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AN: The time period is important to the characters for other works I have planned for them, but not important to the dialect the characters speak in/to each other for the purpose of this story, so any anachronisms were ignored.

Los Angeles, California, Springtime 1931

James wasn't sure what to expect going to a boathouse for the first time. He had heard rumors about it during college, but never went through with it. He was still lying to himself for most of it, saying he wasn't gay, MAYBE bi if he got a little drunk. Those few times in college were just a fluke. He was too afraid to admit everything to himself really. But failed relationship after failed relationship, he decided he should play for the other 'team'. It had worked out, mostly. Until his dad Jorge caught him and his boyfriend.. During their first time of all things. The oldler boar didn't yell or get mad, didn't threaten to kick James out of their modest home in Chavez Ravine, but it did make things awkward. His boyfriend dumped him right after, saying it was all too close to getting outed, and all too close to getting a shotgun pointed at him by some raged-out Wet-Back.completely ignoring the fact his boyfriend was also very much a Wet-Back too.

James cried for a few days after that. Started avoiding his father at all costs, deciding to come and go at odd hours of the night to avoid any confrontation. It had shaken the very core of the Rodriguez family, what little of it was left. Mom was… gone. His older sister had moved out, marrying a nice American man and having a few children already. James was definitely planning to move out himself, soon. Always trying to find work and odd jobs in the city, trying to put his degree to good work even. But it was hard out here. Even educated and relatively well off, most people assumed his degree was from Mexico and was thus worthless. Some even assumed he didn't speak much English. Most figured it wasn't a right 'fit' for their company. So he stayed at home with his father. A man he wanted very little to do with as of recently, and one who started to keep almost as strange of hours as James had been doing too. Ever since… well getting caught. But that's why he was here now, why he was taking his mind off things. Too shy to go to a gay bar and drink alone, but wanting to relax and unwind. Some of his friends had said that while the place can be hardcore, but there's enough sections that are fully lit and relaxing. Some time to unwind with his gay thoughts after a failed relationship and getting outed to his father was all the man needed to reset his brain.

Taking the tram to Chinatown, then the cable to the Garment District was a quick journey for the boar, the city's infrastructure becoming better and better for the Olympic Games coming up soon. There were talks about the auto industry wanting to rip out neighborhoods and removing light rail, but James didn't believe that could ever happen in Los Angeles, especially when there wouldn't even be enough space for all those cars with all those people!

A short walk later and the boar was climbing his way up a half flight of stairs, the boathouse building inconspicuously placed next to a few factories, practically blending into the brickwork surrounding the rest of the area. Just a hole in the wall establishment, no signs, no labels, and no warnings. Just a clerk behind a glass screen outside, nestled into the entrance of the building.

James paid the clerk, renting only a locker as it was the cheapest option, and after being given directions to them, was allowed inside. He wasn't sure what to expect, but a glitzy art deco hallway filled with men of all shapes and sizes milling about, all clad in only the smallest of towels, was definitely a positive. The boar had some weight to him, his stomach staunch and wide, shoulders made for lifting and farm work. He was a filled out man, 6'ft 2 and 280lbs. Most of it was muscle anyways, a good workout regime allocated by his time as a university football player.

James stepped forward, grabbing a clean towel and making his way towards the stairs situated on the left hand side. There was more on the bottom floor, but he wanted to blend in a bit more than his street clothes before exploring. Making his way through a door leading to the stairwell, he marched up dutifully, not sure if it was socially acceptable to stare at the ass of the man walking up the stairs in front him. He made a mental note that the bear in front of him did in fact have a very nice ass though. One he certainly wouldn't mind getting a better look at later.

Making it to the second floor, James followed the instructions given to him and made a left, the lockers at the end of the hall. There were side rooms along the entirety of the hallway, split into personal rooms men could rent. He figured he wasn't planning on doing all that much, so decided to save the extra few dollars for next time… if there was a next time. Men milled about here, chatting in hushed tones, and attempting to make eye contact when interested. James averted their gaze for now, wanting to get unpacked and undressed, and probably check out the pool a bit before committing to anything unsightly. The moans, grunts, and sounds of balls bouncing off of ass cheeks combined with the sweet and vulgar smell of sweat and cum wafting through the place was certainly a sensory overload. One keeping the boar heavily tented in his pants as he walked down the hallway. Too embarrassed to look into the open doors along the way, he made it to the end of the hallway, finding the locker that matched his key, and started to undress.

