I Have Always Been Gay

A random event changed things for me dramatically. I was called to my bosses office one morning, where he explained that the company had run into an issue and a fellow employee was being sent home for medical reasons from the office in Puerto Rico. He continued by telling me that he needed me to replace the man, at least temporarily to keep thing moving and that would mean my moving temporarily to Puerto Rico. He proposed that I work in the Puerto Rico office for two week intervals, then come home for the weekend. He told me I would need to start as quickly as I could make the arrangements. I had always been a team player and my home situation could probably use a break, so I agreed and headed home to let my wife know.

The confrontation wife my wife was actually surprising. She'd shown little interest in me or the last couple of months and I had thought she'd be glad to get rid of me for a while. After some reassurance that it was only temporary and the company thought enough of my performance to select me to bail them out, she finally acceded with the stipulation that I spend my weekend home doing what she wanted. I agreed and headed off to the our bedroom to pack. As it turned out, Puerto Rico, especially San Juan, was quite a bit more progressive than even my home city. This started me down a road for which I never really wanted to return.

My first week was pretty much catching up on conditions, getting familiar with the people, office and surroundings, then figuring out how to get around on my own. Having to live alone here I knew would be a problem. My sex life had gotten a kick start with my restroom experience and I had kept it interesting with my magazines, so I managed to slip a couple of good ones in my bag when I packed, just so I'd have something besides fantasies to keep me entertained at night. Little did I know that those two magazines would get almost none of my time.

During a lunch break on my third day, a fellow worker pointed out some major points of interest in down town San Juan. Shops, café's, and good shops to shop at where the prices weren't over inflated for the tourists. During lunch he pointed out one building across from where we ate. That he said was the local gay bath house and warned I shouldn't come to down town late in the evening. I stared at the building which wasn't much to look at, just a typical stone structure with no signs or marquee. My mind made a mental note of the address and after I got back to the apartment that night , looked up the establishment and was pleased to see that it was a favorite meeting place for gay men. Needless to say, I started making plans for the coming weekend.

A bath house was something I'd read about but never seen. I had no idea what they were all about but I knew I was going to find out this weekend. The week had flown by until the lunch, now it seemed to drag on forever, but Friday finally arrived and after heading home to shower and change, I began the next phase of my journey as a gay man.

I arrived shortly after dark, parked down the street from the building and walked up to it. As I noted at lunch, there were no signs and the entrance wasn't exactly easy to spot. After some walking and looking, I finally spotted it and entered. The bath house was actually on the second floor. You had to climb some stairs where you came to a window. The clerk behind the glass let me know how much entry would cost and after paying my toll, handed me two towels and a key with a number on it. The door in was the easy part, it buzzed as the clerk hit the lock, so pressed forward and entered the club.

The whole club was dark and it took some time for my eyes to adjust, but after a few minutes standing like a statue at the entrance, I could finally make out things enough to move forward without fear of falling over something. The first thing I noticed was that no one was dressed. Everyone was walking around with a towel wrapped around their waist. Not really knowing what to do next, I glanced at the key and could just make out the numbers 32 on the tag. I assumed that was my room, so I began my search for a door to match my key.

The doors turned out to be the easy part, each had a plate next to it with a number, but the first door I found had the number ten next to it so I bumbled around until I found door 32. The key fit and I was inside my own private little room. There was bench of sorts on one side, a small table, which apparently was mounted to the floor, and on the wall opposite the bench was a TV playing a gay flick. While searching for my room, had noticed a lot of doors closed, either they were empty or the occupants had closed them, but several were open. When I passed by the open doors, a man was laying on the bench, either looking at the TV or looking out the door at the people passing. I later learned the protocol of this and it came in handy.

I figured my next move would be to strip and dawn my towel, then I could take a look around. There were some hooks on the back of the door and I was soon naked. The clerk had also included a clip with my towels. I hadn't noticed before but it made sense. Two towels, one to wear, one to use as designed, the clip was to hold up the towel you wore. Towel in place I opened the door and closed it behind me as I left. Not wanting to leave my stuff unprotected while I wandered around I locked the door and found the problem with wearing only a towel, no place to keep a key. I wedged it into the waist around the clip and it seemed secure enough to move around, but I'd need to work something else out if I was going to come back here.

I began my tour of my first bath house. The doors lined two hallways, but the doors were separated here and there by archways into other areas. One are appeared to be a small theater with multiple seats and several men were scattered around the room watch another gay flick. One arch led to a small vending area, which turned out to be rather interesting. The machines did sell drinks and snacks, but some of the machines sold accessories, condoms, lubes, lotions, etc.. I continued to explore and came upon an arch with a sign that said simply, studios. I made a note to investigate what those were and moved on. I came to the last archway and the sign said play room. There was music playing in the back ground, loud but not too much so, just enough to prevent eaves dropping on other guests and the whole place was dark so I could get a look inside.

I was here and I knew why I was here, so I checked my towel and ventured in. The hallways had been dark but this room was even darker at the entrance, but as I rounded a corner I saw the black lights. Black lights provide a weird sort of light that lets you navigate but doesn't really let you see too much detail, but I didn't need bright lights to know what I was seeing. Along one wall several men stood facing the wall. It was obvious from their movements that they had their cocks through glory holes and were getting blow jobs from some unseen lover.

