Finally curiosity got the better of me. I had heard of the men's bathhouse but this was a time before the internet. The bath house was truly the mystical of the places of unknowns. As it turns out, in a post internet world even with all these stories available the little known world of the bath house still lives on.
It was a Tuesday night in the dead of winter. I was at home and into my 4th beer when I finally had the courage to go. I had called the place once and even gone the door but couldn't muster up the courage to go in. I considered myself straight and was 100% interested in women but I couldn't shake my thoughts of men having sex with men. I had tried gay porn but all the ripped men in the cheesy porno made it seem even more fake than straight porn and didn't satisfy my desires.
I lived on the boarder in an edgy part of the city, I wasn't in the dodgy portion but it was mere four blocks west of Main St. and four blocks south, I knew where it was, the door to place was just off an alley that was just off a side street.
I walked with a heightened pace on my way. I reached for the door, it seemed to weigh 600 pounds as I swung it open. I stepped inside the little reception area. To my right was a small lounge with a few men sitting at the bar and one tall table. Only one looked up at me for a moment, with the opening of the big door the cold from the winter night rushed in. In front of me was young man in his late 20's sitting behind an iron barrier, kind of like you might see at a gas station. He had a little portable black and white TV on.
He looked up at me as I hadn't yet moved or approached the desk, he half smiled and asked if he could help me? I stumbled on my words and approached the desk. He explained the price, lockers and something about a membership, none of which I was processing. I simply laid $20 on the counter, he smiled and paused for a moment.
"Would you like a room, then you can have your own privacy if you wish?"
I still had not spoken, "sure, I guess, yeah, that will work."
He gave a key for a locker that was on a plastic elastic ring and a key for the cabin room.
He buzzed me in and I grabbed the large black metal door and it opened with much less effort than the main door. He went back to his TV program.
I had butter flies in my stomach and I felt uneasy as I stepped in, this was it, I was doing it. Once I was through the door me he gave me a towel and a condom. I quickly snatched them without making any more eye contact and scurried on. There was a short hallway that opened into a locker room area, no one was around. The anxiety I had started to fade. I went to my locker and shed my cloths in seconds, I wrapped the towel around me. I felt more relaxed that I had been able to strip without anyone there.
I started down a long dark hallway, passing cabin doors on the way by. I had room #13, as I passed room #4. I knew I'd have to keep exploring the place to find mine. The place was a maze and it was dark. The red light bulbs provided only a dim light. I discovered the movie room which was TV monitor in the wall playing gay porn, there was really ripped athletic guy, watching naked.
We made brief eye contact but passed on each other, I walked slowly along to the shower area and there was a dude washing his droopy cock, he looked like he'd been washing his cock as a bit of a show for any on lookers. As I walked slowly I realized I was the on looker and he smiled at me but I kept moving. I walked up to a sauna and popped my head in, there were a few men sitting in the heat but nothing happening to speak of so I continued searching for my room.
Around another corner I found it. It was a tiny room with a massage height table, with no sheets, no pillow and a chair on the corner. I noticed there was no ceiling above and the entire place was open above the walls. All the rooms seemed to in a square around the main entrance, with more red lights and a some kind of mesh cover on all the rooms.
Moments after arriving a middle eastern man appeared at my door. He was maybe 45 years old, thinning and receding hair, 5'10, maybe 185 pounds. His chest was fairly hairy but tasteful with gold chain around his neck with and a really short beard.
He was wearing pair of burgundy shorts and I noticed a wedding band. He introduced himself as Ahmed, shaking my hand, he spoke decent English but with a very thick accent. He asked if I would be interested in a relaxing massage? I said yes, that would do. He told me he'd be back with his massage oils and that I should get comfortable. I laid down with my towel on and he was back in what seemed like 10 seconds and promptly locked the door.
I was on my front and he immediately reached for my towel pulling it out from under me. He poured some oil onto my shoulders and I was feeling like I was going to finally relax. I was ready to see where this would lead with my new friend? After rubbing my neck for barley 30 seconds he moved to my exposed ass and began rubbing my bum cheeks with massage oil. The feeling was wonderful and I let out a deep breath.
Suddenly his hands were between my cheeks separating them and searching for my anus without my much of a delicate touch. My eyes shot open and I was very aware of his probing of my most virgin area but I figured he was just doing what he was doing and my relaxing massage would continue. He applied more massage oil to my bum crack and kept rubbing into my crevasse.
