Ryan's life (Part 2) (Patreon)

This is the second part of a spin-off of "My First Year ..." where we explore Tyler big brother's, Ryan, exhibitionist side.

You can read all novels: My First Year in College and the sequels My First Year in Prison and My First Year with Austin on this Patreon.

Read part 1 of Ryan's exhibitionist life here: Introduction to exhibitionism: Skimpy speedos in Barcelona

This bonus story will only be posted on Patreon.

As always, this story is purely fictionnal and all characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.

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RYAN EXHIBITIONIST'S LIFE

Embracing the exhibitionist’s lifestyle: hot in the sauna

Who would have thought that I would be a frequent (and avid) visitor of gay spas and saunas in my late twenties? Certainly not me!

Before I continue with the story of my rather unusual sexual experiences, I have to clarify that I have always considered myself as a straight man.

Not that it should matter but I am only specifying this because if I were gay, the story I am about to tell would seem ordinary, or even boring. Gay guys doing meet-up in the saunas, where is the fun in that? But a straight guy adventuring himself? Hopefully, now, I got your attention!

The truth is, I have never been attracted to another man.

I can never see myself dating a guy or even just have a one-night stand. What can I say? A cock or a male hairy bum just does not make my dick twitch. I love my wife Mallory to death and if I ever were to ever cheat on her, it would be with a woman. Preferably, a kinky girl with sexy feet.

Yet, as a straight guy, I have found myself having some rather gay experiences. Would those qualify me as bisexual or “curious”? Maybe! The thing is, I was not looking to have sex with these men, I was simply looking for their attention.

At some point, I can say that I was craving for it!

My journey as an exhibitionist started through Instagram where I was showing myself for naughty girls from all over the world and the internet to see. It took a turn during a trip in Europe where I found myself showing off for gay guys on a mostly nudist beach in Barcelona.

The sensations of doing something forbidden mixed with the awareness that I was being watched, and even more so, admired, had made this trip a turning point in my sexual life. But if you have read my previous story, you already know all about that.

Before that, my only male-on-male experiences had happened in college.

I started to fool around with my roommate and best friend at the time, Timothy, to compensate for our, or rather his, inability to seal the deal with the hot girls studying (and partying) on our campus. It may sound surprising as were both fit and quite popular, but no matter what, at 19, my roommate was struggling with the ladies.

Timothy came up with a rule. If one of us had not scored with a girl in the last ten days, he could request from the other one to give him a blowjob to compensate.

A friendly help, if you will!

He said that pretty much every roommate had this kind of deals on campus. “That’s what bros are for!” We were drunk and we had just watched a porn together when I agreed on that.

Who cared? I had always been confident with my sexuality so I was far from being afraid of turning gay by blowing a cock, especially if that cock belonged to my best friend at the time. “Bros being bros, no homo!”

Turned out, the rule was more beneficial to Timothy than it was to me as I could have sex pretty much whenever I wanted. I do not want to sound cocky, and not that I am proud of it, but I did have my ways to get in bed with pretty much the entire squad of (hot) cheerleaders. Okay, maybe I am somewhat proud of it.

The beauty of the deal though, was that if one of us were to require the “past 10 days blowjob” to the other, he also had to give one in return. Seemed fair enough!

As I was dating quite a lot of girls myself, (again, not to brag…), Tim was most often the one asking to enforce the ten days rule.

It surprised me the first time, but again, he asked at the right time when I was sufficiently drunk and horny to go along with it.

I do not think that my performance as a cock sucker was very good, I was clearly not into it and was rather mechanic about the whole thing. Besides, I was pretty much laughing the entire time. But Timothy did cum. Not in my mouth, he let me know first and jizzed on his own stomach.

On the other hand, Tim was shockingly good at it when he returned the favor! He was sucking my big dripping cock, bobbing up and down frenetically as if it was the last thing he would do in his entire life. He got me to full-mast in just a few seconds. My roommate could deepthroat my 7.5. inches and he also did not mind swallowing my juice.

This was a great bonus because only a few girls had swallowed my cum before that. All and all, I was impressed.

Spoiler alert: Timothy is now living with his “roommate” in New-York City and I have never seen him with a girl…

Maybe I was very naïve back then or more likely I simply did not care as long I was getting off, but I never questioned my roommate’s true intentions or his sexuality. We kept on going at it for almost a year. Maybe twice a month, we would blow each other’s off and he would always be way more committed to his task.

Do not get me wrong, I was really trying to be a good bro and help him out but having a dick in my mouth was just not it for me. I got used to it a little but I was not eager to lick my mate’s junks.

Only once, I had been the one requesting.

