2nd Visit

Well, hot on the heels of my first visit last week, I found myself with a full weekend free so decided to go all in, balls to the wall, pedal to the metal and book in for a 2 night stay at my new favourite place on earth, number 52 sauna. This will be a long meandering write up, cos I can gab, so if that’s not your thing then just ignore me, it’s probably for the best. To recap, I’m only recently bi, early 40s, and packing a paunch that I’m going to have to try and shift but in the meantime the towel hides a lot of it.

So first things first, the weekend room price is insane, like even more insane than the time I spent a few nights in a secure MH unit (but that’s a story for another time, I wouldn’t recommend it). It’s only £65 for 2 nights, plus your £40 weekend pass for your cum n go access to the venue. Unbelievably good value if you ask me. You can literally rock up at opening time on Friday and stay till closing time on Sunday. I even managed to squeeze in a bit of Christmas shopping up in town during my stay. All round good guy and genial host Gar welcomed me in and with his 2 sidekicks kept the #bantz and friendly chat going all weekend. The room’s literally a bed and a TV but that’s all you need. Bed’s comfy and it was some high thread count sheetage giving a nice premium feel. Oh and thermostatically controlled heating so you aren’t gonna freeze. Just ask at reception for a fresh towel each day and job’s a good un.

Everyone always asks what day’s the best to go and it’s impossible to answer. This Friday afternoon was quieter than the one previous, but this time I spent some time in the cafe bar having a little chill and quaffing a few Peronis. You can sit in there whether fully clothed or in your towel, and can use your phone if you like. I soon got settled into my usual routine of hot tub, walkaround, sauna, walkaround, steam room, walkaround. Nothing really catching my eye and nothing coming my way but like Nacho Libre said, You Can’t Win Them All. That all changed around early evening when I spotted a guy on my walkaround, we watched a bit of TV in an open room then locked the door and you can guess the rest. Shame he didn’t have a lot of time as he had to leave soon but lucky for me I’d met him just in time. A proper sweet guy who I would be more than happy to bump into again. Other than that I enjoyed a bit more success in the sauna later that evening followed by another trip to a private room. After than I had a quiet spell, think I went back to the bedroom and watched some TV. No more “fun” to be had but later on towards midnight I ended up in the hot tub for a couple of hours just having some good old banter with 3 other guys, all of us completely different ages ranging from 19 to errrr, older, chatting about all sorts of nonsense, some clean chat, some dirty chat, sharing experiences and outlooks on life. I could have imagined lighting up a big fat cigar like guys in a London gentleman’s club from back in the day but alas not allowed these days. Suffice to say it was really decent night, and proves you don’t have to get dirty to enjoy yourself.

After a few hours kip it was Saturday already and I was up in the main complex for a shower and to brush my teeth, had no idea if the guys in there at 8am had been there all night or had just rocked up but I did ask myself if they wondered why this douchebag (me) was walking round with a tube of toothpaste and a tongue scraper. After that I headed into town for a few hours, returning early afternoon. I had a couple of beers in the cafe bar and settled back in. Numbers were picking up but nothing on my radar. I’m a quality over quantity sort of guy, not that I’m anything to look at myself, but one must maintain some standards. It had got to early evening again and nothing doing until a younger guy came in with what I can only describe as the most perfect body I have ever seen on a guy – yes he was half my age but it’s not a crime is it?! I was in the hot tub again at this point with 2 other guys but sadly I was in a poor position strategically, and when this bronze skinned adonis entered the tub, he positioned himself between the other 2 guys, much to my annoyance but that’s life. I had on a previous occasion once seen a guy literally jump out of his seat and cockblock another guy but that’s too macho for my style and I didn’t want to come across like an aggressive a-hole so I stayed put, expecting one of the other 2 guys to make a move, but inexplicably they didn’t. After about 10 minutes the hot guy left the tub. I didn’t follow, cos following people is creepy, so instead I got out shortly after and went to the cafe bar for a Peroni sharpener followed by a walkabout but the lad was nowhere to be seen. Gutted, I felt like the teenage me back at the school disco after the lass I’d had my eye on all night copped off with my best mate. However, fortune favours the brave and all that, so after a wee while I did a wander in the different direction and the gay gods must have been looking down on me as I passed this ridiculously hot lad in a corridor, and after a smile and a hello we got talking for like 20 minutes or so. It was all very civilised and I feared I was falling into the friendzone (which as any straight guy will tell you, is not somewhere you want to be), so I had to escalate and suggest a visit to a private room. Well, 2 hours later we emerged and I have to say I have honestly never had that level of “feels” for a hell of a long time. In fact as someone who was straight up to this year, I didn’t think it was possible to feel that way about a guy. Talk about an awakening! Shall I hand in my Straight card? Nah I can’t, women are still beautiful creatures but my goodness this lad was on a par with the hottest females I’ve ever known. If you’re reading this Mr Student, then get in touch and lets do it again. So…. after that my night was kind of complete so I just headed off to bask in the previous hours fun, have a snack and a relatively early night. I gather it got pretty busy late on into Sunday morning but I was half asleep and didn’t re-enter the fray so I’m afraid I can’t personally comment.

Sunday came and went. To be honest it wasn’t really the day for me. It got quite busy later on but nothing catching my eye and seemed to be heavy on a certain demographic, one which I’ll probably be in in a few years time. However all things considered I can’t complain at all about my long weekend, 2 days out of 3 ain’t bad and if anything I’m probably more crestfallen that I am unlikely to ever reach the heady heights of that Saturday night again. I’ll have to get over the one-itis, certainly a new one for me as far as guys are concerned, time for a Michael Jackson and take a look at the man in the mirror maybe. Anyhoo…… thanks for reading, I did digress a little. Did I say I had a great time? Yes? Good! Get yourselves there and get involved. As a mate once said to me many years ago, “If you don’t, somebody else will!”

Unfortunately due to other commitments it’s unlikely I’ll be back up there for a few weeks but I WILL be back as soon as life allows. Take it easy fellas, good health and good luck.