There were a couple of men in line ahead of me. When I got to the window I was asked if I wanted a room or locker. I said room, and was told the cost was $30. (I’m going by memory here, it might have been cheaper.) I paid cash, and was given a towel, a key, a condom, and a packet of lube. I was buzzed through the door.

I entered a hallway, and found the stairway to the 2nd floor. Guys wearing only towels passed on their way down.

I entered the 2nd floor hallway and made my way to Room 224. It was my first visit, and I was more than a little nervous. The men with towels around their waist watched me as I walked down the hall, sizing me up. New meat.

The Spa is near downtown L.A. and is a place for men to hook up with other men. The rules are simple -- no drugs, no alcohol, no unprotected sex. Nudity is cool, but the men mostly kept their towels on while wandering around.

I opened the door to 224 and found a room the size of a large closet, a plastic mattress, a thin pillow, a locker, a trash can, and a TV. I closed the door and turned on the tube. I was quickly greeted by an image of a man receiving a blow job from another man.

I undressed. Naked, I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed out. The key was on a band that could slip around a wrist, or as I saw on some guys, an ankle.

I walked down the hallway and saw a few open doors of men in their rooms. One young guy was lying face-down, indicating he wanted to be fucked. An older man was propped up, watching the video feed, slowly stroking a thick cock. He glanced at me briefly then back at the screen. A third room showed a man on all fours, ass exposed, a small jar of lube next to him. He wanted to be fucked as well.

I headed to the end of the hallway and found the locker room. A couple of men were inside, one dressing, the other undressing.

I started back down the hall and found at the other end a video room with benches all around the walls. Four feeds were playing -- two gay, one straight, one bisexual. Men were seated, some in their towels, others with the towels open showing off their stuff. A couple of men stroked their cocks. One man was giving another a blow job.

I took a seat and had a hard time deciding whether to watch the videos or the live BJ across from me. Is it rude to watch? No. They wanted to be watched.

After a few minutes, the guys sucking stopped and said something. The other guy nodded, and they both left -- apparently to go to a private room for something more involved.

I stroked myself for a few minutes, got nicely hard, but no one seemed interested. I suppose the proper thing would be to suck them and maybe they’d return the favor. Instead, I got up and left.

Across the hall was another room. It had 9 booths, 3 along 3 walls. The fourth wall had a large king-size mattress. There were benches across from the mattress for observers. A couple of men sat there, watching nothing, doing nothing.

I went into a booth and realized they were glory hole booths. Holes cut in the walls.

There was a light that could be brightened or dimmed. A stool. The door had a lock, so I secured that, removed my towel and sat on the stool. I gently stroked my dick and fondled my nuts while I peeked through the hole into the next booth.

After maybe five minutes, someone entered. They dropped their towel and slid their cock and balls through the opening. It was a smallish uncut cock, brown. I touched it gently, and began to rub his small ball sack. Then I slid his flaccid dick into my mouth.

I was a little surprised that it was kind cold, apparently freshly washed. As it slid back and forth in my mouth, it grew stiff, the foreskin pulling back to expose the head. It came in at about 5”.

After a couple of minutes of sucking he pulled away. He leaned down and looked through the hole. “Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

I unlocked the door and he was inside a few seconds later. Young Filipino guy, good-looking, relatively hairless. He held the door open as he presented his cock for me to suck again, so I did. He kept looking around, and tried to angle himself so people could watch me blowing him.

Suddenly, a very large hard cock was thrust through the hole next to me. 9 inches? 10? I reached up and wrapped my hand around it while I sucked my Filipino friend. The long black cock was very hard -- eager.

My Filipino friend suddenly seemed jealous.

“That’s just some big black guy,” he said, and he pulled away, asking me to follow. He headed for the benches that were now empty. He sat down, spread his legs and pointed his hard-on at me. He wanted to be on public display.