Ever since I was a teenager, I had wondered about the world of gay saunas. I realised during my teens that I was bisexual - I couldn't imagine a relationship with a man, but I knew I wanted to have sex with one at some point.
Most of my early sexual encounters were with women, but during my time at University I had met a couple of guys online and hooked up. It was almost always a disappointment; the first man I was with was twice the age he'd told me, his cock was half the size, and he came in my mouth unannounced in less than a minute. Many meetings were similarly underwhelming, but I persevered with the odd meet because it felt there was an unexplored part of my sexuality waiting to be tapped into.
After a few years I began to work out what I was - and wasn't - looking for. I was a bottom, longing to feel a hard throbbing cock inside me, and a cum lover to boot. Finding guys to cum all over me or let me swallow their load has never been an issue, but getting fucked is more complicated. People lie about the size of their cock, how long they'll last - it's easy to have a bad experience. The idea of seeing the goods beforehand at a sauna appealed.
Visiting a sauna was not straightforward, however. It needed to be discrete. I could live with my bisexual nature becoming public knowledge, but friends, family and colleagues knowing I'd been to a sauna to have casual sex would be a step too far.
Over the years I had been within metres of the front door, unable to bring myself to step inside. On one occasion I did try to go in, but the venue was locked up, presumably having closed early.
So recently, having gone almost a year without enjoying that unique feeling of a hard dick entering my ass, I took the opportunity of work sending me halfway across the country for two days to visit a sauna in Birmingham.
I had little idea what to expect, so I deliberately arrived shortly after the opening time to get my bearings while it was quiet.
The receptionist was pleasantly friendly and understanding, and explained where to go, handing me a locker key and towel. My locker was number one so, assuming I was first in, I headed for the changing room and undressed. I'm tall with dark hair, average to slim build; good looking enough to get some attention, without ever really standing out in a crowd.