I love bath houses. I used to be a regular at the River Club in Upstate new York, and whenever I'm in town, I visit the Works in Indianapolis and the Flex Club in Clevelad.
But at Christmas 2013, I flew to Indianapolis, so no Flex Club, and there wasn't time to go to the Works. I was feeling deprived. There were still two weeks left before classes started. Why not take a short "sex vacation"?
The nearest bathhouse was in Milwaukee, and I hadn't been there since I was five years old, so...
Milwaukee has lots of attractions, but I would spend most of my time in the Midtowne Spa. And inside the spa, since the only guys I meet normally are slim, androgynous twinks, my goal was to hook up with five guys like this: macho, hairy, scruffy, muscular. And Older!
I arrived in Milwaukee at 10:30 am, rented a car, and drove to the Kimpton Hotel, in the Third Ward south of downtown. In spite of the silly name, it's an upscale boutique hotel with an art deco feel and lots of quirky touches, like....
Ok, you're more interested in hearing about the sex.
The Midtowne Spa was a two-story cream-colored building, dwarfed by the Cold Storage building next door. No sign outside, just a street number.
Downstairs was all exposed brick with a blue motif: locker rooms, small gym, a sauna, a steam room, a room with bunk beds, and an outdoor patio (closed for the winter). Upstairs were some corridors with private rooms, a game room, and a tv room. No glory holes or orgy room.
Not very crowded: on weekdays, bathhouses tend to be crowded at lunchtime and after work, and I hit it just after the lunch rush, on a day when it was -5 degrees outside. But I did manage to get an invitation back to the room of:
The full story, including my hookup with Superman, is on Tales of West Hollywood.