Before I get into my second adventure in a sauna, I’ll tell you about what happened after my first adventure. I had been thrilled to taste not one, but two cocks and swallowed two loads.

I was absolutely buzzing. I went back to my hotel room and lay in bed with the thoughts and images and recent memories flowing through my head in an erotic slide show. I remembered little detail like the second guy putting his hand on my head and pushing my face deeper into his bush and his cock deeper in my throat. I was hard as a rock, and I wanked and wanked. I thought that after the first time I came I would have that post nut guilt that I’d known when always jerking off to gay thoughts or with a finger in my ass. But, strangely, not. I just still felt horny. I was a little drunk (who doesn’t have a little false courage before a first visit like that) but I think I tugged myself four or five times that night as I drifted in and out of sleep and in and out of erotic, gay, vivid dreams.

When I woke the next morning, after a very broken night, I still was just impressed with myself more than anything. I had done it. I had experimented and the results were positive. In the back of my mind was a little voice that told me I needed to never do it again. The itch had been scratched. I believed it for a bit.

I worked in London and stayed for another two nights before going home. I forgot about my adventure as I facetimed Cathy, which was easy and also helpful. Not that she could have expected anything, but it was not on my face or in my words. It turned out I could be a decent liar, which I was less impressed about. A decent liar and as it would appear a decent cocksucker.

I thought about that. All my life girls had struggled to get me off manually or orally. For me it pretty much always took vaginal (or anal) penetration and quite a lot of effort. Two guys had unloaded in my mouth inside ten minutes each. Wonderful. Impressed.

When I went home, I wondered, as I entered the house, how I would feel about my actions. I didn’t consider them infidelity, which was a strange way to think. If I had so much as kissed another woman I would have been wracked with remorse and self-loathing. Without trying I had completely compartmentalised and had made peace with myself. Or had I? Was I just in denial? I don’t know, probably, but it worked. I didn’t feel like the asshole I was being. Lying isn’t clever and I knew that. But I also knew the truth helped no-one. I found a peace in that.

It also wasn’t long after entering the house that I entered Cathy. I fucked her hard and threw her about, moving position and left us both panting and sweating afterwards. She kissed me on the cheek as we lay and said she’d forgotten how it could be when I’d been away for a few days. That was a moment for me. That made what I had done more okay than anything. Was I so sexually wired I wanted every sexuality? Was I fucking to prove something? Was I just driven by the guilt I wasn’t feeling? I don’t know, but the enduring reality of the matter is that my married sex life has never been better. For Cathy. Oh, I enjoy it, and maybe that’s being with my best friend, but when I think about sex I think about a whole different experience.

So, I thought I’d scratched the itch. I was wrong. If I had scratched all I’d done was spread the rash. I wanted back. I wanted the whole rush of changing, showering, watching, being watched, a hand on my ass, a cock against me, in my mouth or better giving me what I had thought about for what seemed like a lifetime. I had never fully understood why I wanted to be fucked but I knew that was the itch that really needed scratched. I knew I’d eventually go back.

It wasn’t for a few months, but I did go back, and I did (sort of) get what I want. I also got more than I bargained for.

I was in London again and out for drinks with colleagues after a long day. We drank pints and gin and by 10.30 or so I was getting a little drunk. The group was breaking up and I told everyone I was also heading back to my hotel. One of the others suggested we share an uber, but I declined. I said I wanted a walk. That was true.

I was also walking a different direction.

I’d been in the toilets earlier and just looked at the guy beside me and then at his cock as he took it out. I don’t know why but just seeing it, being a little pissed and knowing the Pleasuredome was maybe only a 30-minute walk from that pub in Covent Garden triggered something in me. As we sat drinking and laughing, I was aware that I was a little less engaged and a little withdrawn. I was thinking cock. I was also debating what I should do in my head. It was the old angel v devil debate. Don’t, wife, itch scratched, work tomorrow, late, be good, you’ll regret it if you do on one side and on the other… desire. Lust. Cock. Need. You’ll regret it if you never. I was always going to.