I had just broken up with my first long term girlfriend, I was depressed and I selfishly asked if he would not mind just sucking me off without me returning the favor. He said okay. Timothy was a good friend.

He deepthroated my cock and licked my balls like a fucking pro, even letting his warm tongue wandering around my asshole. That made me a bit uncomfortable until it was so good that I let my mind being fine with it.

I’m not gonna lie, the sensations were fucking great. I blew five or six thick loads right on my best friend’s face and for the first time, I considered how strange it was for a straight guy to be that good at being a cock-sucker… and ass-eater!

I guess I started to figure that Timothy might not be that straight after all but it was such a moot point for me that I really did not pounder over it too much.

Things slowed down naturally when I started dating Mallory. At some point, Timothy stopped asking for the blowjobs and I had almost forgotten all about it now that I was experiencing a healthy and solid relationship.

I talked about it with my brother and his boyfriend recently, amazed by how similar our stories actually were. Tyler is openly gay and is dating his roommate from college. Austin was “straight” until he started dating Tyler for real a few months back. Them too had fooled around during their freshman year.

It was funny to compare experiences and I wondered if I could flip, like Austin, and actually date a guy.

Maybe Timothy even thought that I could have been his “Austin” …

Sadly for him, I was not and we eventually lost touch. I sincerely hope that I did not break his heart without even realizing.

Anyway, besides this college’s experience which had been, for the most part, rather unimpactful for me, I had never done anything with a guy until I jerked off in public on a Barcelona’s beach.

Oh, the European’s air, that makes you do some crazy shit!

As you know, I learned that Mallory was pregnant at the same time and once we were back in the U.S., we found out she was expecting twins! That was a lot to take in, especially as we were both about to start working as residents’ surgeons in a Boston’s hospital.

At the beginning of her pregnancy, Mallory’s libido was on fire and we had some of our best sex. We had a dire need to release some of the pressure we were experiencing and it involved a lot of sloppy blowjobs and anal sex.

In her ass, I mean, not mine!

But when she started to gain some weight, she became less horny, less confident and it put a sudden stop to our intimate life.

Honestly, I did not have my mind to sex either, overwhelmed by the pregnancy, the babies to come (how the fuck was I going to handle that?!) and my new job. For the most part, I was watching CFNM (Clothed Females Naked Males) and feet porn on my phone in the bathroom and that was about if for my sexual life.

The first year with the twins was the hardest of my life.

Sure, I love them to death and I have loved them from the start. But damn it, no one tells you this is going to be that difficult!

We really tried to share the workload with Mallory but I think she was resenting me for the fact that she had to carry the babies, she had to stop working for health reasons in the middle of her pregnancy, and she also felt bad about leaving the kids to a nanny.

The saying is right: Happy Wife, Happy Life. And in this case, Mallory was very overwhelmed and stressed out which created tons of frictions between us.

By the time we had found our rhythm, our marriage had been seriously hurt and our sex life had taken a major hit as well. We were doing the bare minimum in bed to justify that we were still a couple and not just two roommates.

Well, thinking of which, I may have done more things with my roommate Timothy during our sophomore year than with Mallory during our second year of marriage!

Despite it all, I was still very clear on the fact that I did not want to cheat on my wife. Marriage means something and Mallory is the perfect fit for me. Still, I needed to find some sort of sexual escape…

One day, as I was feeling sore after a surgery, one of the nurses, George, told me that I should try a great massage’s place. George was in his in fifties, has spent all his working life in the service and was openly gay and fem. Everybody loved him, me included.

He was also the one who had come up with the nickname “McHottie” back when I was an intern in the same hospital. I was grateful for that, I never admitted it to the staff but I was certainly enjoying their attention a lot!

“A massage’s place… What kind?” I asked, suspiciously.

“You’re afraid I would send you to a gay place? What a nightmare that would be for you, doc! Homosexuaaaaaals, coming at you!” He teased me.

“Come on, George. You know I’m not like that but the last hairdresser you sent me to last time tried to convince me to pierce my nipples for the entire time! He also wanted to dye my hair silver!”

“Armando is amazing! You just don’t understand his art!” George replied with a smirk. “Truth be told, you are right to be worried. The masseurs are exclusively males and I would not advise a fresh piece of meat such as yourself to go into the sauna next door. But they are very professional and will not try to do anything inappropriate, I guarantee that. Well, unless you really ask for it of course!”

I chuckled nervously; the chief of surgery was passing by.

“Mmmm… I’m not sure.”

“You’re afraid someone might put a finger in the wrong hole?”

“George!”

No other nurse would dare to say something like that to a surgeon, but George was practically owning the place at that point.

