This story carries my normal disclaimer/plea for this genre. As a female writer, there are many things I simply have to guess at or take the word of people who are more 'experienced' than me in this world. If I get any details wrong my apologies but hope you enjoy the story anyway.
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I couldn't believe I was finally going to do it but here I was standing at the entrance to 'Waves' a known gay bathhouse. On the wall behind the young man standing in the glass-fronted booth was a poster showing a pair of men locked in conversation. They both had bodies like Adonis and the strapline underneath stated, 'Waves, the place where you can make friends with people like you.' Their groin areas were covered in the tiniest of towels and both showed more than a hint of the swelling of an erection under the cloth.
"Temporary or full membership?" The young man said in a bored voice and it took a moment for his question to register.
"What's the difference?" I said, my eyes still glued to the poster. None of the men who had filed past me so far had looked like them, in fact, they had looked pretty normal. The nice thing was that as they had shown their membership cards a few had smiled at me, a couple had said "hi" and one even winked at me with the comment, "will see you later."
"Full membership gives you free access for a year," then he paused before he went on, "but of course, you will need to provide ID and a credit card."
I quickly responded with a hurried comment that temporary would be fine but didn't add the reason was I had no desire for my wife to discover a subscription fee to a gay bathhouse on our credit card.
"Your first time?... Daddy?" The young lad said with a glimmer of interest as he studied my 6'2" frame no doubt hoping I was a top. I knew enough about the gay community to understand the different roles and although my cropped grey hair and hairy body would at first glance indicate a bear my desires lay very much in the direction of being on the receiving end rather than doing the giving.
At 50 my marriage had reached a standstill with my wife losing all desire for sex as she went through the change. We still loved each other but there was no spark there anymore, especially now the second of our two daughters was married and had left home. I felt uncomfortable contemplating an affair with a woman although I would watch videos and chat with women half my age. Well, allegedly women as you could never be sure on the internet, but I was more nervous than them to use a webcam even though myself and my wife were in separate bedrooms.
Then, after a few years, I discovered the world of gay porn and things changed. On the first site I joined I was presented with three options; top, versatile or bottom. I don't know why I ticked bottom, but suddenly I moved from being the pursuer to being the pursued and it was as horny as hell. Within months I had bought a dildo from a sex shop on the side of the main road and a large tube of KY jelly. I was surprised how quickly the KY ran out but I was using it most nights as I chatted. The thought of being fucked started to overwhelm me and I couldn't wait to chat with other men who found me sexy and desirable.
I eventually plucked up the courage to use a webcam and with words of encouragement in my earphones, I would fuck myself to an orgasm as a random top would tell me what he would like to do to me in graphic detail. It wasn't that I fancied other men it was the excitement of being sexually desired coupled with the physical stimulation of my prostate that made me shoot my load.
Things took another step when after a hot cam session with a nice guy, we got chatting about taking things real. After discussing how we lived too far apart to meet he mentioned about going to a bathhouse. I read his words with bated breath as he described his first time at a bathhouse and how he had his cock sucked a few times before fucking a very willing but random bottom. He went on to say, "I go regularly now about once a month and always pop a viagra before I go to make sure I can breed plenty."
That started me on a search for somewhere that was close enough to be convenient but far enough away to be discrete. I eventually found 'Waves' which was 50 miles from home in a large city and had some great reviews about being discreet but a good place to hook up. I waited until my wife was visiting her sister for a few days before taking the plunge and driving over with a semi in my jeans and my heart fluttering like my first date.
I took the towel and locker key into the changing rooms and slowly started to undress trying to avert my eyes feeling a little embarrassed and even more unsure. Yet at the same time, I was sneaking glances at the range of cocks that were on display. Some of the men seemed to know each other, while others were openly eying each other up. Above the door leading out of the changing room and into the bathhouse itself was a sign saying "No towel Tuesday, no exceptions," which explained why they were all walking in naked.
Across the room, I surreptitiously watched a guy who was a few years younger than me and still in his forties working a cock ring over his semi-hard cock and balls. The way he manipulated his meat had me drooling and I felt my cock twitch as he gave his own a few tugs to make sure the ring was seated properly, then I quickly looked away before he caught me looking.
"Your first time?" Said a voice in front of me and looking up from where I was sitting I found a semi-hard cock in front of my face. I realised it was the same guy who I had been watching before as the black cock ring was clearly evident.
"The cleanup booths are over there," he said waving his hand towards some curtained cubicles, but when he saw the confused look on my face he laughed, "it really is your first time for any of this isn't it?"
I mumbled about being a virgin and saw his cock twitch with excitement as he said, "How about I help you get ready, show you around then pop that cherry for you."
It was all said so matter of factly I could feel my nerves fade away and standing I followed him to the booth. He pulled back the curtain and we both stepped in before he closed it behind us giving us a degree of privacy. There were an array of tubes and taps along with bottles in dispensers attached to the wall and he started to wash my lower body giving special attention to cleaning my ass. He told me his name was Ian and he had been a gay top all his life. I mumbled my reply that my name was Spencer which was a lie but was still too nervous to give my real name.
"Does your wife know?" he said tapping the indentation on my finger from where I had slipped my wedding ring off before entering the bathhouse.
"No," I said shyly.
"It will be OK," he replied as he slipped a finger into my ass, "She will never know... well as long as you clean all the seed out before you go home."
At that point, he did something with his finger that made my knees go weak and I let out a low moan. Looking into his eyes I kissed him deeply as I blindly felt for his cock which was hard as steel in my hand. It felt different from my own as I worked it gently, loving how he moaned into my mouth. My own cock was so stiff it was aching and as I bent over I felt him work a second finger into my ass. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to suck him, even though I had never done it to a real cock before. I had sucked my dildo on cam and on occasions masturbated onto it before sucking it clean, but this was another man's cock. I worked my head up and down, gagging as I sucked as deep as I could. Ian must have got some gel from one of the bottles on the wall as his fingers were sliding in and out with ease.
"Safe or bare," I heard him moan and it took me a second to realise what he meant. This was the moment I had been yearning for and I wanted it to be something I would remember forever.
I heard him moan with joy as I replied, "Bare... I want you to breed me."
