Today was the day I decided to visit a bathhouse. I'd thought about it for some time, but I had an image of muscular young guys cavorting about and figured I would stick out like the proverbial sore thumb.
A little about me. I'm unmarried and newly bi (but not publicly so), 52 years old, only 5' 7" and a few pounds overweight. My experience so far involved mutual oral with a few guys, but nothing more. I did learn through those rendezvouses that I preferred bigger men, reflecting, perhaps, my inherent submissive nature, though I had not really explored that part of myself to its fullest.
Anyway, my curiosity finally got the best of me and I started researching various places in the metropolitan area. To my pleasant surprise, most noted that the late afternoon and early evening periods tended to attract older guys, while the younger ones tended to play later in the evening. I decided on a bathhouse in the suburbs, where the chances of bumping into someone I knew were limited. It was still risky, but I decided to take a chance.
Saturday afternoon rolled around, and I showered and headed out. It was only about a 20-minute drive. I parked in a nearby public lot, paid for four hours and made my way to the entrance with my ball cap pulled low on my forehead. I entered quickly.
There were two guys behind the front reception desk, looking a bit bored. I looked at the rates on a board, and paid for a day pass and locker. I was given a towel, a key on a wrist band and pointed to the locker area, which was just off the reception area.
I entered and looked around. I was alone, it seemed. There were benches, an open shower area, as well as some private shower stalls, as well as urinals and toilet stalls. Everything seemed pretty clean. I took off my clothes, stashed them in the locker and locked it. I put the towel around my waist and headed out the door with a little trepidation to begin exploring the place.
There were stairs leading downstairs on my left, which I decided to check out later. I headed down the hallway until I came to a door on the right leading into a lounge area, with a bar area, couches, chairs and some wall mounted TVs. A few guys were sitting there chatting, and all of them looked up when I entered, before resuming their conversations. They looked to be in their 40s and 50s and some were naked, while a couple had their towels still wrapped around their waists.
I left and ventured a few steps further and came to another door on the left that led to a well-equipped fitness room. A couple of guys were lifting weights.
I continued further along and came to a door that said: "Play Room." I entered. It was red lit. To my left were a number of small video booths, from which I could hear the sounds of porn videos. To my right was an area shielded by a black curtain. I could hear some soft moaning coming from behind it.
I exited and walked back down the hallway and down the stairs. There were a couple of directional signs for "Sauna Area and G-Hole Room" and "Private Rooms." I headed towards the sauna and came to an open, dimly lit, two-tiered room with railings and square pieces of wood secured at various heights with small glory holes on the upper tier. Nobody paid attention to the newcomer.
I continued through the room and into the sauna area. There was a hot tub and open showers off to the side. I could feel the heat and humidity from the sauna, and decided to check it out. I walked in. There was only one guy in there, and he turned and faced me as the door shut.
Fuck! It's Chris, the president of my Homeowner's Association. What were the chances of him being here? I turned to exit quickly, hoping he didn't recognize me.
"Well, hello Bob!" he boomed. "Don't leave!"
I stopped, frozen, my hand on the door handle. He recognized me.
"Have a seat, and keep me company," he said. "Don't be shy."
I turned and walked towards him, taking a seat on the benches across from him. Chris is probably in his mid 60s, about six inches taller than me, and packing a few extra pounds. He has a full head of dark hair, with a fashionable amount of graying stubble on his face. I knew he lived with another guy, but other than that, I knew nothing about him. And now I was sitting across from him in a bathhouse.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked, with a smirk on his face. "I mean, I'm in an open relationship with my man. I know you're not married, but I always had the impression you were as straight as the day is long. So this is a surprise."
"Just curious, I guess," I said quietly.
"Just curious, eh?" he said, winking at me. "It's a lot more comfortable and politer without the towel. We don't hide anything here. In fact, many like to flaunt their wares...so to speak."
I just sat there, thinking I should just get up and leave. But I was unable to move.
"Bob," he said. "Remove the towel. Men come here for one thing only, and that's why you're here, isn't it? It's why you didn't leave immediately."
I stood up, removed my towel and sat back down.
"Not packing a lot there, I see," he said, he said with a derisive chuckle. "So how long have you been crossing over or is this your first M2M foray?"