“Listen, Doc, the masseurs working there are super qualified and it’s at a walking distance from here. I joke a lot but you can trust me on that. You’ll get out of there feeling better than you can imagine!”

I felt my back aching.

“Maybe I’ll try it. Give me the address.”

I was not able to go that evening as an emergency came in (I had to work on repairing a knee for four hours straight) but I went a couple days later.

My back pain was getting to a point when performing surgeries became difficult and I needed an hour for myself, away from work and from the house. The twins were starting to crawl all around our place and I was literally becoming insane.

I arrived quite late at the massage’s salon but it was still opened and a young guy, maybe 20 years old, welcomed me at the front desk. I noted that he assessed me from heads to toes but I did not mind.

Even though I had been very busy, I had kept on with working out three times a week. And you know me, felt good to be noticed.

“How may I help you, Sir?”

The receptionist did not call me “honey” or “babe”; it was a good sign that the place was indeed professional. It looked quite fancy with tasteful paintings on the walls and cozy modern armchairs everywhere.

“Would you have a free spot for a massage tonight? I know it’s last minute but I’m a surgeon and my back has been killing me lately.”

“Let me see what I can do for you, doctor.” After a few checks, he said: “I’m sure our masseur Bastian will be happy to help you out. You can take a sit in the room next door. He should be there any minute.”

I thanked him and went into the waiting area, the scents from body oils were everywhere and some relaxing music was playing in the background. I was alone in the room.

There were some rather explicit flyers regarding the sauna next door and others promoting Boston’s most popular gay bars.

Less than five minutes later, a black guy, very tall and with large hands, came to meet me. With his impressive physique, I thought that he must have been very popular with the clientele of this place. He was wearing a white blouse similar to what I was wearing at work except that his strong arms were exposed, even his biceps to his shoulders.

“Good evening, doctor Braxton. I am Bastian and I will be your masseur tonight.”

“Great, thank you. I was not sure anyone would be available at that hour and on such short notice.”

“I had a cancellation earlier. I guess this is your lucky day.” He said with a large smile.

He led me to another room at the end of a corridor, we turned right before the sign: “sauna area”.

Bastien asked me about my back problems and presented me the massage he was planning accordingly. I had taken intensive courses on physiotherapy and due to my work, I was very familiar with the human anatomy and re-education techniques, it seemed that Bastian knew exactly what he was doing and I felt instantly reassured.

“You can change and lie on the table; I will be here in a few minutes.”

“Hum… How should I change? I mean…”

I felt a bit embarrassed as it was obvious it was my first time there but Bastian remained very calm and reassuring.

“We usually perform our massages in the nude but you can keep your underwear on if you feel more comfortable.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just get naked.” I spoke.

You bet that I did not mind getting naked! I only wished everyone was more chilled about nudity in general.

“Perfect, then.”

Bastian left the room and I started to undress.

The smells, the soft lighting, the candles and the music were already relaxing me. I got naked and lied down on the massage table, on the front. I felt a breeze on my bare ass. I was feeling good about the place and about my masseur. He came in a couple minutes later.

I had my face buried in the table so I did not look at him but I recognized his voice.

“All set?” He asked.

“Yeah…” I mumbled.

“We shall start then.”

I heard him moving around me. For a second, I thought he was undressing but I did not pay too much attention to it. Finally, he started smearing oil all over my back and massaging me, deep and hard, just like I needed it.

He reached my lower back that he rubbed intensely for a good five minutes. I could not help myself when I let go of a soft moan.

God Bless George, he had really given me a solid recommending this place!

Bastian was very good at his job and in a few minutes, I was in a full state of daze, semi sleeping, semi enjoying the way he was moving his large hands all over me.

I did not even have a second thought when he started massaging the top of my ass and then, very firmly, my ass cheeks. Frankly, it just felt too nice for me to care that he was spreading my ass!

The massage was planned to last for 45 minutes and for the first half, I was in a bliss, losing more and more touch with my surroundings to really feel the moment.

Things did take an expecting turn when Bastian asked me to lie on my back. I obliged and had two realizations at the same time: First of all, I was hard as a rock, my 7.5 inches dick flapping against my abs… Second of all, Bastian was too! His incredible, almost unreal, 9+ inches monster cock standing right in front of me!

Damn, when he had said that the massages were normally performed fully nude, he meant for both parties! I had not thought of that.

I was flabbergasted but I was also so out-there and relaxed that I did not want to burst the bubble. I was fully hard and my masseur as well, just nature at work when we have a great time! Why should I have felt any type of way about this?

Bastian continued on with the massage as if this was totally normal, probably it was for him.