A little further in a second wall sported much larger holes, these about 2' across. Again the purpose was obvious, especially as I could see an ass through one of the holes. They were for men wishing to have anal sex through a glory hole. The ass moved slightly but did withdraw even thought there didn't appear to be any takers at the moment. So far the sights had the affect I expected, my cock was stiff and pushing against my towel. I continued my exploration and came to the last small area. This had several benches scattered around the room. The benches were padded and hand holds on some of them. These I had read about, they offered a place for multiple people to have group sex.

I dropped back to the first wall and noticed the little hallway that led to the other side of the wall. This is what I had come for and quickly slid behind the wall and found a unoccupied hole. I peered out through the hole and it wasn't long before a shadow passed in front of me and hard cock slid through the hole in front of me. My reaction was immediate, I wrapped my lips around the cock and began sucking. These holes were small so you couldn't actually touch the person on the other side, so I rested my hands on the wall to either side and eagerly sucked at this delicious dick. I could hear the man groan on the other side and felt him tense. I knew he was about to blow his load. I never slowed, sucking his cock faster and more vigorously. I heard him mutter, "Yes, take it," and then felt the warm gush of his cum as it spurted into my mouth.

I cleaned him up quickly and tried not to miss a single drop. His cum tasted amazing and I knew I'd wait for another before I'd get my fill. I finished my fourth cock and decided to take a break. I headed back to my little room and after wiping myself off with the extra towel, sat on the bench to relax for a minute. As I had walked back, I took notice of some of the other rooms and their occupants, again, some lay face down others face up. In each case the occupant was naked showing either his cock or ass. I wondered about this and made a note to myself to find out just what was going on.

I rested for about 15 minutes then headed back to the play room. I had sucked four cocks and was still incredibly horny. The activity in the room had picked up and there were several more men than before. There was even a group of five men using one of the benches in the back. A blonde guy was kneeling on the bench with one guy taking him from behind while he sucked the cock of another. The other two men were just standing by stroking their cocks, I assumed waiting their turn. As I watched from a distance, the site of a hard cock pounding the blondes ass held my attention. I could almost imagine me getting pounded and he thought made my own cock rock hard.

I felt rather than heard, a presence beside me, then heard a male voice whisper, "I bet that hole is tight, I really like nice tight holes." My mind raced for a few seconds, here was the opportunity I had been waiting on. I leaned back and said, "I was thinking how big the guys cock was and good it would feel." The guy didn't miss a beat, his hand came up to caress the cheek of my ass through the towel and I heard him whisper, "I think I can help you with that," giving my cheek a little squeeze. He indicated and open bench and moved toward it. I watched him for just a moment before falling in behind him.

He patted the bench beside him as he sat down and I sat next to him. He turned toward me and leaning over planted his lips against mine. His tongue darted between my lips as his arms wrapped around me. When he broke the kiss, he told me he was turned on by my cute ass and wanted to fuck. He then slipped out of his towel revealing his erect cock. I took it into my hand and held it, feeling his rock hard dick pulse, without much thought, I leaned over and began sucking it. The man rested his hand on my head, stroking my hair. I felt his hand slid down my back to my ass. He caressed me gently and I heard him whisper he wanted to fuck.

This was it, what I had come for, the thing I wanted more than anything. I sat up, then turning, crawled up on the bench on my hands and knees. The man wasted no time, he produced a tube of lube from someplace and began rubbing it into my crack. He slid first one finger then two fingers into my tight hole. He was soon fucking me with his fingers, then I felt him shift his weight, he removed his fingers and something large began slipping between my cheeks. He positioned the head against my tight hole, then slowly, he began to apply pressure until my hole opened to allow the head to enter.

He took his time, easing into me, allowing me to become accustomed to the size and length of his cock. Slowly he pushed further until I felt his balls resting against mine and knew he was fully inside me. He leaned over, kissing the back of my neck and whispering in my ear how nice and tight I was. Then he pulled his cock back just a little and thrust slowly all the way back in. He repeated this several times, nice and slow, until he heard me begin to moan. His pace increased then, pulling further back until just the head of his cock was inside me, then with a slow strong thrust, his cock plunged all the way in. I gasped, the pleasure I was feeling was overwhelming.

He began fucking me now, his thrusts getting progressively harder and faster. The feeling was ecstasy> "Fuck me!" I gasped, "Fuck me deep!" The man wasted no time in giving me what I asked for. He was pounding my ass now and I could hear the sound of his hips slapping against my ass. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me as he thrust, burying his cock as deeply as he could. His breath became rapid and I knew he was about to cum. His hands suddenly gripped me hard, then with ne final hard thrust, I felt his cock explode inside me. He thrust over and over with each thrust ending in a new explosion of hot cum. Finally, he slowed, with a few more jerks, I felt him relax and slip his cock out of me.

Still on my knees, I turned and he was gone. The stranger had gotten what he's come for and so had I. I gathered my towel off the floor where it had fallen and headed to the shower room to clean up. After returning to my little room and after dressing, left and headed back to the apartment. The night had been everything I had expected and could have hoped for. I felt full, content, and completely satisfied. There was a warm feeling in my gut as I drove. A feeling that I knew I would have again many times before I left the island.