There was more lively chat here, the vibe not so heavy in the well lit area. He felt a few eyes on him as he took off his shirt, folding it neatly and placing it over his wallet and house keys he had taken out of his pants and placed inside already. He wasn't sure what to bring exactly, figuring he didn't need a bathing suit if he went swimming or in the hot tub… and simply undressed, being bashful enough to take his pants and underwear off at separate times. Even though he ended up with his ass out anyways. His cheeks burned as he quickly covered himself with his towel, like he was changing at the university locker rooms again… then realized his ass being out probably wasn't a bad thing, especially if it was just only a moment. His cock being rock hard was definitely less stressful now than at the university showers at the very least.

James locked his clothes and personal items in the locker, making sure to keep the key on his person. It was bound on a small adjustable leather strap, similar to a watch or belt. He noticed most other men had it wrapped around their forearms, and figured to do the same. He guessed it kept it out of the way while … busy with activities. The boar made sure his locker was secured and headed back towards the stairs, wanting to relax in the water for a bit. He made sure to keep an eye out for those open rooms now, no longer feeling 'different for being clothed. Men waited; ass up, cock out, and various forms of alluring or non-caring for what happened to them or their holes. And it made the tent in James towel twitch and bulge even harder. The bear from the stairwell was ass up in a room, his nub of a tail coated in spunk that dripped like honey from a loose hole, a blindfold covering his eyes. James was right earlier. The bear did in fact have a nice ass.

Barely managing to not cum in his no-pants, James made it back to the first floor, and turned left down the hallway, away from the entrance. On his left, there was a door to a stairwell leading to the basement next to a hallway to an open bathroom. His friends had told him, more of the heavy stuff happened down there, so he avoided it for now. Right past the bathroom, a wall of open-stalled showers lay, with men lining the area, lathering themselves up and rinsing down. Some putting on a show to any onlookers in the hallway and through the glass wall adjoining the bathroom, while some went about their business with their heads down. A pair in the corner were even giving each other a helping hand.

Down from that room, a dry sauna sat, a glass door with a wooden handle separating it. Men sat on two tiers of benches, most naked, and most hard. James was sure a couple pairs were against a side wall, thrusting on each other's face from what he could see. Directly across from that, a sign sat for a wet sauna, though James couldn't see inside through the dense steam covering the room. A possum walked out from the inside, his fur damp and body warm. The sounds of slick bodies and sucking were very apparent until the door shut again, the scent of menthol and camphor mixing with the smell of chlorine and sweat from the hallway. James continued down, curious to explore more after stretching a bit in the pool. At least the dry sauna for today.

James continued down, stepping out into the pool area. It was a wide, rectangular room with a simple, albeit deep pool in the center of it. Men set on benches around the sides, conversing and making out. A door in the back led to an outdoor patio, and a small hot tub sat to Jame's left, the whole area filled with nude men making out and talking over each other and the heat. The boar didn't feel like being skin to skin trying to squeeze into the hot tub, and decided to try the pool. He hung his towel up on the racks next to where other people held theirs, boner sticking out straight and heavy from his body. He turned, trying to get to the pool before anyone noticed, but not before an older lynx from a nearby benched whistled out towards the boar, Jame's heavy cock and balls being quite the beautiful sight to those inclined to like cock and balls.