He was simply careful not to poke me with his hard and throbbing cock while he was working on my body. Despite his best efforts, no one can tame such a huge beast and his dick touched my waist, my pecs and even my face at multiple instances.

Probably it was the same thing when he was massaging me from behind - his dick must have touched my ass -, but I had not noticed at the time.

I swallowed my saliva as he was practically leaning on top of me, massaging my inner thighs. My dick was leaking precum everywhere but he was not touching it. Was I supposed to feel embarrassed by such a profusion of body fluids? My dick was spurting way too much precum without even jerking off!

A weird thought crossed my mind. Were we about to go further? He was so close to my balls. I was so close to cumming. I was ready for it.

But then, a soft ring occurred and Bastian slowly let go of my oily body. Time was up.

“I think we are done.” He whispered softly, already reaching to his own pair of pants while I was still lying on the table, my dick pointing towards my face and hopelessly spurting precum.

“Hum… Thank you…” I mumbled.

“Feeling better?” Bastian asked while putting back his blouse on.

“Much better…”

It took me a while to understand that I was overstaying my welcome, it was very late but I was stuck on that table, resisting to stroke my cock. When the masseur started to look at the clock on the wall, I finally got the message that it was time to go.

I reluctantly got off the table and dressed up.

I kept on staring at Bastian’s hands, those must have been magical! I was also glancing at his huge bulge; I had never seen such a big dick outside of porn. He was still clearly hard underneath his pants. A part of me was very pleased that I had produced such an effect on him. I was more surprised by the effect he had produced on me though. I was freaking horny!

“Will I see you again?” He asked.

“For sure…” I said, still in a daze.

I was much more relaxed when I got home to take care of the kids, Mallory had a late shift.

When she came back, I was still in a great mood and she gladly noticed.

I explained briefly that I had gone to a massage place and I proposed to take care of her sore body myself. I did not mention that the massage was fully nude, on both sides. Probably she would not have cared since it was with a guy, but as I fully intended to go back, I did not want to make things weird.

I fucked Mallory in the ass after rubbing various oils on her that night, and I came on her sexy feet. A pretty awesome evening if you want my opinion!

The next day, I told George that the place he had recommended was fine. He probably knew that they were practicing fully naked but he did not make any further comment. George was a smart guy, he only winked at me when I said that I may return there “one day”.

It was a bit awkward when he saw me there about a month later. We met in the lobby. It was my fourth, or maybe fifth time, getting massaged by Bastian.

But George was going to the sauna. He proposed that I joined in which I gently declined.

“I let you enjoy the massage then. You picked Bastian? I heard he’s very good.”

“He is… I mean… He’s super professional.”

“No doubt, no doubt…” George said as he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

I felt a bit stupid but I should not have. I was not doing anything wrong! Although, I was already hard in expectation for my massage, sitting in the waiting room. Was I turned on by Bastian? I did feel a weird attraction towards his incredible hands. I was not sure it was going anywhere beyond that.

Most of all, I think that I loved the way that I was making him hard.

Bastian would always start the massage being soft, his flaccid cock sometimes flapping against his thighs, but he would quickly go to full mast after inspecting and touching my body. And I am telling you, a big dick like that, that must take a lot of excitement to go fully hard!

Yeah… I was proud of the effect I had on him.

Being that narcissistic is certainly not a great look for me, I know, but what were you expecting from a story about a man coming to terms with his exhibitionist tendencies? I just freaking love to be watched! What can I say?

I even started to wonder. Was I the hottest guy he was massaging there? Was he getting hard with every client? I was dying to ask but I did not get much of a chance as we did not talk much during the sessions.

As soon as he would put his fingers on me, I would almost instantly lose my ability to interact or to do anything else than enjoying his touch. Not that I was falling asleep, I was just in a perfect state of relaxation. Bastian was massaging my feet like no-one else before.

Sometimes, his dick would poke my face and I would let it.

That time, where I met George in the lobby, Bastian actually smeared me with precum. I only noticed when we were done. His XXL dick was throbbing and leaking and I had some of my cheek, a bit of male juice had even ended up on my lips.

I did feel like we may have been crossing some kind of boundary there but again, I let myself enjoy the moment.

That was not the only weird instance of that session. For the first time, Bastian actually massaged my dick. Well, why beating around the bush? This is just a fancy way to say that he plainly jerked me off! And he did it fucking right. I jizzed all over my abs and in his incredible large hands.

None of us commented.

I thought he would also relieve himself, Bastian clearly seemed in a dire need to do so, but he remained professional. He wiped my chest off with a towel and kept on with the massage, his dick still seemingly on the verge of exploding.

I almost proposed to help him out, those balls must have been so full, but ultimately, I did not have the gut to say anything.