I walked with the adrenaline buzz again. I walked past people in the street and loved thinking that my goal was to get naked and get fucked in my ass by some guy I had never met before, and they didn’t know. It was a weird sexy secret and I felt my own cock stiffen in my trousers.

I arrived, paid, and went to the locker area. It was a Thursday night and a little busier than the first time. I drank it in. Men of all ages and shapes undressing, some dressing (presumably after some adventure of their own), and what hung in the air was an atmosphere of sexual anticipation. I loved it. I opened my locker and just stripped. I felt free. I wanted to be seen naked, and being there, with a smooth round and very pale, hairless bum, by someone who wanted to lust after by backside and get hard thinking what they would do. It was intoxicating to make myself so obscenely sexually available. I knew some looked at me, just as I looked at the range of cocks and bodies on show. Sure, some guys were better looking and there were fat and thin guys, but I didn’t care. I was not going to discriminate on looks or size. I was turned on by turning on, and I didn’t care who. So weird. So not my heterosexual very choosy when it came to looks life!

I showered and started to cruise.

Despite being horny to bursting, and it being late, I wanted to savour the whole thing. Sure, the place was slightly damp (sauna after all, and there was a sauna and a pool) ad it smelled of a whole bunch of male smells I only found this assault on my senses to be building my excitement. It was badly lit, and dark in places. This time I took in more of what was going on. I sat in a room and watched some porn with guys all stroking themselves slowly, eyes fixed on the screen. I just wanted to stroke everyone, but wondered what the etiquette was. I didn’t, but I watched these two guys in the corner making out and playing with each other. One was clearly on top and was squeezing the other guy’s cock as they kissed. That guy had his hands round the back of the first guy’s head, pulling the kiss close. I enjoyed them for a few moments. Their intimacy turned me on.

I left and wandered. I stopped and watched a bit as I passed an alcove, sort of padded area where I could hear moaning from. The hatch to it was open so I looked in. One young skinny guy was on his knees on all fours with his back arched and his eyes closed, head back as an older guy with a round belly was slowing fucking him. I accidentally made eye contact with the older guy and he just looked at me and continued to move in and out slowly as younger moaned. I watched for a bit and moved on.

I heard other cabins with moaning. I saw a guy on his knees giving a blowjob in the corridor, and again I caught the eye of the guy getting it. He smiled and I smiled back in what felt like a weird “hi there”.

I walked past a darkened room, the dark room as it aptly turned out and could see shapes writhing and moaning coming from it. I wanted to go in, but I drew the line at that. I wasn’t brave enough for that. Yet.

I had seen enough. It was time for me to find something. How? Turned out it was easy.

I went into the steam room and sat on a bench. It was pretty full and I sat beside this guy who was leaning back with his eyes closed. He was a bit younger than me, but it was hard to tell in the dark. He sat up with my presence beside him, and I don’t know how it happened, but we started kissing. Hard. Tongues and pulling close.

As a brief aside, I was conflicted about kissing. In all my sexual fantasies about men, there was never kissing. Yes, guys would put cocks in my mouth and ass, cum on my face, cum in me and on my ass. Fluids would be swapped, but never kissing. So when Simon (as I was to find out shortly) started kissing me I just went with it.

So, we started kissing and I loved it. I could feel his stubble and taste his mouth. I could feel the strength in his body as his hands went round the back of my head. I could feel his tongue pushing into my mouth. He was definitely kissing me. I wanted more.

We kissed for a bit, tiny towels not at all hiding our erections, oblivious to everyone else in the room. Were they watching as I had watched? I don’t know, because what I did next surprised me, but then again, there was one thing I knew how to do, so I did it. I pushed my hand under his towel and felt his cock hard. I pulled his towel away and started stoking it. Then I pulled away from his mouth and bent down and took his cock in mine. I licked his end and started to bob up and down. He rested his hand on my head and pushed me down.

