The Business Trip and Closed Bathhouse

Recently I had a trip to New Orleans scheduled, and being in a different town I thought I might visit a bath house to see what it would be like. I don't think that I would have a problem walking around other guys with my towel over my shoulder, and my cock at half mast. I guess I'm a little bit of an exhibitionist when it comes to walking about naked in places where it's not out of the ordinary.

Which reminds me of the time in my college fraternity where during a portion of the initiation a Greek statue is needed, and usually is one of the guys covered in oil, and flour and placed behind a curtain. That's not gay to have a group of guys rubbing oil and flour all over another guys body is it? I was drunk and stupid at the time, so it wasn't like I popped a boner, but I do remember the excitement of people peeking at my naked body as I had to stand still for quite a while.

Anyway back to New Orleans, I looked online for the bath house information and knew where the location was, and made sure that I had a few hours that I could get away and not be noticed. As I was walking toward the bath house I was debating if I should go in or not, wondering if I was going to chicken out of joining a group of guys, naked, in a different city and see how much cum my balls could produce in an afternoon. I was determined, then I wasn't, but when it came to me being within sight of the front door, I was going to go in. Then as I approached the front door I noticed the chains around the handles, the place was closed and more permanent than for just the afternoon. So my decision was made for me.

I still think the freedom of movement walking around nude with other guys there is something that I would like to do one day.