An Unexpected Journey of Self-Discovery

Remember your first time? I do and I frequently recall it when I masturbate. I was thirty three, married with a couple of kids, a good job and, outwardly, a perfectly normal life. I was, though, a drinker and, as it turns out, what used to be called a latent homosexual.
Friday, after work, was always cocktails at our usual place. After a while it was just John and I. John was an admin guy who I had a pleasant working relationship with, nothing more. He was not exactly "out" in today's parlance but he made no secret of his sexuality. Handsome and witty everyone liked him and in a period when homosexuality was frowned upon he glided above it.
When it came time for him to go, he said he was meeting a friend, I, eager to continue drinking, asked if I might join them. He laughed and after a thoughtful pause he explained he was meeting a friend at a gay bath house. When he explained what it was all about I had to see for myself. John agreed to have me tag along and warned me not to be shocked at what goes on in these places. I'm not easily shocked.
John's friend was waiting for us outside Man's Country, a four story gay play palace in lower Manhattan. Gary was a slight, effeminate guy who immediately became flirtatious.
After a long wait, Friday was their busiest night, with towels,condoms and keys in hand we made our way to the locker room. I've always had a strong sex drive but at this point I was in overdrive. I knew I was about to enter something new, exciting and dangerous. A feeling I had was that both of these men wanted me, I was going to give them what they wanted. While we undressed they both had their eyes on me, I loved undressing for them. Venturing out, towels around our waists we took a tour of the place. Their was a large area of small rooms, a steam room, sauna, hot tub, maze like areas where men were having sex and public seating nooks with TVs showing porn. Wanting to be naked and eager to get things started I removed my towel and put it around my neck. Neither of us had made any move up to this point until Gary, after getting the nod from John, began fondling me. His hands on my ass and then to my cock had my dick erect and pulsating. I returned the gesture, it was the first time I had ever touched another man's cock, it was a revelation, I loved it. By now I was making out with Gary as he gently pushed me down to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth. It was an epiphany! We were in a public space and soon attracted a few spectators. Over time I have become a practiced cocksucker but this first time was a bit awkward, nonetheless after what seemed like forever he came. Not yet at the point where I enjoy the taste of warm cum I spit it out into my towel. John then approached me and enfolding me in his arms kissed me and began moving his hands all over my body. I immediately got on my knees and began sucking his dick, impossibly excited I came without being touched. He pulled out and came all over my face.
My relationship with John continued with many trips to Man's Country where I became John's total submissive. I had sex with all his friends. It was as if I was his possession which suited me just fine. The sexual satisfaction I get from the submissive act of getting on my knees and sucking another man's dick has no comparison.