Random Photo w/Story: Here's the story: Below is a photo ..

Random Photo w/Story: Here's the story: Below is a photo by Domasan, who I've shot with many times. I chose it because it reminds me of one of the many times I went to the Unicorn Bathhouse in Chicago in the 90s. Whenever I'd visit my family in Skokie (a suburb of Chicago), I'd sneak away to go the bars in Boystown, and when I finally got the nerve, I'd stop at the bathhouse before going home and try to have myself a good time. I could be pretty shy in bathhouses, and I felt really secretive and almost shameful, but I usually ended up satisfied. Nothing crazy, but I'd go, get off, get home, and all was well. But this one time, I was feeling a little low after the bars. I was having kind of a low self-esteem night, and I felt really lonely, and I just wasn't connecting at the bars. I didn't really feel like making small talk. I wasn't sure I wanted to be in a bathhouse because I thought that would just compound the misery. But, I was still a horny boy, so I thought I'd go, get my dick sucked, and run home. Not exactly how it went. I checked in, got my towel, got naked, wrapped the towel around my waist, and started the hunt. I wasn't really feeling it, and I could feel that bashfulness...that shame...start to creep in, and that was frustrating the hell out of me. Something snapped...I went back to my locker, dropped the towel, put on a metal cockring I had bought at one of the gay shops that night (my first cock ring ever), put it on, and shut the locker. I was fully naked, no towel, cock chubbed up by the ring, and decided to throw all fucks to the wind. I started walking the halls like this, no shame, no hiding. The more I strolled, the better I felt. I enjoyed being so free of anything covering me up, and the cock ring gave me a sense of blatant sexuality that made me feel more ornery and bold. Everyone else was in towels, and there was so much tension in the air you could cut it with a switchblade. I was done with that. I was the only one in the halls fully naked. As I passed by, sometimes guys would reach out and touch my dick or my ass, or tweak my nipples and wink at me. I was being a bit of a tease, but it was kind of fun. I went to sit in the steam room and got myself fully hard and jerked off while everyone watched, eventually stroking their own cocks and reaching out to play with my balls, finger my ass, or suck my tits. Suddenly, everyone was engaged. It felt good to share the freedom I was feeling. I stepped out of the steam room, hard as a rock, and I continued the journey through the bathhouse, my erection leading the way. I found a wall to lean on, and decided to just let what was going to happen, happen. And it happened. Suddenly, there were hands all over me, a mouth on my cock, a finger in my hole, and lips on mine. It was pure ecstasy. Was I being a big ol' attention whore? Yeah, maybe. But it was fun, and though it wasn't the boyfriend experience, I felt a connection to these guys in the moment. Purely sexual, but absolutely shameless. I ended the evening in the room of the guy I was kissing, and I fucked him on his back as I licked his toes and jerked off his very thick cock. After I shot my cum all over his face, I licked it off and we kissed, deep and long. I actually got his phone number and kept in touch when I was back in NY. So from an evening of feeling crappy, it turned around and now it's a fond memory. And I'm tugging on my cock as I re-live this for you because it makes me hard to think of it. Excuse me...I gotta go put on a cock ring and shoot my load. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. Have a great day.