The week had started much like any other. Work, work and more work. Juggling family with building a successful business had become increasingly demanding, not least emotionally. Yet the more he earned, the greater the pressures, the more he seemed to need his release, emotional release. He felt trapped, as if caught in a vicious, cruel snare. It tightening the more he struggled to free himself, clamping around him, frustrating his attempts to obtain true freedom. The freedom to be himself.
And so by Wednesday he'd become desperate. Desperate for a time out, for a break, to step off the treadmill, however brief, desperate to release the tension. After many years of living like this, as he'd married and built his business, he recognised the signs. At times like this, as his urge reached its peak, becoming a strong and irresistible force, he knew to survive was to surrender. Whether attending meetings, at the gym, out with friends or enjoying time at home with the family and visiting relatives, the urge dominated his every moment, both awake and in dream, like being run over by a speeding car. It knocked him off balance, ripping him out of his normal life.
And so he found himself at the steering wheel of his car; the drive a blur. Having left the office with a tired excuse of a sick relative, he drove as fast as he dare. Every traffic light, junction and traffic jam like a dagger through his heart. It ached as the seconds and minutes passed agonisingly by. The adrenaline coursed through his veins, thick and heavy, filling his body, heightening his senses, urging him forward. His hands, clammy, gripped the steering wheel tightly, twisting, fingers tensed, knuckles white, turning the leather in his vice like grip. His muscles spasmed and shook with nervous apprehension. The feeling of anticipation surged, ebbing and flowing, causing him to drift in and out of a trancelike state.
And so it was that less than an hour after having finished his presentation to his investors, having parked his car a little away from the entrance — as was his cautious routine on such occasions, the carpark much to open and conspicuous for his self-conscious — he scampered along the sidewalk, chin pressed to chest, hands pushed deep into pockets, covering the five hundred yards to the Sauna in seconds. He held down the buzzer, waited for the click signalling its release, pushed forward and stepped inside.
Perched on a high stool by the entrance, a slim, youthful man wearing tight-fitting sky-blue shorts and a white cropped top greeted him, "Welcome." His smooth bare legs, tanned, uncrossed themselves as he rose from the stool. "Is it your first time here, darling?"
"No," he replied. "I've been here before, a few times." He glanced over his shoulder as the buzzer accompanied another man through the door, then quickly looking away again, back to the attractive receptionist, "Although, it's been a little while."
"I understand." The receptionist smiled, holding his eyes for a moment longer than necessary, placing a neatly folded towel and a locker key onto the counter. "Well, it's the same as always, really. But it's crazy busy today, loads of girls, which is great. It's fourteen pounds for the day, please."
Struggling to hold his hands steady as the excitement built inside him, he handed the youthful man the entrance fee, grabbed the fluffy white towel and key attached to its pink-coloured rubber band and made his way to the changing room.
By now, his passions advanced toward fever pitch. He drank in the array of photographs of near-naked, muscular men in tight white pants that adorned the walls of the changing room. He strained to pick out the pleasure-filled groans that carried in the air mixed with the hum of techno-music and quiet chatter. The alluring scent of cheap perfume, aftershave and baby oil filled his nostrils, awakening his manhood. I doubted that anyone other than a sexually frivolous, gay man could quite understand the attraction of such a place. Undressed, he wrapped the towel around his waist, allowing his erect cock to hang between a gap at the front. Yes, an act of awful vulgarity, but that was the way of things here. Having secured the locker, he yanked the pink band over his ankle, and, ready for a unique variety of business, the businessman headed upstairs.
Lunchtime is peak-time at the city's gay sauna. Several men, some old, others younger, some large, others skinny, all naked aside from a skimpy white towel and pink rubber band, had gathered tightly in a semi-circle, cocks in hand, pleasuring themselves or each other, some furiously, others more gently, all watching another man, this one also naked, hairy and fully erect, eating the ass of a skinny 'girl' who had assumed a most welcoming position bent over with hands wrapped around ankles. It was scenes like this that brought him back here, the common interests of men with a strong often uncontrollable sexual attraction in other men dressed as girls.
But right now group fun wasn't what he fancied. No, he wanted the intimacy of a one-on-one liaison. The need for intimacy had developed in him more recently. While at first his urge sought only the joys of flesh, the taste of another man, it now needed more to gain satisfaction. He left the group and headed along a darkened corridor to the centre of the sauna. Doors on either side, leading to an open area with settees and rugs. He paused for a moment in front of a large mirror to adjust his towel and admire his body. Then he saw her.
Standing an entire head above those around her, her blonde hair tied in a bun atop her head, gracing her a with several inches more than necessary, she appeared to float above the crowd. She wore heavy make-up, clownish, thick on her ageing features; but she carried it with such grace and authority that his cock twitched furiously as his eyes swallowed her fineness. Dressed in a tight fitting faux-leather dress that revealed her boyish figure, like a giant drag queen, she left little to the over-aroused imaginations of her many admirers. Her hips slender, her body tight, firm behind and with the all important, albeit subtle, mound revealing her hidden secrets. A swarm of hungry admirers surrounded her, their mouths pouring out compliments, hands pawing at her body.
A reserved man, he'd learn the hard way that timidness went unrewarded in the sauna. Instead, sauna etiquette required he act fast and without hesitation or go without. With that in mind, he headed straight toward her, pushing past several other men to stand before her, smiling. She returned his smile with her own, and for a moment he thought he might wet himself, such was her beauty.
"Hello there," she said, her lips painted deep red, large and luscious, they moved teasingly as she spoke, revealing her brilliant white teeth across which she swept her pink tongue.
