Discovery of Steamworks
When my current partner asked if I’d been to Steamworks, I had to Google the place. Once I saw the answer, I was certain that Google was showing me the wrong place.
See, I hadn’t heard of gay saunas outside of porn. I figured a gay sauna was just a porn set-a normal sauna where men suddenly decided to have sex in the heat of the moment.
Boy, was I wrong.
Once I’d heard about it, I was interested. I did regular Grindr hookups, but I had never been to a kink event like that. Nothing like that happens near where I live.
First Visit: A Learning Experience
My partner has four more years of experience than me. He has been more than once during different events, so he was perfect for introducing me to the scene.
We chose their Genderfuck event to attend. Usually, the location is focused on gay men. Once a month, all genders are invited and encouraged to play.
Being a short, twinky trans man, I was warned that I might be popular. Popular would be an understatement.
Exploring the Amenities
My partner helped me get checked in. They took my ID, gave me a key for a locker to keep my other belongings in, and handed me a soft, white towel.
As soon as I had my clothes off in the locker room, I had eyes on me. Gay saunas like this are very consent-focused, which is needed for the environment. I gave consent, and I had strange hands on me minutes after arriving.
I was excited to see the amenities first. They had a hot tub, sauna, showers, and an eucalyptus steam room, all of which felt therapeutic.
Spread around were varieties of condoms, to use freely. There were even douching stations. The location also provided free testing for those seeking that.
Unless you buy a private room, nothing is private there. As my partner, men around us stared. We took it as encouragement.
We walked around what they call the outback, a back area of gloryholes, fuck benches and a sling. Someone stopped me to ask if I wanted to have fun. When I turned to tell my partner, he had been whisked away, too.
Engaging in the Scene
My new play partner led me somewhere I could bend over. I just followed love being told what to do and used.
He got me bent over and got to work on me.
While I was bent over a ledge, men were walking by in front of me. Some just stared. Some quickly stuck their tongue in my mouth, or gave my tits a grab.
I couldn’t exactly see what was going on behind me. Without warning, one man would pull out of me, and another would take his place.
When I looked, there was a line of men waiting for me. It was the first, but not last, time I had a train run on me.
I knew my exact body count beforehand. Since then, I’ve only had a vague number.
For a fan of being used like a doll, it was heaven. Men adjusted and moved my body as needed, and some even picked me up.
I went in wanting to be used as an object, and I got exactly that.
When I finally decided to step away to take a break, some men tried to follow me. Once they saw I was heading towards the cool-down room, they stepped off.
On my way to the cool-down area, I found my partner. We agreed to take a break together. He had gotten caught up doing about the same stuff I was.
In the cool-down room, we relaxed on their couches and shared what we had been up to while we were separated.
Still, men kept their eyes on us. We started chatting with a regular who would recognize us when we went again later.
These events tend to be mostly chasers- cis men who are after trans men.
In most situations, we don’t try to appeal to chasers. Typically, some of us don’t really want to chaser attention.
At the sauna, I was perfect chaser bait, and I loved it. Telling people that it was my first time there only added to the allure.
Intense Encounters and Popularity
My partner and I decided to get back to the fun. He led me back to the outback, to what they call the fuckbench.
The fuckbench is perfect for this. I could be on my knees, bent over, at the perfect height for the person behind me.
Right as he started, more men appeared to join the fun.
While my partner fucked me, someone behind him started fucking him.
When I turned around, there was a crowd once again. Men surrounded both of us, ready to take their turns.
My partner decided it was time for another break. As we started walking away, we were followed. Men kept groping me.
Someone grabbed onto my body, put a hand around my neck, and lifted me off the air just a little. Like many gay men, I love choking. It was bliss.
Cooling Down and Reflecting
We headed, again, back to the cool-down area. We started flirting with someone else resting there.
Flirting, of course, became touching.
This cool-down area is supposed to be a place to take a break. It has vending machines, couches, and a TV playing unsexy media. In theory, a sex-free zone.
Touching became grabbing. More men joined in on the couch. There were hands all over us, and we had our hands all over other people.
I ended up on my back, a man sucking on my clit. Someone commented on how large it is, a common effect of testosterone. Even the people that weren’t fucking us, took a peek.
These event nights allow anyone of any gender to show up, and they do. I had people of all sorts commenting on it.
The room was supposed to be for cooling down. By being a Twinkie trans man and just a little too flirty, I had accidentally gotten us all more heated.
This became an accidental pattern for us. The next time we went, the same thing happened. Despite our attempts to relax there, we kept getting attention.
Reflections on the Sauna Experience
Gay saunas like this are perfect for all types of kinksters.
Men looking to use glory had many to choose from. Folks looking for group sex could join other people very easily. People could even exchange contact information to keep in touch.
I even saw people there in leather and silicone gear. At a different time, I went, and a friend of mine went in their pup mask. Using masks like that can add another layer of anonymity and get you further into a sexy mindset.
And for me, someone who just loves to be used by all sorts of men-I absolutely loved it.
