The Bathhouse

I had been relaxing naked in the corner for about two minutes. The 155 degree heat inside this 4 by 5 room made entirely of wood is starting to open my pores. My gaze goes to the dude diagonally across from me. Though I tried not to stare for too long a time, I am captivated.

He is also naked. Many men have sat inside here since I became a club member. No one wears trunks or even a towel. Naked men, especially men who are buff, are a turn on for me.

I look for a second or two, avert my eyes then look again. Blue eyes, light-brown hair, trimmed beard, semi-full lips, high cheek bones and straight nose are features etched into my brain.

What's his name? How old is he? What kind of work does he do? Is he a dancer? Is he a hockey player? Is he a top? Is he a bottom? Is he even gay? Of course he's gay. Otherwise he would not be here. Please God let him be single.

I ask, "are you new here."

"No," he replies. "I've been a member for 6 months."

"Me too," I reply. "I've never seen you here."

"I've seen you."

Where? You're HOT. How did I not notice you?

We chatted for a short while becoming acquainted. As it turns out Ron is in a marriage that is "falling apart" His wife of 8 years since he was 24 doesn't yet know that he is into men.

"I've been on a couple of dates with guys. I tell her that I'm hanging out with friends from college."

"And she buys that," I ask.

"Right now she thinks I'm at the gym. I do own a gym membership."

"Did you fuck?"

"Why else would I hang out with them?"

Several minutes pass. He wants more than chat, as do I.

I want to go into a stall with him. The bathhouse has several of these. Each one is the size of a closet but without a door.

Just before opening the sauna door I turn my head to him.

"The stall," I said.

"Yup," he replied.

Inside the stall in full view of voyeurs Ron and I are making out and fondling each other's cock. Before long we are both aroused sexually. My boner points to my chin, as does his.

I drop down to my knees putting my lips to the small pink head. My tongue brushes his head then my lips close around the shaft. My head bobs sliding my lips forward and back.

Ron rubs my shoulders and gently strokes my hair while I delight in sucking his cock. I take my dick in a loose grip keeping it hard. I have every intention of masturbating until I ejaculate before I leave the bathhouse.

After a couple of minutes I back my head away from his cock and look up at him.

"I need you to fuck me."

"You're a bottom."

I go onto my hands and knees letting him spread lubricant inside me.

He drops the bottle of K Y. I am lying on my back resting my feet on his shoulders. His thick uncut cock is sliding easily over the grease that lines my hole. I grunt softly.

Don't stop. This feels so good.

Suddenly I watch him back away withdrawing his dick from my anus. I want to ask why he stopped fucking me but the answer is in the cum that spills from his condom.

He extends a hand helping me up.

"I feel like sitting inside the jacuzzi. Sit with me."

"Sure," I said.

Ron and I sit along side one another in the tub of 104 degree bubbling water. He opens the conversation.

"How old are you?"

"22," I reply.

"I take it you are single."

"I'm single."

"I played shortstop on the Chula Vista high school team. I still love baseball."

"I watch the game but never played in organized league. I wasn't good enough. I was usually the last kid picked."

"That's cool."

"Where did you meet your wife?"

"A friend played matchmaker when I was your age."

"What kind of work do you do?"

"I'm a programmer with Google."

"The world's most famous encyclopedia," I quipped.

"That's the one," he replied.

His hand suddenly went to my nut sack pushing my balls making me moan softly with delight.

After a few seconds he spoke freely. "My friends are all straight. The guys I hung out with when I played baseball and the guys I hung out with in college are all straight."

"I figured it out when I was 15. That's when I met Paul."

"He was your first boyfriend?"

"Uh huh," I replied with a nod.

"Were your parents okay you being gay?"

"Yah," I said. "I brought Paul to meet them. My first ever fuck was upstairs in my bedroom."

"Do you guys stay in touch?"

"He enlisted in the army right after high school. I just finished college."

He fucks guys behind her back. His wife will hate him when she learns of it. His wife is probably very attractive and very nice.

I asked, "What's your wife's name."

"Kayla," he replied.

I talked briefly about Paul giving a physical description and the things we did together outside the bedroom.

Introducing me to Kayla as a friend would be the perfect coverup, or so Ron thought. The time is 6 p.m. The day is Tuesday. In response to an invitation I came to a false brick front house with a wide garage. The grounds are bark mulch. A large oak tree provides shade.

Ron opens the front door inviting me inside We go through the house to a deck.

An attractive woman is sitting in a folding chair. Wavy chestnut hair reaches just inches below her shoulders. Her eyes are brown and her lips are Rouge coco. High cheekbones are spectacular.

She is wearing an aqua-blue off-the-shoulder top with elastic neckline and flutter sleeves. The pretty top hides her breasts. Her white capris jeans and wedge-heal sandals go well with her top.

"Kayla this is my friend Steve."

"It's nice to meet you. My husband has told me a lot about about you."

You told her everything except that we're fucking.

Night falls over the landscape. He walks with me out to my car parked at the curb. Ron plants a kiss on my mouth.

Kayla may be watching us from the window. If you want me tell her that and get your divorce.