I went to another sex club tonight. It's actually billed as a sauna. But the best thing, it's pansexual. The website says it's the first libertine club around catering to all proclivities. A tolerant club where heterosexuals, bisexuals, gays, transsexuals and transvestites can meet. I was sold.
I hustled down there, well before the rather early 10pm closing time, paid my entry and went to the showers. There were about 20 people there, it's not a giant place, maybe the square footage of your average gas station mini mart. Maybe. There were three confirmed women, and another who may have been a post-op transsexual. "She" had a very low voice and a scar at her bikini line. The genitals looked authentic enough as she reclined on the vinyl video room sofa and let man after man come and sink it home. About fifty, the tits were definitely implants and from behind she had more the build of a shorter, stocky man.
A lot of guys at first were crowded around the entry of a small room where one woman lay on her back and masturbated with her thighs open towards the door, and a second women, a very thin and rather lovely dark black woman selected suitors from the throng to lay it to her friend.
There was a basement area with gloryholes and a sling and a pitch black backroom, but it was completely void of any activity aside from the gay porn video flickering on the ceiling mounted television.
Everyone was issued towels, but being the exhibitionist I am, I carried mine slung over my should. And with all the pheromones floating around, I couldn't help but to have a rock-hard boner the entire time.
Most of the guys must have been straight, I don't think that there were any totally gay guys there, except for the possible exception of the two guys on door staff.
I hung out near the video room for a good time, watching this mystery wo/man getting pounded by guy after guy. I spent a good part of that time staring at this one guy's cock. He was in his forties, rather handsome and in rather good shape and possessed of a very nice, hard dick. He glanced at me a few times staring at his cock. After his turn he invited me to take mine, but I declined.
I stopped by the sauna for a moment, but the wooden bench boards were too hot for me to sit on. So, I ventured into the hammam. You go in and the air is so thick with steam that you can hardly make out the faint forms of figures within. Your eyes adjust to the dimness after a moment.
Soon, the same guy whose cock I was staring at came in. He mentioned the that the "slut" he was banging was good at what she did and started stroking his cock. I took cue and started stroking mine. He said, "It's good to stroke," and I agreed. Then he moved to my side and started stroking my cock and I started stroking his. He wanted to kiss me, but settled for nuzzling my neck and licking my nipples. It was so hot and humid in there that our hands slid easily over each others slippery body. Our fingers touched. He leaned back and I licked his balls and shaft and put my middle finger up his asshole.
He left for a shower as did I. And then we went back to watching the transsexual round-robin. He sat behind me on the raised platform entrance of this little room as I stood in the doorway. He put his hands up between my legs and stroked my cock from behind, it felt extremely good. Like jacking-off, edging, to a live porn show except with someone else doing the jacking. He was gentle and slow with my cock and balls, exquisite.
At this point, the black lady and her gal pal had moved their operation into the video room, side-by-side with the train lady. I eased into the room, almost everyone in the club had crowded around, and I beckoned my momentary boyfriend to follow. I wanted to suck his cock or have him fuck me with an audience next to the girls. However, I felt like he totally shifted and didn't want to be perceived as "bi" in that majorally straight crowd. He seemed to shy away when I handled his manhood. I didn't want to have sex with him unless it was in public. He again urged me to join him in a private cabin, but I went away, ostensibly to take a pee, dressed and left. But, I think that I'll return someday. And again
I hustled down there, well before the rather early 10pm closing time, paid my entry and went to the showers. There were about 20 people there, it's not a giant place, maybe the square footage of your average gas station mini mart. Maybe. There were three confirmed women, and another who may have been a post-op transsexual. "She" had a very low voice and a scar at her bikini line. The genitals looked authentic enough as she reclined on the vinyl video room sofa and let man after man come and sink it home. About fifty, the tits were definitely implants and from behind she had more the build of a shorter, stocky man.
A lot of guys at first were crowded around the entry of a small room where one woman lay on her back and masturbated with her thighs open towards the door, and a second women, a very thin and rather lovely dark black woman selected suitors from the throng to lay it to her friend.
There was a basement area with gloryholes and a sling and a pitch black backroom, but it was completely void of any activity aside from the gay porn video flickering on the ceiling mounted television.
Everyone was issued towels, but being the exhibitionist I am, I carried mine slung over my should. And with all the pheromones floating around, I couldn't help but to have a rock-hard boner the entire time.
Most of the guys must have been straight, I don't think that there were any totally gay guys there, except for the possible exception of the two guys on door staff.
I hung out near the video room for a good time, watching this mystery wo/man getting pounded by guy after guy. I spent a good part of that time staring at this one guy's cock. He was in his forties, rather handsome and in rather good shape and possessed of a very nice, hard dick. He glanced at me a few times staring at his cock. After his turn he invited me to take mine, but I declined.
I stopped by the sauna for a moment, but the wooden bench boards were too hot for me to sit on. So, I ventured into the hammam. You go in and the air is so thick with steam that you can hardly make out the faint forms of figures within. Your eyes adjust to the dimness after a moment.
Soon, the same guy whose cock I was staring at came in. He mentioned the that the "slut" he was banging was good at what she did and started stroking his cock. I took cue and started stroking mine. He said, "It's good to stroke," and I agreed. Then he moved to my side and started stroking my cock and I started stroking his. He wanted to kiss me, but settled for nuzzling my neck and licking my nipples. It was so hot and humid in there that our hands slid easily over each others slippery body. Our fingers touched. He leaned back and I licked his balls and shaft and put my middle finger up his asshole.
He left for a shower as did I. And then we went back to watching the transsexual round-robin. He sat behind me on the raised platform entrance of this little room as I stood in the doorway. He put his hands up between my legs and stroked my cock from behind, it felt extremely good. Like jacking-off, edging, to a live porn show except with someone else doing the jacking. He was gentle and slow with my cock and balls, exquisite.
At this point, the black lady and her gal pal had moved their operation into the video room, side-by-side with the train lady. I eased into the room, almost everyone in the club had crowded around, and I beckoned my momentary boyfriend to follow. I wanted to suck his cock or have him fuck me with an audience next to the girls. However, I felt like he totally shifted and didn't want to be perceived as "bi" in that majorally straight crowd. He seemed to shy away when I handled his manhood. I didn't want to have sex with him unless it was in public. He again urged me to join him in a private cabin, but I went away, ostensibly to take a pee, dressed and left. But, I think that I'll return someday. And again