He said his name was Paul and indeed it may well have been, who would know ?  After all I had said that mine was Simon and it was not.

All my life I have found guys to be more attractive to my inner feelings than girls but I had never actually done anything about it. Oh yeah I had fantasised and I had dreamed but in practical terms my experiences were strictly confined to surfing the Internet for gay sites and chatrooms and when I had been feeling particularly brave I had tried out a couple of telephone chat lines.  A few times guys had suggested we meet up and have some fun, sure I was always tempted but never was my courage strong enough to actually accept their invitations.  More and more it looked as if I would live in a world of self-imposed frustration and virginity until I was too old for it to matter any more.

Then something happened which was to change the course of destiny.  When I consider all the variables and just how many factors had to fall in place just at the right time that which I am about to relate to you is nothing short of a miracle.

I had been in the chatroom for a couple of hours, nothing very much was going on and I was about to quit.  But just as my boredom threshold was almost passed I struck up a conversation with a guy who told me all about his experiences visiting London’s numerous gay saunas.  I was absolutely fascinated and when our chatting came to an end I logged out of the chatroom and went straight to the web search where I typed in London Gay Saunas.  Bloody Hell !

I am not specially shy or reserved in other areas of my life but where my sexuality is concerned I had a track record of incredible shyness stretching right back into my early adolescence.  I can not, therefore, properly explain to you how significant it was for me to make the decision.  But strangely it was not a difficult decision for me to take.  I made up my mind quickly and although over the next couple of days I had slight waverings there never was any doubt I would go through with it.

Chariots have gay saunas all over London, after checking out their website I elected to give my patronage to their Liverpool Street branch.  Now I need to explain that I don’t live anywhere near the Liverpool Street district of London,  man I don’t even live in London !  It was something of an expedition for me.  I took the train down to Euston then a tube across the city after which I began to walk.  

I had noted the directions from the website: When you arrive at Liverpool St. Station, look for the exit marked "Bishops Gate West" you will find it next to platforms 14, 15 & 16. Take this exit and turn left outside the station. Walk for approximately seven minutes, we are the third major turning on your left. If you have an A to Z you will find us located on the junction between Great Eastern street and Shoreditch High Street. Keep your eyes open for a Majestic Wine Warehouse, we are right next door.   Spot on, I was almost there.

I doubt my heart had ever beat so fast and caution was working overtime, trying to turn me round at every step.  It was as if my conscious brain was constantly having to override my subconscious thinking.  Victory can not be achieved by retreating, I thought to myself.  Time to stop running away from the inevitable.  For the first time in my life I was showing a firmness of purpose where my natural desires were concerned.  The muscles of my stomach knotted and my throat was dry with fear but against these there was a pleasant heaviness between my legs which was driving me on.

Once inside the doors my pulse rate slowed a little, a few deep breaths and I made my way into the changing room.  I was not alone.  It was there I first set my eyes on Paul.

He was sitting there on one of the slatted wooden benches, a white towel casually wrapped round his waist, not fastened but with the two ends draped between his legs and covering all of his manhood save for a small patch of thick dark pubic hair.

We smiled at each other, he with a cunning confidence and me with one all too visible sign of nervous shyness.

“Morning,”  I said trying to be polite.

“Good morning to you,”  he replied.  “My name’s Paul.”

“I’m Simon,”  It was the first name that came into my head and I haven’t a clue where it came from.  My name is not Simon and I don’t even know anyone called Simon.  Still it would do as I wasn’t about to disclose my true identity.  I am not sure if I was physically shaking on the outside but within every nerve was oscillating with electricity.  I took a pace forward and offered my right hand in friendship.

Paul stood up to take my hand and shake it.  As he did so that white towel fell away from his body and slipped silently to the floor.

“Ooops,” he said but made no attempt to pick it up.   Instead he proffered a firm and warm handshake.  I smiled.

“It’s your first time,” Paul said.

“Does it show that much ?”

“Fraid so.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.  Here let me help you.”

Paul deftly  took my tee shirt and lifted it up over my head.  I offered no resistance and raised my arms high into the air in order to help as best I could.

The cool air met my skin.  Hey, this was good and my earlier fears began to fade.

“Rich guys have their own personal valet to dress and undress them,”   Paul said quietly.   “So  Simon, tell me, can I be your valet ?”

“I’d like that.”

I looked at Paul, he was perhaps a bit younger than me; twenty-two or twenty-three I guessed.  Not the fittest body in the world but slim with everything in the right place, exactly the right place.  His hair was dark and cut in a style belonging to a couple of decades earlier but I like guys with long hair – I always have.  By this stage I was quite hard and any time now Paul’s hands would find that fact out.  He, however, was still quite limp – what self control.  I tried to estimate his size and calculated that in an erection he would be somewhere between six and six and a half inches.

“Nice chest,”  Paul said gently caressing my skin.  His touch was electrifying and made every tiny hair on the back of my neck stand up.  “You know I think you could do with as tattoo right here.”  He pointed out a place diagonally upward from my right nipple, kind of mid-way to my shoulder.  “Yes here.”

