Discovery by Alfredo Garcia
Flying home after a business trip I was very tired and tormented with a throbbing head.
I tried to suppress the images that surged into my consciousness. I recalled that, after a dinner with clients they invited me to take a drink in a bar. With plenty of wine at the restaurant, and three more glasses at the bar, I was a little drunk and decided to walk the few blocks to my hotel to clear my head. On the way, I passed a sign for an establishment that was somehow familiar. It to a moment but then it occurred to me that it was a gay sauna that I had read about. A single dim light illuminated a doorway and, after some hesitation, I pushed the door. An unseen clerk behind a narrow window told me they would remain open until nine o'clock in the morning. Headless hands took my money and thrust a towel and slippers towards me and I made my way through doors and corridors to a room where benches and lockers stood open with gaping mouths. I stripped naked and wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way down dimly lit corridors. As I explored I found two saunas, one wet and the other hot and dry, as well as small cubicles, dark rooms, a lounge showing gay porn and a bar. I felt the people staring at me but I did not return their gaze. I felt anxiety mixed with excitement but the alcohol drove me onwards.
This was the first time in a place where contact was so direct and explicit. I took a seat at the bar and ordered drink to calm my anxiety. With my second I struck up a conversation with the bartender, who was something of a philosopher. The talk and drink was enough for me to lose my inhibitions to a point where I left him and began to prowl the labyrinth. In the video room a young man, a little overweight, sat watching the screen. I put a hand on his leg and he did not stir. I stroked his hairy thigh, and as if nothing happened, his eyes stayed fixed on the screen. My fingers combed his hairy chest and made his nipples erect. I gently touched his face, lips and ears but still he did not move a muscle but I could see his penis was erect under the towel. I put my hand under it, and caressed his testicles. He moved his legs apart slightly to let me do it. His penis was short and hard. I pushed back his towel and bend to take his penis with my lips. The power I asserted over his body thrilled me. I felt happy giving him pleasure, despite my fear of possible infection. I lashed his penis with my tongue and spread his legs open to give me access to his anus. He did not object when I pressed my finger, wet from my mouth, into him. He began to moan, and only did he look at me. He rose and took a few steps perhaps inviting me to follow him to a cubicle where I would penetrate him with my cock, but I do not follow him.
I sat alone in the lounge playing with my cock but alcohol did not let me maintain an erection. In its way, this experience was not bad for the first time. I found it very satisfying to give pleasure. A man knows much better the body of another man than he does a woman. His body is like mine and the erection was the irreducible and tangible proof of my success. I would do this with any of the men who roamed the sauna; the young, the old, the thick, the thin. I am happy giving pleasure for this gives pleasure to me.
At last I rose and headed into the maze of hallways where it was completely dark, I was so drunk that I feared falling on the slippery ground and moved with my hands groping the walls. Suddenly my fingers encountered warm skin and I froze. Motionless in the silent blackness I sensed presences. Hands materialized and touched my body; tentative at first as if trying to determine friend or foe, food or poison. When I did not fend them off, but let them explore my body, they became more bold and I returned the gentle strokes. I could tell he was well built and hairy and about my height. As our bodies touched I sensed another source of heat me near and was enfolded. He must have been taller than me but both of their dicks were hard and they were naked. Then another seemed drawn to this pulsating nucleus of sound and sensation and the darkness became animated with seething sexuality. Hands pawed at my chest, and a tongue forced its way between my lips I used my hand to squeeze hard that pressed urgently around me.
One was thick with lose skin, another short but very hard, another long and thin and already wet with slim and still one more pressed urgently towards me. We became a mass of teeming excited bodies, caressing, touching, probing, snuggling and kissing. My towel was torn away, one hand caressed my ass, as another pinched my nipples, and a third squeezed my balls. My penis was only half erect, but I did not care. If I had not been drunk I would not have dared to come to this place. You cannot have everything. A penis was rubbed between my buttocks, and a tongue licked my neck, my penis was crushed against another and I was wedged with naked bodies on all sides. Like a wave we surged and flowed, the space was filled with moans and slapping skin. I heard a gasp from behind me and felt warm wetness. Someone had cum over me, and then hard cocks, began spitting semen all around. The compact and agitated mass was having an orgasm collectively and simultaneously; the four or five of us pulsating as one convulsing organism. Then, almost as suddenly as they came, the bodies dissolved away and all was silent again. I was covered in semen, saliva and sweat. I leaned against the wall fearing I would fall on the wet and slippery floor.
