The Time I Had Fun In A Public Car Park

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The Time Someone Caught Me In The Public Bathroom

This post was written last year, but never published. So here it is.

The weirdest day just happened to me here in this city. The sky was blue, the sun was up, and the weather in a city where four seasons could hit in a day was at its most beautiful. There I was seated on the grass patch by the Yarra River on Boathouse Drive in Alexandra Gardens, trying to drink up the incredible skyline when I started to notice a couple of hot guys that were hanging about. 

First there was the very cute Aussie jock in a white working shirt and smooth grey slacks. If I'm not hallucinating, I might have caught a few glances from him but I can't be sure. By the looks of it, he was on his lunch break with another girl, in which they both took off their shoes in order to have their sandwiches seated on the grass. A guy who loses his shoes for the beauty of grass? Oh my God. That's the guy I want to marry.

Then came an amazingly tanned and athletic Asian guy who after a run, has decided to park himself between me and the cute Aussie jock in order to sunbath. He took off his sweaty shirt and laid himself on the grass to soak up the sun for a good half an hour on both sides. I don't know if it's the sweat, the tanned skin, the peeking underwear, or his arousing sports attire, but it drove me insane.

On the park bench to my right, there was another cute Aussie jock in a turquoise working shirt and black slacks with sunglasses. His body frame and biceps were just outlining every inch of his tight-fitting professional attire. He was enjoying his sandwich too while listening to music via his headphones. 

Soon, the athletic Asian guy leaves. Only to be replaced by another cute guy who used the same spot to sunbath. The entire hot guy disrobing scene repeated itself and I stared longingly in a zoned-out trance. I could feel the inner vampire and werewolf awaken in thirst and hunger for fresh meat or rather, the specific meat I'm seeing. I wish I could jerk off right here but common decency and civility would effectively render me a psycho.

At this point, I start to drown internally out of feeling overwhelmed and a little invisible again. It's been a week since my last date with a Melburnian Artist at his home so I was desperately in need of some man-love. The time was already close to 4pm and I was also not getting any positive response from the gay apps. So I decided to distract my obsession by making my way to a usual café and do some writing.

Once I arrived at the coffee house, I decided that I was going to pay a visit to the public toilet to jerk off. The thing about jerking off in public restrooms is that I'm always suspicious or leery if there might be a hidden camera somewhere. It might seem like I'm exaggerating but with everything that is being shared on social media nowadays, I don't know what to think. And even if cameras are not the issue, I'm paranoid about the embarrassment that comes with being caught by real people.

"Jesus Christ M, isn't that a little paranoid? You're a free man. Why should you deny yourself the pleasure of a good release? And even if you do get caught, why should you be embarrassed about such primitive behaviour as a man?" goes my inner voice.

So in the toilet, there were three cubicles numbered 1 to 3, with 3 being the most ideal because it borders a wall, where else the other two does not. 

When I entered the restroom, Cubicle 3 was occupied so I settled temporarily for Cubicle 1 firstly to pee, and secondly to wait for Cubicle 3 to be vacated so that I can use it to indulge myself in a little jerk-off. While peeing, I heard somebody go into Cubicle 2. 

Within the next minute, the person in Cubicle 3 leaves and I conveniently walked out of Cubicle 1 and straight into Cubicle 3. I remember thinking at that point that something just didn't feel right. I felt so exposed and so vulnerable. Stop over-thinking you freak and just jerk-off. And so I did.

I was in the middle of a sexual fantasy, thinking about all the guys I saw by the riverbank. Threesome, foursome, kissing and how good the foreplay feels with these guys. The intimacy, the passion, the sweat on our skin making love. I was halfway through getting myself to reach my happy ending when all of a sudden, I was shocked to see the guy from Cubicle 2 peeping into mine from above. Ho my God! Mother fucking shit. What the fuck?!

As soon as he saw that I saw him, he retreated and I was just kicking myself on the inside. I felt so embarrassed for having a freak next door catch me. "Jesus! What are the chances of me just thinking about my fear of getting caught moments ago, only to have it happen right here in front? Fuck that was embarrassing. The guy saw me! How are we gonn-"

Then I caught sight of his shadow shaking vigorously from his cubicle. It took me a while to digest what was going on, but as soon as my mind registered that the man next door was jerking-off too, my embarrassment for the fact that he saw me dissipated instantly.

I stood there contemplating on how to leave when he stuck his hand out from the gap below and waved a signal. I ignored it because I was partially pissed at what he did, but then a part of me kept reminding itself of how invisible and unwanted I felt this afternoon by the river. So in a moment of weakness, I waved my hand below and walked out to knock on his cubicle door.  We were the only ones there. He unlocked it and the thirty forty something year old man in it was what the gay world would call a bear, and I definitely wasn't interested in this one who looks like he just sits around drinking beer and watching games.

