After The Bar 1

I was in my early 20's then. I am 6' tall, 56" chest, 36' waist, well muscled all over due to having been lifting weights since I was 12. In those years I weighed in at about 200 lbs, virtually no fat. Decent sized biceps & thighs and not bad definition on the rest of me. I had dark hair and hazel eyes that changed color depending on my mood and/or what I was wearing.

I've had a mustache since I was 14 ... and from the age of 12 I have been totally covered by dark hair ... back to front ... top to bottom. Also, despite my rather large size, I have, what I have always felt was, an embarrassingly small penis and balls. When soft I would guess it is no more than 2 inches ... when it isn't trying to suck up into my body to hide completely. When hard, its about medium thickness and on a VERY good day MIGHT get close to 6". My ball sack rarely actually hangs. It prefers to stay snug up tight to my body it seems.

Although I am embarrassed by my cock's size ... no one has ever made a negative remark about it. In fact, most guys look at it and say that its "perfect for sucking". Which is good because although I do allow the odd guy to fuck me, I do not fuck guys. That is a story in itself which I might share another time. I never really thought I let too many guys fuck me. But I am thinking, since starting to share my experiences with you, it seems a lot of them have included those times I was fucked. But, comparing the number of experiences I am sharing, to the number of experiences I've had ... in that comparison, no, I was not fucked very often What can I say? I was a "sex hound" aka "a slut" for a lot of years.

Okay ... enough of that ... on with this experience.

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At this time in my life ... I had been having sex with guys since I was 11 ... but that had always been with friends and acquaintances I was growing up with in my small farm community town. I had gone to college .. but commuted back and forth until I graduated. So when I moved to the city ... I was still pretty naive about life and the ways of the world. When I was 21, I decided I liked sex with guys more than girls .. so blasted the doors off my closet, informing family and friends and my employers. It took a few months, but luckily everyone eventually came around and accepted me as I am. I came to this realization about 6 months after I had moved 3,000 miles away to a city where I knew no one. But, I am nice guy and made friends easily and quickly.

After "coming out" it was almost another year before I got up my nerve to actually go to a gay bar. And this experience happened shortly after I started frequenting the bars on weekends. I lived in a suburb, I had no car, so I relied on the public transit to get me there and back.

One night, I missed the last bus home. I did not have money enough for a hotel room or a taxi ... and pretty much didn't know what to do. It was too far to walk and there were laws against hitchhiking within the city limits. A couple guys I recognized from the bar were walking by and I guess they sensed something might be wrong ... so I told them my predicament. The one guy said normally I could of bunked out in his bachelor apartment with him ... but then he pulled his buddy closer and said that unfortunately he was going to be real busy that night ... he hoped. Anyway, as naive as I was ... I knew what he meant.

He suggested I go to the baths. He said I had enough money for a room and would have enough left over for the bus in the morning ... so I would be all set. I had never been to a bath, I had heard them mentioned a time or two, but I really had no clue yet what they were all about. This guy said they were walking past there to get to his place and they would show me where it was. So I tagged along with them.

In the few short blocks we had to walk, he told me a bit more about what to expect in the bath ... that I could just go into my room and shut the door and no one would bug me. Or if I wanted some action ... leave the door open and if someones interested they come in. But when they left me at the stairway leading down to the establishment I was still real nervous and unsure ... but I didn't have much choice unless I wanted to wander the streets all night. Which I didn't.

So down the stairs I go. The attendant was real friendly and gave me my room key and a towel and locked my valuables in a security lock box Because he wasn't busy and he knew I had never been there before, he told me he would show me around. His tour showed me where the showers were (which was one big open room with a dozen or so shower heads, the steam room and sauna which opened directly off of the shower room, the TV room. I found it strange that I had not seen anyone else any where yet. He guided me down a hallway that had a bunch of doors ... and he showed me which one was mine. He suggested maybe I strip down and put on my towl ... and then he would finish the tour.

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I expected him to back away from the door or lean against a wall or something to give me a bit of privacy but he just stood leaning in the doorway waiting for me. I turned my back to him and stripped off all my clothes and hung them on the available hooks. As I pulled off my pants I heard him mutter something like "mmmmm ... nice" ... but otherwise he was quiet through my unexpected performance. I wrapped the towel around me and secured it then grabbed my key from the bed where I'd left it and walked towards him. I stopped in front of him because he didn't seem too eager to move ... then he asked for my key. I gave it to him and he showed me how the band it was on was expandable .. and he slipped it onto my wrist and told me I could also put it on my ankle if I'd rather have it there. I thanked him again for sharing his tidbits of information. We closed the door to my room and he continued his tour ... showing me an area that had what they called were rooms ... but these were less expensive because they had no doors. He told me in that area, if you want privacy ... you just hang your towel across the opening ... or leave the doorway clear if you want company. He then told me about people that just want a locker ... they don't have a bed, unless they hook up with someone that has a room.

Next thing I know we exit out of another door and we are back close to where I entered the bath. I thanked him and told him I had better make use of the shower before I turned in ... I imagined I was pretty rank after having danced pretty much the whole night. And I was getting tired because of all the booze I had drank. I was feeling the booze just enough so I wasn't as inhibited about my hairy body as I would have been had I been sober. As we parted, I thanked him again and he called back telling me to enjoy myself.

In those days, I was a real easy target for anyone who was just looking to have a good time. Part of it was my naivety, and part I guess was due to me not really knowing yet what "gay life" was really about and wanting desperately to fit in. Anyway, in retrospect, it seems any guy who was nice to me and blew in my ear ... I was theirs. Like I said .. easy target.

So I went to the showers, hung up my towel, turned on the water and started soaping down. I had assumed there were guys behind the closed doors of the rooms in the area my room was in ... and on the tour I noticed a few rooms with towels covering the openings ... so I figured there must be other guys in the bath. I just hadn't seen any one else except the attendant.

I was shampooing my hair when I heard a sudden baritone "Hi" from behind me. I nearly jumped through the roof. The guy chuckled and apologized for startling me and I told him it was okay. Then reached out and shook his offered hand. He took the showerhead next to me. And started soaping himself up while starting up a conversation.

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