. . . a business trip to London was going to be the chance of a lifetime for this American 'straight' Boy to lose his 'sauna cherry' . . . armed with a London 'A-to-Z,' I quickly identified 'Chariots - Shoreditch', which seemed to have it all -- A pool, saunas, and rooms I had not even though about.
. . . My head was spinning as I stumbled out of Barry's arms and headed up the stairs. Barry was right. I wouldn't say he was out of my league, but he was definitely not the guy I had fantasized about when dreaming up this little adventure. Where was I going to find Hugh Grant anyway, I laughed to myself. And with that I headed through the doorway . . .
In the darkness of the poorly lit, darkly painted stairwell, I asked myself what in the hell I was doing there. I'm married I thought. I have three teenage kids, and now, I'm probably going to end up a street person with AIDS - I'll lose everything, I have ever worked for . . . but still my feet kept carrying me up the steps, one stair at a time. My life, my family, my upbringing, my `Christian Values' were trying to drag me back down the stairs and out the front door, while my fantasies, and perhaps my true self, were pulling me upward. With each step, I felt the pain of guilt, but the thrill of not knowing what was ahead.
Arriving at the first landing, I saw a long, dimly lit, narrow corridor with dozens of doorways leading off of it. I decided there was no better time to begin exploring. As I walked down the hall, I saw that each of the doorways were to small windowless rooms or varying descriptions. Some had small televisions that were playing gay videos, and they were furnished with a simple 'bed' which was really just a vinyl covered foam pad. Some of the beds were low to the ground, while others seemed to be almost at the level of my hips. Off of the main corridor, there were a few other corridors some of which dead-ended after opening up to a more rooms, others wound back to the main corridor. In addition to the 'standard bedrooms,' there were a number of 'themed' rooms. One was had entirely mirrored walls. One had a giant leather sling, and a cage. Another pair of rooms shared a glass wall, so that the participant(s) in one room could watch the participant in the next room. One room had bars on a window opening on to the corridor (so that passers-by could watch the activities of the caged 'animals' inside. Still other rooms had large screen videos and banks of benches. Some rooms had no doors, others had doors with peepholes. All up, there were probably about twenty different rooms on this level.
But of course, the excitement wasn't all about exploring and discovering the real estate. There were towel clad MEN everywhere! It wasn't crowded, but there was constant traffic. Everyone was on the prowl. The narrow corridors made it possible to just barely pass another bloke without bumping into him, but of course with all of that testosterone in the air, it was a rare occasion when I passed a guy, and one of us did not manage to rub or touch the other. Not in a groping sense, but it seemed the protocol here was to always brush a bit of skin – it was just being neighbourly (LOL). It was probably the most erotic situation I had ever been in until that time. Of course I have enjoyed many erotic sexual encounters with women over the years, but NEVER had I experienced this with MEN. And with so many men at the same time. Everyone was there to check out the meat, and to be checked out; it was amazing.
As Barry my unofficial host, had suggested, a few guys were more aggressive than others. Some guys really tried to tug on my dick through the towel, give my arse a hard pinch, or pin me against the corridor wall when they passed by, but when given a look of 'no thanks buddy,' most seemed to cop on pretty quickly.
After a few minutes of cruising the floor, I also tried a few gropes and pinches, and WOW that was fantastic. A few really masculine, muscular guys gave me the 'sorry, buddy' look, but others looked straight back into my eyes, like they wanted to fuck right there in the corridor, at that stage though, I was just touching the produce; I didn't really have a plan to fuck, suck, or make out with a guy . . . at least just yet.
Speaking of fucking in the corridor – LOL . . . there were guys who were totally brazen horndogs; I couldn't believe what I saw sometimes. A few guys were sitting in the little rooms, stroking their hard dicks, and just waiting for someone to come join in the fun. Other guys occasionally dropped or adjusted their towels, so you could totally get a nice peek at their hard (or soft) dicks – most of the time it seemed like these accidental towel drops seemed a bit too 'accidental,' as they seemed to be timed for just when a hot guy was looking their way -- LOL. There were guys who were fucking in the cage, and a handful of guys outside in the corridor stroking their dicks while enjoying the show. It was pretty hot to squeeze myself through THAT corridor! In the larger video room, most guys were wanking their own meat, and/or the guy's next to them. You also so guys sucking dick everywhere. In rooms with open doors, guys watching the movie, even some guys who seemed to enjoy an audience would drop to their knees and suck off another guy right in the middle of the hallway. There were a couple of three- four-ways going on in some of the larger rooms. A lot of doors got locked as soon as a couple of guys entered, but there were plenty of rooms that were either designed for an audience, or the guys involved intentionally left the door open so that others could watch and/or join in.
