Peter found a lounge chair near the far and more isolated side of the pool away from the older men inhabiting the other side near the pool.  A couple had entered from doors leading elsewhere, one older gentleman with a lightly haired body and another who stared right at him.  Not only that, the man stroked his dick and then blew him a kiss.  This was turning out to be more than just an ordinary bathhouse.<br/><br/>The boy could only give a shy smile before turning his eyes away in embarrassment.  It was one thing to be fawned over by girls which he had been at school, but being sought after by a man was uncharted territory for him.<br/><br/>With quick glances here and there, he noticed others staring at him as well.  The blond man at the bar was one of them, and he was now apparently conversing with the gentleman who'd just groped himself in Peter's direction.<br/><br/>The sudden small light of a burning match brought his gaze back to the older gentleman with the hirsute body who was now lighting his cigar.  He, as well, looked at Peter, and the boy suddenly felt very uncomfortable.  Peter was beginning to think that staking this place out to see just what his father was doing all these times was a bad idea, but he would wait a little longer.  They were only looking at him, after all, and if they wanted to look well...let them.