It wasn’t a great angle, so I got up and got on my knees in from of him and was able to put it in my mouth much better. My towel was on the bench so I was aware that I was completely naked in a room full on men and I was on my knees sucking one off. I looked up at simon and he was enjoying it, so I carried on, savouring the feeling of the cock in my mouth and the delicious gaging.

It turns out the other guys must have been watching because as I was sucking away I felt a different hand on my ass and a finger slid down my crack. It was then pushed into my asshole and I gasped. It explored and played for a couple of seconds and then came out. I looked round and a guy was walking out. Another guy was watching. I had no idea who had just fingered me.

I looked up at Simon and I could tell he was in a good place. I got back to work. Then I felt him lift my face off his cock.

“Let’s get a cock into that peachy bum of yours.” I nodded back. Oh yes, oh yes.

We left the steam room and he said he had a private room. We went into it and lay beside each other on the plastic mattress and started kissing and talking and touching. He asked my name and told me his. He asked if I had experience, and I told him the truth. He gave me poppers and said it would help.

However I could tell he was very drunk. And his penis had just realised as well. He lay back and was mumbling a bit as I kneeled beside him and played with his cock. Sometimes it got hard, but it didn’t last. It was quite funny, really. He was quite embarrassed. I didn’t care, I enjoyed the naked chat with a man and the kissing and touching. It was all a part of a journey.

“I’ll go and find someone else for you.” He said, and got up and left the room swaying a little. I said “sure” and lay on the bed and waited. I thought about leaving, but he was a good looking man and I was sure he could find someone. There I was waiting for one man I wanted to have sex with find another man, just for the sole purpose of fucking me. I thought about Simon watching and that being the thing that turned him on and then he could have his turn on me. I was very turned on by the time he came back.

I suspect, dear reader, you want a story now about how Simon came back with some hunky guy and my first full gay sexual experience was with two men and how I sucked and got fucked and they came over me and I was delirious with lust. That wasn’t the case. He came back alone. We sat and chatted a bit, naked and occasionally kissing, but the mood was gone. If I was to get what I wanted it would be with someone else, so I eventually left him to his poppers and probably a sleep.

I wandered again, and I felt a sight sigh that my night would end with a nice experience, but not what I wanted. Then I saw him.

I was at the top of a small set of stairs and he was at the bottom. We caught each other’s eye and he walked towards me, holding the gaze until he was right in front of me and started kissing me with a passionate intent. I never got his name, but he was young, probably early 30s and a fit black muscular gorgeous and sexy man. This was the first, but not the last time, I would find myself with someone who was so much sexier than me. It’s a funny thing that in the gay sauna, I just know that if if were men and women, not just men, there would be no such gap!

We kissed and he led me to one of the rooms that was through a swing door. He lay back on the mattress and removed his towel from his waist. His cock was magnificent. It was long, probably 8 inches (?) and thick. My cock twitched at the sight. I lay beside him, as he definitely wanted and stroked him as we kissed. He didn’t touch me, but his hand explored the side of my body and he pulled me too him as his finger just brushed my asshole. I had wondered how men know about roles, but with him I didn’t need to wonder.

I went down on him and did what I had done before, started stroking with my hand as I sucked. He pulled my hand away and pushed my head down onto him until I gagged. He let me up and repeated. His cock was so hard in my mouth and I could sense moisture at the end. I knew how he felt, I knew his cock was not far from coming and that made me most excited of all.

I had read somewhere in my ‘research’ into gay sex, and more specifically, bottoming that when your lover’s cock is big the thing to do is to straddle him and ease it in. I had lube with me (taken from the encounter with Simon) and a couple of condoms. As I sucked on him, I used a hand to put lube on my ass and started pushing in my finger, hoping to be able to take him without pain. My cock twitched with such excitement as I let his fingers take over in lubing me. I was bobbing on his cock, and he fingered me, slowly at first but then with an aching and squirm inducing speed. I wanted him in me. I couldn’t wait.

I pulled the condom on him, as he laid back, now with his hands behind his head, watch me as I sat on his stomach and reached behind me. I stoked his head against my hole a few times and loved the way his mouth opened slightly with pleasure and anticipation. I knew I didn’t really know what I was doing, and I hoped I could find a rhythm to get him off. I pushed hard with his tip against me and arched my back to open my hole.

