His eyes kept moving from the floor to the man's ass in front of him, it's swaying becoming near hypnotic as they walked.  It was a good distraction from the other men eying him up and down.  Peter still questioned what he was doing, but his hormones were surging.  His dick was hard, and it was difficult to think between right and wrong, especially in this place.  He said nothing on the way to the room, even when Marcus asked him inside.<br/><br/>The boy was hesitant.  His crystalline eyes looked into the room to find a masterfully turned down bed in unblemished white.  On a small table beside the bed was a small silver platter with bottles of water, lube, and condoms.  He cautiously moved forward, standing in the doorway to get a better look, and as he did, he felt a warm hand rest on his side.  It didn't seem to force him in, but the touch was hopeful.  As he looked into the room, he could see that it was equipped with a 19" flat screen television across from the bed.  Olympia Baths spared no expense for their guests, offering the best streaming pornographic flicks in case any of their guests wanted a little ambiance to accompany them during their conquests.<br/><br/>Peter finally walked into the room, heading toward the bed.  He stared at it for a long moment until the click of the lock behind him caught his attention.  The boy turned his head to see the man standing with his arms crossed to his chest, a smirk on his face.  The young man turned fully to face him then.  "S-so..."  He said softly, one hand moving up to rub the back of his neck.  The young man shivered slightly, unsure of what to do as the man looked at him, but then Marcus came toward him.  He was scared, that was for sure, but his cock remained excited despite how he felt.