tl;dr: Just went to a gay sex club and lost my virginity in a threesome last night
Ok so 2 days ago- July 1st- Iām looking on Tumblr and user roachpatrol posted this crazy thing about their awesome sex life because of finding events on āfet lifeā or something, and Iām just thinking sure Iāll make an account just to see. So I do, and Iām looking at events near me and lo and behold- thereās a ābisexual nightā every Sunday at a gay club. As a gender-fluid bi person I felt really happy that I could find a place that catered to me, but I was really nervous. What if there werenāt any women at all? What if its all just old men? What if I got an STD? What if I didnāt want to have sex at all with the people I met? What if I got lost? What if people started groping me and thinking āno means yesā? What if people donāt like me? What if Iām bad in bed? And as a really young virgin I was just awkward already. I had my concerns.
But I am one ballsy MF and literally just said screw it, and drove myself downtown to visit.
Now I had never been to a sex clubā but Iāve also never been to anywhere, so I really didnāt know what to expect. I parked my car and then called the front desk, shaking with anxiety. I asked if it was true that is was bi night, just to be sure (I mean what if there was a typo and the website was wrong?? Who knows!) And I immediately felt at-ease as the guy was super friendly and warm and casual and knew exactly what to say. I didnāt have to say anything else as he was already detailing what the complex looked like and what services they had. My anxiety melted away and I decided I was brave enough to enter the building.
Immediately my fear all came flooding back. I was in a little tiny room that was very dim-lit and shadowy with red light. A man with greying hair and a handlebar mustache was at the counter (which by the way was fully blocked by a dark, iron grate cage to protect the workers) and I felt extremely out of place. I went up to the counter and asked him a few more questions before I paid my entry fee and gave him my ID (thank god Iām ACTUALLY 18) mostly just asking him if condoms were easily available and what the general range of guests looked like. He told me you could find just about any age in there and it was a pretty even spread, so that was cool. Even if i didnāt have sex at all, it wasnāt that expensive. $10 for at least an interesting story.
He kept my ID during my stay which was a little freaky but I was ok with it. To hold hostage as he gave me a locker lock and key, and towel, I suppose. A buzzer rang on the door and like an idiot I didnāt know that meant I could open it, but
fortunately a guy behind me who was very nice chuckled and told me the buzzing meant i should open it. I entered the room and relaxed as all I saw was just a perfectly normal locker room. Well lit, with warm colors. Thats when I saw my first dick in real life. It was kinda what I was expecting, since Iāve seen pictures online before, but also not at all what I expected. Because it was real. I tried not to be to obvious and casually picked out a locker of my own. I stripped to my bra and undies and put all my belongings, including my half-dead phone, in the locker and wrapped the towel around my waist. Locked it, obviously. I was a little concerned because the parking spot I choose only said ā2 hoursā and i knew iād loose track of
time without a watch or anything but I told myself I would just go back to the locker room and check.
Leading out of the locker room was just this black hallway with thick ribbons hanging down from the ceiling (like those plastic ones you see at zoos that keep the birds in? except these ones were black) and I went through them. Once my eyes adjusted I still couldnāt figure out what I was looking at. It was hot and dark with pulsing neon party lights and smokey (steamy?). I walked straight forwards and cautiously peered around, taking a few tentative steps down a staircase and then looking curiously down a few narrow hallways. It was literally a labyrinth. I mean, it was ***advertised*** as a labyrinth and they were totally right. Twisted narrow corridors left me a bit lost and I quickly retracted my steps and back up the stairs. A bunch of older men gave me looks that I interpreted as angry or annoyed (maybe they just had resting bitch fact?) and went up another staircase to a ābirds nestā sort of lookout area. There were couches facing a flat-screen TV that was playing porn and a few guys were sitting there casually. A man pushed past me to a door that was lit with a red āEXITā sign that I thought was just an emergency door, but it turns out it was a back patio.
I LOVED the back patio. A bunch of friendly people were all just hanging out and talking and chilling like buddies. It was super cool and there were a bunch of younger people there too. I think there were likeā¦ maybe 10 people total? A very nice man let me take his seat and Introduced himself as Aadevery or something weird like that. A bunch of other people introduced themselves and I to them, and I was offered weed. Literally everyone was smoking it. I declined for a lot of reasons. Tbh I wanted to feel in-control of my situation, and I also didnāt know if I could make rational decisions while high. Plusā¦ wellā¦ Iāve never been high. I thought one new ballsy experience at a time was enough for me. I was there for a good majority of my time. We chatted about all sorts of things- politics, racism, economy, art, hobbies, sex. It was nice to just feel welcomed and at peace, and no one was expecting anything from me. Also, saying no to the weed actually made me feel stronger about saying no in general. I mean, Iāve declined weed before (not that Iām against it, mind you) but I felt stronger in how people would react to me here. I think 7 different people offered me weed on the patio while I was there? Not really sure, just know it happened really often. People just were trying to be nice and friendly, and honestly it was so appreciated. Nobody gave a shit when I said no. I felt really proud of myself.
