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I was twenty-three and this older guy asked me out on a date, I agreed and he took me to a new experience. He had taken me to a gay bathhouse.Gary was a gray-haired bear, he was just a little taller than me, he was about 5′ 10″. He also had piercing blue eyes and a deep voice that made my knees weak and an urge to have him deep inside me.I had gotten ready for my date after I got off work. It was a Friday night. He liked his men young and smooth. So I shit, showered, and shaved everything. Then got dressed in tight boot cut jeans, a black dress shirt, and boots. He picked me up in a red Mazda Miata from my apartment. He complimented me on how I was cuter in person than the pictures I sent him over the phone. I blushed a little (I wasn’t then nor I am now used to hearing compliments on my looks). He must have left the office when he picked me up. He was dressed in khaki slacks and polo. Gary kissed me on my cheek and escorted me to his car.We got in and I could smell his cologne. It was something strong, but pleasant smelling and not overpowering. As he drove us to dinner, we chatted. He was an assistant professor at a local university and he found out I was an active duty sailor. Which piqued his interest, because isvecbahis “don’t ask, don’t tell” I was considered forbidden fruit. I wasn’t out for the most part. If my chain of command ever found out my career would be over. So we agreed not to speak about my career publicly.We ate, he plied me with beer, not enough to get me drunk, but enough to relax me. We chatted some more and talked about my recent deployment and his hard times controlling himself in front of the younger men whom he teaches. He paid and we left.As we were driving to the bathhouse where we would spend the rest of our date, I was curious to see what I was going to be dealing with that night. So I put my hand on his thigh and it was like braided steel. I ran my hand up to his crotch and felt a bulge that I did not expect. It was huge and he smiled and said, “I’m not even hard yet.”I let my hand linger a little longer feeling the girth of the thing. Now some men boast about their size and maybe exaggerate, Gary on the other hand never told me what he carried, and I was thinking to myself that I wish he did so I could prepare myself for it, but I also do enjoy a challenge.We arrived at the bathhouse. He paid for our locker and also isveçbahis giriş got us a room. We were shown to a locker room, where it was explained that no one is clothed except for the staff. We would wear towels if we so choose, but we would essentially naked for the duration of our stay. So we disrobed. Gary was not clothed, naked, the man was well, manly. He had thickly muscled arms and chest with greying thin body hair on his torso and he also had a bit of a belly which was fine by me. He had a powerlifters physique. I on the other hand was smooth, I was leaner with a flat stomach and slightly more defined musculature. I opted not to wear a towel around my waist instead I wore it draped over my shoulders. Gary wore his towel around his waist. We had our keys secured to our upper arms when we got into the shower, it was your typical communal shower with a large central pipe and several heads sticking out in a tiled area. We soaped up and he got my back and butt, sliding a finger into me, making me take a small gasp. He chuckled as I bit my lip. He withdrew and we finished cleaning up.We first went to a steam room. It was a room that had built-in ledges that acted as benches. We took our seats isveçbahis yeni giriş and awaited the steam. The first spurt of hot water sprayed from the steam vents then a plum of white team bellowed. In a short time, the room was enveloped in a white thick haze. Gary took this opportunity to start kissing my neck. I melted into his arms as he feasted. I swooned and moaned, to the cheers of other men who occupied the space. The haze began to clear and I observed several other older men, some masturbating and others just watching.I whispered in Gary’s ear, “Let’s give ’em a show. Finger fuck me please.”A wicked grin crossed his face. I put my feet on the floor and assume the position. First Gary started to massage my hole.”Oh yes, daddy!” I exclaimed”You like it when daddy plays with your booty,” he replied”Oh yes, daddy! I love it when you play with my hole.”He spat on my hole lubing me and slid a digit inside me.”Oh fuck yes, daddy I love you inside me!””Take a good look gentlemen he sure does like having an audience,” he announced.He then ordered, “Spread those cheeks boi, daddy wants his friends to have a good view of that sweet tender hole of yours.”I obeyed and gave an, “Anything for you daddy.”He withdrew his finger and I spread my cheeks. I blushed a little when I heard the cheers. Shouts of, “I’d like to breed that boi,” and, “My God, does he have a hole that is begging to be fucked,” and, “Hey Gary can I fuck him when you’re done?”