The Bathhouse Incident

The bathhouse had been a popular haunt for as long as I can remember, it's location on a busy city street insuring a steady flow of people going inside.

At 20 years old I have just recently realized my sexuality, a private matter that I keep secret. People who know me remember a high school football player as well as a guy who once dated a cheerleader named Jackie.

That warm day in July I had told my mom that I had just bought a gym membership and gave her its location. "I plan on going there after work."

It was 5 o'clock on a Saturday. My shift at the book store had ended, finally. Not long afterward I parked the 10 year old blue Honda CRV on a lot in the rear and headed to the entrance.

The attendant at the desk wore a rainbow shirt that seemed to scream "I'M GAY". A lean, blue-eyed blond, he immediately made me wonder if he has a boyfriend.

"Good afternoon, Welcome to Apollo," he said, his voice cheerful.

"I want to buy a membership."

"You can buy one day, a month, six months or a year."

I thought for second comparing prices, considering my budget and how often I could make time to come to the club.

Inside I gazed for a few seconds at the men and gym equipment all around me.

A spacious changing room turned out to have individual showers, stacks of towels and even a coatrack. Blue lockers are stacked one atop the other.

As I did in the workout room, I gazed at the men, some of whom were taking a shower,

It took me only a couple of minutes to secure my clothing and valuables in an upper locker.

In the workout room I came face to face with a strikingly handsome dude. His light-brown hair framed a diamond-shaped face. Kissable bow-shaped lips, and blue eyes really got my attention.

Anyway I began my workout at the bench. After taking a couple of deep breaths the bar rose off my chest as if pushed by a stream of air. I repeated the exercise ten times, then added plates to each end.

I was about to begin a third set when the hunk who caught my eyes minutes earlier engaged me in chat.

"I like your form."

"This isn't my first work out. I used to use the weights at the high school back in the day."

"Did you play sports?"

"Football for three years then I got a job," I replied.

"Did you go to college?"

"No, just a book store job," I said.

"I'm Allen," he said.

"Stephen,"I replied.

"Nice to meet you," he said, shaking my hand.

His gaze seemmed to roam to my waist and below.

I think the guy is gay. Maybe he wants to get me out of my trunks. I wouldn't mind getting him out of his trunks.

Not wanting to be too forward, I kept the chat going while letting him workout with me.

As the time passed I went through what would become an exercise routine.

I was to soon discover that Apollo is unmistakably a gay bar. Watching a couple making out at poolside confirmed the buzz.

After a quick shower I stepped naked into the sothing 104 degree water. Within a minute, I got company.

The fellow who sat across from me looked to be in his thirties, or was it forties. I'm not good at guessing age,

Anyway, he struck up a conversation as the bubbles broke on the surface around us.

After a few minutes of making small talk I finally asked the question that had been stuck in my head since I came into the club.

"What's up stairs?"

"Private rooms," he said. "Big sceen tvs show Videos all day long."

"Really," I replied.

A guy can watch porn here?

I asked, "Have you been up there."

"Who hasn't gone upstairs?"

I had my answer.

At the top of the stares there were closed doors and open doors.

Open doors gave access to unoccpied rooms, an invitation I couldn't refuse.

The room I entered had a vegan leather platform bed with two pillows. Mounted on the wall facing the pillows was a 75-inch Samsung.

I soon noticed the video of two hunks engaged in sex, the moans and soft grunts expressing their delight. One was blond, the other a brunette. Both were toned as though accustomed to weightlifting.

Without touching my dick I could feel it getting stiff and hard giving me the urge to masturbate behind the closed door. My hand closed around the 5.5-inch shaft. The seconds ticked away becoming minutes as I pumped my hand vigoriously.

White fluid squirted from the pink head leaving a streak near my navel. More squirted dropping onto my abdomen. Still another ejaculation sent goop to the top of my left thigh.

That felt soooo GOOD.

On the screen the two hunks were still going at it, this time in a different position.

The bedroom door was ajar. The need for privacy was in conflict with my wish for company.

Within 10 minutes someone did open the door all the way. He stood in the doorway as though waiting for me to invite him.

"Are you just going to stand there?"

He grinned then took a few steps to the bed. My gaze went to his large manhood.

He stretched out beside me, his erection inviting me to have my way with him. I lowered my face onto his lap taking his delectable morsel deep into my mouth. My head bobbed slowly. Meanwhile my hand on my cock was pumping vigiorously. I was bent on both swallowinng and ejaculating.

Both happened almost simultaneously. Satisfied, I raised my head. He looked up meeting my gaze.

"Do you always jerk off when you're sucking dick?"

"Always," I replied.

I sat upright to watch the video as did he.

The video had changed actors. This time both had black hair and a neat beard.

"I'm Mark," he said.

"Stephen," I replied.

"I like watching guys jerk off."

"Cool," I replied, "and I love doing it."

He chuckled at my reply. "I can see that."