“No need to be shy here, Sweety." The lynx called out to James, smiling genuinely and deeply. “We all like what we're seeing." He offered as a final statement before returning back to his conversation. James took the compliment as well as his practically gay-virgin brain could handle and stepped into the pool. A few men were sitting at the edge of the pool, talking to each other and relaxing in the water. Californian Spring's could be pretty hot, and the cool sensation was relaxing to the heavy-furred boar. James waded more into the water, getting used to the chlorine smell and coolness before dunking his head, ready to finally unwind. Underneath the water the boar opened his eyes, hoping to maybe sneak a peek at some cocks, if only for a moment. What he didn't expect was a pair of otters taking turns blowing and rimming a beaver at the bottom of the pool at its deepest end. But that wasn't too surprising given the circumstances he supposed. Surfacing with a deep breath, James decided to swim a few laps, not having regular access to a large enough pool since school, it was a nice way to work out a bit. He figured showing off his muscled body to any onlookers was definitely a benefit, his bouncing erect cock putting him in the mood to eventually do something with at least someone later in the day.

James tired after a bit, his swim stamina not what it used to be, and took a spot near the edge of the deep end. His feet were unable to touch the bottom as he relaxed near the edge, getting another view of the place. James had decided to head out and maybe check out the dry sauna, when out of the water, one of the otters from earlier popped up next to him, the mustelid treading water graciously while James clung to the side of the pool.

“Hey there, handsome," the otter said with a heavy lisp matching his lithe and toned frame. “Haven't seen you here before." The otter smiled wide, batting his eyes at the boar a few times.

“I-it's my first time here. Wanted to check it out, and unwind a bit." James responded as he turned in the water to look at the man.

“Ooooh, some fresh pork-meat." James was about to respond about how he wasn't really into species puns, but a webbed paw suddenly tugging at his rigid meat as the otter continued slowed his brain down too much to respond. “So THICK and juicy. I might have to have a taste later…" The otter pumped James cock a few times, the boar's eyes going cross-eyed, his face flushed as he was felt up in the open. “Thought, I guess I could try it here too." The otter let go of Jame's cock, disappearing in the water for a moment, doing a back flip in the pool in a fraction of a second. He surfaced, short snout right next to Jame's ear. “Up to you, hottie." James took a moment to think. “If you want to, of course." The otter nibbled gently on the boar's ear, and James let out a muffled moan.

“M-maybe later." James managed to sputter out. The otter moved back a few inches, now facing the boar. “I think you're really pretty and all, just a bit embarrassed about doing it where everyone can see, is all." The otter smiled, grabbing onto the boar's cock again.

“No worries. How about a kiss for now, though?" The otter closed his eyes and puckered his lips. James responded, grabbing the side of the otter's face and bringing in the other man into a heavy and hearty kiss, feeling the sleek fur against his as the two grinded on each other for a moment under the water.

“See you soon." James winked at the otter, the boar now filled with confidence after being felt up and propositioned by a twink whose mouth and ass was begging to be demolished.

“See you soon, hottie." The otter dived under the water, gone in a second. James was tempted to look for him under the surface… but after not surfacing for a few seconds figured he was back with the other pair of aquatics.

James made his way out of the pool, drying himself as best he could at the dry station and toweling off the rest. He opted to sling his towel over his shoulder, showing off his fat and finally soft cock off as he made his way to the dry sauna. There was only an older wolf inside, his bells heavy and low to the floor as he sat with his legs spread wide. He looked up and smiled at James, who returned a curt yet polite nod as he made his way to the second tier of seats, sitting above the wolf. The heat dried what water was left on his fur as the heat soaked into his muscles. It was a good post-workout routine, healing and strengthening his body after exercising for a bit in the pool. After a few minutes James relaxed enough to open his legs. The wolf noticed the motion and looked up for a second. He grinned and James smiled back, but neither made a move on the other. James didn't mind older men, but the other man was old enough to be his grandpa. He'd probably have to work up to something like that…

Before the boar could refocus his thoughts, a jaguar walked in through the glass door, this man only old enough to be his father. He was built like his dad too, a thick muscle gut paired nicely with tree-trunk thighs and heavy arms. The man's face gave away his age as the jaguar scanned the dark room. He saw the boar and smirked, hanging up his towel on a hook next to the doorway and taking a seat directly next to the boar. Before James could think of anything to say, the jaguar put a heavy thick paw behind the boar's end, tilting him sideways as he leaned down into the boar, kissing him deeply and fully with his rough tongue. James couldn't resist if he wanted to, completely taken by the strong older man. They separated their mouths with a loud smacking sound, the older man putting a bit more pressure and angle on James's head, ushering the boar to his crotch.

