I’m Jason Wynwood and I’m gay. That wasn’t easy growing up in the suburbs of Dayton, Ohio in the eighties. I didn’t know many other people like me. I had a great-uncle that I heard stories about and there was one kid at school that we all thought was gay.
I’d heard a rumor that there was a gay bathhouse only a mile or two away from my house, off of the old Dixie Highway. I had to scope it out. It was an old red wooden building with a Radio Hut right next door. You had to go down a hill in the back to find the rear door, it was hidden from the street. That way, no one could see you enter the bathhouse at night.
After my eighteenth birthday it still took a few months to get up the courage. My heart was pounding and I was nervous as hell, but finally I made up my mind that the day had come. I walked over the I-75 overpass to the highway and down the hill, passing my high school. I hoped nobody would stop me on the way, so I didn’t have to lie and make up something about what I was doing. I passed the football field, at the middle school that I went to five years ago. I turned onto North Dixie Highway and kept walking until I got to the Dixie drive-in. I looked to see what movie was playing, just in case I needed to tell my mom if she asked any questions as to where I’d been tonight.
I just had to walk a little more, about a hundred feet or so, and then I stopped to sit on the hill. I tried to get the nerve to go in. I could feel every heartbeat, and my face flushed hot with embarrassment. My mind was racing back and forth, wanting to go in or thinking about heading home. I pondered this for about an half hour before finally walking up to the door and looking around at the old red barn building. Layers of old paint were chipped from the walls, and there was only one light in the back that was over the back door. I stopped to notice bugs flying around the light bulb. I grabbed the handle to the door and opened it, going inside.
I found myself standing in front of another door with a window on the left side of me. I saw a man sitting on a stool inside; he was bare-chested with little French red gym shorts with a white line on the hem. I saw the outline of his dick hanging to one side. He got up and came over to the window. “Can I help you?”
I looked around the small room; the only lighting came from the dim blue fluorescent lights. I saw the man was playing porn on his TV, and there were some bottles of lube and some adult toys in a glass case. There was a fridge with glass doors that contained sodas and juices. He had a cash register next to the window.
I turned back to him. “It’s my first time, but I think so.”
My heart was still pounding in my chest.
The man at the window smiled. “It’s OK, I’ll tell you what it’s all about. This is a private gay men’s club. The men like to unwind, get naked, and fool around a little bit. We have private rooms you have to pay extra for and there is a main room called the orgy room. We have showers and a hot tub; if you don’t want to get a private room, there are lockers that you can put your clothes in. We give you a towel to wear when you walk around from room to room. It’s fifty dollars for a membership; the private rooms are thirty dollars and it’s five dollars for a locker rental for the day. You can use the membership at any of our locations in the United States, useful when you travel.”
I smiled at the man and handed him the money for the membership and a locker, then I signed the membership papers. The man at the desk smiled back, handing me a towel, my new membership card and a golden key on a red elastic band that I put around my wrist. Walking down a dimly lit hallway, I looked at the number on the key before starting to search the locker numbers. I found my locker and put the key in the lock and turned it, opening the little door. My pulse quickened as I started to strip off my t-shirt and black gym shorts, then finally my shoes. I wrapped the skimpy white towel around my waist, stuffing and locking my clothes and my sanity in a dingy gray locker. I placed the red elastic band with the key around my wrist.
I sat on a bench in the locker room for a good ten minutes, before I started walking around. I explored the bathhouse; the place reeked of sweat and other bodily odors. I walked further down the hallway and looked in each of the private rooms. Some of the doors were closed, but there were still a few open, with men lying naked on their narrow beds, stroking their hard cocks and staring at the porn playing on the monitors in the corners of their rooms. One of the men motioned for me to come into his room. I started to get aroused, but I decided to keep on going and explore the layout of this maze.
The showers were the next room I came upon. The room was unoccupied right now, and looked like a regular bathroom with a white tile floor and white tile walls with a few black tiles mixed in, with urinals and toilets. At the far end of one of the corners was the showers, a big room with a bunch of water nozzles on the walls, with two chrome poles in the middle of the room, with soap dispensers hanging from them. In the left corner there were a few stalls with toilets in them, but they had no doors. The stalls were gray with urinals on the right side. I noticed that there were a few big holes cut out of the side of the stalls, with graffiti and profanity written on them.
I kept going, finding the hot tub in the next room that nobody was using at the moment. What the hell, I thought, as I slipped off my towel, letting it fall to the floor right next to the hot tub. Sliding into the hot water, I looked over at the control panel where there were two buttons, one for the jets and the bubbles and one for the heat that was already on. I pressed the button turning on the jets, before adding the bubbles. I laid there relaxing, letting the hot water and bubbles flow all around me, trying to get the courage to finally engage in a sex act with another man. I hoped the hot water would strip away my inhibitions.
