It had been weeks since I had been with a guy and I had been holding on to my load. This Sunday morning though I could take no more and decided I would pop down to the neighbouring suburb where there was a gay sex on premises site. It would be 'Nude Sunday' the most popular day of the week and would have the biggest crowd.
I trimmed down my chest hair and pubic areas. In the shower I shaved my balls and crack and douched. After a light brunch I headed off to the neighbouring industrial suburb where the cruise club, Spears, was located. Cost of entry is reasonable including a locker. After I stripped, I spent some relaxing time in the steam room, sweating out some of the week's issues and watched a young Asian guy blow the cock of an older man.
I showered and dried off. Spears had three floors, the top floor being where 'Nude Sunday' was held. I went up the stairs dressed in Spears uniform - a towel, and arriving at floor three hung my towel up on a hook in the foyer and stepped into the labyrinth which is the third floor. It's a large, enclosed floor space, divided into separate rooms and cubicles, accessed and by a main surrounding corridor and a middle intersecting corridor. Patrons stroll the corridors, stopping at rooms, joining some in rooms, hang out in either of the two video rooms or for the advanced visitors entertaining themselves and others in the 'dark room' - an open-ended corridor/room where darkness makes for exciting contacts with others.
I strolled the corridors a few times, popping in to look at the videos playing and standing in the glory hole area. On my fourth circuit I recognized Don, a guy I had a conversation with the last time I was here - but we had not gone further than that. He saw me also and we stopped and chatted again. I had to remind him my name was Matt but he recalled what our topics of conversation were previously. We picked up where we left off and discussed work, life events and day-to-day issues.
'Hey Matt, I'm going into the dark room, did you want to join me'?
