I went to a gay sex club I hadn't been to before the other night, it wasn't what I expected. But, expectations are seldom a good idea as they tend to leave one disappointed.
As is often the case, I was rather nervous while approaching the locale, I usually do a side-walk drive-bye on foot to case the place and to gather courage. It had a nicely tiled and brightly lit entry situated on a long and relatively quiet street, with the customary buzzer and two-way mirror where the doorman/barman could check you out and decide whether or not to buzz you in.
There was a bizarre scene taking place outside on the sidewalk as I first walked bye. It was not extremely cold but a definitely chilly night, I had my hoody up and my cotton jacket zipped, I wasn't wearing socks nor underwear beneath my clothing. And there was a practically naked young man on the street with a friend, quite expressively drunk and gathering his garments from a plastic garbage bag - I would soon discover the context. There seemed to be a bouncer-type guy supervising the process. Across the street a little further down were patrons of a slightly gothic bar smoking outside and looking on with a mix of wonderment (as I was) and disapproval. I was bemused. I passed a pretty young girl who looked at me as if to transfer a plain degree of disgust, I smiled. I continued down the street and rounded around the corner and made my way back to the street where the bar was situated and travelled in the opposite direction from where'd I come. As I arrived closer and closer my heart began to beat faster and my throat got dry - the coast looked clear and I said to myself that if there wasn't anyone within a reasonable distance I would go in. I went in.
The man at the desk looked at me and sussed me out immediately; "first time" He stated as a matter of fact more than a question. He handed me a plastic garbage, the same kind I'd seen the guy outside rummaging through, and told me to get undressed, but to keep my shoes. The "changing area" was in a very small area right near the door and the rest of the club was separated by a curtain. There was another guy disrobing there and a number of patrons exited during the time it to me to undress. We were all bumping into each other and avoiding eye contact, the area was no bigger than a small restaurant wc. Through the curtain I could here the familiar sound of silence and men shuffling around.
Wearing nothing but my shoes and necklace, I went through the curtain and could immediately scan the entirety of the tiny club. It was no bigger than a studio apartment and dark, there were maybe a dozen guys in there and the obligatory porno played on the tv on the wall near the bar. I ordered a beer and sort of loitered about. It was very strange, very uncomfortable.
In my personal experience with the men I've been intimate with, gay men generally have larger penises. But here, there were none to be seen. I had the impression that it was the sexually transmitted infection meeting ground. I drank my beer and took a seat. An old guy started gently caressing me and my cock and when he went to his knees I waved him off - I wasn't ready. On a small bed-like couch a guy crouched on all fours with his open ass cheeks pointed in my direction. I wondered to myself if anyone was going to fuck him. It didn't occur to me at all that I might be able to. It just didn't occur to me at all. This kind of Arab guy with a bit of a belly tried to stick his very average cock in the guy's ass - but he rejected him. The same Arab guy started fondling my dick and making these weird sex sounds. I just wasn't in the mood. I went over to a little dicked little muscle guy in the corner and fondled his little dick, but he waved me off. Finally I settled on a couch situated opposite the television where I decided I would finish my beer and jerk off to the porn. This very scary looking guy came and sat next to me and aggressively started pinching my skin and groping me, I tried to gently discourage his advances until he stopped. And then the video stopped. I finished my beer and went to get dressed. As I paid and excited the admissions guy asked me "Okay ?" I said sure, but really I was disappointed.
As is often the case, I was rather nervous while approaching the locale, I usually do a side-walk drive-bye on foot to case the place and to gather courage. It had a nicely tiled and brightly lit entry situated on a long and relatively quiet street, with the customary buzzer and two-way mirror where the doorman/barman could check you out and decide whether or not to buzz you in.
There was a bizarre scene taking place outside on the sidewalk as I first walked bye. It was not extremely cold but a definitely chilly night, I had my hoody up and my cotton jacket zipped, I wasn't wearing socks nor underwear beneath my clothing. And there was a practically naked young man on the street with a friend, quite expressively drunk and gathering his garments from a plastic garbage bag - I would soon discover the context. There seemed to be a bouncer-type guy supervising the process. Across the street a little further down were patrons of a slightly gothic bar smoking outside and looking on with a mix of wonderment (as I was) and disapproval. I was bemused. I passed a pretty young girl who looked at me as if to transfer a plain degree of disgust, I smiled. I continued down the street and rounded around the corner and made my way back to the street where the bar was situated and travelled in the opposite direction from where'd I come. As I arrived closer and closer my heart began to beat faster and my throat got dry - the coast looked clear and I said to myself that if there wasn't anyone within a reasonable distance I would go in. I went in.
The man at the desk looked at me and sussed me out immediately; "first time" He stated as a matter of fact more than a question. He handed me a plastic garbage, the same kind I'd seen the guy outside rummaging through, and told me to get undressed, but to keep my shoes. The "changing area" was in a very small area right near the door and the rest of the club was separated by a curtain. There was another guy disrobing there and a number of patrons exited during the time it to me to undress. We were all bumping into each other and avoiding eye contact, the area was no bigger than a small restaurant wc. Through the curtain I could here the familiar sound of silence and men shuffling around.
Wearing nothing but my shoes and necklace, I went through the curtain and could immediately scan the entirety of the tiny club. It was no bigger than a studio apartment and dark, there were maybe a dozen guys in there and the obligatory porno played on the tv on the wall near the bar. I ordered a beer and sort of loitered about. It was very strange, very uncomfortable.
In my personal experience with the men I've been intimate with, gay men generally have larger penises. But here, there were none to be seen. I had the impression that it was the sexually transmitted infection meeting ground. I drank my beer and took a seat. An old guy started gently caressing me and my cock and when he went to his knees I waved him off - I wasn't ready. On a small bed-like couch a guy crouched on all fours with his open ass cheeks pointed in my direction. I wondered to myself if anyone was going to fuck him. It didn't occur to me at all that I might be able to. It just didn't occur to me at all. This kind of Arab guy with a bit of a belly tried to stick his very average cock in the guy's ass - but he rejected him. The same Arab guy started fondling my dick and making these weird sex sounds. I just wasn't in the mood. I went over to a little dicked little muscle guy in the corner and fondled his little dick, but he waved me off. Finally I settled on a couch situated opposite the television where I decided I would finish my beer and jerk off to the porn. This very scary looking guy came and sat next to me and aggressively started pinching my skin and groping me, I tried to gently discourage his advances until he stopped. And then the video stopped. I finished my beer and went to get dressed. As I paid and excited the admissions guy asked me "Okay ?" I said sure, but really I was disappointed.