Finding My Way

I walked up and down this street for what must be at least fifty times, not all on the same day though. Many times I chickened out. I used to catch the train into the city, have a burger and take a look at the gay bath house. I'd found it online and wanted to get inside but every time I went up to the door there was always somebody coming down the street, be it a couple of young women, or a grumpy old guy, anybody really who would give me a nasty look, knowing what was on my dirty mind.

Well one day I actually put my head down and quickly stepped inside. It was a small lobby and the bath house was up a flight of stairs. I saw the camera and decided some one would be looking at me so I made my way up.

A guy looked at me through a grille so I said nothing just pushed some money his way and he buzzed me in without a word. Other times some one would ask my age and I always said eighteen. I had no ID but could rattle off a suitable date of birth. Eventually they recognised me and didn't ask and anyway I turned eighteen some months later.

I collected a key and a towel and found the locker room, undressing quickly. I refused all solicitations from men of all ages and sizes, creeping around like I didn't belong.

I found the glory hole section and it was like being hit by lightning, this was what I wanted. I went into a cubicle, saw I could bolt it from the inside ( great ! ) and that the hole was at face level, the men looking for a blow job being on an upper level. It was also dark, another plus, so I waited , my guts twisting.

After five minutes I saw a towel. It was removed and there was a cock, a semi, with foreskin. It poked through so I ran my fingers over it, surprised by how soft the skin was. It stiffened, the head was so close to my lips. Carefully I kissed it, licked it, then finally took it into my mouth. I sucked it gently. He didn't cum, gave up after a few minutes and left. I thought I was a pretty lousy suck.

It was my third cock that ejaculated into my mouth. I let it dribble down my chest, not swallowing but excited all the same. My cock was rock hard.

This was my preferred sexual activity for the next few months, hiding in the dark and sucking on anonymous cocks. However I did learn and decided it was time to go up to the upper level and get my cock drained for a change by some kind soul.

When I was more relaxed about visiting my bath house I felt it was time to try the spa. A tall thin guy slipped into the spa next to me. His head seemed large, he had a high forehead and his slate grey hair was brushed back. Up close his skin revealed he was a bit older than he looked at first. He had a moustache, held out his hand to shake and said,'Hello, I'm Hector. You sucked my cock about ten minutes ago.' He'd hung around to see who came out of the downstairs cubicle then followed me to the spa.

He put his arm around my shoulders and I had an instant erection. He asked if I would join him in a room. I confessed I was a virgin, had only sucked cock, never fucked with a male or female, but I wanted him to teach me, be my first. I'd been overtaken by a sudden rush of lust for his lean body, his long arms and slender fingers. When he stood up his cock hung fat, long and low. I was trembling already.

He touched my arm, said quietly 'Let's go'.

He fucked me. Slowly, gently, lovingly, with kisses and strong hugs. I was so blessed to have him as my initiation into the arts of love.

That was the start of my journey into a gay life.