I suppose I didn't have the heart to reject him on the spot so I went into the cubicle despite not feeling like it. As soon as I walked in, he requested to suck me off and so I allowed him. He blew me for a good minute, but in my head, I would much prefer to go back to Cubicle 3 and jerk-off on my own to the thoughts of the hot guys by the Yarra. I stopped him after a while and he looked up at me confused.

Then, he obviously expected me to return some kind of favour, and as much as I wasn't keen, I gave it a try out of courtesy. His dick was small. I went down on him for about 20 seconds before he stopped me because he wanted to move us to Cubicle 3. I said: "Nah, that's okay. I gotta go."

    "Really?"

    "Yes", I responded firmly and he surprisingly didn't throw me anymore questions.

We waited till nobody else was in the toilet before I got out and he stayed in. I went to the sink to freshen up and rinsed my mouth thoroughly. I lost all urge to want to give myself a good release.

Back outside at the coffee house, I sat there thinking about what just happened. I couldn't believe I let myself walk into that cubicle even though I wasn't keen. What the hell was I thinking? Jesus, it must have been one hell of an invisible and pathetic moment.

On the other hand, I couldn't help but wonder too about the series of unexpected thrilling gay experiences that have been coming my way ever since I left home two and half months ago. Never in a million years would I thought an awkward restroom story like this will happen to me.

Hot Spartan With A Silver Watch

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The Time I Refused To Give Up Cruising The Sauna

This was supposed to be a post about how I failed miserably at my hunt today for a nice-looking prey at the gym sauna to blow off some post-work out hormones together in the shower. Fortunately by the grace of the universe, I emerged once again victorious in my conquest and I'm not sure if it's my impractical sense of stubbornness or unwillingness to give up that I myself am surprised at the outcome of how things turned out this evening.

I think it must have been a good forty-five minutes or more that I have been loitering around the shower hallways and sitting around in the saunas, alternating between the dry and the wet. I normally would cut my time short and just settle for a personal jerk-off in the shower when I don't seem to be in luck. Twenty minutes or less I believe is the grace period I've given myself.

However today, for some reason I just didn't feel like giving up. In addition, I had time to kill so I thought maybe I'm just going to put in more effort and patience today. After all, the art of fishing requires a strong heart made out of perseverance and patience.

First I was in the wet sauna where I noticed this rather jacked guy. He was no male model, but his physique suggests that he could be an agreeable candidate to procreate with had he been the last man on Earth. He was seated with his towel tightly wrapped around his waist, aloof and quietly kept to his corner and space. Let's call him A.

I tried a few cruising games and eye-contact, however there were clearly no signs or clues from him that told me he was cruising. So I decided to mark the man a heterosexual and leave him alone. Well M, if he was gay or even bi-curious, wouldn't he be more open or active about the cruising like us? Look at our towels and the way we hunt! The dude's probably a heterosexual Christian, leave him alone.

It wasn't until about twenty minutes into my loitering and moving around that I realised A was also cruising for prospects too. He and I kept crossing paths with each other, it's just that he wasn't interested in me. Whenever I deliberately shoot him some eye-contact, he ignores me. Surprise M! You can fuck your towel theory goodbye. So much for cruising wisdom.

I've tried time and again to get his attention, but he walks away every time I go near him. Even though I try not to take it personally, but I can't help but still feel a small stab in the thigh when someone rejects me. All kinds of questions start coming up. Is it me? Am I not masculine enough? Am I not attractive enough? Is it my chest? Is it my arms? Is it the energy?

No no no. Stop it. Don't go there. It's fine M, he cruises his own meat. You cruise for yours. I think my ego, no matter how much I say I don't want to be ruled by it, was a little bruised. And so I made the decision to up my game where I would constantly hover around his orbit, that way, my presence would either annoy him, weigh him down, turn him off, or make it harder for him to cruise other guys. Oh baby, if you're going to have fun with some other guy, you're going to have to let me catch you.

This went on for a while until a few other hotter guys came along. There was B whom I tried initiating subtle physical contact with my toes but he pulled away. C, a young hot college kid with very attractive chest and abs who sat far away in his own dark corner without unwrapping anything. Christ, what I wouldn't give now to plunge my face into that upper chest!

D, another guy with amazing chest and abs who although asked me politely if he could add more water into the charcoal but didn't seem to respond to my compliment about his body. And E from the dry sauna, a guy with an athletic body worthy of a badminton player who moved his toes away when I tried to initiate contact and also kept his towel tightly wrapped.

