Looking to come again – if I’m confident enough

I’m a straight guy, who has a curious side. Basically, I like to be played with. I’ve known about Number 52 Sauna for a few years, and finally plucked up the courage to visit before Christmas last year. Not really knowing what to expect, despite having read the comments on here, I ventured in and was greeted at the desk. The guy asked me if I knew what the place was (he actually said ‘did you know this place is a brothel?’) to which I said yes, and was handed a towel and showed in. I made my way through to the changing room, undressed, put everything in a locker, and started to wonder around.

I was incredibly nervous. I decided to look around the building first before doing anything at all. I made my way upstairs, and spotted a porno playing on a screen. I decided to sit and watch it for a bit, with nobody else around at that point, and started to wank. This did not last long, as a man soon came to sit beside me. He was a bigger man than me, and looked a tad older, possibly in his 40’s. At this point, he reached over and took hold of my cock (the first man ever to do so) and started wanking me. It felt incredible, having another man wanking me off. Things quickly turned up, as he took my cock in his mouth and started swirling his tongue around my cock head. I was in heaven, bucking my hips toward his face – when he stopped, took me by the hand, and led me to a side room.

I sat on the edge of the bench, not knowing what was going to happen, my heart racing.

He took my cock in his mouth again, and started to blow me, bobbing up and down on my now very hard cock. I leant back, my head resting on the wall, which raised me legs a little. He must’ve seen this as a sign, as I soon felt a finger touching my hole – again, the first person ever to do so. He took his mouth off my cock, tipped me back further and I felt his tongue starting to probe my arsehole. The sensation was amazing; here I was being rimmed for the first time. I was in heaven. As I took a sharp breath while his tongue flicked across my hole, he started to wank me off again. My heart beat quickened again, and I was bucking my hips like crazy. This caused him to stop licking my hole, and instead he inserted a finger; again, the first time somebody has done so. His finger slipped in and out of my hole, sending shivers across my body with each push. Soon, one finger became two. It was at this point I couldn’t hold it in any more – I came, sending wads of cum over my body and his, as I cried out in pleasure.

I stood up, shaking. He smiled at me, told me to loosen up and enjoy myself, and I watched as he exited the room. Within my first 15 mins of being in the building, I’d been wanked, rimmed, fingered and made to cum in front of a stranger. I was a rather happy boy.

By now I had spent my cum; I needed to rest a little before trying anything again. I made my way down the hall, and saw a room by the stairs I hadn’t noticed before. There was a giant cross at the back of it, and what looked like a bench next to it. On the bench was a man being fucked by another, his long cock sliding in and out of his arsehole. Part of me shivered. I’d let somebody finger me, rim me etc. But I hadn’t really considered being fucked. I should say again, I am straight – but I enjoy being played with, I enjoy letting other people have a bit of control of my body.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. A voice whispered in my ear “that could be you. you could be fucking or getting fucked. Step forward and try Don’t be afraid to give things a go here, you know you want to”. I chickened out, turned and went downstairs.

I decided since I had already cum, there wasn’t a lot of point in me staying much longer. So I went to the hot tub to relax for a bit before leaving. Two guys were in there, both a bit older than me, talking to each other. I just sat for a bit, letting the water wash over me. The younger of the two gents in with me got out and left, leaving me with the stockier gentleman.

“I do love the hot tub” he said.

I answered back that I agreed, it felt nice and relaxing.

A few mins passed. “I do wish I could touch your cock, it does look amazing”

If I hadn’t have been sent to heaven and back again upstairs, this comment might have thrown me somewhat. I took it all in my stride though, and raised my hips, offering him a view. He slid over, and started to stroke my cock to full erection again.

“Does a pretty cock like this come with an equally pretty arsehole?”

Well – when in Rome. I stood up, leant over the edge of the hot tub, and showed him my hole. Immediately, I felt his tongue entering my hole. I say entering, it was forcing its way in much deeper than the previous guy. This was a tongue fucking, and I was beside myself. I let out a little moan. “oh baby, you like that?” I moaned again, spreading my cheeks further to give him more access. A second later, he stopped and asked my the question I was dreading out of nerves. “Do you have a condom? I so want to fuck your arsehole baby”. I replied that I didnt, and didnt want fucking without one. He muttered a response, and instead of licking my sensitive hole, he licked a finger, and started to finger me. His fingers were bigger than the last guy. It felt incredible. He suddenly stopped fingering me, simply holding his finger in me for a while. Then, he started to flick the edge of his finger up – at which point he hit the magic button. I gasped and moaned as he pushed against my prostate. He leant forward and said “always happy to hit the magic button baby”. He withdrew his finger, and I felt two fingers push up against me. I struggled a bit (bigger fingers), but soon was bucking up against him, wanting to take more and more in my tight hole.

He reached under me and started to stroke my cock, trying to make me cum. Despite the exceptional feelings I was experiencing, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to to cum again so soon. I turned round to him, and apologised, saying I’d been upstairs and jut came recently. He smiled, and said “I’ll happily take your cock juice next time”. He leant forward, sucked my cock once, and left the hot tub.

I sat there for a moment, thinking about my experience. I asked myself as I got dressed again (feeling a few eyes on me while I stood with my cock out) did I enjoy it? yes, Yes I did. How did I feel? Dirty, but not in a good way. I decided to get a STD test ordered on the way home, thinking better to be safe than sorry.

Would I come again? Perhaps yes. Although I think I would engage in a more limited experience – one that reduces STD’s a bit further than what I did perhaps. I loved being fingered, and enjoyed being wanked. Perhaps thats where I leave my activities – and maybe engage in a condomed fuck next time too.

Maybe I will come again. But I need to build up my confidence first.