Instead of a tattoo he planted a kiss, quite gentle at first then sucking like a vampire until he sensuously painted a beautiful love bite which would stay visible for days to come.  My mind spun into a whirl and I hoped it would never fade.

My hands instinctively reached for my jeans and made to unfasten the waist but Paul reacted to stop me.  He held my arm  until he had finished that long kiss.

“I am your valet,’ he said.  “It is my duty and my duty alone to attend to that.”

“Then tend away.”  How bold I was becoming.

And tend Paul did, expertly stripping me down to nothing more than a pair of tight briefs.  Inside my cock twitched, skittered and fought to escape like a cat scratching at a door as it demands to be let out.

My eyes had been closed as I entered into this new world so making it possible to observe Paul only with my mind and without the sense of sight I did not witness my new friend’s manhood rise to the perpendicular.  When I did see the feast of that wonderful sight it was clear I had earlier underestimated its magnitude.  I reassessed it to be a good eight inches.

Dare I ?

Yes, I dare.

I reached through the small space between us and took a hold.  It was the very first time I had touched a man in this way, how truly splendid it felt.  That hot thick shaft between my fingers, what had I been missing all my life ?  For certain I had some time to make up, I would not miss out on such things any more and I would begin right there and then with Paul.

I wanted Paul to hold me in the same way, please Paul.  He obliged without a word being spoken and we stood naked together embracing one another’s manhood in a gesture of spectacular, sensual surrealism.

It would have been heaven on earth for me to have remained like that for eternity.  As a novice, as a virgin, I had only previously dreamed of anything like this and all of my dreams had fallen short of reality.  Clearly Paul was no novice in these matters and there was more – better – yet to come.

Paul changed his position to leave him standing close behind me.  His right hand was still holding my cock in a tight fist while his left with fingers widely splayed now rested on my chest. Our bodies were close together and I could feel the contour of that firm eight inches pressing against my buttocks.

Turning my head and squinting down I could see the love bite Paul had placed there, far better than a tattoo.  There must have been some kind of sixth sense communication between us for as I wished for Paul to do it again so he began to plant a second, this time on my right shoulder.  I could feel the tiny blood vessels burst as his mouth drew them up through the skin to the surface of my body.

I wanted to use my own mouth on Paul and determined that was what I would do as soon as the work on this second love bite was finished.  During my numerous visits to Internet chat rooms so many guys had talked about sucking and of course I had seen thousands of site with pictures.  I could do that, of course I could do that, and what a juicy rod of pleasure Paul had.

I allowed my friend to finish then took over control of the next phase of operations.  I wondered how many times Paul had been sucked before then determined that mine would be his best, his very best experience.   I smiled to myself: virgin novice to expert in a single session.  Just wait and see….yeah just wait and see.

My mouth was salivating in wild anticipation as every part of me moved into rapid overdrive.  Kneeling before my new friend my eyes focused in vivid close up on that beautiful sight.  Paul put his fingers to the base and pushed everything towards me.  The head – deep pink or was it vermilion red – was but a tiny distance from me.

Only the slightest movement was needed for me to plant a soft gentle kiss on that incredible territory.  A tiny, tiny drop of moisture met my lips but that drop was full of a billion taste atoms each one sending waves of pleasure to my brain.

My mouth opened and I took in just the head, sealing a vacuum where it me the shaft.  Using my tongue I began to explore and what a voyage of discovery it was.  If that first tincture of taste had set my oral nerves on fire this was a violent explosion, an atomic reaction confined and held into the space of a single thought.  An orchestra played music whose composition and harmony could not have come from this world.

I took in more.  I could feel the pulse of Paul as his cock throbbed inside me.  Again I took in more and then once again until, amazingly, everything was inside my mouth.

Time to suck and by way of an inborn instinct I knew how to do this.  Perhaps years of fantasy had prepared me or could it be in a different life, a different time, a different world or dimension I had done this before – many times before ?

Paul gave a pleasured groan and said, “Hey.”  Nothing more just that single word.

I vented my mouth of all air then drew in again before repeating the action over and over.  Each time I gently managed with my tongue. Imagine a taste so sweet it would make honey appear bitter. Imagine the finest vintage wine pale into water by the side of my experience.  Even then my pathetic attempt at description can not bring to you the ecstasy I there found.

Paul was breathing deeply, very deeply and I knew he was not far from cumming.  I wanted him to cum,  I wanted him to cum while I was still caressing that wonderful cock in my mouth.  Harder I sucked and Paul’s deep sighing turned into screams, screams of pleasure – louder and louder.  And then he came.  I swallowed as fast as he could pump that nectar into me.  I can not tell you for how long this went on, it felt like an age but all too soon that age was passed.

I let go of my oral hold on Paul and stood up.  He smiled.  “You’re good.”

“Thanks.”

He smiled again.  “Simon, I don’t quite know how to put this.  That was fantastic, bloody fantastic.  But this changing room is just an ante-room to the sauna, the sauna where the main action takes place.”

“I guess so.”

“So how are you going to follow that ?”

“Let’s go in and find out.”

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