Kingy1's Blog

I had an angry story lately... I'm straight, married, but for several years, I've been going on guy sites, I liked it, I tried webcam chat then skype cams, and I wanted to meet guys. But difficult to cross the course.
I tried a time or two to watch and show myself on a nudist beach, once I even outrageously watched two men who were naked on their towel, but without success.

Having never touched cocks, the desire to know this feeling became irresistible... But what to do? The idea of ​​going to a sauna started to tickle me. I went to spot a gay sauna, stayed nearby in my car, saw a man or two come in, got me hugely excited thinking about them inside, but I didn't go in, no shy, but a fear all the same...

But the idea was gaining ground. A few days later, my wife was to have lunch with some girlfriends. Good opportunity to try to experiment. I take a quarter of Viagra, I put a small cock ring, so as to excite me a Max. Time to park near this sauna nd, I begin to hesitate.. I watch the entrance, I feel my cock which is stretched to death by the Viagra and the cockring, I see a boy approaching the door, the natural air, and which enters as if nothing had happened... Easy! I just have to follow him and do like him...

Pumped up, and very excited, I go and enter. Just behind the door, a window, the waiter who is waiting for I don't know what in a corner, he makes me pass before him; the boss asks me to pay, I'm very embarrassed but I tell him that I'm coming for the first time, explain to me a bit. He answers me: here is a key and a towel, you have the locker room right there, you get naked, there is after the shower and sauna or hammam.
No time to think, I do that, I cross the bar naked, nobody, just the boss, I'm a little embarrassed that he sees me like that, but not too much anyway, I go to the shower, nobody. .. The hammam doesn't work, I go into the sauna, I'm all alone. It's one-thirty on Tuesday. I'm beginning to tell myself that the day is badly chosen, that no one will come. It doesn't bother me too much, I'm going to enjoy the sauna. Fifteen minutes pass, I'm hot, I come out of the sauna and see two men at the bar, one quite young, well built with a ringlet. ear, both have their towel on sex. I look smart walking around naked, I'm the only one naked, my cock erect, so I go back to my sauna.
A few minutes, the door opens, and Mr. Earring enters, sits right next to me, I feel his gaze detailing me. .. I dare not raise my head, I have a hard-on even more, especially since I see his cock, and that excites me terribly. I feel his hand stroking my knee and thigh very gently, I can't hold on anymore and I put my hand around his tail. What a delight to feel this sex! Since the time that I dreamed of it! He is not outdone, takes my cock, strokes it for a few moments, then kneels down and starts sucking me off.
It's super nice, but it bothers me a bit, because I can't touch it anymore. I let him do it for a few minutes, then pick him up, caress him, and touch his parts..
What a pleasure to feel this thing which is hard now, it seems to me that it is wet, it's very exciting... I feel his balls, I put a very light finger behind it. He asks me if I come often, I tell him it's the first time, and especially the first time with a man. He tells me that for the first time I'm not shy; it's true, but I so want to touch, I'm like in heat.. Especially since another man came in, the one who came in at the same time as me, who is watching us, I saw his beautiful, well-bandaged cock, so I take it with my free hand... And what a cock! Steel! Hard and tight like a bow!

I have a cock in each hand, I'm excited like a flea... As his cock is level with my face, I take it in my mouth and slide my hand under his buttocks; what a sensation! I knead his balls! In addition, I feel in my hand the cock of the first one which gets very wet, suddenly he bends down to suck me when a third man enters... What excitement! For someone who had never had contact with a man, I'm on three cocks. And it's not over... I love this sauna... But I'll tell the rest a little later...

was in primary school, in the first year middle class, I think, it's a bit far from all that, and this class was mixed with second year middle class students. Clearly, I must have been eight years old...
I was in the second row, my place was next to a "tall", who must have been a year or two older than me. At the beginning of the year he was seated next to another tall, but quickly the teacher had separated them, because one of the two was quite dissipated during the lessons...
I was sitting to the left of this "big" boy, and after a while I noticed that he often had his right hand in his pocket, and that hand was moving, I sometimes received little nudges with his elbow... It didn't bother me, and of course, I didn't grumble, he was a "tall", and who was often reprimanded because he often spoke with the other tall one placed in front of him, who was doing the same thing in the front row. Hands under the desk, in the pocket of his short pants, I don't think the teacher could see much... Although...
Me, a fairly good and respectful student, I was still intrigued, especially since this mania was very frequent during class, almost nonstop.... In addition, some snippets of their conversation reached me, like, " she's all straight now" or "I cut out the bottom of my pocket, I can touch her directly..."I don't have panties today", and her hand sometimes smelled of this rather strong odor and a slightly sour from the crotch...
In short, I ended up understanding what they were doing, or at least what they were touching...
I tried to do - awkwardly - the same thing... Just touching and squeezing my pecker with my hand... pleasant feeling, but nothing more, not enough to make a novel out of it...
And I heard the big guy next door say to his friend in front, laughing, and not discreetly: "Look at the little one, he wants to do the same"...
Although clumsy at first, I quickly understood the interest of the thing, and perfected myself... And that's how it started, a few decades ago...
Only one regret when I think about it now... That of never having plunged my left hand into the pocket of this neighbor... Lack of audacity? The idea hadn't even crossed my mind...