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“Giancarlo has a sister as well. She’s got a good for nothing husband

who could give all the trophy wives a run for their money.”

“So no trophy wife for you?”

“Are you kidding?” He shudders theatrically. “Just joking,” he

continues, softening his reaction. “I have nothing against women.

They’re just not for me.”

I can’t help wondering why Nick is so forthcoming with his sexual

orientation. I try to stay on the surface and just nod, more to say I

understand than to show I completely agree with him, although after a

lifetime of sneaking around I’d love to be able to just come out with it

for once. All those years of carefully watching my back aren’t easily

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shoved aside, though. It’s not like Nick doesn’t know which side my

bread is buttered on. I can still feel his kiss and I didn’t exactly hold

back.

His mouth transforms into that wicked smile again and I have the

feeling I’m going to enjoy what follows. “Let’s get out of here.

Giancarlo made a suggestion and I’m going to take him up on it.”

“You’re going to take me around the clubs?”

He leans closer to me. “Not just any clubs.
My
club. I guess,

technically, you’d call it The Baths, but it’s nothing like the rundown

place I caught you walking out of.”

Now I really feel caught, and I try to hide it, but there’s no doubt

in my mind that I’ve failed. Nick is still smiling, though, his gaze

open and a little teasing. It puts me at ease, although I keep telling

myself he must be up to something. My experience tells me he walked

into my world for a reason, and since my own reason to be here isn’t

exactly above board, his reason can’t possibly be any better. The way

he’s looking at me reminds me that he’s waiting for a reply to his

suggestion. “I’m up for it,” I tell him.

“That would be preferable,” he says with a teasing smile, and I

wish I could take back the innuendo I’d subconsciously woven into

my answer.

Fuck.
I ignore what that look does to my insides, not to mention to

that thing in my pants that has always behaved impeccably, until

tonight. I feel as horny as if I haven’t had anything but my own hand

for weeks. It’s as if my body’s forgotten about being fucked into a

massage table just a few short hours ago. I can’t wait to see what Nick

has in store for me. At the same time, I tell myself that the fact I’m

turned on is clouding my judgment. I can’t afford to trust Nick. I don’t

know him from Adam and have no way of knowing if what he tells

me is true. On the other hand, my experience is such that I know

faking homosexuality isn’t something a straight man does well, so

against all my instincts, I
do
trust him.

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Nick’s discreet driver takes us to an impressive brownstone in

Midtown, and Nick walks us in through the lobby. He charms his way

past the doorman and we get into the elevator, which takes us high

above the city. Everything around us is glass, stainless steel, and white

marble, mixing old world richesse with modern interior design, and

the floor we get out on looks impeccably clean without being clinical.

I try to take in my environment without seeming too deliberate

about it and notice there are no women anywhere. The young man

who signs Nick in obviously knows him and they act very casual

around each other. Nick calls him Alex and Alex calls Nick “Mr.

Castro,” but the smiles that are exchanged tell me they know each

other better than they are supposed to in their positions as receptionist

and customer. My suspicions are confirmed when Nick asks Alex

when his shift is over and Alex replies he can leave in a short while.

When we move further down the corridor, my eyes linger on

Alex’s broad shoulders and narrow waist before landing on his tight

ass. Nick notices and chuckles.

“You like him, don’t you?” he says, leaning close to me so he can

whisper.

I shrug noncommittally.

Nick leans closer. “He’ll join us in a few minutes if we go into the

steam room.”

I want to tell Nick I don’t want to share his attention, but it would

give away too much, so I throw him a half-smile as we round a corner.

The air is distinctly warmer here and Alex opens a door for us with his

key card.

“You know where everything is, right, Nick? Do I need to show

your guest around or will you?”

I notice how Alex now calls Nick by his first name and I see the

looks they exchange. There’s obvious lust in Alex’s eyes, and I

wonder if this is founded in earlier experience or if he’s just selling

himself to Nick.

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“I might need a little help once we’re in the steam room,” Nick

replies. “We’ll be in my usual place.”

Alex smiles at Nick and then at me. I have the feeling Alex is

taking me in, gauging whether I’m up for something or not. I can’t

read what Nick’s thinking. Alex leaves us in the corridor and

seductively looks back as he rounds the corner. My eyes follow

Nick’s gaze as they linger on Alex’s tall physique and perfect runway

model lines. Alex is no twink, in body or attitude, and it’s the

dichotomy of the look of an angel and the attitude of a seductor that

somewhat turns me on. He’s not in Nick’s league, though.

Nick leads me to a dressing room which he opens with a key code

and once inside, I see it’s not as small as I imagined. It has the same

white interior and hyper-clean surfaces as the rest of the club and has

two comfortable looking benches, a single sofa, and built-in lockable

cabinets. There’s a large, spotless mirror down one side of the room

and a door at the other end.

“Take your clothes off and put them in there.” Nick points at the

cabinets. “You can choose a key code when you close it. Then we’ll

take a shower and go into the steam room. You can take a towel in if

you want, but nothing else.”

