Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2012 13:58:26 +0000
From: alfredo garcia <alfredo247@hotmail.com>
Subject: Discovery (Encounters section)

Discovery
by
Alfredo Garcia

Flying home after a business trip I was very tired and tormented with a
throbbing head.

I tried to suppress the images that surged into my consciousness. I
recalled that, after a dinner with clients they invited me to take a drink
in a bar. With plenty of wine at the restaurant, and three more glasses at
the bar, I was a little drunk and decided to walk the few blocks to my
hotel to clear my head. On the way, I passed a sign for an establishment
that was somehow familiar. It to a moment but then it occurred to me that
it was a gay sauna that I had read about. A single dim light illuminated a
doorway and, after some hesitation, I pushed the door. An unseen clerk
behind a narrow window told me they would remain open until nine o'clock in
the morning. Headless hands took my money and thrust a towel and slippers
towards me and I made my way through doors and corridors to a room where
benches and lockers stood open with gaping mouths. I stripped naked and
wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way down dimly lit
corridors. As I explored I found two saunas, one wet and the other hot and
dry, as well as small cubicles, dark rooms, a lounge showing gay porn and a
bar. I felt the people staring at me but I did not return their gaze. I
felt anxiety mixed with excitement but the alcohol drove me onwards.

This was the first time in a place where contact was so direct and
explicit. I took a seat at the bar and ordered drink to calm my
anxiety. With my second I struck up a conversation with the bartender, who
was something of a philosopher. The talk and drink was enough for me to
lose my inhibitions to a point where I left him and began to prowl the
labyrinth. In the video room a young man, a little overweight, sat watching
the screen. I put a hand on his leg and he did not stir. I stroked his
hairy thigh, and as if nothing happened, his eyes stayed fixed on the
screen. My fingers combed his hairy chest and made his nipples erect. I
gently touched his face, lips and ears but still he did not move a muscle
but I could see his penis was erect under the towel. I put my hand under
it, and caressed his testicles. He moved his legs apart slightly to let me
do it. His penis was short and hard. I pushed back his towel and bend to
take his penis with my lips. The power I asserted over his body thrilled
me. I felt happy giving him pleasure, despite my fear of possible
infection. I lashed his penis with my tongue and spread his legs open to
give me access to his anus. He did not object when I pressed my finger, wet
from my mouth, into him. He began to moan, and only did he look at me. He
rose and took a few steps perhaps inviting me to follow him to a cubicle
where I would penetrate him with my cock, but I do not follow him.

I sat alone in the lounge playing with my cock but alcohol did not let me
maintain an erection. In its way, this experience was not bad for the first
time. I found it very satisfying to give pleasure. A man knows much better
the body of another man than he does a woman. His body is like mine and the
erection was the irreducible and tangible proof of my success. I would do
this with any of the men who roamed the sauna; the young, the old, the
thick, the thin. I am happy giving pleasure for this gives pleasure to me.

At last I rose and headed into the maze of hallways where it was completely
dark, I was so drunk that I feared falling on the slippery ground and moved
with my hands groping the walls. Suddenly my fingers encountered warm skin
and I froze. Motionless in the silent blackness I sensed presences. Hands
materialized and touched my body; tentative at first as if trying to
determine friend or foe, food or poison. When I did not fend them off, but
let them explore my body, they became more bold and I returned the gentle
strokes. I could tell he was well built and hairy and about my height. As
our bodies touched I sensed another source of heat me near and was
enfolded. He must have been taller than me but both of their dicks were
hard and they were naked. Then another seemed drawn to this pulsating
nucleus of sound and sensation and the darkness became animated with
seething sexuality. Hands pawed at my chest, and a tongue forced its way
between my lips I used my hand to squeeze hard that pressed urgently around
me.

One was thick with lose skin, another short but very hard, another long and
thin and already wet with slim and still one more pressed urgently towards
me. We became a mass of teeming excited bodies, caressing, touching,
probing, snuggling and kissing. My towel was torn away, one hand caressed
my ass, as another pinched my nipples, and a third squeezed my balls. My
penis was only half erect, but I did not care. If I had not been drunk I
would not have dared to come to this place. You cannot have everything. A
penis was rubbed between my buttocks, and a tongue licked my neck, my penis
was crushed against another and I was wedged with naked bodies on all
sides. Like a wave we surged and flowed, the space was filled with moans
and slapping skin. I heard a gasp from behind me and felt warm
wetness. Someone had cum over me, and then hard cocks, began spitting semen
all around. The compact and agitated mass was having an orgasm collectively
and simultaneously; the four or five of us pulsating as one convulsing
organism. Then, almost as suddenly as they came, the bodies dissolved away
and all was silent again. I was covered in semen, saliva and sweat. I
leaned against the wall fearing I would fall on the wet and slippery floor.

