I was at work one day when I heard a couple of co-workers talking. They were joking about a bathhouse that was in the town I lived in. I know they were making fun of those who frequented this place. It got me thinking. I had been having thoughts about men lately. I wondered what it would be like to have man sex.
I got the courage up one Saturday evening and I drove over to the bathhouse. I entered and I paid the fee. The attendant gave me a key for a locker to store my belongings
I wasn't quite sure what I was doing venturing onto the building site one hot, sticky afternoon. After all, such a place can be dangerous. But I had been working from home, and the building next to my house had been going on for some weeks now. The work itself made alot of noise, with workmen's machines and manual labour continuing for much of each weekday, and it was a miracle I had got any work done at all, despite my wife being out all day.
The view from my home office desk ha
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