"I don't know what you're expecting Bobby," Samuel said. "It's not like there's gonna be a bunch of leather strapped queers that are going to take you the first chance they get."
"Still, it's a gay bathhouse..." Bobby said, adjusting the passenger seat.
"You'd be surprised, not that much sex actually goes on there anymore," Samuel said, sensing his straight friend was rolling his eyes. "So there's some, but for the most part, it's in private rooms. Guys our age mostly come here to work out, swim naked in the pool, hit the sauna. I don't really see anyone use the maze or the cage anymore. The most that ever happens is they find some guy to jerk off within the theater. So who knows, maybe you'll have something interesting to confess to Vanessa."
"She knows I'm going," Bobby insisted.
"Of course she does, she probably suggested it. Hey Bobby, while I'm in Europe for the summer, why don't you just empty your load in my friend's mouth. Oh and take lots of pictures not because I find it super hot."
Bobby winced because there was more than a little truth to it. Though not as ubiquitous as the lesbian fantasy, apparently plenty of girls who got off on picturing two men together. He tried to force it from his mind, but Bobby couldn't help but imagine it. Samuel's mouth closed around his cock, or bent over, spreading that muscular and toned ass apart.
Of course, he could never actually do it.
He remembered protesting when Vanessa selected her particular type of porn. It started with a straight man picked up from the street, convinced to blindfold himself while a topless blonde switched herself with another guy, tricking him into gay sex. Then after the reveal, she convinced the stranger to penetrate the other guy, to fuck him right there in the van in front of her with the promise of cash and a turn in her cunt after.
"So what, the dream is to have a girl that's into porn, just as long as it's only the porn you like? I'm just supposed to watch you drool over two girls at a time, but if I want to watch the exact same thing you do with two guys it's too weird for you?"
Bobby lost the argument, hiding between her legs, hearing the sounds of arousal and ecstasy as the smaller man bent over one of the cushions, moaning like a girl until the other man came on his buttocks.
And in those occasional glances, he looked up and found himself strangely aroused. Close up an ass was an ass. Besides, there were tits in the background.
That's what he told himself anyway, even as he stripped down in front of Samuel, paying his money to rent a locker and a small white towel that barely closed around his waist.
In spite of his internal proclamations, insisting on his own complete heterosexuality, he had stared at Vanessa's gay BFF, eyes riveted to that dangling dick. Even flaccid, his head dangled down past his balls, bigger than Bobby's.
And Samuel made no effort to hide himself.
Neither did any of the other well-hung hunks, turning changing clothes into their own strip show.
Trying to stop his own thoughts, Bobby turned around, wondering if the other men in the locker room were checking out his ass as he slid down his shorts, quickly hiding himself behind the towel. Then Samuel led them on a tour, brushing past a lot of the older men walking around the sparsely populated and dimly lit hallway with tiny little rooms, some of the men stretched out and waiting ass up for the first man to come in and fuck them.
It seemed too much at first, and then they were out by the pool, swimming naturally, enclosed by the massive privacy fence. And after his initial trepidation, Bobby found himself basking in all the attention. There were looks from the older gentlemen, even though he wasn't hung like Samuel, Bobby was impressive enough in that department, not to mention a good ten years younger than most of the other men.
And eventually, it all seemed almost normal.
Exciting even, though Bobby couldn't quite admit why.
They relaxed in the hot tub, chatting until Samuel saw another younger man, blonde and twinkish. At first, Bobby didn't mind, understanding the universal bro code that gave Samuel the absolute right to drop him and try to get laid.
He told himself the blonde was not for him, that guys were not his things, but he found the impulse a little harder to resist. One by one, the thoughts became a little more intoxicating, his imagination starting to get him wondering.
Before Bobby could rationalize what he was doing, his feet echoed through the pitch-black corridor, leading into the theater.
It wasn't like Cinema 10. The seats were just raised and carpeted platforms at three different levels, the only light glowing from a half dozen different monitors playing different types of porn, the sounds from each all mixing together into a cacophony of sex sounds streaming out from the screens. All kinds of cocks got the close-ups, big and black, uncircumcised, big and dangling head leaking cum.
And one a naked blonde girl.
He sat down as far away as he could from the other man. The stranger was younger, kind of sex, and already stroking himself. Bobby stared before averting his eyes, sneaking glances here and there. He tried to focus on the screen, surprised that his luck at there being heterosexual footage, only to stifle a laugh as he realized what he was watching.
The girl gave way to another man, dropping to his knees and sucking the blindfolded sucker in the bait bus.
He looked around, still not sure even as he let the slim, white towel fall onto either side of him, gripping his nearly hard cock in his hand and trying to focus on the only girl. But she was just in the background, barely part of the scene.
More than anything he could hear the sound of skin on skin, the feeling of his eyes as the other man looked at him, peeking at his penis bulging in his own hand.
There was no denying it now, the blonde girl wasn't even on the screen. But Bobby was masturbating even harder, his breath hard and heavy, his stomach sucking in air. He ignored the anxious excitement of being watched, even as the eyes of the strange and handsome man prompted him to pump even faster, wanting someone else to see him cum
The man moved closer, never speaking, only a few feet from him, looking down and seeing exactly what Bobby was doing. He shut his eyes, trying to pretend the stranger wasn't there, afraid to find that he relished the attention.
Vanessa had never looked at him quite like that.
He glanced back, so close, lingering while the stranger reached over and touched him around the hand waiting for him to let go of his grip.
The other man was stroking him for a second, then he bent over, his mouth closing around Bobby. His eyes fluttered open and shut in ecstasy as the gay man drove his throat completely down on his cock, taking it all with an enthusiasm that no girl could ever match, bobbing all the way up and down on his swelling member.
Bobby closed his eyes, arched his head back, and then looked down, wondering what the stranger would expect of him in return.
Not sure if he saw it.
He adjusted, not able to move, and then heard it. Suction cups popping open and close in the dark, the wriggling, shapeless, formless flesh driving into the other man from the gaps in between the seated steps.
It was impossibly wide, glistening and glowing in the twilight of the silver screens, the tentacle pushing further and further into his ass, somewhat obscured by the angle.
Bobby could barely react, blinking and staring, not sure if he was really seeing, convincing himself that there must be some other explanation.
Then the end of another tendril touched the tight ring of his ass, warm and wet. He tried to leap up, only to feel the weight of the other man pushing him back down, letting the spongy and wriggling tip of the tentacle tease and twist around his virgin opening.