As a bisexual guy, I have been to gay saunas many times, however I have maintained a strict 'looking, not touching' rule. This is because until recently I was married to a woman who I didn't want to cheat on. She knew that I am bi, and was fine with me watching gay porn, as long as it didn't interfere with our relationship. However my trips to the gay saunas were a little bit secret. I figured as long as I didn't have sex with anyone, then it didn't really count as cheating, since it was like a mixed sauna, only without the women.
I love body watching-- be it at a naked beach or at a sauna. In fact, all of the saunas around where I live in Amsterdam, gay or mixed, are naked. As a bi guy, you get twice as much fun checking people out when you go to a co-ed establishment. Be they straight couples, gay couples or singles, one of the joys of visiting a sauna is watching the human form at its naked best.
My latest trip to the gay sauna near my home in Amsterdam, however, was different. I had just split with my wife, so didn't feel that slight pang of guilt I felt whenever I went. I did however arrive with the familiar feeling of excitement tinged with nervousness at the prospect of being surrounded by so many naked men.
Whilst I have been to gay saunas a few time, I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with them if I am honest. What I love is seeing guys naked. I love the male body, and it makes me happy and horny to watch guys wondering round a sauna naked or semi naked. In addition to that, I love a good-looking cock. It's difficult for me to describe what good looking means, but I know one when I see it. It's less about size, more about how it hangs off the body, although I have a preference for shaved, uncut cocks, with bonus points for beautiful veins and a nice bulbous head.
I also like watching guys jerking, either themselves or in groups which is quite a frequent sight in saunas. I get a particular buzz out of watching guys sucking each other off, particularly when the guy getting sucked has a good looking cock. I also love the casualness of it. How one moment you can see a guy lying on the bench of a sauna, eyes closed, cock half hard. And then you see his hand moving over his body towards his cock. When that happens I am almost instantly hard and will start jerking myself. I love the idea that I can be naked and jerking in the same room as someone.
What also turns me on is that often sexual encounters happen between guys who are perfect strangers. Frequently you see the guy who is casually rubbing his cock lying on a sauna bench being serviced by a stranger. When someone is pleasuring themselves, a hand appears, starts rubbing, firstly on top of the towel, before the hand moves under, the cock is exposed and then sucked. The guys know nothing about each other, and never will.
I'm also a little bit of an exhibitionist. I will spend time jerking myself -- whether in the sauna, a chill area, in front of a TV if they're showing porn, or even under the shower. I love the idea that guys might be watching me jerk. It gets me off that they will be getting turned on by me rubbing my body and fisting my cock.
What I don't like at all about saunas are some of the clientele. Whilst its nice to watch casual sex between guys, there appears to be a large minority of guys think it'sOK to grab whatever's on offer, without so much as asking. It really freaks me out when someone makes a lunge for my cock without so much as asking. It sends me scuttling off to somewhere safer to pleasure myself.
The gay sauna in Amsterdam has some, albeit a limited opportunity for body watching. The dark areas are so pitch-black that it is impossible to see what's happening -- guys quite literally fumble around in the dark. These are also the areas where the 'grab and go' culture seems to be at its strongest.
The steam room and sauna can a fun place to watch, but then it doesn't take long to overheat, so pleasure is limited. There is a small room which shows porn, and I have spent some time in their, pleasuring myself and watching other guys playing with their dicks.
Tonight was different. This was the first time I was entering the sauna as a single guy. Normally I would skulk around the dark areas and have fun in the steam room, but tonight I decided that having stripped and wrapped a towel round my body, I would embrace my gay identity more fully and head for the bar to see if there were any guys worth chatting to. It was a particularly busy Sunday night, so there really wasn't any place to sit at the bar, or in the sofas around it.
In fact, there was only one place left on a two-person couch. The guy sitting there seemed way out of my league -- buff, fit and at least 20 years younger than me. It was with some nervousness that I walked over and asked if the spare seat was taken.
"Nah mate, it's yours," came the reply in a strong Australian accent.
I was taken aback by what I heard, so decided to take a second look at the guy who spoke to me. He looked late teens or early 20's, and had a surfer look about him -- long, blondish hair, and water-blue eyes. An air of athleticism pervaded his body.
But when I looked at him, he didn't hold my stare, but rather looked down at his feet. I couldn't decide if that was a polite brush off, or whether he was nervous, so thought I'd try to strike up a conversation.
"You're a long way from home," I said, smiling at him.
"Yeah mate, I'm here on holiday with my parents for a couple of weeks before I start Uni."
As we got chatting, I realised that he was actually very shy. His trip with his parents was to celebrate his 18th birthday and recent graduation from high school. I was taken aback by how young he was -- I was approaching 50, and although still athletic and 195cm tall, he was more than double his age. I figured he might stay for a while, but that he was probably on the lookout for another teenager.
However, he was really good company, very relaxed and quite charming. So we chatted about the important things in life -- rugby, travel, Australia and the like. It became clear that it was his first trip out of Australia and that having landed in the Netherlands, he had been experiencing quite a culture shock.
"What do you think of the sauna?" I asked him.
"Well, the bar looks nice." He replied.
"And the rest of it?"
"Actually, I haven't tried it, it's the first time I've been to a gay sauna, and I don't know what to expect," he said rather nervously.
I have to say that I got that. Walking into a gay sauna for the first time is nerve-racking. I had been there and the first time I went to one, I was so terrified I sat in the car for a bit before going home. Without wishing to be a tour guide, I told him a bit about the place -- the dark areas, steam room, showers and the like. I told him about myself -- how I was married until recently, had been to gay saunas quite a few times, but had maintained a 'no sex rule'.
His eyes lit up as we chatted since he was clearly looking for reassurance and the way I described my nervousness yet excitement around naked men clearly resonated with him.
"I can show you around," I volunteered. He was really cute, really nervous and I was a little smitten. I thought that the chances of us hooking up were slim but thought it would be fun to hang out with him some more.
He agreed, so we headed to the steam room, via the showers. I took my towel off a little cautiously, since it felt like I was likely to be semi-hard. Sure enough I looked down to see my cock was already 15cm long, although pointing reasonably downwards. He took his towel off and stood beside me in the shower, his eyes closed as he let the water run over his head. That was my chance to check him out. He was really buff -- not ripped with muscles, but sporty. The valley of muscle down his spine was caught beautifully in the dimmed light, his calves and thighs were nicely shaped, and his bum beautifully peach shaped.
He turned round, allowing me to see his cock for the first time, and it was gorgeous. He was also semi-hard, and he looked beautifully proportioned, shaved and uncut. He was a little reserved as he turned, his hand partially covering his manhood. But I saw enough for my cock to light up just a little more and I started to throb as I watched him, my voyeuristic tendencies on show.
Eventually he got the courage to open his eyes, and I smiled at him with a cheeky wink and asked, "so, are you ready for the steam room then?"
"Sure," he said, "let's do it!"
We headed inside and were immediately hit by the punch of hot humid air. My friend looked nervous, so rather than do a loop round, I pointed him to a bench and we sat together. I gave him a fraction of a second head start on sitting so that I could make sure that I was nice and close to him.
As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I started to make out the shapes of others. There were a couple of guys at it on the opposite side of the room. One was sat with his legs open whilst the other knelt between his knees sucking cock. There was a ring of grateful onlookers watching these two. I could see many of them reaching out to touch whatever was closest to them -- another cock, a butt, a flank, whatever was within radius. One guy started dry humping the man in front of him as he watched, puppy dog style, much to min and Aussie's amusement.
"It's pretty full-on in here isn't it Nicky?" he said.