My Sauna Adventures 1 by JackPenny
Dive into “My Sauna Adventures 1” by JackPenny, a tantalizing gay sex story that invites you into a steamy world of passion and desire. Follow the thrilling encounters and explore the depths of intimacy as the heat rises in more ways than one. Perfect for those seeking a blend of romance and excitement!
This is my story. It’s all true.
My name is Chris. I am a married man of 49 years old. My wife, Cathy, and I never had children, not through choice, but careers just got in the way. Careers, holidays, life, really. We don’t regret it. I work as a management consultant, and before you judge me for that, it’s just a job. Actually, I’m a partner, so it’s worked well. I travel a lot with work, which you will see comes in handy for me. We live in Yorkshire, but I spend a lot of time in London. At the weekend I play golf, or watch my beloved Sheffield Utd. I have a lot of friends. My marriage is happy.
I’ve kept myself in good shape. I’m six foot tall, a little belly (I live a good life) but broad and muscular enough around the shoulders. I started thinning on top, so shaved my head and grew a beard. It works for me, dark with flecks of grey in it. I get looks from women when I go out, and occasionally men. However, I’m usually with Cathy, so nothing ever happens. I am faithful. Sort of faithful.
We still have an active sex life. I’m good in bed, apparently. Cathy and indeed every girlfriend before her have enjoyed many satisfying moments. I enjoy my sex life, but I always knew something was missing. I am very dominant in the marital bedroom — Cathy loves it. I know I’m either compensating for something or I just have the most massive switched up sexual identity. I thought about it for a while when my adventures started, but not anymore. It is what it is, and I am what I am. Who cares about labels?
See, the thing is I absolutely crave cock. You saw that coming, didn’t you?
It started about five years ago when I succumbed one night when drunk and went to a sauna in London when I was there. Pleasuredome, I think. Actually, I think it started about 30 years ago one drunken night with a friend, but I’m not sure that counts. I’ll tell you about that in a moment anyway. It was sort of sweet and horny and eye opening.
Anyway, five years ago I plucked up the courage to revisit my urges and visited the Pleasuredome. I spent about two hours inside and came out absolutely buzzing. I can still remember the erotic rush I felt even just handing the money over at the entrance. I was so nervous, but didn’t quite believe I was there and excited to be so. The guy asked if I wanted a tour and I declined. Not sure why, I wandered about lost for about half an hour. I think I was shy. Imagine. With what was in my mind? Shy?
Getting undressed and wrapping myself in the little towel that first time was almost worth the entrance. I was so ridiculously buzzed and horny. I recall there was one other guy and I watched him undress and fold his clothes and put them carefully in the locker. He was an older guy, not at all good looking and carrying a bit of weight, but I wondered if I would be having sex with him later. He wrapped himself in his towel, turned round, we avoided eye contact, and he went into the main part of the complex. My heart was pounding as I was stood there naked, but for the towel that I had to hold up to stop it falling to the floor. It wasn’t too long before I didn’t bother holding it and just draped it over my shoulder. I like to be looked at.
I should explain the ‘being looked at’. My own cock is nothing spectacular. I would say it’s definitely a grower and Cathy has always moaned on it suitably. I would say average. It’s not that I am particularly interested in guys looking at however. I want them to like my ass.
When I played rugby at school I was always embarrassed about my bum, well actually my whole body. Other boys were seemingly shaving and had these hairy arses at about fifteen or so, but mine was always smooth. Smooth and round. I hid it as much as I could (ironically often with a towel) and stayed out of the showers. I knew my bum looked like a girls and I hated that. To this day, it is still smooth, white, and round. Now, I love it. It appears there is a certain type of man who just really gets off on my sort of backside, and that’s what I want. Funny, so many girlfriends loved it too. I had one who would always joke that she wanted to get a strap on and fuck me, my ass was so pretty. I really wanted her to, but, you know, didn’t want to seem gay. As an aside, I did fuck her in the ass many times, and she was a big fan of that.
Now is probably a good time to tell you about the starting sweet moment with a friend. We were drunk, went back to my room in halls of residence and drank more. We shared a spliff and sat on my bed. It’s fair to say I was confused. I had the whole expectation in family and friends and my own that I would have loads of girlfriends and eventually stay with one as a wife, but I thought about boys as much as girls. Well, we started talking about sexuality and my friend said pretty much the same. We talked about “Would you kiss a boy”? “Would you suck?” “Would you give or take?” I said I would kiss, but lied and said I wouldn’t suck, and I would definitely give. Both lies but I didn’t want to seem, well, gay.
We kissed. It was nice and I was hard very quickly. I unbuttoned my jeans (button up jeans — Levi 501s no doubt) and he pulled his down and for the first time we both touched another man’s cock. I remember it well, as that was my wank bank go-to for a long time. We kissed and we awkwardly tugged at each other. It was lovely.
It was lovely until he came. It didn’t take long and he shot all over my hand, leg and his hand and my cock. He immediately pulled his hand away from me, denying me the same release and started to pull his jeans up. “Fuck.” He said a few times. Then mumbled that he gotta go. He left my room with his cum still warm on my hand. I was stunned and embarrassed, but I still licked it. That memory gets me my money shot these days still. We never spoke about it, and he started avoiding me and became a bit of an asshole to me. And I thought I did denial. He’s married now with a million kids. I wonder if I’ll ever bump into him in a sauna someday.
So, my story is that I have lived in denial for my whole adult life and bar that one drunken fumble my entire sexual experience has been with women. I’m largely okay with that and I have been satisfied, but as I said at the start something has been missing and eventually, I needed to scratch that itch. Scratching made it worse, however, and I now find myself living a double life. One that I never expected. Happily married, and I mean that, most of the time and a bit of a slut in saunas, or steamrooms when I am travelling with work and can get away from the endless dinners. I do not regret it and I have worked through my guilt. She will never find out and I will never leave her. This works. Except for one thing and that brings me to you.