After awhile I decided to go back into the complex and explore a little more- this time with the comfort of a āhome baseā to flee back to. I spent a bit of time wandering before a short, timid older man approached me and offered to show me around. I was a little hesitant and he seemed to understand, and assured me he wasnāt trying to āget anythingā out of it. I got my own private little tour of the bath house, steam room, showers, private rooms, snack shack, glory holes, dark room, kink dungeon, and all sorts of interesting rooms. The man gave me a long lecture about consent, STDs and safe sex, making sure I felt safe, boundaries, and belonging. I already knew about most of these things but honestly it was so so nice of him. He let me go reminding me that no matter what I could leave at any time, and he just wanted to make sure I didnāt feel unwelcome here. He left and I was able to take a peek in the steam room, but it was SO HOT and I left back to the patio.
I remembered to check the time in my locker, thank god, and then remembered āwait, they stop checking those things after 5pmā. I got there at 7. It was maybe 9:30 when I checked the time? I was thinking to myself āOk, you did what you came here to do. You checked it out. OH NO I NEVER TOLD MY MOM I WAS GOING TO BE GONE.ā So quicky I texted my mom like āA friend invited me to hang out! Iāll be back late. Love you mom : )ā and put my phone on airplane mode so I wouldnāt have to see the response.
I went back in. At first I thought the rule was āno talking in the sex maze. Only outside on patio.ā But I quickly realized how wrong that was. People approached me everywhere asking me my story. āIs this your first time here?ā They would say. And I would tell them that yes, it was my first, and that No i have not been to any other clubs before, and that I was just here to visit, thanks. Another older man came up to me and gave me another lecture like the last one about being safe when having fun. Always use condoms, make sure you only do what youāre comfort level tells you is ok, all that stuff. Honestly? The older people were the most NON-predatory men Iāve met in my life. So kind.
I found out the demographic was largely older white men, younger black guys, heavyweight asians, and middle-aged women of all sizes shapes and creeds. There were a few exceptions- there was also one youngish woman, and maybe 2 young white guys. In a club of 50+ people thats not a lot though. I was the youngest of anyone there. People were very curious about me because it was extremely uncommon for them to see a virgin at a club. It was uncommon to see someone 18. It was uncommon to see a woman (well im genderfluid and consider myself nonbinary but its not like they would KNOW that.) It was uncommon for a person to be extroverted and like to talk to everybody. For a person to be all these things? Virtually unheard of.
It was fun to make all these acquaintances. I met a man named Anthony who was EXTREMELY nervous and shy when he talked to me- he was a ānervous on the outsideā while iām a ānervous on the inside, and youād never knowā. I guessed he was about 20-24 years old. Black, short hair, bisexual, 5'4" approximately? I chatted with him for awhile with this gay guy who had curly blue hair. I considered having a threesome with them but then a beautiful woman walked past me and I couldnāt believe my eyes. She had olive skin, black wavy hair, piercing green eyes, fit, and taller then me. I followed her out to the patio (it was growing quite dark out there) and we talked about our lives. She answered calls and delivered news between hospitals and patients. It was really cool. She was probably 35? She was in a pretty white and blue floral dress and told me that she came here for the steam room to relax after work. It was really nice to just talk.
I checked my locker again and looked at the time. 10:30. Shit. Should I stay or should I go? I already have a great story and I met a lot of cool people. Maybe I should just go home. Its getting dark and Iām in the middle of the city far from home, and my phone is now at 33%. An old message from my mom said āok, just dont be out too late.ā and a message from my best friend- he said āHOLY SHIT YOU ACTUALLY WENT? How is it?ā It made me smile. The first old man who gave me a tour was in the locker room with me and was about to leave. He reminded me to always feel welcome and safe, and to relax and be happy. To have boundaries and consent. I smiled at him and waved him goodbye. I put my phone on airplane mode and went back in to find Anthony and that blue-haired man.
I didnāt for a little bit, and just wandered, but then actually ran into him. I asked him if he was down for a threesome with Blue, and he said it sounded hot. We never found him though so instead I just decided it was fine with only him. I found out you only get a private room if you have a membership and neither of us did, so he actually asked a buddy of his to borrow a room.