“Chupa?" The jaguar asked. The wolf turned to look at the pair, eyebrows raised at the jaguar's thick accent.

“Si, Señor" Was all James could respond with. So many of his buttons being pushed at once, the boar not even realizing until this very second he had a thing for men a BIT older. Especially a fellow Hispanic, and apparently was also into someone so forward. Earlier that day, he wouldn't have dreamed of sucking someone off like this. Out in the open in a simple side room, and with so little fanfare or conversation. He always pictured himself as a good-enough little Catholic, wanting to settle down a bit and talk before moving on to something more. It had taken almost a year for him to try anal with boyfriend, and getting caught on their first and only time was practically a sign he should have got married first… but the wedding ring shining in the dull haze of the sauna off the jaguar's finger combined with the heavyset man taking control was actually all James needed to give in. Maybe he just wasn't that into his ex boyfriend… maybe it was the atmosphere and mix of musk and sweat and cum in the air. Maybe it was him finally giving into his sexuality. But all the boar knew right now is that he wanted to suck the thick and dark meat in front of him. The jaguar's cock was darker than the cat's fur, almost jet black. And it was wide and heavy, while soft. It was definitely longer than James', even as it sagged down limp, and almost as wide as Jame's too.

The boar got down to the first level of benches, letting the unnamed man guide him towards his needy cock. James got on his knees, towel off to the side and ass sticking up in the air. He didn't even realize he was dead center of the room, hairy hole on proud display to everyone in the hallway through the glass door, as he opened his muzzle and sunk down on the juicy dick in front of him. It was slow going, the heady practically the fattest part. It was sweaty and scented like 'MAN', but wasn't foul in any way. Like the jaguar had just finished a workout after a shower. And as the taste and weight settled on James tongue, the jaguar held his soft cock with one hand, and kept his other at the back of Jame's head, slowly feeding more and more of the thickening appendenge to the eager boar. Every inch and every lick was a treat to the boar. He had only sucked off two men before but this was something else. He wasn't really serving a cock this large, the head almost making him choke as it started to reach the back of his throat, but more he was being used as a tight and warm hole. And the horny boar didn't want anything else as his snout hit the base of the cock. James pulled his head back, trying to start bobbing on the cock, eager to get motion as his jaw finally got relatively accustomed to the size. Until he was stopped by the jaguar's paw holding him tight.

“No. Chupa."

James sucked on the cock in front of him, not moving his neck or body as he felt it start to really come to life in his maw, having to change the angle as it got harder inside of him.

“Z-zuck. Just zuck" The man's English was heavily accented and lisped, the boar understanding why he mostly spoke Spanish to him… and making sure to comply with the request, tongue exploring more and more as he worked his throat massaging the beast in front of him. He was sure if he was a smaller snoutted creature like that otter he wouldn't be able to hand the dick in his mouth like this, so tight and so close, threatening to block off his airway. But he was lucky, and sounds of suckling began to flood the room as he got more and more accustomed to the action. James wasn't sure how much time passed, his mind filled with keeping his breathing steady and air flowing, and making sure he didn't stop pleasing the man in front of him. The heat was starting to make him dizzy before he felt a heavy and thick gush of cum shoot directly down his throat, not even a single drop getting to his tongue as the jaguar grabbed the back of his head with both paws, making sure his load was dumped as deep as possible. That had finally cut off James' air, but James stayed calm, letting his body wash over the sensation of getting pumped full of cum as long as he could. Right before he was going to tap out, the jaguar let go, making his way towards the exit as quickly and elegantly as only a cat could. He grabbed his towel and walked halfway outside into the hall, before turning back for a second and muttering a quick, “Gracias" before disappearing around the corner.

