Explore the Gay Bathhouse, Crew Club, in Washington, DC, in an Erotic Gay Story

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Tracey Parker is an urban explorer who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world. After sharing with Squirt.org members the steamy gay cruising in the hottest gay cruising woods famous in Mexico City or Arthur & Paul in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, Tracey takes us back to the USA for the well-known DC bathhouse Crew Club.

Of all the experiences I’ve had at Crew Club in Washington, DC, the one that sticks out is how the locker room looked on my first time visiting on a Tuesday evening.

In my early days, I never knew what to expect. I usually showed up at the wrong time when there weren’t many people there. Sometimes, I’d be surprised by another young guy to play around with, and many other times, I’d find the place empty or close to it. 

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On Tuesday night, I was feeling restless, and I knew I couldn’t go to bed at my usual hour. I decided to go to The Crew Club. 

I was sure that I’d be empty at this hour, and even more sure because it was Tuesday. But anything seemed better than lying around and not being able to go to bed. I had no idea what was in store for me. 

When I arrived, I was surprised to see a few guys standing in line at the downstairs entrance. They charged me way less than I usually pay, and I suddenly remembered that the cover was half-off on Tuesdays. 

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I climbed the tall staircase up to the second floor, and the scene I found seemed like something out of an underwear ad. There must have been a dozen or so young men in various states of undress crowded into the small locker area. Some were getting undressed, but most were getting ready to leave. It was around 9:30 p.m.

I find locker room scenes so sexy. Seeing men chatting and sneaking looks at each other while they’re drying off their dripping wet naked bodies, powdering their hairy balls, applying deodorant to their secret parts that barely anybody gets to see. 

What is the vibe and interior like at Crew Club in Washington?

At Crew Club, the activity is sexual, and it takes place in 3 places: A maze-type steam room, an open dry sauna with two levels of benches, and a maze of private rooms. All guests are given a private room or a locker. 

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There is also a living room area which usually is pretty empty, as most of the socializing is done in the private rooms after a nice fuck. Still, I’ve had some pleasant conversations out there occasionally and watched TV on days/nights when none of the other men interested me.

I became a hardcore regular once I realized what happened here on Tuesdays. The club is open 24/7, and the half-price Tuesdays begin at 11:00 a.m. and last until midnight.

I observed that it stayed very crowded all afternoon and into the evening and began to empty around 9 when the locker room would swell, and everybody would shower and change into their street clothes.

It seemed they always had the same XM radio channel, which played gay dance-pop songs. Today, when I hear one of the songs they played regularly, I remember the excitement I felt running around the halls, looking into the private rooms, waiting to get pulled into some fantasy encounter with somebody and take each other to another world. 

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That Tuesday night, I arrived early, around 2 p.m. There was already a crowd, but nobody was doing much of anything.

A cute young femguy with a slender pale white body like a porcelain doll walked in and found his private room. Very quickly, a line formed outside of his private room, and one by one, he would let men inside suck him off. 

I was slightly embarrassed by the situation’s absurdity, but I took my place in line despite that. 

When it was my turn, the older man in front of me lifted his head from the trimmed dark black bush of pubic hair, allowed the young man’s cock to fall out of his mouth, got up and walked out of the private room without looking at me.

Instead, I saw that the young man’s eyes were looking straight at me; he had a permanent smile that showed how much he enjoyed this attention. His eyes pointed down to his thick hard cock, and I kneeled and got to work on the beautiful dick. 

He was one of those guys who sucked all the energy out of a club like this. Men would line up and follow him from room to room; this has never happened to me, but I also can’t say I envy the guys to whom this happens. I come to clubs like this to be anonymous, not famous.

I sucked his dick for a bit and allowed him to enjoy the attention. Still feeling the attention of the line and knowing the unwritten rule that everyone was taking a turn on this young stud but not hogging his body, I spat on the dick as I removed it from my mouth, jerked it a little with my hand and gave the meat a goodbye kiss and went on my way.

It was later in the afternoon, and the club was packed; the extra bodies and the packed facility meant it was hot inside. The hot August day outside in Washington, DC, found its way into the walls of this building, creating an intense heat inside that matched the heat and beauty of these guys inside the building.

