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EDITOR NOTES
Bath Houses? Sex Clubs?
There has always been a group which favors sex clubs, as opposed to bars, for
cruising and ultimately finding sex. In order to fully understand the difference
between a bath house and a sex club, I decided to go to both and make a comparison.
Sure, a lot of you have frequented both, but there has to be a great number out
there who haven't tried either one. So, I got on my little outfit and tracked
my way to the Roman Holiday Baths, which has been in business for about thirty
years. When you check in, they ask for identification to make sure you are of
legal age, and then you sign an affidavit that is three pages long. I didn't read
it or I would have lost the urge and left. I just signed it. There is some clause
in there that makes you swear that you are not affiliated with the police in any
way and that sort of stuff. There are then three ways to enter: 1. You get your
own room, 2. You get a locker, 3. You get a towel. I opted for a room, in case
I wanted to hide if too many men were chasing me all at the same time. Once inside,
I removed my clothes, hung them up and wrapped the given towel around me. Being
the brave soul that I am, I wandered out near the Jacuzzi area and looked into
the steam room. I was the only one there on a Saturday night at 8 p.m. After a
long nap on a very comfortable cot that was covered in a clean sheet, I was awakened
by a young man playing with my genitals. I brushed his hand away, to be told,
"If you don't want to play, keep your door locked!" As he left, I took
a better look at the guy and wished he had stayed. It was close to midnight. The
Jacuzzi was filled with people playing with each other. The rooms were all taken
and there was action in every room. The steam bath was loaded with people who
had long since dropped their towels and were engaged in oral and anal sex that
would make a separate story in itself. All one had to do was move into the middle
of the group and you first noticed that everyone used condoms. I was soon forced
into the middle of a group that made me very happy I'd stayed for the witching
hour. Nevertheless, once you get off, you can't wait to get out of the place.
Everybody probably has that same feeling. The following week I hit the most popular
sex club in Southern California. It used to be called Nighthawk, but was now called
The Prowl. New owners, new management, new ideas. You show ID, pay the seven dollars,
sign the register and in you go. It was dark, dreary and dungeon-like, but had
an erotic quality I cannot explain. There's an upstairs and a downstairs, little
rooms with one chair and a few glory holes, and bigger rooms with three chairs
and many glory holes. There's a sling room, and there's a large cruising room
with stand-and-pose people. The dress was predominantly leather but as the night
went on and the place got warmer, the t-shirts were removed and stuck into back
pockets, revealing impressive pets and abs or disgusting fat bellies and sweaty
hairy chests. The evening starts around midnight and goes until five or later
in the morning, depending on when the sun comes up. There was so much action I
couldn't keep track of who was doing what to whom! A hot little muscular cub was
being followed by many a daddy without success. Close to 3 a.m., the some little
cub tapped me on the shoulder and jerked his head toward one of the rooms. He
went inside and I followed. What happened in that little room will only be known
by me and that little cub. If I have to make a comparison, I think there is certainly
one. If you like to run around in a bath towel and hope and pray someone will
seduce you, go to the baths. If you want to walk into a sex club and stay dressed
the way you are and pretend you're in the woods looking for a quick trick, then
go to a sex club. The baths have things like the steam room and the Jacuzzi and
the private rooms and lockers. The sex club is like walking through a door into
a park where anything can happen. Both places provide condoms and enforce safe
sex. I'm sure they do it to stay in business, or the Health Department or the
Police would close them down. When I asked about the legal aspects of the goings
on, I was told that it keeps horny men off the street and in a place where they
are encouraged to practice safe sex. Lots of condoms everywhere in both places.
One more observation I made was that neither place was the kind of place you would
frequent to find a lover. No one talks. They have sex and leave. So I left.