That ring again. The 45 minutes were up.

For a few weeks, the massages really got me going. It was a real turning point in getting back with my life and I put my new found energy to help Mallory out, and strengthen our marriage. The power of big black hands, I guess… We will talk about the power of big black cocks later on!

But as the wise Nelly Furtado once said, all good things must come to an end.

I went in for my usual 9 pm with Bastian on a Friday night when the guy at the lobby, I had found out that his name was Rico, told me that Bastian had to cancel his appointments last minute. He girlfriend was in labour.

Bastian had a girlfriend?! What the fuck?! And she was having a baby? What the hell?

Noticing my perplex face, Rico told me:

“I mean… You come in here too, right? And you’re married with kids?”

“I… Yeah… I just thought…”

“Bastian just loves all kind of people but he loves his girl the most.” Rico said with a smile on his face.

“Sure. That’s cool.”

I pretended that I was not phased but my mind was railing. I guess I was not as open-minded as I thought. Bastian had never told me that he was gay, I had just assumed. He could live his life how the fuck he wanted to!

“Do you want to wait for someone else to be available or come another time?”

“I guess I’ll just come back…”

I had seen the other masseurs before but none of them inspired the trust I had for Bastian. He knew exactly what to do to make me feel good without ever pushing my boundaries.

“You can also try the sauna. You’ve never gone, right?” Rico proposed.

“Right…”

“It’s a great way to relax as well.”  He insisted with a smirk.

I thought about it for a second.

“Why not.”

Maybe hearing how much Bastian could be free helped me see that there was no harm in trying. What the worst thing that could have happened? If I were not to like it, I would just leave.

“Great! Listen, Doctor Braxton, because I like you, I’ll grant you free access just for tonight, so you can test it out. Just grab a towel in the locker-room and enjoy.”

I did not need any more encouragement.

With a certain thrill, I finally passed the sauna sign I was glancing at every time I would come to this place, opened a pink door and found myself in a large locker-room.

There were only a couple of guys, two Latino dudes in their forties, wandering around naked. I soon followed suit, or rather, unsuited.

Now that I am older, I often wonder about the fuss we make about nudity and sexuality. I, myself, feel so much better in my birthday’s suit, even in this locker-room full of gay guys, I felt comfortable.

I still wrapped a towel around my waist before venturing into the place.

There were a couple of Jacuzzis, a spa, a decent size pool, three saunas, more table massages and… oh boy… literal sex rooms. I took a peek while visiting and stumbled upon four guys (or maybe there were five!?) all entangled onto one another, the youngest one being roughly fucked in the ass by the oldest one of the bunch!

I closed the door before they could invite me in. So those were the “back rooms” I had heard about before…

Even for me, a gay orgy was a bit much.

I instead went to sit in one of the saunas where the same relaxing music I could hear during my massages started to play.

I was alone at first. I got hard quite quickly, letting the towel fell at my feet, just enjoying the moment. I think the situation in itself, the fact that anyone could open the door and find me there got me really horned up. I almost wanted to get caught.

Correction, I definitely wanted to get caught.

I closed my eyes and let myself sweat. Fuck, that felt good too. Maybe not as good as a massage from Bastian or a foot job from Mallory, but damn good!

I thought about my younger brother. At the time, I was barely seeing him anymore. I felt silly being so far away from him.

Could I really blame him for tricking me into seeing me naked? I was hot as fuck and a literal gay magnet; it was not a shock that Tyler had wanted to see more! He was just 18 at the time.

I went back to reality when a couple of guys entered the sauna. There was the twink guy who was getting fucked earlier, he had blond hair and a slim but fit body, virtually no hair at all, and another guy that I had never seen before.

He was bald, I would say probably in his thirties, and was wearing piercings on both his nipples… and on his uncut prominent cock which was dangling between his legs, already at half-mast.

Both of them checked me out, ostensibly staring at my hard dick pointing towards the ceiling.

“Hello. I’m Barry.” The bald guy said, extending his hand.

“Hi. Ryan.” I said, extending mine.

That felt weird. I was not too sure of the social conventions in this sort of places. The twink was already sitting on a bench in front of me.

“Hi.” He simply said, his eyes still glued on my cock.

That was it for the introduction. Barry sat on my left, very close to me, and the twink guy practically lied down on the bench in front of us both. I was starting to feel nervous, excited too. I was out of my comfort zone but who am I kidding? I was loving it!

Barry started to fumble with his cock next to me. I could feel him literally heating up. I was curious about his piercing. I took a glance from time to time; he did not seem to care if I was watching or not.

He spat on his dickhead and worked his shaft.