In one of the long corridors of private rooms, a large group of men peeked inside a room with its door open—another line of men waiting their turn on this irresistible hottie.

Yes, inside was the same femguy as before, but this time, he was having a hot bathhouse threesome. An even younger-looking (although probably also in his early twenties), more petite guy laid on top of him while a third man fucked him from behind. They were taking turns fucking the petite guy in the middle, one from underneath and the other from behind. 

When I got to the front of the line, instead of just watching, I decided to put my cock inside the mouth of the little guy in the middle of the sandwich. He hungrily began to suck me off while the other guys continued to take turns with his hole. 

But the guy standing up didn’t like sharing his hungry little bottom, and before I knew it, he was taking him away from the rest of the guys. The door had closed on its own, or perhaps the possessive guy had closed it, and it was just the 4 of us inside. I felt like I had just entered a club before the bouncer told everyone behind me that they had hit capacity.

The four of us continued to play, and I let my mouth move toward the fem guy’s cock that I had enjoyed earlier in the afternoon, allowing my tongue to play with the tip of the dick before bringing my entire mouth down on the dick, deepthroating that beautiful dick and gleefully choking on man meat and precum. I felt a finger on my hole, but I continued to pay attention to the task at hand.

Soon, the fingers moved away, and I noticed that the two other guys left, and suddenly, I had the most popular guy in the club all to myself. He was still in the same position, lying on the makeshift bed.

A few condoms were placed on the surface beside his bed. The beds here are wooden shelves with a soft black mat placed on top. Downstairs, everybody receives a fitted twin sheet that loosely fits the exercise mat and a towel, which everybody wears around the club. 

All the adrenaline I had worked up in the club had made me confident, and I was treating this young man’s room like it was my own. I took one of the condoms without asking, tore it open with my teeth, and spit out the wrapper onto the floor. 

I placed it onto his cock head, which I had been studying and feasting on for what had seemed like forever. I slowly sat down on top of his cock while he was lying down on the bed. All the private rooms had the same layout, so regular customers like myself knew precisely how to position ourselves in the space to accomplish our objectives. My objective now was to feel every inch of that dick in my hole and make this boy cum!

We soon found our rhythm as I balanced myself on top, letting every inch of the cock move and thrust into me; I watched from above as the femboy’s eyes widened with delight and his mouth made variations of an “o face,” showing me he was feeling my tight hole and was getting closer to cumming.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” he whispered to me as he was changing positions. The next thing I knew, I was on all fours, doggy style, and he was behind me fucking the life out of me with his long thick cock. 

I know a lot of guys that can fuck, missionary, doggy-style, but it’s more often than not that they have a precise gay sex position they need to dump a load.

Sure enough, as he pounded my horny hole doggy style, I could the rhythm change up, going from consistent thrusts that I controlled when I was initially on top to a new rhythm, now even more quick and steady, showing a man on a mission who needed to desperately use my hole to let an enormous load loose and release the sexual tension he must have built up since he was asking every guy beforehand to suck his dick.

Sure enough, he came quickly, and we both sat on the platform as we caught our breaths from the epic fuck session.

There was no post-coitus or any snuggling, and, like I knew the rules of sharing this guy’s body in the dick-sucking line he procured earlier in the day, I knew lingering around wasn’t in the cards, either.

We both exited his room and went to the showers together. When we arrived, we ran into the other two men who had left to finish devouring each other somewhere else. We all gave one another a cold, masculine nod, no smile, as we began showering.

What kind of guys show up on weekdays at the gay bathhouse Crew Club in DC?

Tuesdays at the Crew Club in Washington, DC, is a delicious mix of men from all over the world, or at least many horny and local US guys.

Tuesdays tend toward the very young, as I mentioned my hookup with a particular fem guy, but plenty of horny young twinks, many looking to appear college age.

It is a very local crowd, as opposed to what DC is famous for: young twenty- and thirty-somethings from all over the country doing work associated with the Federal Government. 

But DC has a very interesting international local scene filled with easy-going guys who grew up here and keep a much lower profile. 

While Tuesdays are my favorite, Friday and Saturday nights get busy all through the early morning. Sundays are crowded to a lesser extent, especially if the weather outside is cold or rainy. 

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