Gay bathhouse story

Lately I have been charting my progress or lack thereof in my attempts to rejoin gay society. In what is becoming an increasingly difficult exercise, I found that I have been beating around the proverbial bush for too long. I knew I had to up the ante. I would need to leave the comfort of my isolated world behind and seek out a new frontier.

The Gay Bathhouse has been an object of awe, myth and great speculation for me ever since I first heard they existed. However, no exploration of gay life would be complete without a visit to one of these mythic fortresses. The greatest challenge I faced was getting my damn feet through the front door. The first night I planned on going, I chickened out and ran home to watch several episodes of Dynasty, instead.

My 2 Night Stay at a BathHouse

Stay connected, and tell a friend. The second night, I could not find the place and was far too nervous to try locating the address. And so it was upon my third trial, that I finally braved my fears and misgivings and crossed that invisible pink threshold. What would transpire in these steamy corridors? No kidding. What do I do with myself?

After being given the lowdown on membership rates, a condom and a complimentary sample of lube, I was pretty much set. The clerk handed me a towel and invited me in. It was one thing to throw myself into the unknown. It was quite another to do it in nothing but a white towel to separate my goods from the prying eyes of the eager clientele.

Tossing my clothes away with haste, I threw gay towel around me before anyone could sneak a peek at my manhood. Wrapping my key around my wrist, I headed into the dimly lit hallways of the establishment. I figured a thorough examination of the premises was required if I were to have anything to report on.

The sexually ambiguous vocal talents of an unseen siren belted from the speaker system. This was to be the soundtrack to my visit. As I made my bathhouse way down the first corridor I noticed a number of narrow doors. These, I assumed, led to rooms where carnal delights were being entertained.

Some doors were closed. Others were open. With my nerves doing their best to keep my eyes to the floor, I still managed to steal a look or two.