What I used to believe was a vulgar and depraved lifestyle ended up changing my life completely around. I'm 31 years old, and have been straight as an arrow since adolescence. I'm your average looking white man, nothing to really brag about, yet never had any complaints from the few women I've shared a bed with. I have a slightly big build, and a gut on me that I was now determined to get rid of. So, like every other guy, I raced off to join the gym, and set out to change my overall appearance.
I began a daily workout, and was faithful in going everyday. But it was there that I began to feel the long forgotten feelings of my past. Pumping the weight and feeling the pounds shed from me made me feel rehabilitated, and attractive once more. But it was during my daily showers after my workouts that my eyes would wander and see the healthy, attractive men about the club. Since I had no girlfriend at the time, my mind was drifting through many of my primitive fantasies. The sight of nude male flesh and tone muscles sent me back to my teenage years, when I used to stare openly at the other guys in my gym class. I then recalled a sizable, yet unspoken crush I had on one of the guys, Jeremy. He was the most handsome guy I had ever seen, and every day I looked so forward to seeing his tone and chestnut hued skin naked every day.
As the days progressed, I found myself more and more drawn into my insatiable curiosities about a man’s body. My inquisitiveness led to searching the internet, only to discover just how much I appreciated looking at a healthy man’s body. It was becoming my foremost thoughts at work, and at the gym. I then began joining the hardcore gay porn sites-- opening my eyes up to a whole new realm of forbidden love. My first live cam to cam chat with another man produced one of my most powerful orgasms I could recall in recent memory. I truly felt as if I were a teenage virgin once more-- bent on finding the right match.
I decided to visit one of the local gay bathhouses in the city where I lived. Since it was a rather large city, I knew that a lot of choice men would be there seeking the same as I. The mere possibility that my inner most desires could be fulfilled left me shivering that entire day. After a long shower, and primping myself like a first date, I made my way to the bathhouse. Once there, I was greeted with a warm smile by the receptionist. I knew he could tell this was my first time, so he took an extra interest in making sure I was well received. Walking in to the main floor, my eyes soon saw a multitude of male couples together. I saw my first man to man kiss, one that was lengthy and obviously very tender. I stopped to watch the coupling before realizing how much of an idiot I must have looked like. I nervously made my way to the bar, and got myself a beer. Casting me a sly smile, the charming bartender asked me what I was looking for tonight, and I simply replied; “A nice hunk.” The bartender swiftly got a business card, and wrote something on it, and handed it to me.
“Take this to the massage suite, and tell them you want the works.” Said the well-mannered bartender.
“The works?” I naively asked.
“Yea. All of our first timers get a full body massage by Gregory. I think you’ll like him.” He said.
Nodding, I quickly made my way to where he instructed me. It was like going down a darkened tunnel. I could tell I was getting further into the seedier element of the club as I began hearing the mellow cries and moans of various men. Several men stood outside various doorways, watching (what I thought was) a video room. Turned out to be all different couples making love to each other. My first room I passed by had a gorgeous black man mounted upon a shuddering white man. As if they had a will of their own, my feet stopped. It was amazing… there, in the confines of the adjoining room were two men engaged in pure, lust filled sex. The strapping black man hurled himself repeatedly into his lover’s ass, clutching round ass cheeks in desperation. His body, glazed in a fine sheet of perspiration. His luscious flesh glowed in the candlelight that softly illuminated their bedroom.
I had to move on, otherwise my pent up energy would be purged quicker than I hoped. I tried to keep my eyes to the floor, but couldn’t help hearing yet another couple crying out in ecstasy as orgasm declared it’s lust filled victory.
I reached the main massage suite as the attendant took my card, showing me into the main parlor. Inside, I was amazed by the lavishness of the setting. Warm steam bellowing throughout the wooden chamber as mirrors decorated the walls. To the right, I saw a vast massage table and several oil chalices that were kept warm by simmering water. The chalices contained a wide assortment of body oils; scented and ready for the men.
“Why don’t you undress, and lay on the table? Gregory will be in any time.” Said the courteous attendant.
The attendant walked out, and I finally realized what was about to happen. I nervously swallowed my fear as the steam began filling my nostrils. It was soothing to feel… that plus the soft, erotic music that resonated in the room. The perfect setting for seduction and beauty.
Layer by layer, I shed my clothes, and made my way to the spongy massage table. I had to keep catching my breath as I sprawled out on my stomach, I was that nervous. Soon, the doorway opened as I finally could see who this Gregory was.
I couldn’t believe it. He was the most handsome, muscular man I had ever seen. I was honestly expecting a more average looking man, but this was well beyond my deepest hopes. He appeared to be Greek, mystifying chiseled features that decorated his colossal, beefy body. His curved pecks glistened in the steam as I watched his loveliness approach me, dressed in a small white towel that carelessly clung to his rigid waist. His skin held the deepest hue of bronzed flesh I had ever seen. His legs, each one a pure work of art that held broad, lean muscle. I truly felt like I was watching a Greek God step off his marble throne.
“Hi, I’m Gregory.” He said in a thick, comforting voice I already loved.
“I’m Brian. Nice to finally meet you.” I replied, staring into his irresistible dark eyes.
It was as if a invisible force kept our eyes welded together. Like the tender spirits of homosexual prowess drew our eyes together, making us realize our potential. But I thought to myself this is all probably a show to welcome their guests. But something was truly different. I could see it in this beautiful man’s eyes.
Gregory reluctantly stepped over to the oil chalices, picking up a large green one.
“I think I’ll start you out with the Ancient Forest aroma first.” Gregory said, looking at me with a thin handsome smile over his vast shoulder.
I returned his smile, sitting up in curiosity. “Ancient Forest?” I naively asked.
Turning around, Gregory filled his palm with a sample for me to smell. “Yea, it has like all the actual scents of life in the wild. Makes a man go back to his primitive state of mating in the wild.” He said, offering his hand to my nose.
I eagerly inhaled, drawing in the thick scents of evergreen and oak. He was indeed right. Just the smell alone relaxed me, making me feel at ease with my strapping Greek God. My eyes lifted to his, catching his gaze through my brow. A seductive, telling smile graced his angular face as he then poured the oil across my shoulders. I melted right there just feeling another man’s powerful touch. My heart fluttered as a low moan came from me.
“You like?” asked Gregory in a more assuring voice.
All I could do was nod yes.
