"That was amazing," Anan whispered to himself, taking in the delectable eggs benedict and french toast from room service. Just saying it was room service didn't do the delicious dishes justice. This had to have been the best french toast he'd ever had, aside from his mom's which was just a few centimetres ahead.
This mini vacation Anan organized for himself was just for the weekend, from Friday night until Monday morning. He'd spent Saturday with his sisters, who were amazing company to have. But, he wanted to make sure he had some time to himself on Sunday. Anan didn't take much time off, usually only for big events or traveling. As he got a little older though, he started to realize the importance of self care and taking time outside of work to just be.
And so, the vacation was born.
He also wanted to explore more of his sexuality today, and he wasn't doing too badly. He had two tubes of lube and three different dildos to self-penetrate with. He also had a handful of online bookmarks on articles about masturbating and positions. Before brunch, Anan had managed to get three fingers to fit comfortably, and was ready to try one of his tools.
At twenty-six, he was still a virgin. But being gay and African, he didn't think it was the worst thing in the world. He'd had plenty of crushes, but most of them were sons of his mom's friends, and there was no way he'd go there. A lot of his co-workers were openly gay or bi, but he either wasn't attracted to them, or they were taken. His mom and sister tried to fix him up, but the few suggestions they had didn't work out. Not to mention the last thing Anan wanted to do was make the first move. So, in the meantime, he figured he might as well get himself some pleasure.
Hours, a massage, an amazing dinner and a couple of orgasms later, Anan was ready to spend his night in the hotel's sauna. His day was going exactly as planned, and he was feeling very centered.
"Good evening," the sauna receptionist said to him with a smile as Anan walked up to the desk.
"Hi," he responded, smiling as well. "My name's Anan Cali, I made an appointment through the hotel. C, A, L, I."
The receptionist looked him up, then nodded and handed him three towels, a robe, and a key card. The sauna had separate rooms aside from the hotel and Anan booked one to give himself the whole experience.
"Two small towels and a large towel for the bath area. And then a robe to walk around the sauna. This is your key card for your room, and I've sent you a text and email with your locker combination. Please check to make sure you've received them."
He pulled out his phone and smiled, "yeah, I got them."
"Then you're good to go. Have a nice stay with us. Thank you!"
"Thank you," Anan replied as he made his way through the entrance. There were three different saunas and baths within the sauna; women's, men's, and family/co-op. As naive as it might've been, Anan chose the men's sauna not only because he was a man, but he had a glimmer of hope that he'd finally meet someone here and be a little closer to his first time.
He first went to the shower to clean up, then made his way into the baths. Because this was a men-only area, the no clothing rule was enforced in the baths. Even though he was on the shy side, it didn't bother him much at all. Anan sunk into the bath and started to imagine his ideal night in the sauna.
He'd meet a god of a man; tall, sexy, and captivating. The sexy man would be every bit attracted to Anan as Anan would be to the man. He'd devour him with his eyes, and take him from the ass in one of the saunas, or in this very bath. Then, they'd fall madly in love and spend at least several months together traveling, learning, and loving each other.
Anan sighed as he got out of the bath, wrapping a towel around his waist. Honestly, what were the chances of that ever happening? One thing that he loved and sometimes loathed about himself was that he was a romantic. His imagination constantly cooked up these stories of amazing and sexy situations. And they never happened.
As he walked out of the baths, his eyes met with a man who was still in the bath, watching Anan. And he was perfect.
He looked to be East Asian, the specific country unknown to Anan at that moment. His body was chiseled, and he had beautiful thick, loose curls on his head. His brown eyes caught Anan's breath, and his lips were perfectly full and kissable.
Once Anan looked away and back at where he was going, he almost ran into the door. He stopped, embarrassed as he could possibly be, then pushed it open.
Only it didn't open.
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