There's a Crazy Place in Berkeley, The Ideal Masturbation Venue

I entered through a small door and went up a flight of stairs to a desk where I paid $18 and got a card and a key. Then I was buzzed through a locked door into the locker room. Immediately, I saw towel-clad men walking around. One or two were carrying their towels over their shoulders, or didn't have towels at all. Yup, I was in the right place! I took off all my clothes, locked them in my locker, wrapped the towel around my middle, and started strolling around the large facility. First, I passed the hot tub. There were three or four guys in it and maybe four more lounging around the edge. One was giving another a blowjob. The others were just lounging in or near the warm water. The chemically smell was strong. No doubt they treat this water big-time to prevent any contageons. I made a note not to enter the hot tub. Nearby, in full view of the hot tub, was a wall with four showerheads. One younger fellow was standing under the water with a full erection. He wasn't wanking or anything. Just watching he hot tub activities. I was a bit cold, so I thought a shower would be a good idea. I asked an attendant for an extra towel, stripped off the one I was wearing, and stepped under the hot water. As always, it is a simple joy to feel the warmth flow over my body. But today, with the guys in and around the hot tub watching, and the erect guy showering next to me, oh, well, I can't tell you how thrilling that is. By now, a couple of other men had gathered in the hot tub area. Not to watch me or the guy next to me specifically, but it was fun displaying my wares in front of about ten guys. One or two of them were more-or-less staring directly at me. I didn't get erect. Not yet. After ten minutes, I was warmed up nicely. I used one towel and discarded it in a towel chute. I walked back through a hallway, and explored a labyrinth of perhaps 50 private rooms, finally locating the one I had rented for the next 12 hours. Stepping in, I found a small bed, tiny tabletop, portable chair, and TV set, with a remote enclosed in a plastic bag. Also in the bag were two condoms and a pack of lube. I flipped through the channels, and found they were displaying very good porn, although two of the channels were not working right, giving flickering images. Most of the channels were displaying gay sex, but a couple were hetero porn. I locked and left the room, heading toward the back, but on the way passing a number of the other rooms. Several had their doors open. In one, a guy was giving another a hand job. In another, a guy was laying face down, but on his knees on his bed, with his ass up in the air, an obvious invitation to get butt-fucked. That's not my cup of tea, but I'm sure he had a taker within minutes. Passing through an unoccupied video room, consisting of six chairs facing four TV sets, all playing porn, I made note to come back here. I explored the well-equipped gym. There were two naked guys in there, just kind of talking and idly lifting some freeweights. Past that, I strolled into a very dark area with an assortment of raised platforms, false walls, walls with viewing and sucking ports or holes, and a few toys such as a hammock. There were a few guys doing things in there - I think mostly blowing each other. There was also a steam room which I entered briefly. I could tell there were some guys in there from their voices, but couldn't see them at all because the steam was very thick. Whereas most guys in the building were wearing their towels, I decided to throw mine over my shoulder, and let everyone see my semi-erection. I was kind of hoping it would be more erect, and at the same time, I was kind of fearful of letting anyone see me even semi-erect. It is hard to overcome a lifetime of hiding your sexual excitement in school locker rooms, on nude beaches, and so on, and then in a situation like this, just go ahead and display an erection. I figured it would happen naturally enough later in the day. A guy came up to me, and gently put his fingers on the tip of my penis. I stood there and let him know I approved. He fondled me for a moment, as I erected only slightly more, and then he walked away. No words were exchanged. After continuing my stroll throughout the facility for perhaps ten minutes, I headed back to the viewing area with the four monitors, sat in a chair and got interested in one of the scenes on a TV. I started to erect in earnest. Since the viewing room was a kind of hallway, there was traffic. Guys were walking through from time to time. Most glanced at, and seemed to enjoy seeing my erection. One sat down next to me, and asked if I have a room. This was the moment I was waiting for, and he was a good-looking, thin, tall, tanned, towel-wrapped guy. I replied that I did have a room, and would love to have him come over, but I wasn't interested in kissing, or anal sex, which seems like a big deal around here. He was fully onboard with that. I invited him to my room and locked the door. I flipped on the TV, which we both ignored. I invited him to lay on the bed, and he removed his towel. To my delight, he had a particularly small penis. Whereas most guys like big cocks, I rather prefer smaller ones. The only improvement could be if he had shaved the area. But, oh well, I wasn't complaining. I started in on a handjob for him, delighed with his small, but rock hard dick. He started to get close to cumming, so we switched positions, and he started doing me. Of course I became fully hard under his ministrations. While he was massaging my cock and balls, we got to talking. Just like me, he's married, but his wife lost interest in sex. I started to get close to cumming, so I had him stop. I wanted the day to last as long as it could. We parted amicably, saying we might meet up again later, and I started strolling again. Now, I did have a full hardon, and I, being bolder than most men, decided to wear my towel over my shoulder, and just walk around that way. Soon, a guy came up to me, and we went to his room. He was older, a bit rotund, and balding, but I like that, too. In his room, we talked a bit, and I mentioned that I particularly like testicle massage. He particulary enjoys edging. So first, I edged him for quite a while. He let me know when he was getting close, so I'd stop for a few seconds and then continue the handjob. By stopping for only a few seconds, I kept him near the edge of ejaculation almost continuously, and he was in heaven. He said no one had ever done that before for him - the business of starting up again after so brief a pause. Until then, he thought the best way to edge was to let the pre-ejaculatory feeling dissipate fully then start up again. After a farily long while, he said he probably wouldn't be able to take any more without cumming, so we switched to me. He started in on my balls, and my dick, which had softened, became rock-hard. He massaged my balls lightly, ignoring my penis entirely. He started more firmly squeezing the balls between his thumbs and first two fingers - one testicle in each hand. He slowly applied more and more pressure. At one point, it kind of hurt, and I flinched. He immediately let go. I told him to continue, and not to worry if I flinch. He resumed his massaging and firm squeezing and I was loving it. Too much. Suddenly, I lost control and came all over my belly. And, he hadn't even touched my dick. I thanked him, and he left. Now, I was alone in the room with my ejaculated dick. I had only been there for two of the 12 hours that my rent covered. I figured I could watch some porn on the TV, get back in the mood for more, and enjoy many more encounters. But no, the mood refused to change. I was happy, satisfied, very satisfied, but done. I couldn't really want more sexual activity at this time. Giving up, I went to my locker, put on my clothes, returned the key and went home in a very happy state. The place is perfect. The only way they could improve it would be let in some women. Wouldn't that be something?