I laid back and looked through the doorway, seeing two men coming into the showers––one tall, slim red-headed man and a shorter man with brown hair. The red-headed man turned on the water in the showers and they both started to get lathered up. The shorter dark-haired man turned to his friend and slowly rubbed his hands along his chest, down to his abdomen and his pubic area, making a soapy lather all over his body. The red-haired man leaned his head back and moaned in pleasure, while the other man started to work his throbbing cock. Slowly he rubbed his friend’s balls and then went back again, finally making his way around his ass, before repeating the process over again several times. He took the red-haired man’s member in hand and slid his hands up and down the pulsating cock, as it stiffened to its full attention. Now it was the red-haired man who wrapped his arms around the dark-haired man. He pulled his body to him and they started to rub against one another, transferring the soapy lather between them. The red-haired man returned the favor and rubbed the soap all over his friend, making him stiff. This display went on for a few more minutes. Meanwhile I was getting aroused myself and started subtly stroking my cock under the water. Finally the two men rinsed off and dried each other, walking out of the room. The red-haired guy slapped the other on the ass, the sound echoing in the room and getting me even harder.
I had just witnessed two men engaging in a sex act for the first time, and I’d never felt better. After viewing this display, I was dealing with my own hard on by now. I decided to get out of the hot tub and dried off. I kept walking, exploring more of the layout of the place. I eventually came into a room that was very dark; it took a moment for my eyes to adjust again. The walls were painted black and there was a round bed in the middle of the room. It looked like it had been covered with a red carpet, and there were a few pillows thrown around it.
I could now see there were two men on the pedestal bed. There was only a little bit of illumination in the room, coming from two TVs that played porn in each corner at the far end of the room. The only other light was a red emergency exit that bathed part of the room in an eerie glow. I walked over to the pedestal where one of the men sucked the other’s cock. One of the guys was blond and lightly muscled, receiving head from an older, shorter and hairier man. He slid on to the pedestal to get a better angle to suck the blond. That gave me a good view of the black-haired man’s sweet ass now. I didn’t know it at the time, but men with dark hair were definitely my type––this wouldn’t be the best decision.
The blond moaned, his hand on the back of the black-haired man’s head, forcing his cock into his mouth. He tried to take all of the blond’s length, gagging on it a few times. The blond motioned me to come over; I was fixated by both of them and immediately complied. He slowly put his hand up my leg and under my towel, and I gasped as my cock slowly swells in his hands. I felt the pleasure of his hand as he slid up and down my staff. Then he took his other hand and started to rub my chest. He tugged on my towel and let it fall to the floor. He moved his hand back to my cock and balls, rubbing them sensually. He spit in his hand, getting my stiff cock nice and wet.
He lifted the black-haired man’s head off his cock and guided it to mine. I felt his warm wet mouth now working my cock. I leaned my head back, and moaned with pleasure. The blond man knelt on the pedestal and started to rub his own huge cock, slowly jacking it, slapping the head of it against his leg. I watched precum sliding down his leg, as he took his finger and brought a salty sample of it to his mouth. He returned to jacking his cock, and I watched as his strokes progressed faster and faster. He moaned wildly as he watched the dark-haired man suck me. I was so aroused, groaning with pleasure as the guy sucked and gagged on my cock. I could tell the blond was getting close. His stomach was starting to spasm, his breath got heavier as he jacked faster and harder. He arched his back and yelled, “I’m going to cum.”
Warm jizz splattered all over the blond’s face and chest; what an amazing mess he made. The blond cleaned up with his towel, and gave me a wink and a kiss. He wrapped his towel around his waist and started to leave, but not before he tapped me on the ass and smiled.
I laid on my back and the man with dark hair returned to my cock. He was slurping greedily on my rigid staff, licking the tip of the head which made me writhe in pleasure. He took his tongue down the length of my shaft, then licked and sucked my balls, finally going to my ass. I flexed my anus as I felt his tongue tease my hole; it was kind of strange at first, and I wasn’t sure if it made me excited or nervous. The black-haired man slowly started to creep up onto the pedestal, kissing my legs then my belly and chest. He made his way to my lips until he was on top of me and went for my ears, nibbling on them before saying, “I want to fuck you.”
This actually startled me. “No! I’ve never done that before. I don’t think I should.” At this point he didn’t seem that he was going to take no for an answer!
I was starting to get upset with him, and felt my hard on softening. He put his hand over my mouth. “It will be okay.” He put his arms under my legs and slid me closer to him; that’s when I finally got a good view of his cock for the first time. Holy shit, it was massive! I started to move away from him, but not before he took one big thrust and shoved his cock right in my ass. I threw my head back in pain, tears swelled in my eyes and ran down my face. We struggled as he kept trying to pin me down. God, the pain was excruciating. I thought he was going to rip me apart, he slid his cock halfway out and thrust it in me again. I tried to yell but he had his hand over my mouth. I bit his hand then I wiggled to the side and slid back.
I shouted, “Stop!” and finally managed to push him away, grabbing my towel and heading back to the lockers as fast as I could. My heart was racing so hard in my chest, I thought I was going to faint. I started to put on my shorts and t-shirt, then my socks and shoes. I looked back but there was no one there. All the doors were closed now, everyone was in their rooms.
I rushed to the front window and gave back the towel and key to the locker.
The kind man looked puzzled. “Are you okay?”
“Sorry it was a bit much for the first time. I wasn’t ready for all this. I’ll come back another time.”
He told me, “Thank you, I hope to see you again,” as I rushed out the door.