I had recently started a new job in the city. After another boring day of training instead of heading straight to the bus station I decided to head in the opposite direction. I had felt super confident all day in front of my new colleagues and managers so why not make this the day to break my sauna virginity. I had masturbated and fantasized about being fucked in a gay bathhouse for ages now and luckily the new job meant one was close by. I double-checked the address on Google and walked a short distance to a more industrial part of the city.
The closer I got to the Sauna the more nervous I became. It probably didn't help that the buildings became more run down and increasingly more derelict the closer I got to my destination.
I arrived at what appeared to be an old warehouse. Every window was covered in metal shutters but one tiny door caught my eye. Seemingly dwarfed by the rest of the building, It had a buzzer next to it and a little neon sign above it saying 'open'. I took a deep breath and pressed the button.
The door opened automatically and I stepped into a tiny room with a kind of serving hatch in front of me. The staff member immediately asked for my ID and handed me what seemed like the world's smallest towel. I paid my entrance fee and was guided into the changing rooms. It must have been so obvious that i was nervous to the guy who greeted me in reception.
The changing rooms where empty at this point. I stripped off, tied the towel around my waist and placed my belongings into a locker. I strapped the locker key round my right wrist, signifying that I was a 'bottom'. This was something I'd seen on the internet in regards to sauna etiquette when researching the place beforehand.
There was a sign asking patrons to use the shower facilities first of all before advancing further into the sauna so that'sbexactly what I did. I soaped up every crevice on my slim white frame to make sure I was perfectly clean for whom ever I encountered. I even slipped my middle finger into my tight little arsehole to make sure it was prepared.
I dried off and wrapped the tiny towel back around my waist. Hiding my now semi-erect cock in the process. Slipping a finger in my arsehole had made the nerves disappear completely. Heading into a dimly lit hallway I couldn't help noticing the smell. It was a sweaty, manly smell. I decided to cruise the maze of corridors and find a partner to play with.
A couple of skinny older guys brushed past me in the corridor. No one spoke. They just looked. Both of these stick like figures did nothing for me. I wanted a real man to show me a good time. I kept my head down and walked on. In fact I kept walking without any luck. The rest of the cruising area and the private rooms where empty. It was really quiet in there to be fair. Other than the weird house music being played, the place was pretty subdued.
I headed to the end of the hallway and into the sauna area itself. If I wasn't going to get any action at least I could chill for a while in the hottub after a long week at work. I hung up my towel and climbed into to hottub to unwind.
A little over 10 minute's later another guy joined me in the tub. He dropped his towel and as he placed one foot on the step I couldn't help noticing his huge cock swinging between his legs. I tried not to make it obvious but the guy certainly wasn't shy about it and nor would I be if I was that well endowed. He was rocking a big round beer belly which cast a shadow over me as he too climbed into the hottub and I shuffled round to give him space.
As we both sat chilling in the tub both occasionally making awkward eye contact, I decided I would make the first move. Hopefully I'd get the action I had fantasized about for months now. As speaking to eachother in the sauna was frowned upon (sauna etiquette) I drew his attention another way. I bent over the edge of the sauna to adjust the temperature of the water. Making sure to expose my smooth, pink arsehole to him. The plan worked and as I sat back in the water he began to caress my leg with his foot. I moved round closer to him and began to reciprocate by rubbing up his thigh with my hand, making sure to brush by his cock occasionally. He began to rub my nipple in a circular motion with me now basically sat on his lap.
Then, to my disappointment he just stopped, got up out of the water and grabbed his towel. He glanced over his shoulder looking directly at me and left the room. At first I thought I had done something wrong but then I realized he wanted me to follow.
Forgetting my towel and leaving wet footprints everywhere I re-entered the maze of corridors. Standing in the hallway next to one of the private rooms was my guy from the hottub. He stood blocking the corridor with one hand on the door frame of the private room as if to guide me in there like a sheep. His other hand scratched an itch on his hairy, round stomach then began stroking his cock.