A gay sex stories: Front Row Seat
Club Orlando looked nice enough from the outside. On a quiet side street, a short drive from my hotel near the airport, the name and the building suggested a sports club, not the bath house that it is.
From time to time, intermixed with a much larger library of gay fantasies, I’d imagined what it would be like to visit a bath house. My attraction to men had only ever been physical, so bath houses — clubs or spas where men could meet for straightforward, anonymous sex — made perfect sense. In my fantasies, though, I wasn’t a closeted bisexual man who had never crossed the line, I was a willing participant.
“No thanks, I’m just here to watch,” I practiced in my head as I got out of my rental car. While I’d found the courage to actually visit the club, I wasn’t ready to be anything more than a voyeur.
Just inside the door was the front desk, where I paid my entry fees and safely stored my watch, wallet and keys. As the buzzer sounded, I took a deep breath and stepped through the inner door. The receptionist handed me a towel, along with the key to one of the private video rooms. Worst case, I figured, I’d get to enjoy the thrill of being there, then head back to my hotel room for some good old porn before falling asleep.
The attendant offered me some condoms and lube, I put my pass phrase to use for the first time that night.
“No thanks, I’m just here to watch,” I said, surprisingly a bit nervous.
He said something along the lines of “that’s cool, have fun,” which made me smile and relax a bit.
Taking a deep breath, I followed his directions past the lockers and into the maze of private rooms. After just a couple of quick turns, I found the room number that matched the number on my key, opened the door and stepped in. The room was bigger than I’d imagined. Next to the cheap single bed, with sheets and a pillow, there was actually room to stand and walk around a bit. I’d seen European hotel rooms that were smaller.
A small TV was mounted on the wall, so I flipped it on to see what I could find. I found a handful of channels all playing gay porn — mostly group scenes, with little if any plot from what I could tell. Perfect for a bath house, I thought. One of the videos caught my eye so I stopped flipping channels when I landed on it the second time. Then, as I felt my dick begin to inflate, I started to undress. By the time I was ready to go, my dick was hard and I was excited to explore the club. With my towel around my waist, I began to look around. Just beyond the private rooms, I entered a short hallway. Doors to the left led outside. Next was an open shower with four or five showerheads, none of them in use. Opposite the shower were the glass doors to the sauna. Straight ahead was the steam room, which I chose for my first stop.
Through the thick fog, the steam room appeared to have two main areas, each with two or three rows of tiled benches. Light coming from two red bulbs near the ceiling mixed with the harsher white light cast through the glass door to create eerie shadows. The sound of the steam seemed to mask whatever noise there was. I was hopeful that I’d get to see something fun, but only found a few men meandering, sitting or standing alone. I picked a corner with a good vantage point and took a seat, enjoying the heat. My hard-on receded a bit, but I was still thrilled with the possibilities the room offered. I began to imagine all of the sex that took place on the seats around me and my excitement built again. With more to see, I moved on after the heat had soaked into my body.
My next stop was the sauna. Most of the front wall, across from the showers, was glass, with a door in the middle. The sauna itself was small, with just two rows of seats wrapped around the sides, split down the middle by the heater. The only light came through the tinted glass door and walls, allowing everybody inside to look out, but nobody outside to look in. There was room for maybe ten, if they were sitting hip to hip, but I found only three or four guys spread around the room. With no obvious place to sit alone, and nothing interesting to watch, I kept moving.
Through the back doors, under the stars, I found a path that led around the building. Immediately to the left was an empty covered patio with picnic tables and a small enclosed room. A bit down the path was a large hot tub and around the corner was a pool, both empty. Figuring I must be on the early end of any action, I decided to take a quick dip in the hot tub and enjoy the night air. I hung my towel on a nearby hook, sat down on the far side of the tub and relaxed. Three men joined me and my hopes to see something fun peaked. I got a quick glimpse of their cocks and bodies as they slipped into the water. All were in fair to good shape and would be fun to watch. But, after hearing them chat like old friends, I realized they were regulars just catching up.
I was there to watch, not listen to idle chit chat, so I moved on. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the thrill of stepping out of the tub and onto the pool deck, with three sets of eyes on me and my semi-hard dick.
I wandered back into the building and took a quick spin through the maze of private rooms. From what I’d read about bath houses, I expected to find at least a few open doors and hoped to get an eyeful. But, no doors were even cracked. When I found my room again, I took my key, which I’d fastened around my upper arm by the attached rubber bracelet, and let myself in. I kicked back on the bed and spent some time watching the video on the little TV — a thin blonde guy was kneeling over his red-haired friend, rocking up and down on his friend’s rather large cock.
Soon enough I was hard again and my whole body was buzzing with excitement, ready for another tour. I followed the same path, first checking out the steam room, then the sauna, the covered patio and the hot tub. For the most part, the results were the same. It was still quiet, not much to see. This round, however, I found an open spot in the sauna, with nobody on either side of me, which turned out to give me my first real eyeful. From where I was sitting, I had a clear view of the showers across the hall where three men were busy lathering their bodies and their very hard cocks. One guy in particular, or more correctly, one cock in particular caught my eye and I enjoyed the show. They each finished their showers and wandered off, without so much as touching one another. But, their hard cocks signaled what I hoped would be some real action to follow.
Outside, I found a few men in the dark enclosed room, but it was too dark to see what was happening, and from the sounds of it, there wasn’t anything exciting going on. After another quick soak in the hot tub, I went back to my room to let the porn bring my excitement back to a peak.
For my third tour, I decided to change the order of my stops. I headed to the hot tub first, planning to make the sauna, my favorite place so far, my final stop. This time, there were already two men in the hot tub, sitting on opposite sides. One was slightly overweight, with a beard, didn’t do anything for me. The other, with an average body and a chin-length mop of brown hair was more interesting to me. I received another jolt of excitement as I hung my towel back on the hook. Still excited by the video porn, my dick was at full mast and I could feel their eyes on me as I climbed into the tub, taking a seat half-way between the two of them.