I had had enough and thought a cool shower would be nice to shock the system and shake some jetlag out of me.
The water was probably only lukewarm but it felt like ice and it was as invigorating as I'd hoped. I toweled off and following the style walked around with it draped over my shoulder. I was still curious about the raunchier side of Der Boiler and so I stared to explore. Around a corner behind a hot tub I saw a doorway I hadn't yet seen.
I walked through it and inside were hallways even darker than outside. Each hallway full of doors; narrow and closely spaced.
This was it, I then knew.
The doors could only be one thing. Booths. I didn't know if they were video booths like an arcade, or booths only to fuck in. I explored the hallways. The two paralleled each other and on one end the light stopped completely and led into a narrow maze of passages and nooks. A TV hovered above and on it was a video of a bear shoving a rubber fist into his asshole.
This is definitely where I need to be, I thought.
My cock was fully hard watching the video; it wasn't so much the content on the TV but the setting. I had found a gay sex dungeon in Berlin. As my senses adjusted to the new corner of Der Boiler, the darker light, the new smells of fucking, and the anticipation of it all, I could hear the new sounds. No longer could I hear the casual conversations of the German businessmen unwinding on a Friday evening. Now I just heard moans, grunts, gasps; I could hear the slurping of a cock being sucked, the slapping of thigh against ass and the thumping of a fist on a cock.
I took my cock in my hand and was squeezing it as I watched the video and took it all in. A few men emerged from the maze beyond the TV. They were covered in sweat and red in the face. I could only guess at what they had just finished. They eyed me up and down as they walked past me. I turned to look at them from behind just as they gave me a second look down the hall. Usually that second look is all it takes to follow them for a good fuck, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I was still exploring.
I explored the dark maze next. It was a common feature in bath houses. Tight, pitch black rat mazes full of dead ends and gloryholes. You'd never know who was sucking your cock in there. I eventually emerged back in the hallway. The other end I found, was, at the moment, the most popular.
A large projector was displaying a scene on the wall: two white giants fucking a twink. The room was moderate sized and large benches lined the walls, large enough to lay down on. Everything was padded nicely, and large cushioned platforms were arrayed around the room. The theater like effect was created by a few walls extending a couple feet from either sidewall. These half walls were only painted plywood, and each had a few gloryholes cut into them. The room was illuminated by the show on the wall and I could see reasonably well. Around eight men were in there watching. A few were casually stroking their cocks and lounging on the padded block. A couple were leaning against the wall and seemingly uncommitted to staying to see what may happen.
I found a spot in the back corner and spread my towel down. I lay down and leaned against the plywood half wall. I was lazily stroking my cock and a few of the men looked over at me to see who the new guest was. I lay there and stroked my cock, in turn watching the movie and checking out the others. They were all white, in shape and as far as I could tell, nicely endowed.
I could spend days here, I thought to myself.
I hadn't realized my head was immediately next to a gloryhole until a cock magically appeared less than a foot from my face. It was large; eight inches and cut; veiny and a flared head and shaven smooth. I looked at it with little surprise but a growing need. I couldn't see the man behind it. I couldn't see if he was young or old, fat or thin or muscular. The only thing I knew about this man was he had an amazing cock.
I had come to Berlin to visit my friend Naomi and to relax from my career. Naomi knew what I needed even better than I did. She had told me to come to Der Boiler. She had known I would need to do this, even if I hadn't known it yet. Naomi knew what I needed to do to relax. Spiritual need may not be the right phrase, but physical need, core need, instinctive, biological, psychological need; these terms work.
The obscene hard flesh right next to my face, the symbol of male aggression, dominance, control, aberration, and power...that cock was my psychological, biological, instinctive, physical need.
I had little control over what I did next. The submissive in me was now in charge and I would do whatever it took to recognize and honor the power and authority and dominance that cock represented.
I leaned over and took it in my hand. I didn't bother stroking it; I sunk onto it, my mouth closing on the soft spongy head. I slid down on it, feeling the heat of the flesh fill my mouth and tasting the precum ooze from him. I moaned and sighed onto it. I sighed with the manifestation and realization of shedding off the layers of identity and stress I had built up over years.
His cock filled my mouth as I pushed my head farther into him. My breath was now ragged through my nostrils as my nose touched the plywood. I had him in my mouth and in my throat. Full; sacrificial; worthy and broken.
All the identities I had borne for so long were gone as soon as my mouth took his cock. By the time I forced it into my throat, only one identity remained. I was a cock sucker. I was a bottom, cock worshipping slut. At that moment, nothing in the world mattered to me besides worshipping these symbols of male power and dominance. I was happy to allow them to abuse me to exert their supremacy.
I took a few deep slow breaths holding his cock all the way in my throat. My eyes were watering and I fought he urge to gag. I finally slid off his cock and took a deep breath. Already my mouth was full of saliva and tendrils clung to my lips and the head of his cock. I slid back onto him all the way again and held him. I could feel slight thrusts in his cock, the man was pushing as much of his cock through the hole and into my mouth as possible.
I began to bob back and forth, coming nearly completely off his cock and then sliding right back until my nose hit the wall. Back and forth, eight inch bobs all the way in and all the way out. I finally shifted my position without taking my mouth off him so now I was on all fours. I arched my back to present as slutty a show as I could for whoever else may be watching. Besides my heavy breathing the only sounds being made were the wet slurping sounds of my mouth and all my saliva and all his precum. The stranger who's cock I was worshipping hadn't made a sound.
I continued bobbing until he came. He never made a sound or tapped the wall to warn me. I didn't want a warning, I wanted his cum. He began pulsing in my throught and I backed off and held him in my mouth. I could feel the hot jets of his cum fill my mouth. I held him until he stopped cumming and then I tongued his head until he finally pulled his cock back through the hole. I was left there on all fours with a mouth completely full of a strangers cum. I sat back on my towel and lay back in euphoria. I opened my mouth and let the cum drool out the sides and onto my cheeks. I played with it and smeared his entire load all over my face. It was cooling and sticky and shining in the low light of the projection.
I was covered in that hot load after sucking my first cock of the evening. There was only one thing I could do. I slipped from the bench against the wall and moved to the very center of the room. There were still the eight men there and they had just seen me deep throat and suck the cum straight from a big cock. I kneeled down in the middle, surrounded by the men. My cock in one hand, I scooped cum from my cheek and into my mouth, licking my lips for a little show.
"I'm a goddamn nasty little whore" I said. "Who wants to fuck me?!"
I turned around facing the screen and I lay down, staying on my knees and reaching around to spread my ass open. My chest and face lay on the cold tile floor. There were old and new streaks of cum on the tile I was laying on but I didn't care. It was only more cum and it made me even dirtier. All I needed was cock.