I'd been having these feelings for a few months; I'm not sure exactly when it started. I've always enjoyed looking at porn on the Internet, but recently I'd gradually stopped looking so much at women, and started more and more searching out men. Pretty young boys with oiled bodies, hairless chests and huge erect cocks. Older guys covered in hair, and with big, thick, meaty cocks. I began to start wondering what it would be like to have one of those monster dicks in my mouth; how it would feel to be fucked up the arse by some big hairy bloke.
My name's Paul, I'm 31, and happily married for seven years. Well, I suppose I can't be that happy with Sheila, otherwise I wouldn't be thinking about an affair, especially with someone of my own sex. I'm a successful self-employed computer engineer and programmer in...let's just say a city in the northern half of Scotland. I'm six feet tall with neat brown hair, a pleasant enough face, and a chunky but firm body. And I suppose I'd have to describe myself as bi-curious.
For the first 30 years of my life I had never even thought about men as sexual objects. I've never been homophobic, but I always fancied girls, and Sheila and I have a reasonably good sex life. Yet I couldn't deny that as I gazed at all these horny guys on my home PC my prick was twitching in my pants. The trouble was, I had no idea what to do about it. I'm not aware of an active gay scene in this area. Well, being straight, why would I be? I've never paid for sex in my life yet, one night, feeling randy and frustrated, I actually found myself checking out gay prostitutes in Scotland. There didn't seem to be any in our city, they were mostly concentrated in Edinburgh and Glasgow. I get down there on business occasionally, and I started to seriously think about it. Then, quite by chance, I came across the fact that there is one gay sauna here.
It's called Allmans. I lay in bed that night, weighing it up. Of course, in a place like that I couldn't guarantee that my curiosity would be satisfied, not like with someone paid to screw me; but at the same time, the entry fee was a lot less than an escort's charges, and what did I have to lose?
I discovered the place was down an alleyway, just off a main street I drive along every day to work. I'd never dreamed it existed -- it's not in a location where you'd stumble on it by accident. I had a good look at the website, and every day my eyes drifted towards that alley as I drove past. One evening I walked down there after work. I took off my wedding ring and hung about the entrance to the alley for probably fifteen minutes, but lost my nerve. A couple of evenings later I went again. After ten minutes of hesitation I got angry with myself, and stomped through the front door of Allmans before I had a chance to think about it.
I found myself in a wood-panelled reception area about the size of a phone box. It gave no clue of what went on inside, other than a framed black and white photo of a naked young male torso. There was a service window on the right, and when I pressed a buzzer a guy appeared, about 40, with a crew cut and a white vest revealing huge pecs and biceps and an artificial tan. He asked me if I'd been there before and, after taking my money, buzzed me through and gave me a quick tour. First stop was a bar serving complimentary fruit juices. Past that was a changing area with lockers, and a Jacuzzi big enough for six or eight people. Down a corridor there was a steam room, a sauna, showers and a sunbed. On the walls were very explicit photographs of young blokes, and several posters extolling the virtues of condoms and safe sex. There were a few men wandering around, with towels tucked around their wastes, all ages, carefully eyeing each other, assessing the talent, so to speak. It put me in mind of a cattle market. Normally I might have expected to be repulsed by that, but that evening I found it strangely arousing, even exciting.
At the end of the corridor was a flight of stairs. My guide showed me the massage room, where a rather bored looking young man was sitting reading a book. Beyond that was a lounge, with several leather armchairs and sofas, and a massive widescreen TV showing porn videos. At that point there was an extreme close-up of a beautiful boy of about 20 sucking off an older man who groaned noisily. Finally, I was shown another corridor where there were six numbered closed doors. "These are the relaxation rooms" he told me. We went into one and I saw what he meant. The room was low-lit, and sparsely furnished. There was just a wooden block against one wall on which was a double mattress, covered with a single sheet. There were also two shelves in the room. On one stood a small TV, playing a silent feed of the same film I'd seen in the lounge. The other shelf held two wicker baskets, one overflowing with condoms, the other containing sachets which my host told me contained lubricant.
I felt butterflies in my stomach as I undressed and showered. I decided to try the sauna first. There were three other men in there, and they nodded a greeting as I entered. Two of them were quietly talking to each other, the third was sitting back with his eyes closed and gently playing with himself. I took the opportunity to glance at their cocks and decided I measured up quite well. Mine is quite thick and sinuous, circumcised, and a decent six inches. Only one of them looked bigger, and he was hung like a Hereford bull. I settled back and enjoyed the heat prickling my body. After a couple of minutes I realised that, without even thinking about it, my hand had strayed to my prick and started to lightly stroke it to hardness.
After another ten minutes or so it seemed like there was no action in the sauna -- to be honest, I don't know what I expected -- so I decided to have another shower then sit in the lounge for a while. The room was deserted, and I settled on a sofa. I've never really been turned on by porn movies in the past -- I prefer the real thing -- but as I sat watching a black bodybuilder screwing a skinny white kid's arse I found my cock was starting to rise, and I stroked my fingertips along it to help it on the way.
