A couple of months ago I went to a gay bath house for the first time. I've always had fantasies about doing it with another man, especially a day dream about undressing a woman only to find out she had a cock, and being so horny I had to go through with it. I also enjoyed reading stories of men together, many on here.

I had never acted on these urges and they've become stronger over the years, so I decided to find out once and for all.

Walking around in the dark wearing only a towel I saw what I expected to see, men getting hot and personal. I was aroused but didn't fancy the glory holes or the dark room. I spent a fair bit of time in the sauna and steam. It felt nice in the heat watching things I'd only seen on video .

I refused many advances. I was beginning to wonder if I could go through with it. So much male flesh and nothing enticed me, I was so choosey.

After 2 hours, I was thinking it was time to go when some one sat next to me on this wooden bench. My heart started to thump. He was slim and blond and good looking. Casually he rested a hand on my knee. I felt a bit dizzy. After a few long seconds I opened my towel and his hand reached up and stroked my raging hard on, the first male hand to do so.

I put my hand on his lap and he guided it in to his cock. Another first. It was solid as well but the skin was soft and smooth. We kissed and I was impressed by how gentle and loving it was.

He invited me to go into a cubicle with him and I agreed. Now I was naked with another naked man in a tiny room with the door locked. He gave me a beautiful blow job. I didn't blow but I wanted to experience other things so we laid down.

I wanted to suck him and knew this was the moment. I was unsure, would I like it or be disgusted by it. I was very anxious about taking his cock in my mouth but I did it slowly. Oddly I didn't feel an electric shock of pleasure or revulsion either. It just seemed like a perfectly normal thing to do, no different from kissing lips. I enjoyed that smooth skin on my tongue.

He shot his semen onto his stomach. I was fascinated, watching it for real. I touched it, it felt so warm. Then licked it, tasting a bit funny. I knew I could do this, suck off a cock.

We talked a bit and I confessed. Maybe he was sceptical but didn't show it. I was married and in my late twenties and this was my first ever gay encounter. He seemed a bit disappointed I wasn't single. He was the one to ask me about anal and I said I'd love to try it with him, he being the bottom, and he agreed.

He made me swear it was true I'd never done it before, which I was glad to do, then agreed to do bareback, saying it was only right we make it a special occasion.

I don't know what I thought or expected about anal. I had dreams of it being somehow different. It was a pleasurable shock to find it was just a great fuck. I could close my eyes and think it was a pussy I was doing.

I liked it when he was on his back and I was on top, fucking him and feeling his hard cock against my stomach , so hard and hard. It excited me so much.

We were in there so long, slow fucking, another 2 hours I guess. So I had to hurry then to get home, something I was embarrassed about, leaving my new lover like that.

My problem now is, instead of satisfying my curiosity it has now left me wanting more.

I've read some hot stories on here. Mine is not one of them but I felt I had something to say.

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by Anonymous on Oct 14, 2017 at 7:22 AM

I was fourteen visiting San Francisco with my family and got taken to a gay bathhouse by another boy who'd seduced me. He worked at the hotel we were staying at and my mom and her boyfriend were too busy doing the tourist things to notice that their cute little preppie prettyboy was getting fucked by a bellhop.
Did it change me? If course, within the first three days of our two week vacation I went from tighty-whitie boy's underpants to really cute and sexy string bikinis. Sure they noticed me in them, told me I looked cute and went about their holiday.
I was infatuated with this boy, he was sixteen, African American, thin and lean in a hard muscular way. I was boyishly slight in a smooth, pink prettyboy way. He was in my boypanties the first day and then after. He surprised me with a gift of assorted string bikini underpants, told me I'd look great in um and said he was gonna show me off to his friends when my mom went out that night.
There I was in our two bedroom suite being bedded by a assortment of really horny teenage boys. It was glorious! Afterwards as we snacked on room service they talked about the men that were fucking them. They told me that they were bottoms and that I was a bottom boy's bottom, the highest of compliments. I said that I wanted to be with a man too and one of them, a really cute Chinese boy pulled me aside and said he'd take me the next day for my first man) boy experience. That's how I ended up at a bathhouse.

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