A Night at the Spa

If you are offended by homosexuality--or, you're under 18--do NOT read this post.

Last night, I decided to splurge and spend $20 on 8 hours of shelter in a tiny room at the Roman Holiday Spa on Venice Boulevard.

The Roman Holiday is a small "bath house" catering to gay, bisexual and questioning men.  Apparently it's been in that location, serving as an M4M fuckhouse for over 40 years...that's a lot of cum.

I've been to just about every gay bath house in the Los Angeles area, but this was, I think, my first time at the Roman Holiday on Venice.

It's not that big a place--about 20 rooms.  It has the usual steam room and sauna and jacuzzi.  There's a TV lounge, but the TV was not showing porn.

A note to my straight male homeless colleagues:  you can get a room here and you don't have to have sex with anyone...you'll get hit on, but, just politely decline and go back to your room.  It's a good place to clean up and get a break from the streets.  When I checked in, they did not ask to see my ID.

Apparently, the $20 rate is only good on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

There was a preponderance of Hispanic guys there and I learned that they sure like sex with mature white men.  Maybe their boss at work is a middle age white dude and they have a secret desire to be fucked by him.  At any rate, I certainly got my sexual needs met with the Hispanics and one young black dude.

So, $20 bought me 8 hours of time off the streets, but I was not able to sleep.  The sheet and pillowcase was soaked with sweat from two male bodies having sex...there was noise that kept me awake and I was horny too.

When I checked out at dawn and hit the lonely streets again, I was incredibly depressed.  I got my sexual and my shelter needs met, but, I did not meet the sugardaddy who would rescue me from the streets.  I have this fantasy (the one thing that keeps me going) that some nice, NORMAL, kind, attractive and GENEROUS man is going to rescue me from my homeless nightmare...it did not happen.