"Have fun kid." The man behind the counter smiled, handing my ID back. "Thanks." I give a polite smile back and the door buzzes letting me in. The Flex Gym may have had a few pieces of exercising equipment in it, but it was far from a gym. Located in Phoenix, it was in a sketchy part of town off the side of the freeway and hard to find. But I found it, and I was going to enjoy myself. On paper it was a gym, but in real life it was a gay bathhouse that was always full of horny men looking for action.
It was my eighteenth birthday, and since legally I was now able to enter the building I had skipped work to check it out. It had only been a year now since my curiosity had got the better of me and I started to watch porn with more and more cock in it. The first time I had watched porn and it took me to the gay section I knew I was hooked. With a girlfriend at the time I kept this secret and even to this day no one knows.
When you first walk into Flex it is lockers where I get a key and a towel. I strip down to nothing, use to the locker room for swim practice, and wrap my towel around. It felt so freeing, walking around with a semi hard-on while in a skimpy towel. I decided the first thing to do was to explore. I hang a left and it is dark with red lights barely letting me see. There are lots of rooms with beds. I saw at the front desk that you could rent these for more privacy. A lot were empty but a couple had noises coming from inside. Noises that were all to familiar and sounded like my recent search history. I peak through the open door to see a man sitting on the bed with his head back. The noise was another man on his knees slurping on his cock.
It startled me, the first time I saw gay sex in real life. I was motionless, just taking it all in. The man that was receiving noticed me in the doorway, giving me a lust drunk smile. He waved me in but I got nervous and headed down the hallway of doors. Gay porn played on the TVs mounted on the walls. A couple more rooms had men laying on the bed stroking their cocks hoping someone would come help. That wouldn't be me, at least not today. I made it towards the back where there was what I can only describe as a viewing room. A padded table sat in the center of a bunch of benches and a platform with stares to get a better view.
I climbed the stairs to the platform where I could lean on the railing to watch. On the table a boy, not much older than me, lay on the table. He lay on his back, his legs were held in the air by another man who had buried his face between the boys cheeks. I was captivated! The boy moaned as his hole was devoured by the man. My towel became a tent as me and a few men on the benches watched the show. I begin to rub my cock, getting hornier and harder the more I watched. A hand cupped my balls and startled me. A man from below had noticed me and thought I wanted help. Not prepared I panicked again, adjusting my towel. I walked off the platform, even though I was still erect.
