I was thrilled! The best news I've gotten in a while. A construction project that takes me out of the southern United States all the way to Portland, Oregon. I've been feeling really bored lately. Im not really feeling fulfilled in my life. I'm sure its just a phase im going thru. Maybe every 37 year old feels this way. I'll stop in at vegas on the way. Maybe stop at Entourage gay bathhouse. I'm not %100 gay. I dont think I could have an emotional relationship with a man. But I do like to fool around a little. It could be fun.
I'm five foot six inches tall about 195lbs, and a bottom. I have blonde hair, hazel eyes, and five inch penis. My body is nearly smooth. I don't shave my body. I'm just naturally not very hairy.
So I started my trip on friday morning. I drove the first day 16 hours or so. The longest day of my life. I justified the long first day by being able to make it to vegas by 6pm on the second day.
And on the second day, I made it right on time. Entourage is in a shopping center shared with several bars and restaurants, and there were several men standing outside of one of the bars. They watched me on my entire walk to the bathhouse. Following me with not only their eyes but with their heads as well. Being watched by theses guys made me incredibly horny. I could feel my chubbed cock pressing against my pants when I made it to the entrance of the bathhouse. I couldn't get thru the payment window fast enough. I paid for a room, poppers, lube, and a few enema kits. I nearly sprinted to my room. I dropped my clothes put them under the bed and went straight to the bathrooms to douche my ass out. I went to the showers and cleaned every inch of my body. I wanted to make sure I was completely clean. After I cleaned myself, I explored the club a little. Eventually I went past the pool and found the back room. I wasn't exactly sure what I would be getting into while here.
The room I was in had a large stage that stretched from one wall to the other. The stage had 2 levels. The lower middle part of the stage had a stripper pole. While the higher left and right side had a padded floor. The right side of the room had a few fuck benches large enough for one bottom each. The left side of the room had a sex bench near the stage. Then farther from the stage middle of the room but up against the wall there was another stage but was carpeted. After the stage there was a sex sling. The sling made of leather was long enough I could get my entire body in and was hanging from a four large chains equipped with leather loops for my feet.
So, I climbed into the sling laying on my back. I slid my feet into the stirups and relaxed. The stirups were far enough apart that not only my legs were spread but my ass cheeks. were too. The vulnerability of it made me feel very submissive. So, I pulled out my poppers took a deep sniff. The sensation from the head rush created a fire in me. I knew right then and there, that I would let every guy at the bathhouse dump their load in me if they wanted. The cold leather pressing against my naked body and my ankles strapped by leather stirups was the sluttiest I've ever felt. I poured out some lube between my left ring finger, and middle finger, I reached for my ass and started fingering myself with both fingers.