by Anonymous on Feb 6, 2015 at 11:12 PM

my first visit to a gay bath house happened when I was 16. They were not careful checking IDs in those days and I had a pretty good fake ID. I had heard from an older guy about the place and how older guys liked younger guys. I was sick of jerking off to pictures of hot guys in those magazines my sister buys. I wanted to touch and be touched. It was better than I expected. I walked in and paid the fee and got a small dressing room. I made my way through the maze to my room, went in and stripped naked and put a towel around myself. Then I went and looked for the orgy room I was told about. The place was dark but not so dark that I didn't have a following by the time I got to the orgy room. It was dark looking into the entrance. I couldn't see a thing. It was a little scary but I could hear a lot of horny men breathing heavy and a lot of flesh rubbing on flesh and I could smell the stink of cum every where. I took a deep breath and blindly stepped inside. Imediately my towel was torn from my waist and I was pulled inside. It was like a naked mosh pit in total darkness. hands were all over me, mostly on my ass and groin. I was pushed to my knees and face fucked sometimes with more than one cock forced down my throat. hard cocks were everywhere and all over me. A finger crammed it's way up my ass and two hands fought over my cock and balls. mouths sucked my nipples.

Before I left that room I swallowed a dozen loads of cum and was fucked in the ass half a dozen time and then was sucked off and I never saw any of them. I was in there probably two hours total. Then as if they could sense I was done, I was carried, literally, to the showers where three very nice good looking older men sensuously washed me from head to toe. I was escorted back to my room and tucked in and the door was closed. I napped for a short while but woke up a couple hours later horny again and went back for a second round in the orgy room. Before I left I visited the orgy room a total of three times. Each time better than the last.

My parents thought I was at a sleep over with my friend who covered for me. After that I spent every other weekend at that bath house until I graduated high school. It didn't take long before I had a number of men volunteer to pay my fees just to get a young guy like me to come and play. So after that first time I never paid again. Of course, this was all before anyone heard of aids. Nobody wore condoms in those days. We all just fucked each other.

When I graduated I went to school several states away then got a job in the same city as the college I attended. I ended up living with one of my professors. He had a huge cock and could stay hard for hours, not bad for someone over 40. He took me to orgy clubs where up to 50 gay men at a time would suck and fuck each other all night. Of course then aids came along and we from then on kept to ourselves and never fucked around behind each other's back. I stayed with him for a decade. After that I was alone for a long time. Then 15 years ago I had a chance to buy a gay bathhouse that was for sale. I jumped at the chance. Now it's my turn to get blow jobs from young guys seeking a discount or special accomadations.