James sputtered and coughed a bit, catching his breath as he wiped away a strand of spittle on the side of his maw. He wished he could have tasted that load, but it was such a rush he didn't mind being totally used like a breeding trough. So when the grandpa wolf from early motioned for the boar, James stopped caring about the age difference and made his way to the floor, on his knees again as he opened up and swallowed the half-hard old man dick.

Cock after cock flew by with James on his knees at the base of the sauna. Three men in total after the jaguar. He didn't see their faces or species, except knowing one was a reptile of some kind from the scales. After the wolf, two men had stood behind the boar, cocks out and hard, both dripping in anticipation. James only stopped to think for a moment about what cock to suck first, and only half-heard the old man saying thank you after patting his shoulder, the wolf satiated after getting someone eager enough to work out a load from his limp dick. By the time the wolf had waddled away, one of James's paws were led to the cock he was sucking and he was pushed off it by the man, turning his face towards the other cock next to his snout. James got the message, pumping away with his paw at the cock slick from his throat, and going to town at the other one. The pair traded back and forth a few times, the lack of attention making it take longer than if he sucked them off in a row, but James didn't care. The attention through the door and others looking at him from the sauna was turning him on so much, definitely enough to ignore the pain in his knees. Getting covered in cum by the pair as they climaxed in unison was a highlight, and the lizard turning him around as soon as they were done to suck him off from the bench, cum soaking into his fur as he kept his throat primed and ready.

Catching his breath and sitting back as the reptile walked away, James was as sexuality satisfied as he'd ever been before. Better than any jerk off session, better than any mutual masturbation with his boyfriend, and only somewhat better than that professor in a supply closet… he was where he was meant to be. And when the twink otter from early stepped in, seeing James on his knees and panting was just icing on the cake as the otter pulled the boar up to take a seat, straddling across James lap as he sat facing the boar. Making sure to place the boar's steel-hard cock between his cheeks, the otter rested fully on Jame's chest, mixing the cum into his fur as he kissed and nuzzled under the boar's neck. James couldn't respond, blissed out and snuggling a cute boy after all the servicing was almost enough to make him shoot against the air.

“What a naughty boy you are." The otter kissed a few more times at James's snout. “I knew you'd fit right in with me." The otter put a paw on James's face, moving up, as if to sit on the boar's cock. James didn't want to have sex like that in the open, but was too tired to stop the other man. The otter noticed the boar deflated, and smiled. He hopped off his 'seat' and sunk onto his knees, muzzle right next to Jame's cock. “How about just a blowie?" James smiled and nodded and the otter got to work. “Bet I can make you finish before I gotta take a breath!" The other chirped before going down on the boar, stubby muzzle and throat expertly handling the thick piece of boar meat to its base in just a moment.

In just five, pathetic head-bobs later, James tensed up, moaning out nothings into the sauna before starting to twitch and unload a heavy set of jizz into the otter in front of him. He was embarrassed, finishing so quickly, but fully satisfied as his pent up balls emptied into the willing maw. The otter slurped up every drop with ease, and bounced up to the boar, smiling as he licked his lips.

“Well we can work on that stamina, Big Guy," The otter chirped as he patted the boar's cock a few times like it was a resting pet. “I'm guessing I'll see you around here?"

James nodded, a smile on his face as barely managed to respond. The heat and empty balls completely knocked his senses off as the otter rose to his feet, clapping like a schoolgirl, and going for one last kiss before winking and walking out of the sauna, back towards the pool. James sat back, leaning his elbows on the bench behind him, happy with his decision to come here. It felt good to be next to other men like himself, and good to finally fully come out of his shell and really suck some cock as ravenously as he'd been craving deep down. The boar closes his eyes for a moment, basking in the warmth for a few seconds before deciding he should probably get out of it and find some water to drink.

James opens his eyes, ready to rinse the cum out of his fur and probably head out to find somewhere to eat nearby. In the hallway directly in front of him, walking into the steam room, an older boar, just as wide as him, with similar fur coloring and patterns opens the glass door opposite the sauna, and disappears into the steam, sounds of moaning escaping until the door comes to a gentle close.

“WAS THAT MY DAD?!"