I was working out of town on a construction site rebuilding a bridge that had gone out during some heavy rains. The 10-to-12-hour days were physically and mentally taxing. We handled the steel and concrete with ease, operated the heavy equipment moving tons of dirt, and kept the heavy traffic moving simultaneous. The push to finish had a nice bonus for early completion so we all worked to maximum plus performance. While I was the so-called boss, I was in the thick of it just the same. It was a good team of seasoned men.
I had been staying with relatives but the travel to the job site was getting too much, particularly after a long day swamping in the mud and dirt. After one of these days decided to get a local hotel, but gads, I was a mess couldn’t even check in! I remembered passing some place in town where it said “Baths”… “Lockers”… Or something. Not really knowing what these places were, I drove around until I found it. Parked and went inside. The guy attendant who took only $6 was a little fairy princess, but I didn’t care I was so tired… And the price was right… And it included a small 5 or 6×10 room with clean sheets, mattress, pillow, and spread. Perfect!
After taking a good hot shower and damn near plugging the drains, there was even a steam bath. This place was great. So I went in, the room was so steamy you couldn’t hardly see and it felt great. This was just the ticket! I lay down on the redwood bench with nothing more than a towel on and was instantly in heaven. I couldn’t see anyone so I removed the towel and flipped it under my head. I layed there for a while just thinking I got to remember this place… Who needs a hotel… And just layed there truly enjoying the heat… Steam… Relaxation… Whatever… Who cares!
I was somewhere between here and there in a twilight zone when I started to feel the lower half of my body coming alive. Didn’t really feel anything except I was getting a hard on quick. Not ever being in a steam room before I figured what the heck my body was responding. This place was really great!
As I reached around from my head and felt my raging hard on, I brushed my hand against something but it didn’t quite register. My dick was all slippery like the rest of my body from the steam. I stroked a couple of times, then readjusted my position… The bench was getting a little hard on one cheek. As I had removed my hand something brushed me again only this time my 6-and-a-half-inch dick responded in the most pleasant of fashion.
The light in my head still hadn’t received the signal yet… I was so outrageously horny and worked up by this time, I just had to masturbate. As I opened my eyes to see if anyone was even there, I froze. There was a shadow over me and his head was going down to reach my dick (I assume it was a he). He reached me before my hand did and as he slipped his lips over the head of my rigid penis I just about went out of my mind. Somewhere between confusion and ecstasy. It was too late. My mind and body were in that sort of metamorphic state where you say anything goes. My torso started to move with what was happening… Whoa!… Not sure about this… Who cares!
I raised my head for a fraction to get some air and I was immediately violated as a very rigid yet soft shaft entered my mouth. While in any other state of mind, I would never have gotten myself into this position and would have frothed in disgust. However, in my present state of mind at the time, it just didn’t matter… I let it happen! Not only that but worked him over the same way whatever was taking over my rigid erection and body. Gads!… Did this mean I had two guys? Later I would question my masculinity because the dick I was sucking on was interesting… The head was firm, yet soft… The shaft hard as a rock, yet soft… The foreskin moved easily… I hated to admit it, but it was nice. The lower half of my body arched and felt like I was swelling ready to explode.
Meanwhile, my mouth was on this rigid member, the person sort of leaning over me, the other guy’s tongue worked between my foreskin and the head, I was ready to reach the point of no return… But not quite… I wasn’t sure if I was running out of air or getting ready to exit the universe. His tongue then entered the entry hole at some point and seemed to plug what was coming up fast. However, he must have taken a break for a second and then a slightly different kind of feeling was happening to my outrageous erection. Slightly sidetracked for the moment, I’m not sure I may have bitten the one guy as he released himself from me and shot almost simultaneous all over me… Face, chest. I didn’t quite know what to think because I couldn’t think!
My dick was going in and out and in and out very silkily… My brain was disengaged… I opened my eyes for a fraction of a second in the mist and I didn’t believe what I saw. I was in someone and he was rocking back and forth and back and forth and that was it!… I blew hard, fast, long and with quantity. The guy took it all. I moved away quickly, not only in shock but with unbelievable sensitivity.
As my body relaxed, my dick still hard as a rock, the shadows moved into the backdrop out of view in the mist, I thought about what had just occurred. Needless to say I was sort of gooey… A shower was certainly in order. As my brain started to click back in to some degree anyway, I wondered if I allowed my mind to enjoy that episode, if it meant I were queer or not. I moved into the shower, within the steam room and started to clean up when I was approached by another.
I wondered what could possible happen next. Very quickly I found out since I was still hard as a rock. Another went down on his knees and started licking and sucking… But I couldn’t take it anymore and just as quickly, moved away. I had to adjust to this whole thing. I finished my shower, and left the premises… Forget the room! The cold night air felt good. I slept in the back of my truck that night (with camper shell, mattress, and sleeping bag) in some park area. The next day at work I came to grips with what had happed the night before… It was only a memory… But it did happen… So why worry about it.
Since then, I tried to imagine myself with other men when I would be talking to them and it just didn’t work. Girls are easy to imagine myself with… When I with them I can strip, lay, do just about anything, and wonder what they would say if they could read my mind at the time. Men just gross me out with those kind of thoughts… Yet the occurrence that happened was really erotic and felt great… Which lead to questions.
Today I understand. Sex is fun but not life’s major priority. I’m still very much a man, not gay or bi! However, given the right circumstances you do whatever feels good without thinking gay… Bi… Whatever. You just accept the moment. And while I have an interesting memory, one that still gives me a hard on just thinking about, given the choice… I still love women better by far! My sexuality is still just as intact as ever.