I was seemingly an ordinary Mexican guy walking down the street in a conservative Mexican town in the early evening. The street, a narrow street near downtown, was nearly deserted, and nothing indicated I was at the right place other than a tiny rainbow flag at the door. I rang the doorbell - the door unlocked almost immediately and I quickly stepped in, away from the street. Outside, the working assumption of anyone I ran into would've been that I was straight, but once I'd crossed the threshold anyone I met would know I was here for sex with men, which was both embarrassing and a relief. By this time I was no virgin, I'd taken several cocks in my mouth and ass, but neither was I very experienced, even though one of my partners had called me a "cock-sucking whore."
"Hi," I said nervously to the man at the counter next to the door. I pulled out the entry fee and handed it to him - he then handed me condoms and a wad of toilet paper. I wouldn't be the one wearing the condoms, that was for sure -- I was here to catch, not pitch.
"Welcome! You're early but there are already several hot guys upstairs."
I nodded, blushing. I was definitely not used to my lust for men being known though once I entered this place it became an obvious assumption. Not just that I lusted for men but that I was here for sex with complete strangers, which was the whole point of this place -- no pretense of it being for socializing, or finding a date or anything other than sex with strangers right there and then.