Online, we printed of directions to Club San Diego, a bath house. We went directly there. I was nervous on the way, stomach got a little upset. We parked in an honor system parking garage ($5), and went into the unmarked door, and building, actually. It had just an address on it. We checked in our wallets, keys, and watches, and got a towel and a key to a locker. It cost $16 total — a token amount for “a membership” and the rest for a “day visit.”
We got into our towels, locked up our stuff, and went our separate ways. The place was pretty big, lots of long corridors with private rooms all along them. There was a steam room downstairs with tiered seating all the way up one wall, and a big screen TV, showing porn, on the opposite wall. Next to that was a jacuzzi. There was another room that was sort of a “lobby” with a TV (people did not get naked in here), and some snack machines, and the local magazines with all the gay stuff in them. There also was a shower room, sort of at one end of the room the jacuzzi was in.
I started off in the Jacuzzi, which had one (Asian) person in it when I got in. I wasn’t attracted to him at all. Before he left this other totally hot, hairy guy came in. He had a nice thick, soft cock, and beautiful, shaved balls. He had hair all up his chest, and I watched for him, of course, to put his arms up along the side of the Jacuzzi so I could check out his pits. He eventually accommodated. Shortly thereafter, the Asian guy left. I checked out this guy a lot, but he didn’t seem interested at all.
I left there, and took a stroll through the halls with the rooms along it. Some guys in some of them had the door open, were naked, watching the porn TV in the room, and touching themselves. One had his arm up behind his head, so of course, I checked out his pits. One guy was laying face down, giving the definite signal that he wanted to be fucked.
After that I ran into Steve, and he asked me if I had been upstairs. Didn’t even know there was an upstairs at that point, so went to check it out. On the second floor, right as you came in there was a bank of (four) TV screens just to the left, all playing porn. This was really in the middle of the floor up there. To the left of those, there was a huge TV screen, playing porn, and four rows of “theater seats,” where you could just sit and watch that. At the opposite end of this room was another bank of TVs (four or five), and a big sort of wing-backed leathery chair facing the TVs.
I liked the theater seat area, and sat in the back row, and took off my towel. I got hard watching the movie, and just started jacking off there. A couple of guys sauntered by. If they looked hot to me, I kept jacking. If they didn’t, I would stop, put my leg up to sort of hide myself, and waited until they moved on.
Eventually a nice looking guy sat three seats down from me, and started doing the same thing. I could see how hard his dick was and he could see mine. We kept watching each other for about five to ten minutes. I was totally boned by this time, and having to stop jacking every minute or so, and squeeze, to keep from cuming. Then, that guy got on his knees and crawled over to me and started sucking me. His mouth was so warm and soft on my cock that I almost lost it immediately. I tried to “disengage” (my mind) for a minute, and that helped, but then he brought me right to the brink again. It felt so good, but I didn’t want to cum that fast. So, I pulled his head up taking his mouth off my dick. He stood up and his cock was raging. I sucked him, taking his whole cock once at first, but then pushed it up against his tummy with my mouth and started licking the hell out of that spot just under the head. His balls were so tight, and his cockhead was totally swollen. He also stopped me before he came, and then said, “Thanks, man. I’m going to walk around.”
I kept sitting there, watching the movie, and jacking. This one guy, a little balding, and a little chubby, who I had actually seen in one of the rooms, came up to me, looked at my rock hard dick, and whispered, “Do you fuck, man?” I said, “No,” and politely did not add, “not you,” anyway.
After a few minutes, a very nicely built guy came upstairs, walked into the middle of the room, stood under the bank of TVs, opened the slit of his towel, let his (big, uncut) cock out, and started just gently jacking it while watching the porn. I turned around in my seat and made “him” my porn for a few minutes. Hot, hairy man.
After about another 15 minutes, another guy came by and saw me still jacking. He was very hairy, and looked Greek to me. He got right down on his knees and started sucking my dick. I was precumming like crazy at this point, and he kept stopping to wipe it off. Then he’d go right back down on it. I had to stop him, too, and sucked his dick for a minute. It was bigger than the other guys, and uncut, I think. Though, if it was, the skin didn’t cover the head when it was hard, so I can’t be positive. It was totally clean, though. I only did that for just a second. Then he bent over and kissed me, and said, “Do you want to go to a room?” I said, “No, but I want you to jack me off right here and make me cum. Will you do that?” He got very enthusiastic about that.
I did not realize that by this time at least four guys had walked up behind us and were watching this guy suck me and jack me off. I also didn’t realize that somewhere in all this time Steve had walked by or in the room and saw me getting sucked (from afar).
So, this guy started jacking me, and stuck a finger up my ass, working it while he jacked me. I was so fucking horny and boned (I hadn’t cum in two days, which is just about a miracle in itself), and I shot the hugest load. I’m sure some of it went over my shoulder and over the seat behind me. I am a screamer, and it was pretty obvious I was blowing my load. It was after that, that I turned around and noticed “the gallery” behind me.
After that I thought I’d go look for Steve. I thought I saw him in the TV room downstairs, but couldn’t be certain it was him. If it was, he was busy. As it turned out (I found out later) it wasn’t him. I eventually caught up with him, and that’s when he told me he had seen me getting a blow job earlier. We agreed that just a little while more, and we’d be ready.
I was, once again, upstairs, but not in the theater area. There was this cute blond guy sitting in that big (wing-back) like chair, looking at that rack of TVs, and touching himself. He had his towel around him still, but it was opened, sort of like a flap, at his crotch, and I could tell he was rubbing his dick. His balls were exposed, too, but he was far enough (and dark enough) away from me that I couldn’t actually see his stuff without my glasses. I started yanking on my cock again, just watching him. It was obvious what I was doing, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.
Eventually, I couldn’t take it any more, and I decided to just walk up to him, and be bold. I figured, what the hell, I’d already cum, if he says no, or pushes me away, nothing lost. I walked up to the chair, stood beside him, and said, “Do you mind if I watch you, man?” He didn’t speak. Just shook his head to indicate he didn’t mind.
He was beautiful up close. He looked Norwegian to me. And though he was smooth, he had the most beautiful, thick, uncut cock that was semi-hard from his rubbing. I just opened my towel and started jacking off looking at him.
He rubbed that thick, uncut dick just a little, it inched bigger and got a little more swollen, looked up at me, and smiled. I kept jacking, and he reached his hand up and started rubbing my balls. I jacked a little harder, and then pushed my dick down into his palm. He started jacking me from head on. After about a minute he turned his hand and started jacking me with his fist from the side, so his thumb was rubbing that spot just under the head. He pulled on it a few more times, and I put my hand out in a cup to catch another load of cum.