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Rats are cleaner than you might think 🐁🚿

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Zinaida Serebriakova, Russian Bathhouse, 1926, Oil on canvas
Please take a bath correctly.
Oof, if you are taking Robby/Jack prompts, how about another Old Gay classic and do something with bathhouses/steam rooms?
Yessss you speak my language. I notice that this only specifies Jack/Robby as a pairing so I will keep the male OC’s role very minimal (no name or words on their part) as a spectator to follow that kind of bath house cruising aspect of this prompt.
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“So you know how you used to go to that one bar? The one with the glory hole?” Robby asked , not even having the decency to look up from the sudoku puzzle on his phone. Still, in the privacy of their own home, Jack could forgive the blase way Robby had brought up his past adventures.
“Yeah? What about it?” Jack asked carefully. He appreciated the way that seemed to make Robby close the puzzle app and look up at him over the frames of his readers. Jack was weak for the man’s glasses, and even more so at the way the tips of Robby’s ears went pink as he worked up the nerve to continue.
“It’s just…I never had the nerve to do anything like that back then,” Robby began as he picked at a hangnail on his thumb. Oh he was nervous. Jack grinned wolfishly.
“What? Cruising?” Jack prodded. Robby nodded.
“It just seemed too risky back then,” Robby explained, and yeah, sometimes Jack forgets that Robby was actually pretty cognizant for the beginning of the AIDs crisis. Jack had been a few years younger, came into that time in his life as things were taking a turn for the better. He was always careful, but he can only imagine how it impacted Robby in the height of his sexual awakening.
“Yeah, I guess it was. Things are a little better now though,” Jack offered, already beginning to follow the path Robby had been laying out for them. “What is it, brother? Feeling a little like you missed out?” He teased.
“No, not exactly,” Robby was quick to establish before back-pedaling slightly, “I don’t know maybe?” Jack’s expression remained endeared. He set aside his beer and shuffled closer to Robby on the couch. He wrapped an arm around the older man, and pulled him into his chest.
“Yeah? What is it you’ve been fantasizing about? You want to go to a club? You want some cute little twinks making out over your cock? Is that it?” Jack asked, and dipped his hand between Robby’s thighs where he was already thickening up. Robby let out a weak little whimper. “No? Oh, brother, you want to service a room? Be the belle of the ball?” Jack suggested while rubbing his thumb along the slit at Robby’s cockhead through his briefs. It was as if he’d plucked the fantasy from the deepest recesses of Robby’s mind.
Still, Robby shook his head. “I don’t think I want anyone else. Not the first time,” Robby amended. Jack filed it away for later, and hummed to urge Robby along. “I think…I wouldn’t mind an audience though.” Robby’s groin bucked against the flat of Jack’s palm, and the man laughed.
“Yeah? You been thinking about this for awhile?” He asked. He wondered just how much thought Robby had given this fantasy.
“There’s a few gay saunas here in Pittsburgh. I was thinking maybe next weekend we could check one out?” Robby finally gave up the ghost, wound too tight by the way Jack’s hands slid into his underwear and wrapped around his cock.
Jacks eyebrows raised. “Oh you want the genuine experience, huh?” Robby nodded and cursed under his breath, tucking his chin against Jack’s shoulder as his cock blurted pre-cum onto Jack’s fingers. “Yeah, I think we can make that work.”
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Robby didn’t know what to expect. He’d been in saunas before at the gym. This wasn’t all that different. He and Abbot undressed and showered in the locker room, wrapped a couple towels around their waists, donned some shower shoes and made their way to one of the first rooms in the labyrinthine establishment.
Jack had steered them into an empty steam room. He’d figured that dragging him into a room that was occupied with men already in the throes might overwhelm Robby, and for what it’s worth Robby doesn’t protest. The two settle onto the wooden bench, their backs sagged against the moist wall and they breathed in the heady steam.
“You wanna take off your leg?” Robby offered. Jack nodded, eager to get comfortable now that they had settled in. Robby lowered himself onto the tile floor and set to work prying Jack’s prosthetic out of place and peeled back the sleeve underneath. When he set them aside on the bench next to Jack, the man sighed in relief.
Robby eyed Jack fondly from below as his hands massaged the tender skin of his stump. Jack hummed pleasantly and let his head fall back and his eyes slip shut. He grinned as he felt Robby’s lips press soft kisses along the inside of his calf and travel up in little increments.
Jack slid his hand into Robby’s hair when he felt him wrap his lips around the head of his fattening cock. Robby moaned as he swirled his tongue around Jack’s tip. He was always a slut for having his strands tugged on. He felt Jack’s hand glide over the stubble along his cheek, his thumb pressed into the hollow of it to feel his cockhead through the squishy smooth flesh inside Robby’s mouth.
“Fuck that’s it, open up for me,” Jack groaned. Robby obliged him, he widened the hinge of his jaw, opened his throat and bobbed his head, taking Jack’s cock further into his mouth, then closed his lips around the base and slurped. The sound was so loud and obscene that Robby nearly missed the sound of the door sliding open behind him.
Robby began to pull back to see the person entering the room but Jack was quick to take his head in both hands and hold him down on his cock. “Ah, ah, ah. You wanted to put on a show, brother. Why don’t you be good and show the nice man how much you love throating my dick?” Jack encouraged him.
Robby trained his eyes upward. He could just see the other man taking a seat at the far end of the wooden bench. He was a large man, maybe forty if the touch of grey at his temples was anything to go by. He had a respectively hairy chest and legs that sat open wide and leisurely as he leant back and groped at his towel-clad cock.
Robby’s eyelids fluttered closed. He moaned indulgently as he began to bob his head up and down languidly. His throat clicked wetly every time it came into contact with the blunt head of Jack’s cock, just the way Robby liked.
“There you go, that’s a good boy. So pretty, fucking your throat full of me,” Jack growled as he began pushing Robby’s head down in time with the thrusts of his hips up from the bench.
Robby’s watery eyes opened to find the man in the corner had discarded his towel, and was now fisting his angry red cock, his lip worried between his teeth. They held eye contact as Robby let his body go lax and his face be fucked. He felt his brain get fuzzy at the edges and he succumbed to being an object of admiration. He was a toy that Jack was demonstrating for the man, who looked on covetously as he wrung himself in rapid tugs.
“Fuck, gonna cum on your face. You ready for it?” Jack warned. Robby whined his assent and let Jack wrench him off his cock by his hair. Jack stripped his cock in front of him as Robby held his mouth open, tongue out, ready to catch and savor each salty drop. As he felt the ropes paint his cheeks he heard a distant grunt from the corner, like audience applause.