After my encounter with Bob, and his friend in the dunes at Studland (see Never say Never) I was confused and ashamed for a while. However those feelings could never cancel the excitement I had felt during my introduction to gay sex. Indeed it was less than a week and I was back at Studland again, only this time I knew what I was looking for! For the rest of that summer, every opportunity I had I headed for the beach at Studland. I watched couples fuck, I played with other guys and I embraced my bisexuality. I was like a dog on heat, every adventure and experience spurred my to do more. My tan improved as I walked proudly across the dunes and into the woods my erection never hidden from view. While I was happy to behave on the beach, or the paths, further back the dunes became my playground, and modesty and shyness were banished. For that summer I was as horny and adventurous as only young men can be. Bob and I would bump into each other from time to time. He would introduce me to others and seemed to take pride in the young adventurer he had introduced to the Studland scene. Together we made the most of all the opportunities presented. Then as quickly as it had started, it ended. Summer was gone and my job meant that I had to move from Dorset to London. I had met a nice girl and we decided to rent a flat in London and move in together. My adventurous past, was just that, the past. Five years later, and newly single, I set out to find new pleasures. Luckily, I stumbled across a pay party that promised a selection of girls, and a few swingers. I called the organiser and was given details to an event that was taking place later that week. The party was held in a rented apartment just off Park Lane. The organiser arranged for everyone to meet in a local pub, from there we headed to the venue. In the apartment were 4 or 5 girls, and 2 couples. There were about 12 guys who had joined from the pub, and a few guys who arrived later. The party was basic, with everyone getting stripped off and then shagging the girls. It was all a bit dull, with guys going one after each other and very little interaction between those present. I came after fucking one girl and wandered off to get a drink and find my clothes. Passing the living room, I found one of the swinger couples. She was bent over the sofa, and there were a couple of guys playing with her. This was much sexier than the boring sex in the bedrooms and I stood in the doorway watching and stroking my cock back to hardness. After a while the husband saw me and invited me to join in. I leapt at the chance and was soon in a tangle of naked sweaty bodies all enjoying driving the wife to new peaks of ecstasy. For an hour or more we became one sensual mass. Us guys working to ensure that we focussed on the wife’s pleasure instead of our own. If one of us came then we stood back, but only as long as it took to be ready to re-join the action. Eventually everyone was satiated, and we sat on the floor and sofa chatting. The party elsewhere was winding down and people were packing up. Eventually I was left with the couple as they were getting ready to leave. I thanked them both for making it such a memorable party and hoped that we would get a chance to do it all again one day. The husband and I exchanged phone numbers as we parted. About a week later, he rang me, and we arranged to catch up over a coffee the following week. He was as good as his word and we met in a Starbucks not far from Tottenham Court Road tube station. We must have looked like every other business meeting in a coffee shop as we sat and chatted. He was a lot older than me, and very smartly dressing in an expensive suit. I was also working, so was in a suit, but it wasn’t the same quality as his. Despite the coffee shop being busy we managed to grab a table and were soon deep in conversation. He was keen to arrange another outing for his wife and wanted to see her with even more men. He was also keen to see her covered in as much cum as possible. These were apparently fantasies shared by them both, and she got pleasure knowing he was making the arrangements. As we talked, I could see he was getting more aroused. I jokingly suggested that he seemed to be looking forward to the next session almost as much as I was. He smiled back and told me some of his excitement was because he was wearing his wife’s underwear beneath his suit. I was somewhat taken aback, but thought, each to their own and I didn’t say anything. After we had finished our coffee, he said he had to leave for another meeting. As we stood up and shook hands he asked if I would like to join him, as his next meeting was at a gay sauna in Covent Garden! I had never visited a gay sauna and was nervous but excited so agreed and we walked to the sauna together. We descended the stairs to a small desk where we paid our entrance fee and left our briefcases and valuables. As we entered the club, we were handed locker keys and a fresh towel and shown to the narrow changing room. My locker was at the back of the room and I brushed past 2 guys who were dressing after their visit. Both looked at me and smiled. I quickly stripped and deposited my clothes in the locker and turned back just in time to see my colleague stood in stockings and suspenders, with a very impressive erection pushing against the lace of a pair of ladies’ briefs. The 2 guys I had brushed past were also staring and seemed more annoyed