I've always considered myself to be a bisexual man. At 18, I spent a memorable weekend with a friend and his girlfriend, where we all explored each other's body thoroughly. That was where I discovered that as much as I love women, and love to make love to them, I need to have my hands and mouth on a man's hard cock every so often, just to feel complete. All through college, I spent time hanging out in gay bars, miles from school, just to get a taste of cock. At the same time, I was dating several girls as well.
Now that I'm in my early thirties, I've come to the conclusion that I need to experience as many of my fantasies as I can before I get much older. One of my favorite ones is to go to a gay bathhouse, and just become a total come slut for a night. I want to allow anyone to use me in any way they want. I want cocks in my mouth, in my ass, in both hands at once, any way I can get them. I spent weeks researching the best ones, talking to my gay friends, and made my decision on where to go.
This particular bathhouse had a great reputation for treating newcomers with respect, and being very open and sexually forward. It was close to a hundred miles from home, so I booked a weekend at a nearby hotel, and when Friday came, jumped in the car and headed out for my adventure. Traffic cooperated for the first time in recent memory, and I got to my hotel about 8pm. I went to my hotel room and took a long, hot shower, paying special attention to my cock, balls and ass. I wanted to be clean and smooth for whatever happened. After drying off, I dressed in comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, and headed for the bathhouse.
When I got there, the parking lot was only a third of the way full. I entered, and was promptly stopped by an older man sitting at a desk.
"May I help you, sir?"
"I was interested in a membership here. Would you be able to assist me with that?"
I saw his eyes drop to my crotch, and then roam my body slowly. I felt a little like a piece of meat, the way he was obviously checking me out. Evidently, he liked what he saw, as he smiled, and gestured to a chair in front of the desk.
"I'm sure you know exactly what type of club this is, so I won't insult you by suggesting otherwise. I have some papers for you to fill out, and a couple of legal waivers that you will have to sign to enter."
I sat down and started in on the paperwork, and listened as Walt explained the different packages available to me as a new member. I signed up for a two-week membership, with the option to extend at the end of that time. I gave him my credit card to swipe, and after I signed the slip, he handed me a magnetic key.
"This will get you into the building from the rear, as some of our members prefer to keep their membership private. I have assigned a locker for you to use, and the door key is also used to open your locker, as well as charge food and drinks in the lounge. As you know, this is a men's club, and we cater to the gay community. You will see a lot of things you might never have expected, as many of our members come here to explore their deepest fantasies and desires. The one golden rule here is simple: no means no. There is one area, designated by red stripes on the wall, where the...more forceful, shall we say?...fantasies may be explored. Anywhere else on the property, if someone does not wish to participate, they may not be forced or coerced in any way. Violators of this policy are expelled from the club immediately. Do you understand this?"
I nodded my head, and Walt stood up, smiling.