He locked his locker and put the key in one of the pockets of the bathrobe on his way to the showers, where he stepped into the furthest stall and let the hot water wash over him. It felt good; he was finally able to relax.

Why was he fighting it, anyway? What was he ashamed of? He was practically divorced, looked okay for his age and from what little he’d seen in various changing rooms, he was well-hung enough to consider himself a bit above average.

He rinsed off the soap and heard the sound of love-making over the splashing of the water. At first, he assumed it was the TV. But when he moved his head out of the jet, he could clearly hear that it was coming from the adjacent sauna. It sounded like two women and a man and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.

A part of him wanted to pull his scruffy socks and ugly underwear back on and go home as quickly as possible. But only a small part. The rest of him instead turned off the shower and moved towards the wooden door, whose handle had gone dark from all the wet hands grabbing it. There were at least three people in there, maybe as many as five, and judging from the sounds, they were partying together.

He had never tried group sex. He’d never even come close to a threesome. If he was completely honest, it wasn’t something he’d found particularly tempting, especially not if it involved another man. He couldn’t say why. It had just never turned him on.

But that was then, all of thirty seconds ago. Now, his objections felt completely irrelevant. One or more men, women, it didn’t matter. All he wanted was to go inside and join in. To experience all those things he had, for some reason, decided weren’t for him.

He just needed a condom first, and like the woman at the till had said, they were right there, in a bowl within arm’s reach. He picked up a wrapper, snapped it in half and started rolling the condom on to his throbbing cock. Of course he wouldn’t do anything if he was unwelcome. But why would he be? There were clearly more than two people in there. And if not them, there were others. He hadn’t even left the changing room yet.

He mustered his courage and grabbed the handle to open the door. It was stiff; he had to put his other hand on the door frame to yank it open.

A warm, humid wall hit him. A wall heavy with sweat and sex. The whole scene was one of the most revolting things he’d ever seen. And yet, he couldn’t make himself stop staring, as though he were passing a traffic accident with severed body parts strewn along the side of the road.