"Sure. I've never been before. Lead the way."
From Create Your Own Story
"Let's go," the gray haired man grins at you, and pushes away from the pool table. You and the Italian man follow, walking through the main bar to the front door, passing by the bear at the table, who gives you a rueful smile, and the daddy bear in the hallway, who stares at you with an intensity that makes you shiver. You reach the bouncer, who seems surprised to see you so soon.
"Leaving so soon, birthday boy?" he says, with a wicked smile. You blush.
"It's your birthday?" the gray haired delivery man asks you.
"Yeah." You nod, feeling your face heat up even more.
"Well come on, birthday boy," the Italian puts a firm hand on your shoulder, and leads you out the door of the bar, into the parking lot. "Time to get to your party."
They walk with you to the far edge of the parking lot where, sure enough, two brown delivery vans are parked. The gray haired man unlocks the driver's side door of the closest van, and you notice there's no passenger seat. But there's a narrow opening into the rear of the van. He climbs into the van, and steps to where the passenger side seat would be, gesturing.
"Come on in," he says.
You climb up into the van, and the gray haired man points.
He grins at you, and says, "Grab that strap."
You look behind you, and see there's a strap to hold on if someone is standing where a passenger would be sitting. You grab it. He turns on the delivery van, and pulls out of the parking lot. You stay silent, watching him drive and enjoying how his thick biceps flex as he turns the nearly horizontal wheel of the van. You glance behind you and see that the Italian's van is following. Soon you're pulling into the parking lot behind the Midtown Spa.
You glance at him.
"It's fun to get dirty," he says, with a wink. "But I sure like getting clean, after, too." He opens the door, and climbs out. You follow, and the two of you wait for the Italian to get out of his van, once he arrives a few moments later.
The gray haired man grins when you step out after him, and locks the van. You enter the Spa a bundle of nerves. The entrance is smallish, with a tall slender man behind a counter who greets the gray haired man and the Italian with a nod - they're obviously regulars - and then asks to see your ID.
He smiles and says, "Happy birthday," to you.
The Italian man wraps a thick arm around you, and says, "His entrance is on me. We want a room."
The guy behind the counter nods, and the Italian pays. He hands the hairy delivery man a key on a keyring, and then the three of you pass by the counter and go through a pair of double doors.
It looks like a smallish locker-room, you think, and spy a table with a lot of white towels on it, rolled up and ready for us. The gray haired man grabs one, and gestures for you to take another while the Italian man does the same. You take a towel. The gray haired man steps up to one of the few dozen lockers, opening a couple until he finds one empty. You glance around the room, nervous, and spot a young blond man at the far end of the lockers. He's stripping, and you watch him take his jeans off - he's not wearing underwear, and has already shucked his shirt - and put them in one of the lockers. He smiles at you, turning to face you long enough to show off a decent length of cock and a completely shaved body, and then looks past you and fires off a much warmer smile and wink at the gray-haired man.
The Italian notices, and nudges the gray haired man. "I think you got a boy over there into you, daddy man."
The gray haired delivery man meets the blond's gaze, and winks back.
You...