I watch Nick as he takes his clothes off and neatly puts them on a

hanger. I can’t stop myself from admiring his ink work, which is just

as detailed on his shoulders, arms, and back as it is on his hands and

neck. His buttocks and legs are ink-free, though. He’s totally naked by

the time I’m done unbuttoning my shirt.

“You like my tattoos?”

I nod as I take my shirt off.

Nick walks closer to me and puts his hands on my ribcage. “I like

yours too.”

I have a black-and-grey Medusa over my old Semper Fi tattoo on

my right shoulder, but Nick is admiring the marks across my right

side, which are inked as if I’ve been clawed by a lion. They hide a few

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scars from my Marine days and an appendicitis scar as well. “They’re

nothing like yours,” I say, almost apologizing.

“You mean you showed restraint?” Nick smiles at me and then

kisses me, holding the back of my head with his right hand.

“I suppose,” I reply as he ends the kiss.

Nick doesn’t let go of my head and looks straight at me. “You’re

okay with this?”

I throw him a questioning look as I continue undressing.

“With Alex joining us in the steam room? We can share him. He’s

a total slut.” He says it without sounding derogatory. “You don’t have

to join in if you don’t want to. You can just watch if you prefer, but

you’re more than welcome to have a piece of him. There’s enough to

go around, and Alex loves it when there’s more than one man to

divide his attention.”

“I’ll play it by ear,” I tell Nick, trying to keep my options open.

I’m not used to sharing and have always felt uncomfortable if there

was a chance of someone watching me having sex, so I resign myself

to taking on a passive role. I can only hope that when Nick is through

with Alex, there will be something left for me.

Nick takes us through the back door and straight into the shower

room, where we rinse off quickly. Nick wipes his groin and ass and I

try not to see the promise in that. As we walk through the first few

rooms we see men sitting against the wall, letting the steam relax their

muscles. I let my eyes wander into another nook and see two men

kissing passionately. In the next space there are three men engaging in

rather more sexual acts and I avert my eyes.

“Told you it was like the baths,” Nick says with a smile. “Only

there’s lube and condoms in every nook and we’re
encouraged
to use

them.” We walk all the way to the back and sit down in a deserted part

of the steam room, separated from the rest by sturdy walls. They don’t

drown out all of the sounds, but do provide a sense of privacy.

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“Most of the men go back to their dressing rooms for the more

rigorous workouts, but it can get intense in here as well.” Nick leans

against the tile and closes his eyes. I follow suit, although I have a

hard time keeping my eyes off his near-perfect body. His cock is still

flaccid, but nevertheless a little more than average size and I want to

touch it, hold it in my hand, feel its weight. I want to rub it to full

hardness. Although I’m hardly ashamed of these feelings, I don’t act

on them and simply close my eyes too.

“Your guest isn’t half bad, Nicky.”

I open my eyes and see Alex walk in our direction. He’s a bit hazy

because of the steam but it only makes him look more angelic. His

dirty blond hair is wet and messy and his body is long and slender.

He’s also unashamedly half-hard.

“Scoot over a bit so I can sit between you,” he orders more than

suggests. He’s very tactile and doesn’t hesitate to caress the inside of

my thigh as he sits down. Nick moves over some, but not much, and I

stay put so despite Alex’s slender hips, it’s a tight squeeze. His skin

feels soft against mine and his hand doesn’t leave my upper thigh, not

even when Nick kisses him passionately. Alex starts to rub himself as

Nick’s intense kiss continues, and I feel myself growing hard as well.

I realize I’m jealous. I want Nick to do to me what he’s doing to Alex.

I want to be the one bent to Nick’s will. Feelings of submission aren’t

foreign to me when it comes to sex. My partners have always been

strong and manly and I’m most happy bottoming and totally giving in

to their every whim, so I don’t object to what Nick is doing to Alex.

Much. Even if Nick is not consciously doing it to humiliate me, it still

turns me on and I’m rock hard by the time Alex pulls away from Nick

with some force.

“Fuck, Nicky. Be patient or it will all be over before we really get

off the ground.”

“What do you mean?” Nick asks. He tugs at his still-flaccid cock.

“I’m nowhere near getting started. It’s not my fault you practically

come as soon as a man pays any attention to you.”

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Nick winks at me, showing me he’s kidding as Alex sinks down to

the tile floor and starts to suck Nick’s cock. I scoot a little closer and

Nick raises his hand to pull me against him. “Fuck, he’s good at this

cock-sucking business,” Nick says just before he kisses me. His hand

on the back of my neck is even warmer than our surroundings and his

kiss is much more invasive than the one he bestowed on me earlier in

the changing room. I feel my blood rushing south and I grow even

harder. I want Nick to touch me, but I’m too reticent to guide his hand

from Alex’s head to my cock.

“You want to fuck him?” Nick asks me.

I shake my head. “I’ll watch.”

Nick smiles at me and I kick myself for not being more assertive. I

should have told him I want him to fuck
me
, but my sub persona

resists, so I suppose I deserve what happens next.

Nick gestures for Alex to get up and Alex takes Nick’s hands,

pulling him up from his seat.

“Let’s go somewhere private,” Alex suggests. “I know you prefer

it where it’s less hot and steamy. We can make it hot and steamy all

by ourselves, right, Nicky?”

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