I need someone to talk to about this. Apart from that one moment in a university dorm no one I know has the faintest idea about this and I need to talk about how it makes me feel and what I want. I need to tell someone about my desires and how strangers sometimes sate them and sometimes can be very unsatisfying. I need you to be my friend in the pub, my mate, maybe even a lover who I have settled with and can talk about a former sex life. Whatever, I need to talk about this and when I found Literotica, I thought, this is the place. I also liked a couple of the stories. Gay and lesbian do it for me, by the way.
So who are you? I wonder. Are you like me. Possibly with a wife upstairs as you scroll gay sex stories on your phone. Are you maybe a woman who enjoys men with men. Perhaps you are a fully-fledged out there gay man, married or dating or celibate or living your best hoe life. I would love to know. If you feel like telling me, I think you can in the comments or even email. I my mind there is a little fantasy that someone reads my story, sends me a message and we hit it off and somewhere down the line become occasional lovers. He encourages me to express myself more and more so he can read about it… You get the drift.
Back to that first night in the Pleasuredome. I hope after all that intro and build up you aren’t expecting that I was suddenly involved in some hot and heavy gang bang. I wasn’t, but it gave me a taster (pun absolutely intended) and I knew I would be back.
I left the changing room and showered. A young guy was also in the shower, but he wasn’t interested in me. He had a lovely body and say me watching him. He was toned and soapy and it was all gay porn for a second. He stretched and washed his cock a lot. I causally soaped my body and made sure he could see my ass. He dried himself and left, giving me a smile that said “nice for an old guy, but I can get whatever I want”. I also dried and walked around.
First, I found the bar and had a needed gin. I was shaking and pumped with adrenaline, and I loved the feeling. I felt naughty and curious and new and oh so excited. A TV was on, showing the news, and I sipped my drink among a few other men talking to each other. Absolutely no sign of anything erotic there.
I wandered deeper into a maze. The lights were dark, and I could hear grunting from behind cubicle doors. It felt seedy and erotic and animal. I brushed past a short bald tattooed guy, who felt my ass through the towel. (I hadn’t got the stage of just carrying it quite yet). I felt a surge but walked on. I didn’t think that was some sort of move or reason to stop. I went to the steam room and sat there as naked men also sat there, some talking but no sex. I left, slightly wondering how sex was ever instigated between strangers in this place. I was having fun though. I was getting off on the very idea that other men would see me and know that my presence there meant I was available for sex. And I was. Frankly I wanted someone to fuck me. And I wanted to put a cock in my mouth for the first time. The first didn’t happen that night, but the second did two times.
I walked past an alcove place in the maze and made eye contact with a guy who was lying naked inside. I stopped and looked at him. He looked up and was stroking his cock. He was clearly just keeping it hard and I imagined was waiting for someone to join him. He was slim and hairy and about my age. Nice looking.
“Want some help with that?” I asked.
He nodded. I knelt to the left of him, put my towel to one side and reached my hand over as he removed his and put it around his cock. It was so hard, and I was dizzy with just touching it. I knew what I wanted to do, but had no idea if I could do it. I didn’t even look at his face I just stared at his cock, vaguely aware of his breathing as I stroked.
I looked at him in the eye as I moved my mouth over him, after stroking for a minute or two. I wanted him to see me wanting to suck. I slid it between my lips slowly and savoured the taste. So very distinctive. So horny. I pushed my head down as far as I could and gagged a little. But even gagging felt good. I bobbed up and down, sliding my lips tight along the shaft. In a move an old girlfriend did on me, I wrapped my thumb and forfinger around the base of his shaft and moved it up and down with my mouth. On each descent I tried to push the cock further into my throat. Each time I succeeded and each time I gagged. I was loving it.
I dd that for a few moments. Lost in my desire to pleasure a strangers cock. It was a weird feeling — I wanted him to cum very much, but I also wanted not to stop. He did, when he lifted my head in a surprising moment of tenderness.
“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked.
“My Mouth.”
I returned to my work and a few strokes later her duly delivered. Only then I realised that he had his hand on my ass the whole time as he squeezed hard in his orgasm. He moaned and grunted loudly. I was bizarrely very pleased with myself. I stopped sucking and made my movements gentle, but ensured I could swallow every drop. I sat up on my heels and looked at him. He didn’t run out of the room.
“Thank you.” He said, a little awkwardly, but not weird. I smiled. Then I got up, draped the towel over my shoulder and walked back out into the maze. I hoped he was looking at me walking. I imagined he was and thinking that next time he would just do that.
I did the “want help” trick one more time. This time he was standing in a booth thing and playing with his semi. He was short and pretty fat and hairy, I think Turkish or middle eastern, and I got on my knees in front of him and sucked on his short but think, musty cock with my nose going into a thick bush of pubic hair on every bob. It was a very sordid thing and I was wanking myself as I was doing it. I knew what I loved to do and frankly I had realised quickly I didn’t have any level of discernment when it came to cock sucking.
His load was thick and plentiful. I didn’t realise there was such a difference, but this trickled down my chin when I had finished. You guessed it, I loved that too and wondered in that very moment as one man’s cum was on my chin if I could ask someone to give me a facial. My transformation was happening quickly and I was in love with the new liberated, slutty me. We didn’t speak when I finished. I just got up and left.
I wondered around a bit more, looking for a third, but it was late, and the place was quite empty. I was also tired. I walked past the middle eastern guy again and he was still there, still playing with a semi. I half considered a round two, but though better of it. I needed to get back to my hotel. I had work the next day.
That first night I didn’t get the anal discovery I was craving, but I learned a lot. A lot that I liked. The discovery would come a little later.
That was my first adventure. I feel so much better for having shared it. Honestly, it was pretty horny to relive it and I’d like to think you enjoyed it.
I did feel guilty after that first night, but that subsided after a few days. At no point did I think confiding in Cathy was a good idea and I lay in bed beside her knowing I was going to lead that double life. It doesn’t make me much of a better person, but I swore to myself I would be the best to her I possibly could. I decided the little things that I bickered about I would let go. Make me not an asshole? No, but my fate was set and I had to reconcile somehow.