Where was my towel? I sat on the floor and groped about with my hands but
could not find it. I was still very aroused and scooped the semen from the
pools on the floor and rubbed my body feeling no disgust. I masturbated,
lubricating my cock with the viscous liquid that was beginning to cool. At
last I found my discarded towel, which was curiously dry, and made my way
out of the maze. Under the hot shower I cleaned my body.

I wandered back to the bar but found none there but the barman. The sauna
too seemed to have suddenly emptied. The time was near 4:00am but I did not
want to go. I was still drunk and exhausted but needed to cum, and did not
want to leave. I found a cubicle and fell onto the mat face down thinking I
would sleep half an hour but I left the door open.

Half asleep someone spoke to me but I did not try to understand his words
and only wanted rest. Then came the touch of his hand on my back, and then
he slowly stroked it soothing me. My skin was cold but this gave it heat as
I simulated a sleep. Then finger traced across my buttocks and caressed my
thigh. I spread to give him access to my balls, so he knew I was not
asleep, but we prolonged the subterfuge as his lips kissed my neck and ears
and his soft low voice whispered "My little boy, I'll make you happy". The
appellation pleased me as his hands soothed. It was as if the night hid my
balding head and sagging skin and denied all evidence. "I will give you
what you need; what you've always wanted but never had". Now he kissed my
neck, and one of his hands caressed my thigh. "Your legs are so beautiful.

Has no one told you so? Then I remembered as a kid one of my sisters told
me that I had legs of a girl. "Do you shave?" I did not shave but have
almost no body hair. I even heard a girl once say she wished had my legs
because they would not need waxing. I was flattered. And for a moment I
thought maybe I was not as masculine as I had always thought. There was
indeed something feminine in me that others had noticed.

Perhaps that would explain my lack of interest in girls my age, but strong
interest in older girls. This man knew what I needed. "Is it the first time
someone treats you well, right?" It seems he knew from deep in my soul, all
my unfulfilled desires, even those not consciously perceived. "This is an
exquisite ass. How it is that no one has enjoyed it tonight. Did no man see
what you came here for?"

I remembered experiences from my childhood when an older boy sought me
out. I sensed that he wanted but did not know how to accommodate. Then as a
youth of 22 in Paris, walking with a friend, we met a group of men our
age. As we passed, one turned and called me handsome. I was confused and
did not know how to react. In an instant, on the street, a stranger saw in
me something I did not know myself.

"This is what you need, you need a man to love you, to use your body for
his pleasure, to penetrate you, and reveal to you your destiny." His
fingers crept between my buttocks. By this time my penis was fully erect,
pressed between my body and the towel. I raised my rump and let his fingers
find my cock and testicles.

"Your penis is magnificent, a penis to be caressed and kissed, to be
possessed, not to possess. He whispered. "Your penis is a passive, like
yourself." This apparition came to me and as he put his erect penis next to
my cheek. "Touch it, caresses it, kiss it, this is a male penis, it is made
for penetrate, and give happiness for pretty boys like you." He caressed
and kissed between my legs and my balls. Then he got behind me and put his
tongue in my ass. I was mad with pleasure and I needed to cum. I started
masturbating against the towel. "No, my child, you will cum when I am
inside you" he chided me.

"That is what happens with pretty boys like you" With his fingers
lubricated, he penetrated me until I dilated and widened sufficiently.

"Now ask me, what you want most in the world. Why is your body like this?"
'Please make me yours." I begged. Then slowly he penetrated me while I
opened, like a flower opens with the first rays of spring sun. A gentle
current flowed throughout my body. I felt reborn, full, complete and happy
to exist. At this instant my life made sense. This was what I had
desperately sought for so many years, and had not known it was as simple
and essential. Then I came as I had never done before. The liquor love
flowed from me, in successive waves with a cadence sweet and endless. I
think then, I passed out.

I woke up sometime later, I was alone, my towel wet beneath me. Had
everything had been a dream? No, hole is sore and leaked semen that was not
my own.

I arrived at the hotel just in time to leave for the airport. Now, in the
plane, with the eyes closed, I think it does not matter too much what will
happen in my life in the future. I can say that I have lived.

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Alfredo Garcia