|This pic from the Steamworks website|
I expected a dirty, sleazy place with the floor sticky with cum, full of fat, elderly guys who couldn't get sex any other way. I apologize for being cruel, but that's what I thought. I couldn't have been more wrong.
The entrance was modern, clean and attractive with security systems much in evidence. I paid $30 for the smallest cubicle (the last one available!) and made my way down a confusing labyrinth of dimly-lit hallways full of switchbacks and dead ends, past glass-walled rooms with men making out in showers and hot tubs. Dozens of naked men were in view at all times, most with a thick white towels tied around themselves while porn played on several flat-screen TVs .
All the men were gorgeous specimens younger than me, the majority with lovely muscles and shaved chests. About 40% of the clientele were magnificent black man (I assume on the 'down-low'.) The rest were white men in their 30s and 40s with quite a few twinky Asian boys and young frat boys thrown into the mix.
Most disconcerting of all was the absolute silence except for the head-thumping techno-pop music. NO ONE SPOKE but somehow managed to hook up by some non-verbal signals. Naked men were everywhere, prowling around after their prey; others were kissing or sucking cock surrounded by an audience, many jerking off as they watched.
Other men were waiting in cubicles with the door open, either on their hands and knees, doggie fashion, with their assholes pointed at the door (EWWW!!) or on their backs, legs spread wide open, playing with their cocks.
In larger room, a muscular black man was topping another black man, doggie fashion... just pounding away, while several men watched, tugging at their cocks.
I circled around and around, hopelessly lost and increasingly
To my surprise, it was very nice. There was a smallish single bed with fresh sheets, pillow, a bedside table with a few condoms on it and a full length mirror installed horizontally on the wall opposite the bed. Wow! It would be hot to have a mirror like that at home!
I rested a bit to get a little less freaked out and then made several brave and naked forays into Sodom and Gomorrah ... joking... scurrying back to the safety of my cubicle between each. I was again followed by hot men, watched closely by many others with some brushing up against me as we passed. Hot! And scary!
On my various trips, I found my way through the maze, went to the washroom and had a shower. In the glass-walled shower room, I was joined instantly by two hot guys silently watching me and fondling their cocks but not speaking. I didn't know any of the signals or protocols.... was I to just grab their cocks and go for it? Disconcerting!
I found it intensely erotic, sexually-charged, terrifying and depressing all at the same time. But I was beyond exhausted, having been awake for over 20 hours. I retreated to my cubicle promising myself that I would hook up with some guys in the morning and slept soundly for over five hours.
I awoke at 7:00 am with one of the worst headaches I ever had. It was excruciating to even blink my eyes, probably caused by the beer I drank earlier, dehydration, the techno music thumping continuously and a strong smell of pot. I emerged from my cubicle and, incredibly, there were as many hot cruising guys as before. I drank some water and had another shower (again, with an audience) but my headache was worse than ever.
I emerged into the fresh air and morning sunshine of Church Street feeling like Dorothy leaving the Land of Oz.
I want to go back to Steamworks one day... I need to give it another try.