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Gay Spa Afternoons
This story is mostly true, and deals with my later-in-life discovery of an adult gay spa. If you are looking for a start-to-finish fuck and suck fest, this story is probably not for you. I do hope there is enough sex to get you aroused and your hands busy! I started to explore my bisexuality in my sixties after being curious about men for many years. I had had a handful of good experiences, but was relatively new to the whole m/m deal. I had visited a couple of adult theaters, watching others Jack off and enjoying being watched by them.
In the summer of 2018, I became fascinated with the thought of what a gay spa would be like, and got mostly positive comments from online chat friends. The thoughts of nudity, watching and showing, as well as where that could lead, had me intrigued and very horny at the thought of such a place. After a few weeks, I knew I had to find out for myself what a bathhouse is like. There is a gay spa in midtown St.Louis that was clean and safe according to reviews. Also, it is supposedly pretty wild on weekends but weekday afternoons were generally visited by older gents-retirees, both married and single, looking for some safe sexual fun. There were also a number of traveling business types that would plan their schedules to make time for a visit.
I finally got in my truck a few weeks later and drove into the city to find this place. I found it okay, and there were 8-10 cars in the parking lot about 11 AM. I sat in my truck for a few minutes, scared to death to even enter the establishment. I had decided that this would be only a fact-finding mission, so I got up the nerve to go inside. It was dim but not to much so, and smelled clean. The clerk at the window sensed my trepidation, but his manner put me at ease as he told me about the price options, the various rooms, and what I could expect. I thanked him and told him I would probably come back the next week, when I knew my wife would be out of town. I could think of little else for days, and my masturbation focused on what I might encounter on my first real trip.
The following Wednesday I had my opportunity. My wife was driving to see some grandkids four hours away and would be gone a few days. She left early, so as soon as I saw her taillights go around the corner I started to prepare for my adventure. I did the usual bathroom ablutions, but today I took time to douche my bottom, just in case. I shaved, everything, as smoothly as I could and was happy with the result. I also shave circles around my man boobs, which always makes me feel very sexy. After my shower, I dressed in shorts and a tshirt and headed to the spa shortly before 11AM. The clergy remembered me, and explained my options-a small locker or an upgrade to a small room with a cot, TV, and a door for privacy. Over the next two hours I didn't see many closed doors! I opened my locker and got undressed, and wrapped the thin towel around me, and a quick stop in the bathroom to pee. Finished, I turned around and saw my naked body in a large mirror. My nervousness was gone and I thought to myself "not bad for a 68 year old guy!"
I ventured out for the first time into the open common area, and there were two men on a couch, watching CNN, and a third in a chair reading a book.
I kept going and entered the second section which included the small rooms and a couple of larger rooms with swings, etc. the doors of at least three of the small rooms were open, with naked men watching pornography on the televisions....naked, on their backs, and stroking. I stopped to watch each one, and each motioned me to come in. I was now getting excited. I wandered on down the hall and the door to one of the larger rooms was open with a light on. A chubby younger guy was in a sex swing hanging above the bed , casuallyfucking himself, likely waiting for someone to join him.
Next stop was the pool, which was very nice. Half a dozen men were lounging naked, napping or reading. Half of them sporting some arousal. Two were in waist deep water chatting, but very close together. Probably enjoying each other's bodies. I stretched out for fifteen minutes, and nothing else happened. I grabbed my towel and headed back in, disappointed so far that the place seemed so tame.
Once inside, I knew that the gang showers, whirlpool, wet sauna, dry sauna and the "dark maze" were ahead of me. I believed that things were about to heat up.
(I hope this part of the story didn't sound too much like a travelogue. If there is interest, I will finish the second half, which I feel is pretty hot.
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Saluki1970