My first gay experience was several years ago after I had joined a local health club. This was a club that catered to men and women, but on alternating days, men on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, women on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. This does not have a lot of bearing on the story except that is the only reason gay activity could be carried out with no women to observe, and most of the men either didn't know about it or ignored it.
I had joined this club to work out and keep my physique in shape, plus it had tanning studios where one could get an all over tan without tan lines. I was and am proud of my physique, I am 5' 11", weigh 165 pounds, have a 40 inch chest and a 28 inch waist. My legs don't look so bad either. I consider myself "buff" and I am extremely proud of what is between my legs. "Harry" is 9 1/2 inches long, 5 1/2 inches around at the base, and about 2 inches thick at the head. I keep my body shaved except for a one inch ring of hair around my cock.
Now that I think about it in retrospect, this place was pretty much geared to the gay clientele of the metro area here. There were several of these clubs around the city, and any one of them was a hot bed of gay activity at just about any given time. And if my club was on a women only night, I only had to drive across town to another, as they alternated their schedules, and if you were a member of one, you were a member of all.
This particular evening I arrived at the club about seven. I changed into my work out clothes and picked up my training schedule and proceeded to go through the program that my advisor had put me on. Most everything in my schedule was centered around weights. He was a cute young buck, but I didn't dare try anything because I didn't know if he would appreciate it, and if he didn't, he could have me thrown out and banned, regardless of the fact that I had purchased a three year membership.
After my workout, I showered and changed into my swim suit, a red and white bikini which showed off my assets quite well. First stop was the steam room, which I later found out and experienced for myself, was a great place for sex. Then I went to the sauna, but not for long, I do not care that much for dry heat. Sometimes we would throw water on the heater to create steam, but management didn't like that either. After the sauna, it was into the cold plunge, and it was cold. From there, I went to the whirlpool, which was about as hot as the cold plunge was cold, a real sudden temperature change, really did a number on your system if you weren't expecting it.
I had been in the whirlpool (which was bubbling at top speed, so nothing below the surface was visible to anyone who might be looking on) about five minutes, just relaxing with my arms resting on the edge with my head laid back and eyes closed. I had noticed another guy in the whirlpool when I got in, but didn't give it a second thought, there was usually someone in it all the time, sometimes one, other times it had a dozen or more guys in it.
All of a sudden, I felt something come up between my legs. I jerked my head up to look and the other guy in the pool was coming up right in front of me, he had come underwater to my side and surfaced right between my legs. He then sat down beside me and started some small talk. Meanwhile, I felt him place his foot on mine. I was not sure if it was on purpose or by accident, but I moved mine and slid over a little bit, naively thinking he was crowded.
Well, his foot followed my foot. So, I left it there. I guess he took that as an affirmative signal, because the next thing I knew, his hand was slowly running up the inside of my thigh. It came up one leg, across my crotch, which was now reacting like crazy, and down the other leg. I squirmed away, but not too far, I was not sure what was on his mind, but was liking what I was feeling and thought I would let him go as far as he wanted, just to see what he was up to.
After a few minutes of him stroking my thighs, he reached inside my bikini and untied the drawstring. Well, by this time I knew what he was after, or thought I did, so I sucked in my stomach and let his hand in. He pushed down my bikini so that he could pull my cock and balls out. Then he slowly started massaging my cock while rolling my balls with his other hand. I could feel the pre-cum juices starting to flow and I guess he did too, because his finger and thumb were soon on my cockhead rubbing around it. It felt so good I nearly passed out, I could feel the blood pounding in my ears and felt that if anyone looked at me, I was possibly beet red from excitement (or was it embarrassment?). Remember, this was the first time I had any type of encounter like this, and I was being the passive one, he was the active one.
Well, he let up for a while, at least in that area, I guess he wasn't ready to have me cum yet, and a couple of other guys had gotten into the whirlpool, and maybe he didn't want them to know or even guess at what was going on, since we were so close.
After the other two guys got out and went to the swimming pool, once again we were alone, and I was wondering what he was going to do next. I had a raging hardon and just thinking about his hands in my crotch kept it going, I just knew that if he touched my cock again I was going to blow my wad.
But that isn't what he had in mind, at least not just yet. He slipped his hand behind me and down my back, and got inside my bikini from the back, running his fingers down my ass crack until he found my hole. Then he started to finger me there, which just about sent me over the edge, I had never had anyone touch me there, and I wasn't aware that it was such a sensitive area. But he did, and he really knew how to manipulate his finger back there. He started playing there and told me to relax, which I found a little difficult to do, since I was no longer sitting on the seat in the whirlpool but was sort of suspended on his hand. I was having a difficult time keeping my feet down at the bottom, my body kept wanting to come up into the "floating" position, and I knew if that happened, everyone in the pool area would see what was going on.
He must have sensed what I was thinking also, because he managed to keep me submerged just below the surface while at the same time his finger was exploring my asshole. He started going in and out, little short plunges until I got used to it, then he went all the way in with one finger. After he had gotten me loosened up, he started with two fingers and eventually, he had three fingers up my backside. I have to admit, once I got used to it, it felt good.
Then he did some twisting around, and got in a squatting position in front of me, then he pushed my swimsuit all the way down to my knees. This was so he could get in touch with my prostate and push it. That just about did it, but he let go quickly. He pulled his finger out and immediately wrapped his hand around my cock and started to massage it again. In fact, he jacked me off so quick I could hardly believe it. If I hadn't been submerged under the surface of the water, I am sure I would have shot clear to the other side of the whirlpool, it was such a violent orgasm. He milked me completely dry with his hand, patted my rear, smiled and asked if it was good. I could barely speak, but told him it was. As I was getting out of the whirlpool to head for the showers, he asked if he would see me in a couple of nights. I said I thought I would be there, but that's another story.
I was one drug out dude after that experience, it just drained all my energy from me and I slept like a baby that night. Looking forward to the next encounter, I guess.