I was in my early 20s and had just arrived in The Big City™ while still being a virgin. From small towns and shit so wasn’t a ton of options for my gay ass. So when I got a Shout on Growlr saying “Hey there’s this event going at the bathhouse!” I said “Do you know what? Fuck it. I’m horny.” So I slapped a jockstrap and a chastity cage on and went down to the bathhouse.

The layout was a bit weird and when I asked a question where the showers were I got pointed to the wrong showers. Waltzed in an area with a bunch of naked dudes staring at me in a full parka and shit. I turned around like “oop” and was seriously considering just going home before some dude in his 50s came up and was like “Hey need a guide?” I said yes and he gave me a basic walk-around tour of the building and general facilities before ending it at the lockers. Said something nice about wishing that I have fun but to take care and be careful and then he just walked off. I got down to the skivvies and did a fucking bee line for the dark room with the sling that he pointed out.

Got in and put my legs up and within fuckin minutes there were a couple of dudes who smelled fresh blood and saw my confused ass wriggling into it. Had a couple dicks slapping against my face and ass just as fast. Ended up going through about 30-odd dudes (including the tour guide) on the back-end before this GORGEOUS motherfucker, I’m talking like Terry Crews but not quite as massive and with a full beard, was like “I’m too tall for this sling. Want to come back to my room? I have a sling that’s adjustable.” Got out and nearly fell over because my legs had fallen asleep after like an hour in the sling. Leaned against him for a bit walking to his room before I was able to stand on my own.

Got in his room and same thing happened for the next 15ish minutes with him going hard. Poppers may or may not have been involved as well as a mirrored ceiling that I hated. I don’t like seeing my reflection. I’m sure we talked for a bit after that but I don’t remember it. Don’t remember leaving either. But I do remember going back to the same event multiple times and seeing the same tall black dude and going back to his room multiple times. Like the 4th or 5th time we were talking and he asked how old I was and then I asked how old he was. 50 something. Jaw hit the floor and he just said “Black don’t crack” and put his hand on the back of my head and I went back to work.

Only weird thing during the gangbang was this little old dude (like 5’3 and hands about as big as youd expect) who kept trying to fist me. I was trying to figure out how to just say “No” without bodylanguage being me cringing repeatedly. Someone else was like “Hey man, dudes clearly not into it. Can you like not?” and the lil dude wandered off.