Gay Erotic Stories

In the 1970's, I was working a lot of night meetings for a suburban community near DC. After the night meetings, I would go into the District for a couple of beers, to relax. I learned where there was a gay movie house, so I went a couple of times, after I got my nerve up. After drinking a couple of beers, I got my nerve up and went into the theatre. I always gave a fake name, and used an out of town address, and the theater gave everyone an id card - it was a membership card. I noticed that next door, guys were coming and going and I wondered what was there. I eventually concluded that it was a bathhouse, which was listed in the phonebook. (This was long before the AIDS, and there were at that time two bathhouses in DC). One night I got my nerve up enough to try to get into the bathhouse. Using my fake movie house id, I went next door. I gave my fake name, and paid the fee, they gave me a towel, and showed me where the lockers where at. I had read about such places, so I had an idea of how they operated. The bathhouse was located in a row house type of building in a warehouse district, a very run down part of town. Probably not a very safe part of town, but this was before all the drugs really hit areas of DC. The building was thin - or long and narrow towards the back alley. The guy running the bath was in a booth-like area in the front, where you paid your money, then you went through a electronically locked door. He would come around and hand you a towel, and a key to a locker. The first floor had a row of lockers along one wall-the lockers where arranged perpendicular to the long dimension of the building. To the far back was sort of a private area for the guys who owned or operated the bathhouse. Sometimes, those guys would be back there eating pizza, etc. The lockers where on the right hand side of as you went in. On the left hand side was a small bathroom, then further down the wall there was one step up to a shower and steam room. In the front of the building was a set of stairs that went to the private rooms at the second level. Actually, when I first started going to the bathhouse, there were tin storage buildings upstairs, later they divided the areas off with wooden partitions, creating small cubicles. The second story was originally divided into a maze of small structures, and it was very dark. It would take a while for your eyes to adjust to even see if anyone else was there. I think there was a red light at both ends of the building. After the new cubicles were put in, they had a small room at one end of the building where a TV. and a couch and chairs were put in. There was also a bathroom on the second floor. The cubicles were thin walled, so you could hear any noises, which there was often a lot of when there was activity. The place was very dark and dingy, and probably was never cleaned. (Although one day I went during the daytime, and they did run a sweeper). Well, you go into the locker area, talk off all your clothes and put them in locker, wrap the towel around your waist, then go either into the showers, steam room or you can go straight up to the cubicles upstairs. If there was a lot of guys there, they would be wandering around cruising the freshly arrived meat. I was usually horny and had a few beers under my belt, so I was looking also. You have no idea who or what kind of person you will be meeting in a place like that. But, then all one was usually interested in was having a good time, with a nice big dick. I liked the steam room, it was really nice when I had a cold and wanted to steam it out. But, it was dark, and steaming, you would leave your towel on a hook outside the room, go in and usually sit along the side on benches. Then once your eyes adjusted you might see other people (just the forms) in the room. Sometime another guy would begin to feel your leg and play with your tool. Then if you wanted to, he would signal to follow him, and you could go upstairs to a private cubical, for a more private fun. If you did not find anything of interest in the steam room, sometimes the place was pretty empty, then you could take a rinse in the shower room next door, put on your towel and stroll upstairs. The upstairs, was as I said was very dark and general it took several minutes to get your eyes to adjust to the dark. Even then it was sometimes really hard to see who was there, so it felt that it was a pretty anonymous situation. (in other words, you would not run into someone you knew?). You could do several things, you could go into a room or cubical, leave the door open and lay down on the pads, eventually guys would walk by and check you out, or come in and feel you up to see if they are interested. The really difficult part was deciding if you wanted them and then rolling over or turning away if you don't. Sometimes, it was easier to walk around looking into the cubicles and then going in to feel someone up to see if you are interested. In both cases, one can get rejected a lot of times. Of course, there may also be a lot of guys you want to reject, when you see them up close. I once had a guy, who came into my cubical, and he wanted me to pee in his mouth. I said I could not do that. (It really turned me off - I really wanted to run away from him). He said okay, but could he suck me off and would I cum in his mouth. That I agreed to do. Unfortunately, he had a great dick and I sucked on him in a 69 until I came off. Then he fell asleep. I quietly left before he woke up. (he really freaked me out). These places were not generally a place to build a relationship, which I think I had always hoped for. Sometimes the place was very dead. Not many guys. And then some nights when there were lots of guys, they were not interested in me. image much). I had several enjoyable times. Once I remember a really cute fellow, he was fairly short, and I was not sure that we would fit. Well, we did do a 69, and we fit nicely, he was about my size in the dick department, hairy chested, (I think he was Jewish, but I am guessing), and we came about the same time. But, I never saw him again; I think I would have liked to get to know him. Sometimes I would go down and shower, or sit in the steam room for periods of time. Once when I had a day off from work I went to town and went in for a few hours, to sit in the steam room, because I had a cold, (plus I was horny) and I did manage to feel better with the steam clearing out my nose. I got fucked twice in that place. The first time a guy tried, he could not get his dick up my ass. I was a virgin (at least my ass was), no Vaseline, and he was probably too drunk. The second time, a guy who I think lived there - he seemed to be there a lot, did me. We started doing a 69, but he started fingering my ass, used Vaseline and I realized that I was enjoying it. He kept working his fingers, and eventually I realized that his dick was up my ass. I don't remembering it hurting, so he must have been pretty good. He climaxed and I really enjoyed it. The second time was several years later, I went into the little TV area, and sat down. One other fellow was there. He turned to me and said "do you want to fuck." I said yes, and followed him into a cubical. He took off his glasses and started sucking my dick. He was really good and I came off really quickly. I whispered in his ear, "fuck me" and he proceeded to fuck my ass. He had a big head, which hurt a little going in, but then it fit like a glove, and he pumped away. It felt really terrific, especially since I could hold him, with my legs up in the air, (boy, that must have been a sight). He came off and proceeded to immediately fall asleep. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up and left. I have sucked big dicks and small dicks. I have even had some uncut dicks. Most have been cut. (boy, that really makes me sound like a slut!) I have been with Black dudes, and white bears. Bears - or at least guys with beards were probably more common back in the 70's, so that is probably why I like them. I stopped going to the bathhouse after a while, I think that was about the time I started my first real relationship. Going to the bath probably did not do my ego any good, plus I really wanted a relationship.