An 18 year olds sexual fantasy at the sauna.

gaymen2
Sep 26, 2025
7 min read

A fantasy from aged 18.

Thanks John K. for your fantasy below.

Thank you to John K for sending this for us to enjoy. Your stories are always welcome.

On a rainy Saturday late afternoon about 6 of us were walking across Manchester. Between Piccadilly Gardens and towards Piccadilly train station. I did know that there was a gay area, but I didn't know where it was. We were walking across a car park. Off to my right a small run down two story old red brick building. Windows boarded up with an open door and a dim light outside the door, a perspex screen obscuring a body behind a counter.

One of my friends noticed I was looking at the place and said,’’That's a gay sauna’’. I said, "What do you mean?" He said, ‘’Thats where gay guys go to fuck’’. He elaborated a little. Just sex, showers a sauna and fucking. I was a bit shocked. I realised a few years later this sauna was next to Canal St. I was not ‘’gay’’ nor had I ever really thought about it. That changed thereafter.

Several weeks later I was in bed at night. My mind turned to the sauna. I was approaching the place. Walking into the doorway. My erection was so hard. It was like falling or sining, in my stomach. Nothing like I had experienced with a girl. The imagination took over. I waited and eventually the hard on subsided. Bit shocked as I had never been turned on like this before about men.

Wanking in the house was done quietly at night or when the bath was running. The bed time wank had to be quiet as those noises travelled in the dark so the bathroom wank was more vigorous. I had to be in bed, in the dark and the Scenario came infrequently but at least once a week.

So the scenario returned. I was reluctant to act on it imagining it was a phase that would go away. It didn't. After a few weeks of torture, rock hard erections subsiding after a long time waiting I finally relented. I remember saying to myself if this happens again I'm going to go with it.

The first time I came I imagined entering the sauna, passing through the door and passing some stairs with a small corridor and a changing room on the left. I entered the changing room. Bench and lockers, tiled floor, bare walls and some dingy windows high up clouded . No door just an open doorway into the corridor. I sat down on the bench, undressed and sat there with a rock hard erection. I was transfixed. The heart was pounding. I didn't know where to go. I just sat there. I heard voices in the corridor and came. This was the first time I had ever cum fantasizing about this. It was powerful.

I would lie in my bed, compose my thoughts and allow the fantasy to develop. It took effort to keep the fantasy in my mind and to wank off. I would move through the previous time. I had to retrace my steps from the start. Frequently climaxing before the scenario advanced. Balancing the fantasy with wanking was tricky and I came many times before I could advance the story. Sometimes the fantasy would break down. Sometimes I could recover the story. Gentle and steady was the key. Too fast and I would lose the scenario.

The fantasy developed. Eventually me cumming in the changing room moved on. A voice in the corridor, steps growing louder. The anticipation was enough, I came at the thought of someone seeing me with an erection. Then eventually I managed to imagine a man coming in naked. Lean, dark hair. I never saw his face as I was so transfixed on his cock. Not erect just there, huge to my eyes. Me sat on the bench, craning my neck to see his penis. He spoke, I came.

Eventually he slid over and said do you like it. I said yes. He opened his thighs and I got onto my knees quickly. My hard cock waving in the wind. Hyper aware of the room, the tiles, the pubes, the balls and cock staring me in the face. There on the floor my head moved towards his cock, my mouth open. I came.

Next time I was there again, this time eyes closed a cock sliding inside my throat. My eyes closed my ears open. Then voices in the corridor. Approaching. I imagined someone else entering the room and I came.

The blow job on my knees eventually advanced. There on my knees I hear footsteps entering the room. Two men are talking and enter. I sense them either side of me. My hand was guided onto the cock on my left by the other guy watching. I’m sucking a cock and wanking a guy. My eyes closed. The guy on the right tells me to wank him off. I'm on my knees wanking off two guys and sucking off the first guy. My arse is is exposed in the air, my cock bouncing about engorged and throbbing.

Almost every step of this story took a few weeks to advance. Several months all told. Once or twice a week the scenario would come to me lying in bed. I looked forward to it. I came and I couldn't do the same imagining trick with a girl. It didn't work. I knew I wasn't gay, I was attracted to girls and being bisesxual wasn't a thing at that time for me. I just went with it. I

was wanking and not hurting anybody. A guilty pleasure that slowly and amazingly advanced.

Another night and I am back on my knees, mouth hands and me working on these men. Eyes shut. I hear someone enter. I realise that all I have left is my arse. Me kneeling, my arse in the air, spread wide. It is all that is left. I know what is about to happen, I want it. My knees open, I present my arse. I imagine another man entering the changing room. An eager arse, the sinking feeling, and I come. Time after time.

Sure enough after many goes, it happens. The scenario advances and a forth man enters. I’m too busy to look, too in the moment to care. I’m aware my arse is open, my willing arse waiting to be filled. I want this, my realisation, is the trigger for orgasm. I want this, I want to be used by these men. I want that dick in my arse, my mouth and I want to be on my knees. This realization is the end and high point of this scenario. I feel a cock touching my arse. In it slides. I come. I dont know what it feels like, i just come at this point.

The fantasy ends as I'm on my knees taking cock, wanking and sucking guys off as men come and go from the changing room. All a blur, all imagined. Over about 6 months this scenario began to wane. It came, I came and it slowly went.

I was 18 when this happened. Over the years these feelings come and go. Several times a year. I am 49 now. I have been to the odd sauna but it never feels safe. I struggle with my nerves. Just like I did in my imaginary changing room 30 years ago. No one to make sure it's safe, lacking experience and so on.

Would something like this be OK to arrange safely in your hotel? I have put off writing to you for sometime. I know it is a bit presumptuous to ask but I hope I can be around men who may be strangers but would be kind enough to allow me this experience something like this. I just simply do not know! It might change my life for the positive. I feel this strongly. It has never left me and I want to know how something like this feels. In the years between I have had a few experiences with men.I want to be on my knees on a tiled floor. I guess what happens next is up to others and I am there to please them and be used for their pleasure.

Kindest Regards, John K.

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