I discovered cottaging when in my late teens. I’d heard/read some rumours about saunas but had never tried them, as I didn’t know anything about them. I eventually decided to try the ne at my local swimming pool. The pool was a large set up – used for competitions and so had multiple pools and viewing gallery. So the sauna was accessed going to lower ground level. I paid and went in. I got undressed in a private cubicle and wrapped the towel round me. There were 3 or 4 dry saunas in a row, and a steam room across from them. There was a comfortable seating area and tea/coffee/snack service available. I got to know the set up there pretty well. I had one afternoon a week off which was for a college course. I usually skipped that and headed to the sauna. It was mostly an older crew in there which I loved. I got to know the little tricks of lifting my towel up to dry my face, exposing myself as a I did so. Or sitting on the upper bench across from someone on the lower bench, so he could have a good look when I parted my legs. I could usually control myself to maintain some swelling in my cock, without a full erection. I remember one time when I was seated on a lower bench and I had about 4 or 5 guys round me. My cock was being sucked and wanked and there were cocks being wanked around my head. My orgasm was intense, and I ended up being splattered with come from the guys around me. I had many a happy afternoon there, and loved the sexual tension. It wasn’t a gay sauna, and occasionally the attendant would check round. Sometimes guys were told to leave if they were discovered. This attendance continued for a year or so. I then discovered another sauna attached to a different swimming baths. Again it wasn’t a gay sauna, and again at that early afternoon time, it was usually an older crowd. I soon discovered the ‘play area’. Away from the saunas, and up a flight of stairs was a long narrow room, with cubicles running down either side. These cubicles were screened by a curtain which didn’t reach the floor, and contained a couch/bed. Here you could get changed and leave your clothes. Also used for a snooze. And more as I very quickly discovered. I had walked to the end of the cubicles before I found a free one. I had got undressed and had a towel round me when a guy looked round my curtain and said hello. He asked me if I would mind changing with him, as he preferred my cubicle as it was ‘quiet’. As it was at the end, no-one would be walking past. I said sure and gathered my stuff and went next door. I lay on the bed and started to read my newspaper. The guy looked in again. I had lain facing the open end of the curtain. He started a conversation. By bending my left leg at the knee, my towel lifted up enough for him to have a good vantage point for a view of my cock, which I let twitch a bit. He started feeling his own cock and soon reached for mine. Then he said ‘let’s go to my cubicle. It’s quieter’. We did and he lay on the bed, naked. He drew me to his head and started to suck my hardon. He asked me to squeeze his nipples. He didn’t have a hard on. I’m guessing he couldn’t because he asked me to play with his nipples just. That seemed to get him off. In between he asked me about my sex life and how many women I’d been with. He told me his wife liked to get fucked, on her back with her legs up over her shoulders. He came without getting a hard on, and asked me to come with him outside. Looking back, I think he was angling for me to go back and fuck his wife. But as I missed that at the time, I thought I’d stay where I was. So he left and I was back in my cubicle, with a raging hard on. Almost immediately, my curtain was drawn back slightly and a big, heavy older, guy looked in. ‘Did you enjoy that?’, he said. (It turned out most of these guys were regulars and knew one another. I was fresh meat).‘Yeah’, I replied, ‘but it’s left me with a bit of a problem’. My cock was pushing up my towel. The guy came fully into the cubicle, drawing the curtain behind him. He pulled my towel back and started to wank me. He stroked my balls at the same time. Then he stuck two fingers in his mouth and reached under my balls to stroke my hole. All the while wanking me with the other hand. I was desperate to come. He slid one finger up my hole and I shot a load sperm up and over onto the bed. Another 3 or 4 loads came out. He milked my cock dry. ‘A satisfied customer’, he said, with a grin, and left me to sleep. I dozed for a while and then went for a wander round downstairs. There was a fairly large steam room and a dry sauna. There were a couple of hot showers, which were rather strange. Each shower was on its own with walls, either side that ran for about 2-3 yards and then no door, so open to anyone passing. But unless you stood directly facing at the open end you wouldn’t see in. I went in for a shower and soaped myself up. I was starting to feel horny again. I soaped my cock and balls such that I had a semi-hard on, and turned now and again to face the open end. Some old boy walking past stopped to look in. So I gave him a little show, half turning and soaping my cock. He started wanking. Which I thought a bit risky. I rinsed off and turned to face him full on and walked out of the shower. He suggested we go to his cubicle upstairs. Once there he got me to lay on the bed and drew the curtain behind him. He started to stroke my body and tease my cock. He was big and heavy, and standing naked beside me his cock, though not that long, was thick and hard. I stroked and wanked him. He put his hand behind my head and drew my mouth to his cock. At this time, cock sucking was pretty new to me and I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed it or not. But he gave me no choice. He thrust his hard cock into my mouth. I sucked and gagged, which he seemed to enjoy. Then he turned his attention to my cock and started wanking me hard. I didn’t last long. More spunk shot from my cock. He grinned as I orgasmed, and ran his hands over my prone body before I upped and left. I got to know that place pretty well, and by leaving the curtain open by a foot or two, I could bend my knee to raise my towel, and hook the viewer with a clear view of a semi-swollen cock. Alas that sauna is no more. Most of these places now insist on you wearing swimming trunks. And the gay saunas have now filled the gap left.