Finding My Groove

Names and locations changed to save the innocent :) based on truth.

I don't know about many of you, but I grew up pretty "normal." By that I mean normal family in a rural community, part of high school sports teams, etc. - all the things you consider normal. In our home town, being gay, lesbian, or really anything other than a straight Christian person was unheard of.

I went to college and realized this was absurd. I saw so many people having fun and not giving a flying fuck who they were with or who saw them. Between working 30 hours a week, a full course load, and student org duties, I didn't have as much time to experiment as I would like, though I did have a few online rendezvous, though not as spicy as what I would get into.

Once I graduated, I found the girl of my dreams, Kelly. I know a lot of people say that, but we really clicked. We are complete opposites in many ways, but truly complete each other. Being with her made me really challenge the mantra I'd had from friends that "bi guys are really just gay." I really loved her, thought she was the most beautiful thing I'd seen, but I still thought a dude with a nice dick, maybe even some muscle, looked great. At the end of the day though, I still loved Kelly.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a great catch myself - I have a decent job, but I don't have a six pack. I'll hold a conversation, but won't win big dick contests. All in all, I consider myself pretty average. 

Kelly and I dated for a few years, mostly pretty steady. One night, I was at her apartment (we both lived downtown of a major city) and I went to leave. I honestly just wanted my own bed that night, but had a different idea driving home. I had heard of the bathhouse before, but never even had the remote thought to go. For whatever reason, maybe the couple beers I had at dinner with Kelly, or maybe the blue balls I had, I decided to stop. Good thing I had seen some gay porn so I could act normal.

I walked in and it was so sketchy it literally excited me. It was a small lobby with a door and a small window. I went to the window and said I just needed a locker. I was handed key #691 (close enough to fun haha) and away I went. The changing room was empty, so I figured it was a bust. About that time, the couple beers I had started to really hit. I wasn't drunk, but definitely could feel inhibitions leave me.

Walking around with just a towel was both freeing and freaky at the same time. I liked that everyone did it, but never have felt confident of myself to think I should be one. That changed so quickly - most of the guys there were for one reason -and you know what that is.

I walked around for awhile and had a few quick encounters. First, I was in the hot tub when a dude younger than me (I'm only upper 20's) invited me to the gang showers. I went and started to shower as he suddenly knelt down and gobbled my cock. For a couple minutes, I just let it go with the hot water hitting me - what a fucking good time. Eventually, I stopped him because I wanted to stay for awhile.

Upon wandering more, I ended up in the dark room. I didn't realize what it was at first, but loved it once I did. I gained focus after a minute and realized there were guys of all shapes and sizes - super fit to super fat, just having fun together. A young dude grabbed me and pulled me to a bench where he laid face up with his head hanging over, and invited me to throat fuck him. I did for a bit and again, stopped because I wasn't ready yet.

However, he wasn't ready to stop and wanted to fuck. As soon as I stopped, he flipped over and asked if I had a condom. I didn't, so I went to the front desk and got some, coming back with it on and ready to go. I went to push it in when he reminded me that some lube was needed. Not having any, I said I would get some. He got upset and left - myself feeling defeated.

Determined to not let my first male and bathhouse experience suck, I continued to walk around. I was overlooking the balcony from the second floor when I got a hand on my ass. Turning around so fast, I saw a cute guy just standing there, same towel as I had, but with a look in his eye that said "I'm ready to fuck."

He went to grab my ass, but I grabbed his hand and pushed to my cock. He got the message and still shook his head "yes." He asked to go to my room (which I didn't have) so we ended at his. 

I honestly fucked like I had never fucked before. He got it so hard that he was crying/begging/moaning all at once. At one point, the locker key on my wrist was digging into him so hard we had to stop.  I don't pretend to have a huge cock, but that was the best fuck I'd had, and he agreed The best part is that at the end, we had a simple "thanks" and went our own ways.

I went home and jerked off three times thinking of it, but then realized that I had never put a condom on after the first failed fuck. I sat in astonishment at my stupidity and honestly cried myself to sleep assuming I had an STD, or even HIV.

When it had been adequate time to get tested, I did, and everything came back negative. I honestly had never been so happy in my life! I swore I would never do that again, but then again, I was going to Vegas soon...