Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
My first visit to a Gay Bathhouse CindyUSA My home was in one of the Deep South larger cities. It was difficult to find a glory hole at an adult bookstore with viewing booths or other such hangouts for homosexuals. The Baptist Church considered themselves the moral compass of the community controlling the city. The gay community had to be discrete. The County Sheriff regularly raided gay bars and adult bookstores to find the patrons in an inappropriate action that resulting in the closing of the establishment. I am a bi and wanted to meet others that enjoyed the same as I did, sex between two consenting adults. The Baptist crusade, on the morals of the community, did not leave a lot places you could go to cruise for sex. I was always looking to meet someone for fun and games. One of my online contacts told me about the Club. I found a link to the Club. The Club was a gay bathhouse found downtown and across the street from the Baptist Church. A gay bathhouse passed as a gym, with all the amenities such as a weight room, swimming pool, sundeck, and small rooms for private for discrete activities. At this location, the bathhouse had a steam room, open shower stalls and TV room. The rules allowed men to walk wrapped in a towel around their waist. The rules of the Club restricted any direct homosexual behavior, to no touching, kissing, or giving oral. The rules of the Club wanted all gay activities confined to the small rooms. The cost to enter the Club varied on the day you visited. The price for a small room was eighteen dollars Monday-Thursday, on Friday-Sunday; it was twenty-four dollars. If you bought a six-month membership for fifteen dollars, the rates were four dollars cheaper. As a bonus, on Tuesday night you get a voucher to return free during the week. You could rent a locker but that meant getting undressed in full view of anyone that walked past. When you rented a locker, you did not have a room to play. The locker rate was twelve dollars for weekday and for weekends, sixteen dollars with a two-dollar discount, if you had a membership. This patricidal bathhouse location had been open for 25 years. This was funny because it was across the street from the largest Baptist Church in town. The local churches or the police did not disturb the bathhouse; one theory was it was better having one gay facility than several all over the County. Another reason might have been the owner of the bathhouse supported the local sheriff with contributions for his election. The Club was a two-story building, painted gray; the location was midblock off a main traffic corridor. The parking lot Pendik Escort location was in front of the building. There were spaces for twenty-six cars with spill over parking on the next street. On Friday and Saturday night’s, the parking lot would be full of cars from various Counties in the state and a few out-of-state cars. Bonus night, Tuesday, would be another day the parking lot was filled and kept busy most of the night with cars leaving and cars arriving. The Club looked like a normal business; it could have been an office building, an apartment building or even a church. The Club allowed men to walk around wearing a towel; where you could get a blowjob in the steam room; where you could rent a small room and have sex. There is a sundeck where you could be naked. You could be naked in the pool and hot tub. There were open bay showers where anyone could watch you lather up you body, stroke your cock, even bend over in the shower. Three types of men visited the Club. One group of men was young, slim and muscular gay men.Another group of men was married bi of various body conditions. The last group were straight men from both extremes, healthy and out of shape. The men’s age attending the Club was from twenty-one to seventy-nine. Men over fifty considered a “troll”, because these older men would walk the hallways trying to find anyone for action. Sometimes the “trolls” annoyed someone by not taking no for an answer. Based on my age, the younger men would classify me as a “troll”, but I did not troll around . I did not try to do anything the other guys did not want to done. First time I visited the Club, it was to meet someone. I had met a man on line named John. He wanted to meet me for oral sex. Neither of us had a place to meet and play. He suggested meeting at the Club. I agreed to meet John at the club on a Tuesday after work. I arrived at the Club on time . The parking lot was full, forcing me to park across the street, next to an adult night school. I did not know why my heart was pounding. Maybe it was the idea visiting a gay bathhouse, or maybe it was expecting to meet John for sex. I entered the Club standing in a small foyer. On my right was a glass pass-through window similar to what you would find in check cashing stores. A sign on the wall said, “Ring Bell for attendant.” I saw no one on the other side window, waited a few seconds, yet no one at the window. I rang the bell, ring, ring, ring. A man in his twenties appeared. He had a friendly face, I explained, “This is my first time here.” The attendant said, “Drivers license please.” Pendik Escort Bayan I reached into my pocket, produced my wallet, and extracted my driver’s license slipping