The guys also came in all shapes and sizes. I wasn't sure if there were particular guys who only live in bathhouses, or maybe they just frequent London bathhouses, but I can honestly say, I had never seen so many different types of men. And HERE, I got to see them naked (or near naked). There were prancing queens; OLD, OLD men with huge bellies; there were muscled gods; there were guys with pierced EVERYTHINGS (LOL); there were young boyish types; there were punks; there were business men; there were blue collar working men; there were men of all ages, races, and body types; there were hairy men and hairless men . . . it was amazing, it was like a huge shopping mall for men! And dicks! Who would have imagined ;) I love my little guy, and I suppose I just assumed that most dicks were about the same. Yeah sure, I knew that we didn't all look the same in the locker rooms at school, and at the gym, but more or less dicks seemed to be the same give or take a couple of inches – or so I thought. At the bathhouse, again, maybe there is a certain breed that ONLY ever shows his body at a bathhouse . . . but the variety was out of this world. There were little teeny dicks, and monster schlongs. Because this was London, there were a lot of uncircumcised cocks (as an American, I had not been exposed to too many uncircumcised dick), and I so wanted to touch one, and see how that extra bit of skin worked. What made the dicks all the more fun to watch was that I finally got to see HARD dick. I knew my own hard dick intimately well (LOL), but except for so jo sessions with fellow schoolboys years ago, a bit of flashed dick in straight porn, and perhaps a semi-hard cock on the guy changing in the corner of the locker room, I had not seem much hard dick in my lifetime – and I was thrilled to FINALLY have the opportunity.
I pretty easily get hard (actually I get hard, just thinking about a guy seeing me naked, or me seeing him naked), so I had a raging hard-on the entire time I was cruising the floor. The feeling was so intense.
Before leaving the first floor, I did 'hook-up' with a few guys. There was this handsome forty-something tall business man type, who had a really nice body and a hairy chest who groped me a few times in the corridor. After awhile he walked up behind me so that I could feel his hard dick pressing on the small of my back, and he whispered into my ear, 'maybe we could get a room?' I was totally turned on by him, so I followed him into a room where we immediately dropped our towels. His body was even more amazing nude. We started making out, and I could feel his dick getting harder pressing into my belly (he was about six inches taller than me). It was sooooo hot and sexy. As the heat turned up, he kept telling me how I was the hottest young stud in the club that day, how my body was amazing, he said that he decided he wanted to fuck me, the moment he saw we talking to the old queen in the locker room, when I was stripping off my street gear.
'Fuck me?' I thought. Uhhh, not sure about that. Getting fucked? That seemed like it would hurt a lot . . . "Hey listen, I'm pretty new to this, and I've never fucked another guy, or been fucked by a guy. I'm not sure I'm really ready . . .," I stammered.
"Yeah right, like I'm supposed to believe YOU are a virgin?" he asked rather accusingly. "Boy, I could tell you were a seasoned sauna fag, from the moment I saw you. Now when I shove this big dick up your hole, I want to watch your face as you take it, so lay down on your back you horny bitch, and make your daddy happy."
"Um, no really. I have NEVER done this before. I'll admit I've always been curious, but I'm beginning to think this may have been a mistake," I said turning towards the door and quickly unlocking the deadbolt.
"Come on you fucking tease," he shot back. "I'll let you know when you are done servicing me. Bring your little man cunt over here, and let daddy give you a good hard fucking."
I was more than a little intimated, but with the guy on the other side of the room standing next to the lube dispenser, I grabbed my towel and shot out the door. "Sorry buddy, I didn't want to tease I just . . . maybe later? Sorry"
Back in the corridor, I felt like I had just dodged a bullet, and I couldn't believe how nervous the guy had made me. I'm sure he was a nice guy, and maybe the whole tough guy routine was part of his fantasy role play, but it certainly wasn't part of mine.
Interestingly, a little while later I passed the guy in the corridor, and he acted like nothing had happened between us. Maybe it was all just a silly act? I wasn't even sure if he recognized me when he saw each other later. Maybe it was all just a big game, you win some, you lose some, and if you don't make your target . . . well you just aim again, and maybe you get lucky? . . . This was a funny place!
The next guy, I managed to 'private' with was not the most attractive guy, but in my mind, I think I was just looking for some guy I could 'take' if there was a struggle of any kind. With hindsight, I would assume he was also a closeted married guy, not terribly experienced, but definitely more of a bottom than a top. As soon as we entered the private room, he dropped to his knees and started sucking my cock. The first seconds were fantastic. A MAN SUCKING ON MY COCK. Wow, it was amazing, but as the blow job went on, and he did a bit too much faux moaning (I mean, my cock is nice and hard, but let's face it I was just passively standing there getting a service, I couldn't imagine what HE was getting out of it). He also started to use a bit too much tooth, and I found myself thinking, "I hope I cum soon, because my wife sucks cock better than this guy." After a minute he stood up, and wanted to wank me. He then dropped his towel and without being nasty, he was not a pretty sight. Pale, a bit too chubby, and had almost no body definition. I also saw that he wasn't even a little bit hard, so I figured maybe this will be a bit more fun if I try to wank him off so he gets more into this.
"I'm not a fag, sorry. I don't ever let guys touch my dick," he sternly whispered to me. "Ever" he added, as if I was the one DYING to play with his little soft pud, and couldn't keep my hands off of him.
I nearly burst out laughing, but he was dead serious. He wasn't a fag, but he had just sucked my dick, and moaned like a whore while he was doing it. He then started giving me a limp-wristed handjob, BUT he wasn't a fag, and didn't want a guy touching his little, soft dick. Well it was all a bit too much for me to keep a straight face . . . and a bit too little in the stimulation department to keep up the pretence that I was enjoying this, so I politely excused myself, picked up my towel and made another exit.
I hoped that my day wasn't going to be only false starts. While it was fun to touch and rub, and watch the amazing eye candy, I really needed to shoot my load, and I was nervously thinking that that might be more difficult than I imagined in this place.
Remembering that there was still a lot of this facility that I had not yet explored, I headed back to the main stairwell, decided to explore the next floor.
TO BE CONTINTUED . . .