Despite the show of my neighbour, the twink’s green eyes seemed fixated on me, and more specifically on my stiffed cock. I appreciated the attention. My cock throbbed but I did not touch it. The intensity of the stroking on my left was increasing. Fuck. It was getting insanely hot in that sauna.

I felt something hitting me.

“Sorry, bro.” Barry said next to me.

The asshole! He had just blown huge loads on his chest and he had hit my forearm in the process! His sperm was all over me!

“No problem.” I replied sheepishly.

I guess I was not too mad at him. I ended up smiling. Barry stayed there. His thigh almost touching mine, dripping with cum, his dick softening up next to me.

I probably had found myself another exhibitionist.

I did not jerk off that evening. I just enjoyed the moment. More guys came into the room. It became crowded but they were all staring at me, the new guy. There were the two Latinos from the locker-room and another Asian guy that I used to see sometimes in the lobby or in the waiting room for a massage.

Everyone was naked, most of the guys were hard, some were jerking off.

The Asian guy ended up swallowing the dick of one of the Latinos. It started to become a bit much for me.

I left the sauna for the pool and swam a little. In the nude. That was freeing too. It reminded me of Barcelona. Some guys watched me from the side-lines. Again, I loved how they were shamelessly staring at my athletic body.

When I came back home, I did not say a thing to Mallory.

I started to worry about going to a sauna so close to our home and to the hospital I was working in. I was not doing anything wrong, but still… the stereotypes, the prejudice, the ideas about the behaviour a respected doctor should have in his community. Those were getting to me.

Probably, what had helped me pushing my boundaries in Barcelona was the fact that I was thousands and thousands of miles away from home, in a place where nobody knew me.

Are we our true-selves when we travel abroad or are we becoming someone that we are not? I would be curious to hear your thoughts on that. One thing for sure, we all act different away from home.

Anyway, I am not really sure what came to me but the next week-end, I told Mallory that I was visiting an old friend from college, I may have mentioned her Timothy, and I drove south 3 hours away from Boston, to a sauna that I have randomly found online.

The choice was not that random, the place looked racy and raunchy as fuck and that got me excited.

This time, I wanted to live the full experience and I thought I could only do that if I were in a place where I would not worry to stumble on George or anyone else that I knew. I was not sure what I was expecting or even what I wanted, but mostly, I think I wanted to test myself.

I arrived at a lewd place and quickly realized it was clearly frequented by almost black people exclusively.

The atmosphere was very different from the massage / sauna place I had been to before. It is hard to explain, but everything from the smells, to the muffled sounds, to the attitude of the clientele was screaming masculinity and sex.

In the locker-room already, I could see stains of cum on the tiles floor. I was also very quickly surrounded by big black cocks. I am not kidding, at least a dozen of guys passed me by and checked me out, their huge flaccid cocks fapping against their thighs. All of them seemed hung as horses!

That did not make me shy, on the contrary, I got naked even quicker and did not even bother putting a towel around my waist this time. No reason to be shy regarding the size of my own dick! I was hung too and I was always happy to prove it.

Seeing everyone being that carefree felt liberating for me as well.

I was both the only white man in the room and the new guy, meaning that all eyes were on me.

Fuck, if I needed any more proof that I was an exhibitionist, I had it! I loved every second of this, getting naked while I was stared at by sleazy horny men, some of them already stroking their dicks at my sight.

I went into a sauna room, purposely choosing one which was already occupied.

Two men, around 45, with broad shoulders and insanely muscular and hairy thighs were jerking off. Although I do not think they were actual twins, they were definitely looking alike. Probably they had been training for so long together that their body shape had turned out to be exactly the same.

Another man, older, was resting, his eyes closed but his dick definitely hard. And one other guy, a Cuban, younger than me, was lying on one of the benches, his flaccid dick resting on his thigh.

“Hi guys.” I mumbled, coming in.

I got a few “hi” in response and some nods.

I sat right in front of the two bodybuilders, casually stroking their big dicks. They were not as hung as Bastian but they were still packing long, and most importantly, thick pieces of meat between their legs.

One of them was precumming a ton. I let them stare at me so they could continue with some good stimulation. I, myself, was getting horny and I was more than happy to be their source of inspiration.

I stroked my cock a little but not too much, I wanted to take my time. This was all very new to me.

At one point, the two guys started stroking each other off. Then, the older man moved closer to them and knelt down to blow one of the so-called “twins”.

I was a bit taken aback. Again, I was excited but this was still a lot to take in. Also, I was kind of jealous of the attention the two bodybuilders were getting over me.

Both the Cuban guy and I were invited to join in but I politely declined.