We had a quick conversation about what we were comfortable with- just doing oral and wearing condoms and how I liked foreplay. Then we stole the guy's room and i took off my bra and panties. If you don't want to hear about my first time leave now and forever hold your peace. At first it was incredibly awkward because we were kissing and he was about to put his hand right on my pussy and I was like... foreplay though?? plz? So it was just a little awkward as I had to redirect his hands a bit. Also then the other guy came in to his room while we kissed. I already talked to him previously while I was making my rounds. Robert, shorter then Anthony but taller then me, black, wore a silver necklace, was about 20-24 just like Anthony, and was pretty ripped. Actually both of these guys were lean and had some NICE muscles. Robert wasn't awkward the way Anthony was. Anthony stumbled over his words and was quiet and giggled when he messed up, which was honestly the cutest thing. Robert was just a quiet guy. He spoke very little. It was weird because ***I*** was the only dominate personality here but I was also the least experienced. I told Robert pretty directly to Leave because I only felt comfortable with one at a time, thank-you-very-much. He did, and I started jerking Anthony off to het him hard. He put a condom on and then we 69d with me on top. I was much better at sucking dick then I thought I would be.. at least I think I was? I tried a lot of different things but it was a little hard because Anthony didn't give much feedback. I gave a lot though- "Yes right there!" or "not quite." and i would moan if i thought he did a good job. He didn't, really. It was a while and then Robert came back in and I told him he could stay. I was on the bottom and he topped me as we 69d. Anthony was kinda helping along by fondling my boobs and touching Robert a bit. Now this guy really knew how to use his tongue! I was actually really into it as he flicked it around super fast. He was kinda bad at finding my clit but he did a couple times so it was still pretty stimulating. I did a lot of moaning for him. My method of sucking dick for the first time included: lots of bobbing up and down; flicking my tongue around the tip, jerking the bottom off with one hand, and changing pace a few times to keep it interesting. Sometimes I would deep throat it down to the balls, then slowly pull back while sucking hard and "pop!" the end like when you pull a lollypop out of your mouth and it makes that noise. I also made sure to squeeze and fondle the balls a bit while I did this. It was surprisingly a lot easer then I expected but maybe I was doing it poorly, who knows. Again, I barely got any feedback. We then switched again so that Anthony was penetrating my pussy from behind, doggy style (we talked about just doing oral but I changed my mind and also he wanted to) and I sucked Robert off. However Anthony didn't really know how to fit his dick in there? So we switched again so Robert could just do it. That was really heavenly. His pounding was great and his cock was actually big enough for me to feel it. Anthony was pretty tiny tbh. I sucked him off for awhile and just really enjoyed it. I didn't cum though. I got a little worried about the time as I realized how long we'd been there. Plus I was getting out of breath and sweaty. Anthony had a watch and told me it was 11pm. Time to go. I told the boys I had fun and thanked them for being super chill. They thanked me back and said it was fun and I was hot, and wished me well on my way. I put on my bra and underwear and wrapped my towel around my waist, and left the private room with mixed feelings. There were good and bad parts to it. Some of it was boring, some of it felt good. I was overall fine with it though. I got fully dressed and went back to the snack shack/front desk. It was the same employee as it was 4 hours ago, which was honestly very comforting. I gave him my locker lock and key, and put my towel in the bin. I exited through the buzz door and was back in that room with the iron cage. I felt pretty good about myself and walked outside calmly, without any of the nerves I had before. Well, one nerve- My phone battery was now at 20% and I needed to use google maps to navigate my way out of the dark, twisted, unfamiliar streets to my home. Before I got into the car I did a double-check just to make sure that i still had my wallet, my phone, my keys, and i didn't loose an earring. Then I drove home. It was actually very smooth and I didn't get lost once. My mind was both calm and "did i really just do all that? Was I really there? At the same time. Calm amazement. About halfway back I began recognizing where I was to the point where it didn't matter if my phone died because I could make my way back home anyway. It didn't though, and when I pulled into my driveway "your destination is on the right" I just parked, turned everything off, and went inside. I felt a little sore and bloated in my stomach and felt a little worried. It never hurt while we were having sex which is good, but maybe thats just an after-effect of getting some dick? I figure maybe its some air that got shoved in there while he was thrusting and now i'll be queefing for a bit or something. Not sure. I should probably look it up. Other thoughts that came to mind is that I should probably get tested for STDs just in case, and not have sex again until then- just in case. I mean, neither of them said they had any, and neither had blemishes or sores around their mouthes I could see/feel. Plus both wore condoms so I'm very likely ok. I'm still checking anyway. I think you're supposed to wait a month so you can get the most accurate test? Also I'm taking a pregnancy test since I was vaginally penetrated and what if the condom didn't work for some reason? I'm not talking other birth control. Maybe I'm just paranoid but better safe then sorry. I texted my best friend, now that I was able to put some charge back in my phone, and told him i'd tell him my story later, and goodnight. I was really tired. And sweaty. My mouth tasted like condom. I fell asleep.