Where was my towel? I sat on the floor and groped about with my hands but could not find it. I was still very aroused and scooped the semen from the pools on the floor and rubbed my body feeling no disgust. I masturbated, lubricating my cock with the viscous liquid that was beginning to cool. At last I found my discarded towel, which was curiously dry, and made my way out of the maze. Under the hot shower I cleaned my body.
I wandered back to the bar but found none there but the barman. The sauna too seemed to have suddenly emptied. The time was near 4:00am but I did not want to go. I was still drunk and exhausted but needed to cum, and did not want to leave. I found a cubicle and fell onto the mat face down thinking I would sleep half an hour but I left the door open.
Half asleep someone spoke to me but I did not try to understand his words and only wanted rest. Then came the touch of his hand on my back, and then he slowly stroked it soothing me. My skin was cold but this gave it heat as I simulated a sleep. Then finger traced across my buttocks and caressed my thigh. I spread to give him access to my balls, so he knew I was not asleep, but we prolonged the subterfuge as his lips kissed my neck and ears and his soft low voice whispered "My little boy, I'll make you happy". The appellation pleased me as his hands soothed. It was as if the night hid my balding head and sagging skin and denied all evidence. "I will give you what you need; what you've always wanted but never had". Now he kissed my neck, and one of his hands caressed my thigh. "Your legs are so beautiful.
Has no one told you so? Then I remembered as a kid one of my sisters told me that I had legs of a girl. "Do you shave?" I did not shave but have almost no body hair. I even heard a girl once say she wished had my legs because they would not need waxing. I was flattered. And for a moment I thought maybe I was not as masculine as I had always thought. There was indeed something feminine in me that others had noticed.
Perhaps that would explain my lack of interest in girls my age, but strong interest in older girls. This man knew what I needed. "Is it the first time someone treats you well, right?" It seems he knew from deep in my soul, all my unfulfilled desires, even those not consciously perceived. "This is an exquisite ass. How it is that no one has enjoyed it tonight. Did no man see what you came here for?"
I remembered experiences from my childhood when an older boy sought me out. I sensed that he wanted but did not know how to accommodate. Then as a youth of 22 in Paris, walking with a friend, we met a group of men our age. As we passed, one turned and called me handsome. I was confused and did not know how to react. In an instant, on the street, a stranger saw in me something I did not know myself.
"This is what you need, you need a man to love you, to use your body for his pleasure, to penetrate you, and reveal to you your destiny." His fingers crept between my buttocks. By this time my penis was fully erect, pressed between my body and the towel. I raised my rump and let his fingers find my cock and testicles.
"Your penis is magnificent, a penis to be caressed and kissed, to be possessed, not to possess. He whispered. "Your penis is a passive, like yourself." This apparition came to me and as he put his erect penis next to my cheek. "Touch it, caresses it, kiss it, this is a male penis, it is made for penetrate, and give happiness for pretty boys like you." He caressed and kissed between my legs and my balls. Then he got behind me and put his tongue in my ass. I was mad with pleasure and I needed to cum. I started masturbating against the towel. "No, my child, you will cum when I am inside you" he chided me.
"That is what happens with pretty boys like you" With his fingers lubricated, he penetrated me until I dilated and widened sufficiently.
"Now ask me, what you want most in the world. Why is your body like this?" 'Please make me yours." I begged. Then slowly he penetrated me while I opened, like a flower opens with the first rays of spring sun. A gentle current flowed throughout my body. I felt reborn, full, complete and happy to exist. At this instant my life made sense. This was what I had desperately sought for so many years, and had not known it was as simple and essential. Then I came as I had never done before. The liquor love flowed from me, in successive waves with a cadence sweet and endless. I think then, I passed out.
I woke up sometime later, I was alone, my towel wet beneath me. Had everything had been a dream? No, hole is sore and leaked semen that was not my own.
I arrived at the hotel just in time to leave for the airport. Now, in the plane, with the eyes closed, I think it does not matter too much what will happen in my life in the future. I can say that I have lived.
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