I had spent years trying to master how to get a girl in the mood but there, everything was smooth, easy. One of the muscular twins came into the older man’s mouth. The guy just went back to sit where he was and the other twin nutted on himself. He shot huge load which reached his chin.

Again, this was all smooth, no big deal.

A few minutes later, the three of them left the room and I was left only with the Cuban guy, still resting, his legs spread apart, showing off his hole.

His eyes were closed. I wished he would look at me but it seemed like, him too, was only enjoying being watched.

I met Eric shortly after. He came into the room with a towel around his waist, which was unusual for this place and he sat in front of me.

He untied his towel before sitting down and I briefly considered warning him that he was about to sit in a puddle of cum but I did not say a word. The Cuban barely opened his eyes to acknowledge the presence of the newcomer.

“Good evening.” Eric said, in a quite formal tone.

He was now getting quickly comfortable, spreading his legs and exposing his girthy black cock.

“Good evening.” I spoke. My dick, still relentlessly hard.

I was turned on simply by being there, doing this thing which seemed so taboo et forbidden for me.

For long minutes, we all remained silent and enjoyed the sweat. But at some point, I am not too sure how, Eric and I started to have a casual chat. He was married with kids. I talked about mine.

“I have twins. They are 18 months! Quite the handful.”

“That must be tough. But believe me, not as tough as when they are teenagers. I have a 14 years old girl at home and a 12 years old boy, I think I would kill myself if I was not able to come here to unzip from time to time! Can you believe my wife convinced me to have a third one and now we also have to deal with a toddler at home!”

“I can relate.” I replied. “Already a 14 years old? I thought you were younger.”

“Thank you, pal but no need to flatter me. I’m 38, I’m not that old!”

I smiled at him.

“Not what I meant, sorry.”

He chuckled.

Eric was objectively a handsome man, sharp jawline, big brown eyes, large biceps and pecs (his pecs were particularly impressive), not so defined abs but clearly there, and this must be a requirement to get in that sauna place, a very large cock was dangling between his legs as well as some of the biggest balls I had ever seen.

He was quite hairy too, very dark hair.

“Kinda unusual to see a youngster here, especially a white one!”

“I’m not that young!” I said in response to his earlier comment. “I’m 28. But yeah, it is my first time here.”

“What do you do when you don’t sweat in a sauna?”

“I’m a surgeon. Well, I’m still a resident. I work in Boston.”

“A surgeon, that’s fancy. I only repair cars in NYC. Not as impressive as repairing hearts.”

“I mostly work on broken bones actually.”

“Hmm… Not that impressive then.”

He laughed at me and I laughed too. I was no longer hard, well maybe I was at half mast, but I was having a nice time. Who would have known?

Eric proposed that we went into one of the Jacuzzis and he told me a bit more about his life. We chatted for probably a full hour until we reached the point of talking about our sexuality. It was bound to happen.

“So, you’re what? Bi?” He asked bluntly while I was feeling the bubbles popping against my asshole underwater.

It was my first time doing a nude jacuzzi. A lot of firsts that day for me!

“No. I mean, I don’t think so. Not a big fan of labels anyway. I think I’m mostly straight. I’ve just discovered this kind of places and I like the atmosphere in here, it feels like I can be free. Also, if I had a little fun with other girls, I would feel like I was cheating with my wife, but here, I don’t feel that sort of guilt.”

“You have fun with the guys instead then?”

“Not really either… I just come to relax, maybe have a wank.”

I could have specified that I loved being watched but that seemed a bit much to share with a stranger, especially as we were sharing a tub in our birthday suits.

“What about you?” I asked.

“I guess I am bisexual, it took me some time to come to terms with it. You’re right about labels, that’s bullshit. I like coming in here too, no judgement, just dudes. It’s chill. You’ve been married for how long? A couple of years? Imagine being with your wife for 17 years. You gotta find an outlet to unwind or your marriage is doomed.” He took a more serious tone. “Family is the most important thing in life.”

“Yeah… You’re probably right.”

Funny that Eric would say that in a gay sauna but I genuinely understood his point. We started to hear some screams from a room nearby. For a split second, I was worried. Then, I realized they were the results of some intense ass fucking.

“Some people do have fun in here.” Eric stated.

“Yeap.”

He started touching his dick under the water.

“Mind if I jerk off?” He asked.

“Go ahead, that’s fine.”

He closed his eyes and started stroking his dick more aggressively until he was at full mast, half of his cock being above the water. Why did he have to shut his eyes though?! My body was right here to be enjoyed.

“You can watch me.” I heard me say. “While you touch yourself, I mean.” I added.

It felt very weird asking that and I was afraid I might have made Eric uncomfortable but he smiled and stared right at me while pumping his dick.