it through the hole in the window. The attendant said, “Go through the door”, he pointed out with his head towards an inner door. A buzzer sounds; buzzzzzzzzee of the automatic switch unlocks the door. I entered the next small room. This room has a small window with bars. The attendant appeared and asks, “Room or locker?” I responded, “Room.” He asks, “Second floor or first?” I answer, “Second.” The attendant questioned, “Do you need a membership. It will be fifteen dollars for six months.” I did not know if I were going to enjoy my first visit to the Club. I did not know if I wanted to return, but I said, “Membership,” anyway. The attendant filled out a form from information on my Driver License, then filled out a small membership card. Next, he handed me a white towel and elastic loop with a keys on it. The attendant smiled, “Your room is 28. Your check out time is eight hours from now, two AM. Enjoy your time.” A sound of an automatic door locked sounded, buzzzzzzzzzee. I entered the main room of the Club. There was a universal weight machine, not in use. Walking forward as if I knew what I was doing, I found a hallway with doors on each side. As I walked, you could find some of the doors slightly opened. Peeking in one of the rooms, I spied a man reclined on a single bed. The naked man was stroking his cock. I kept walking, peeking in on the next room. This room had a naked man lying face down; I hesitated a bit to get a better view. Next room the door was wide open. Looking into the room, I was disappointed not finding a naked man, only the room was empty. The hallway was dark with light filtering in from both ends of the hallway. All the other doors were closed. There was background music playing at just a noise level not to be annoying. At the end of the hall was a locker room. As I entered, there were two men talking as they dressed, or perhaps undressed, I could not tell which. I found the stairs at the end of the locker room and walked to the second floor. This floor was similar to the first floor, with hallways dimly lit and doors on each side. As I walked down the hallway, I noted the numbers on the doors. There were doors partially opened with naked men reclining on the beds, some jacking, some just sitting and a few on their stomachs, backside exposed. I found my room at the end of the hall. In the room was a single bed built on a wood platform, a metal locker Escort Pendik like the ones you would find in a gym. The light switch was rheostat allowing one to adjust for light in the room. I took off my clothes and locked them in the locker, firmly tucking in the end to secure the towel around my waist. Still exploring the top floor, I found the TV room, the sunroof and the showers. There was a second set of stairs at the back of the second floor leading down to the pool, hot tub and steam room. I was to meet my online friend John at the hot tube. Arriving at the hot tub, I did not find anyone. No one was swimming in the pool. Testing the temperature of the water, I dipped my foot in the shallow end. It was chilly . A man walked in to the pool and hot tube area , removed his towel, hung it up on pegs mounted on the wall and entered the steam room. I noted rule one, it is OK to be naked in the steam room. This man did not say hello. I guessed he was not John. I took a seat by the pool waiting for John. Another man entered, walked to the shower and removed his towel. He soaped and lathered his body, took a longtime to clean his privates. From his location, he watched me, I watched him. He was only about thirty feet away, close enough for me to make out details about his body. He was in his thirties, had little or no body fat and sported muscles you would find on a bodybuilder. After the shower the man walked, exposed, to the steam room. We made eye contact, I smiled and he smiled back. He did not say hello. He was not John. The clock on the wall read half past the hour. John was late. I decided to explore the steam room. I hung my towel on a hook outside of the steam room, entering the steam room naked. It did not matter if I were naked because the room was full of steam making it difficult to see, hard to walk and find a place to sit . The steam room had a three-level row of seats all covered with ceramic titles. One wall had a window that was steam covered, obstructing the viewing. The other wall had a showerhead suspended from the ceiling. I sat at one end, on the lowest level. The heat must have been 110 degrees, sweat started to roll down my face. Looking around the room, I saw four bodies outlined in the steamy fog. The closest man was only three feet away, sitting on the second tier seats. I saw he was sitting, his legs open, hands playing with his hard cock. Another man was sitting next to him watching. Neither man talked. The watching man placed his hand on the jacking man ‘s leg . He moved his hand slowly up toward the jacking man ‘s cock. The jacking man did not object to being touched. The watching man ‘s hand reached the jacking man ‘s cock, the jacking man allowed watching man to fondle his cock. I watched one man jack the cock of another man, only a few feet from where I was sitting. Fascinated by the activity I continued to stare through the steam.
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32