than excited. As soon as he was naked, we headed to the bar. I had my towel slung over my shoulder but realised that everyone else wrapped theirs around themselves as they walked around the club. Just as I was about to fasten mine around my waist he snatched it from me and we both headed to the steam room. Inside visibility was virtually nil. I took a few deep breaths and as my eyes became accustomed to the steam and the low lighting I could make out a few guys sat on the benches around the walls. Stepping carefully I threaded my way to the back of the room and took a seat. As the steam cleared I could make out my colleague stood near the door, as I watched the guy sat closest to him turned and took his cock into his mouth. Instantly I was hard and watched as the scene unfolded in front of me. Having let the first guy sample his meaty cock, my colleague moved to the next guy and once again slid his cock into a willing mouth. Time and again he would offer his cock to one of the sitting guys, and they would without comment open their mouths and suck him in. This display of unrestrained lust, together with the heat and my building excitement was almost too much. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel the sweat running from every pore on my body. Then it was my turn and in front of a stream room full of complete strangers I sucked on his cock as if my life depended on it. I marvelled at the taste and texture, his salty pre cum and his manly scent. I marvelled at the feelings as I rubbed it over my face and dragged it back into my mouth. I held his sweaty ball sack in my hand and tasted them in my mouth. I wallowed in the mixture of spit sweat and pre cum that was all over my face. I worshiped his cock and loved the way jealous eyes watched me. The heat and the excitement eventually got to me, and reluctantly I let the cock slip from my mouth and stood up to head out and cool down. As I walked to the door, hands caressed and stroked my body, so by the time I left the steam room I was as hard as I have ever been. I wandered to the bar area and found a seat watching the comings and goings while I cooled down. After a further 15 minutes there was a general exodus from the steam room, and my new friend came over to tell me he had cum and was leaving. I decided to stay, and we agreed to keep in touch. After he left, I set off to explore the rest of the club. If you know the Covent Garden Sauna club, then you will know it is not large. My exploring didn’t take long, and I was soon back at the bar watching a developing scene in the huge jacuzzi. Seeing a group of horny young guys playing with each other soon had me hardening again. Rather than interrupt, I decided to head off and investigate the private rest rooms. In the first few were single guys resting face down on their benches. Not knowing the protocol, I didn’t try to enter the room, and continued to the end of the corridor. The very last room was empty, and I went in and sat on the bench. It was warm and I could hear the sounds of sex all around me. From time to time a face would appear at my open door and I would be eye to eye with another guy as we sized each other up. I was rather enjoying the blatant way that guys looked at me, the lack of pretext, both of us knowing we were only there for sex. Eventually I recognised one guy who came back time and again, each time lingering and looking at me. He was short, slim and olive skinned, and initially I ignored him. After the third or fourth time he looked in my room, I became intrigued. Why didn’t he say anything, or remove his towel and show me his cock? I was sat on the bench my back resting against the wall, so the next time he approached I opened my towel and twitched my cock at him. He stared and licked his lips, so I thought I would see what would happen. I lifted my foot up onto the bed and shuffled down so he could see my cock, balls and ass. Slowly I licked my hand and reached down to wank my hard cock. This time there was no mistaking the look in his eyes, and he stepped into the room. I continued to stare into his eyes and slowly moved my hand over my balls pulling them up and clasping them to my cock. I heard him kick the door closed behind him, but we both maintained eye contact neither of us blinking. I heard his towel drop to the floor over the sound of our breathing and watched as he dropped to his knees. The next thing I felt was his tongue circling my anus before slowly dipping in and smearing my buttocks with saliva. The sensation was out of this world, and for a moment I was afraid I might cum too quickly. I managed to settle down and relaxed to the incredible new sensations this guy was giving me. In between rimming me, he would suck my balls, or stroke and tug on my cock. Everything he did build the pleasure, and if he thought I was likely to cum, he backed of and teased me. I have no idea how long he spent between my legs, but I will never forget the massive volume of cum that he jerked from me, or the way it covered my chest and stomach. Even as my cum cooled on my skin he continued to probe my anus with his tongue, teasing every last sensation out of me. Eventually he rose to his feet, smiled, and left the room, without ever letting me reciprocate in any way. It took me some time to regain my composure, and struggle to my feet. I walked to the shower still dripping with cum, but unashamed and enjoying the looks I received.