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PAUL'S
STORY by Nigel Dean
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.”
© Nigel Dean 2006
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