Instantly, I got hard again.

There was a ridiculous sign that said “no fluids in the jacuzzi” but we broke the rule that day, both Eric and I blew several loads in there.

The way my new friend was getting off from looking at me, getting closer and closer to my body and to his own orgasm, was giving me all the feels. He exploded when our feet incidentally – or maybe not that incidentally – touched.

I did too and Eric looked very impressed by the amount of sperm that spurted from my dickhead.

A damn good time.

In the following weeks, I kept on regularly going to the massage place near the hospital so Bastian would take care of my back... and of other parts of my body. He jerked me off and made me nut a couple of times but we never went further than that.

But sometimes, I would also return to the sauna place that I had found, closer to New York.

There, I was getting more and more daring.

My only plan going there was to show myself off to the most guys possible. I was wandering naked and hard everywhere, spreading my legs, even arching my back, stroking my cock every time someone would look at me for more than two seconds.

I was giving a hell of a show!

I did jerk off in the saunas a couple of times, as well as in the showers in front of a crowd, maybe ten people were watching me. I came in the drain and most of the voyeurs exploded at the same time.

In just a few visits, I had become quite the attraction of the place. Sometimes, I was getting worried about Mallory finding out, or guilty about doing that behind her back, but I would brush it off, thinking it was harmless fun between guys and at least, I was not seeing other girls!

Truthfully, I was just loving it too much and had to rationalize my behaviour somehow.

The fourth time that I went, I stumbled onto Eric in the locker-room. It had been more than a couple of months since our first encounter.

“Remember me?” I asked him.

“Ryan, the surgeon!” He hugged me while he was already naked and I was still in my everyday clothes. “How could I forget?” He grabbed my ass in my tight jeans.

“Eric, the mechanic!” I spoke, hugging him back, a bit flustered by his abrasiveness.

I was glad that he was there. The previous time, I had jerked off for several guys but one of them was particularly annoying and kept on insisting to suck my dick off. It sorts of killed the mood for me. I was eager for some alone time with Eric.

We found an unoccupied sauna and we resumed our chat about our lives, as if we had been good friends for years. The work, the wife, the kids. We talked about everything until it inevitably came back to sex.

As we were having a discussion about our first girlfriends and our first-time having sex, Eric began to stroke himself.

I did not acknowledge it but I knew it was my signal to start fumbling with my own cock. It was a bit surreal (but very enjoyable), chitchatting about eating pussies while we were both furiously jerking off.

“Your body is amazing, my friend.” Eric said, as pearls of sweat were drippling down his muscular chest.

“You’re one to talk.” I replied.

He got closer to me.

“No, I mean it. Your chest, your dick, your ass. Some Hollywood movie stars material right there.”

“You like it?”

“Fuck yeah!”

He extended his hand and seeing I was not rejecting it, he touched my abs.

“The full six packs.” He caressed them, he was semi touching my cock at the same time.

I let go of a moan.

Damn, I loved the way he was going about it… Worshiping me!

“You can touch…” I whispered.

Slowly, his hand moved around my thighs, my balls, until he grabbed my cock and stroke it. He was looking straight in my eyes; it was a whole different experience than when Bastian was jerking me off.

It felt way more intimate with Eric. My heart was racing in my chest.

“You love my big cock, don’t you?” I asked.

“I fucking love it. Best cock I’ve ever seen.”

He stroked me harder with his right hand, his left hand was still busy on his own dick. I looked at the door of the sauna, in disbelief that I was ready to go that far in a public place!

“I want to cum on your face.” I heard me say, again, surprising myself.

Eric did not say a word but aim the cock towards his face, his lips got very close. I thought he was about to suck me off. I was contemplating my next move (pulling his head towards my cock or pushing it away) when someone walked into the room. The young Cuban guy I had already seen a couple of times was taken aback by the scene.

Shit. Getting caught sent me over the edge!

I exploded right on Eric’s face. I was so fucking horny, I felt like my cock had become an uncontrollable hose, spraying my poor friend with gallons of milk.

Eric was cumming at the same time, all over my thighs. What a glorious mess!

I was sweating and panting. Eric wiped my sperm off his face. For a split second, I ridiculously thought he was about to punch me.

“Same time, next week?” He suggested with a creamy smile.

I nodded yes and Eric left the room. I stayed there for a while, looking at his cum dripping from my legs, forming a puddle at my feet. The Cuban guy ended up kneeling in front of me and licking the cum off my soles.

That had definitely taken a turn!

This Friday night was the beginning of a weekly ritual which would last for a whole year and which I would call, “my experimentation period”.

If you care to read about it, maybe I will share this story with you! Let me know.