It slipped in and slipped in fast.

I yelped and almost jumped off him. It stung like fuck. I had wanted this for my entire adult life and was I honestly going to discover that anal sex was something that hurt me? Fucking hell!

I sat back on the mattress looking at him, legs spread in front of me, my ass still tingling.

“Man, I’m so sorry.” I said. I was feeling a bit stupid.

“No worries he said.” There was a look in his eye as he crawled towards me, and pushed me back slowly and lay on me, between my legs with his face against mine.

“We can try again.” He started kissing me then again. Hard. I could feel his cock digging into my leg and I went with it. I opened my legs and pulled them up and round him. He stopped kissing and reached down. He positioned his head against my hole for the second time, and this time he pushed. I was lubed and had been opened, so it slid in again. It didn’t sting, but it felt huge. It was new and I gasped. He smiled. “Better?” I nodded. He pushed in further, and I pulled my legs up to open for him.

Then he was all in. he was all in and he started kissing me again. His tongue in my mouth and his cock in my ass. He was grinding. I felt full. I felt sexual. I felt dirty and I wanted him so much.

He then started to fuck. Pulling out slowly until his tip was nearly out and then thrusting back in. I have to say it was not comfortable, but it was strangely wonderful. He just fucked a few hard thrusts and then stopped for more kissing. Then he started again, it was all slow.

He pulled his cock out after a few moments and asked me to roll over. I did and lay flat on my stomach. He positioned me by pulling my hips up. My face was in a dirty plastic mattress and I was pointing my exposed ass in the air, waiting for his very hard cock.

This time he fucked harder. I yelped again with each thrust. He fucked for a minute, and I looked round at him. His eyes were closed, and he looked in heaven. In my ass. That’s what I had wanted.

He was very start and stop. I thought he might be holding back from coming, and he took the condom off, and I started sucking him again. I wanted him to come in my mouth a lot. He didn’t. He stopped me as he gasped. I knew he was so close.

But…we were out of condoms. Fuck. I said I would get more, so I grabbed my towel, left him in the room and found the bar through the maze where there was a bowl of condoms and lube. I took loads of both.

So, like the last encounter you are definitely expecting that I went back and me and this young guy fucked until he came and then he jerked me off or something. Well, no. in real life sometimes people who are still a bit drunk, in a badly lit maze walk round in a horny circle for a while and eventually find the room which was empty. I’d been away for ages, so I guessed he was bored and merrily fucking someone else. It sort of took the wind out of my sails, and it just came to me to go back to the hotel and have a wank.

I got changed and headed for the exit, which was down some stairs. At the top of the stairs, (the area was very brightly lit) I heard a voice calling “hey, man”. I looked round and it was him.

“You coming back in?” He wanted me. So I’m not sure why I answered the way I did.

“Nah, sorry, I’m done.” I kissed him and walked down the stairs and into the street. I regretted it almost immediately. I don’t know why I stopped. To this day, and despite everything that has since happened my best sexual fantasy is saying ‘yes’ and going back inside with him. Showering together and starting over. His orgasm in a final huge thrust. But we didn’t. It’s a genuine regret.

I went back to the hotel. I lay there in the dark, my own junk on my stomach and my ass still throbbing a little and knew I was hooked. I was gone and it was good.

I maybe thought I’d find him again. Nope. Hasn’t happened yet.

I asked last time for readers to tell me who they were and thanks to everyone who commented or sent me a message. Sorry, if I haven’t responded, its just that life is busy and sitting with my wife exchanging emails with other guys sitting with their wives about our love for cock is high risk! I will respond.

It seems I am not alone. We are a definite tribe. There are also many who wrote and were wondering about taking that first leap. I cannot say do or don’t do. Your life is your life, but I hope you enjoy my story either way.

So, thanks for reading, responding and reviewing. Appreciated.

Until next time….and there is a next time….