It's So Different With Someone You know
My first date with another guy.
I had done the gay sauna bit and the male massage stuff, in fact I had been doing them for a couple of years or so. Hence, I had been 'hand relieved' several times, been given a couple of blow jobs and had sucked one guy. So as far as the basic stuff was concerned I was fairly experienced. What I had not done was fuck or be fucked. And more and more that was what I wanted. Whilst probably versatile I felt more akin to being a bottom and often visualised being had by an attractive guy around my mid- forties age.
I had offers, both at the sauna and with a masseur. But somehow paying to be fucked by a guy who has massaged me or losing my anal virginity in one of the tiny cells on a plastic covered, make do, bed didn't seem appropriate. I guess, in a way, I felt like a teenage girl does about having her cherry plucked, I wanted nice surroundings, an intimate and erotic atmosphere, some affection and knowing the person who takes it. Losing it to a stranger did not interest me at all.
In my mind I would meet someone. He would need to be clean and good looking, well built around six feet tall with no excess fat. Clean shaven or facial hair was immaterial, but I would prefer a hairy chest and would, unless there were other very compensating factors, steer away from men who are shaven all over; I prefer the natural look. We would get to know each other perhaps over drinks and then would have dinner together. If all goes well we would then go to the hotel room we had previously booked for the night. Yes I wanted to be wooed on a date and then fucked by a friend not a stranger.
Although I visit male massage places and go to a gay sauna about once a month, I still have an active sex life with my wife who really is quite gorgeous and very sexy although not very adventurous. We do not, as such, have an open marriage, but an 'understanding' in that we both have our own lives. We do not ask the other about that so it is probable that Kelly has the odd sexual adventure on the side as, indeed I do. Hers are unlikely to be with other women as I have been trying to get her to have a threesome with another girl for years. Her mantra of 'I have no interest in other women' is not only frustrating for me but also most disappointing.
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I had to visit the company's head office in San Francisco. The London office where I worked had been made responsible for developing an integrated, global social media platform. It was my responsibility to launch, install and train the key personnel in the major locations round the world. My assistant had scheduled a series of presentations to senior managers that together with the formal global launch and a series of training sessions programmes would keep me there for two weeks; what a lovely assignment!
The manager responsible for 'owning' the process in HO was Merve Galway. I had met him at corporate events a few times and he and our wives, Helga and Kelly had dined together both in London and in New York in the past year or so. I liked him and we got on well. More to the point the girls got on well and I felt as did Kelly, that we came near to partner swapping and had we have had longer in NY then we may well have done.
"Why don't you come out to the house at the weekend?" Merve had said on the Thursday. "Get some sun, relax by the pool, swim."
As I worked most evenings keeping in touch with what was happening in London and then started work at six thirty in the morning I had earmarked the weekend as my fun time and had identified a couple of likely looking gay saunas where I could extend my bi experiences. Hence, I was a little reluctant to accept, but felt that it would be rude not to and who knows, perhaps he and his wife Helga had an mmf threesome planned, I thought rather forlornly.
The company had supplied me with a car so I was cruising down route 101 towards Mountainview late on the Saturday morning. The traffic was light so it only took forty minutes or so.
"Where's Helga?" I asked Merve after he had greeted me, led me through to the pool area and we both had beers.
"Oh she had to visit her mum in Seattle, she said to say hi."
We chatted away for a while until Merve said.
"That pool looks inviting James, shall we?"
"Why not?"
"You can leave your clothe in the conservatory," he told me as he walked away.
When he returned with a dark green and mauve towel round his waist I was down to my boxers.
He stood just outside the open conservatory door about ten feet or so from me and looked at me. I held his gaze.
"Actually James, when it's all boys together or sometimes when girls are here as well, we don't bother with swim clothes..." He paused for a moment before continuing. "It's completely private and secluded," as he unravelled the towel and let it fall open still holding it.
I gulped. He was totally naked and looked great. He had a good body, with a flat stomach, long lithe legs and a toned and nice, slightly hairy chest.
"Oh I see," I stammered, not knowing quite what to do.
"Your call of course," he went on staring at me.
I know that I have a pretty good physique and that I am reasonably well hung; visiting gay saunas gives you plenty of opportunity to compare yourself to others, so I am not embarrassed with being naked. This was different though. I had no idea what Merve was about and my heart started to pound when I wondered whether this was a come on and if he was hitting on me. I had absolutely no reason to believe that he was bi for he had given no hint of anything like that and, of course, he had a gorgeous wife. But then, I rationalised, so did I.
I had almost forgotten that I had messed around quite a lot with other men and that for several months I had wanted to meet someone and go on a date. But not just a date for I now wanted to be fucked. Several guys at the sauna had offered to have me, but the surroundings of the sauna were not conducive to that; I really did not want to lose my bi virginity in a tiny cell. Although not a naturally submissive sort of guy I felt that I was far more inclined to being a bottom than a top. I had not discussed actual penetration with anyone, but I didn't have a great urge to fuck another guy, although I thought that I probably would if he wanted me to.
I was nervous. My hands were shaking as I pushed my boxers down and stood before Merve naked.
"Come on let's swim. Ever swum naked?" he asked.
I almost told him that I had several times at the gay sauna, but felt that might not be wise, after all so far there had been no hint of anything other than nudity. And two men being naked together did not add up to anything other than naturism, or did it?
We swam for a while then both laid out in the sun. A couple of times I wondered whether he would offer to put sun oil on me by way of an advance, but alas he didn't. In any case it was not really that hot just low seventies so it was not really necessary.
Round about four when it was getting chilly he suggested we grill some steak, which he did brilliantly.
"Just pop this on if you are chilly," he said handing me a fluffy, white dressing gown. "We can eat out here then."
We had a nice meal with a bottle of Californian red. That loosened us up quite a bit and somehow the conversation got round to our wives.
"Have you and Kelly ever been swingers?" He somewhat shocked me by asking.
"Er no, no we haven't."
"It's just that Helga got the impression that you and Kelly had a fairly open marriage."
"We do but not that far, well not yet at least. How about you?"
"Yes Helg and I do from time to time."
"Enjoy it?"
"Yes we do very much and we think it helps our marriage."
I was enjoying the whole thing, but particularly the intimacy of the conversation.
We had finished the bottle while we still eating so standing up and going into the house he opened another and stood in front of me and went to pour it.
"Er I had better stop now."
"Stop what?"