For some reason, I felt kinda invisible today. In fact, what strengthened my sense of observation was that everybody who walks into the sauna I am in, tend to move or sit far away from me. Is it me? What kind of energy am I emanating that is causing people to stay clear? And by the way, what's up with people being so conservative today? Did they not get the lose-towel-show-your-crotch memo? Or does everybody want to sit around and expect to be pursued these days?

Somewhere between these guys and my tendency to complicate emotions, I wanted to give up. I told myself that I was going to come home tonight and write an article about my unsuccessful attempt at cruising because I felt that writing about failures can sometimes inspire or motivate others even more. It would allow those who think that I am having fun all the time to see that I too go through unsuccessful frustration. When a platform is dedicated to just documenting the success stories, it might not be as powerful or as truthfully real as the one that would show the world its vulnerability, disappointments and thoughts on failures.

Before giving up for real, I told myself I was just kidding and that I will try at least one more time. I will walk out of this gym having had a shower with someone. I even sat in the sauna and visualised myself having fun with someone. I know I might be crazy, but I refused to believe it won't happen and that it won't come! I don't believe it.

Within a couple of seconds, the taller guy from my first encounter in this gym walked in. Although I did have fun with him again for the second time a couple of days ago, I wanted to try another guy today. Through the glass doors, I could see A still pacing restlessly up and down the corridors outside. Perhaps nobody here was good enough for him?

I left the wet sauna and went back into the dry steam room to see if anybody new has entered. However, only E was still present in the same location, same towel wrap. I went in and deliberately parked myself extra close to him. God, I want to taste those chest and abs. Oh those strong arms.

At this point, one might have labelled him straight and uninterested after the previous attempts in sexual courtship. But for some reason, my instincts were telling me very strongly that there is something "not completely straight" about this guy. 

E still didn't respond promisingly to my proximity and second subtle toe approach. Sheesh, is this guy fucking clueless, handicapped or straight? 

I was tired of the no response, so I stood up, readjusted my towel in preparation to leave. As I opened the door, I felt something touch my feet from behind and I turned to see E retracting from what seemed like a stretch. What was that?! I swear something touched our feet! 

I couldn't gauge if it was my imagination after all the mind games or was it really E who made the initiative. In my heart, I already knew the answer, but my mind was telling me not to trust it. Why now after the exhaustive lengths I went to to get your attention? Could he just be shy? Or maybe he's just a little slow when it comes to cruising?

Without wanting to look obvious in case I was wrong, I walked out and decided that if it really was him, I'll come back later. Within two or three minutes, I was back and seated closely next to E. A was also now present in the sauna and was probably aware of what is going on. 

As soon as he left, presumably because I was now in the room, I pressed my right knee and leg against E's left. He doesn't seem as elated as I am for winning the lottery, but he responded. He reached for my crotch and I for his. I was already hard and ready. Hallelujah, thank the Lord for the score!

Without wasting any more time, he asked if I would like to shower and I said yes. He signaled for us to head to the same shower cubicle where I last had my fun. Jeez, is this like the golden cubicle for all male members to have their surreptitious homoerotic showers?

The moment the water started running and the door closed, I went after him like I haven't eaten in ten days and am starved for an athletic man's body. He started playing with my penis as I worshipped every part of his body that I love with my mouth and tongue. I enjoyed myself greatly in our shower, capitalising on the prior lascivious thoughts I've long had the moment I saw him. He smells amazing which is a major turn on.

Gradually, I moved my way down south and ended up giving him a nice blowjob. His penis was manageable which made my act easier to administer and enjoyable. I flicked my tongue all over his scrotum, perineum and took his balls into my mouth. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the whole process, to the extend where he was on his toes with one leg up and was trying to balance himself while caressing me.

After the blowjob, he reached for the body shower and lubricated our penis. He rubbed them together in circular motion and also pushed our bodies together so as to stimulate our penile helmets further against each other's bodies. He continued to rub and push against me by putting his tool in between my thighs and start moving vigorously. We held each other in embrace as I prepared him for his finish. He shuddered while pinning me closely to him, I wasn't sure if that was his ejaculation but I let him finish. I shot him a thumbs up and he nodded his head.

When he was done, I jerked myself off to climax, using him, his proximity and his masculine body as ammunition. I came satisfyingly good and was smirking all the way. As we were cleaning up, he twisted his dick and inspected the frenulum under the light. Wondering if everything was okay, I shot him another thumbs up asking if he was all right.

He shook his head and pointed directly to my dick with one index finger, and then proceeded to use his other index finger, with both fingers now pointing parallelly upward to create an invisible gap, gesticulating the common sign society would invoke as if to measure the length of a fish or the length of something.

I smiled pleasingly knowing what he was trying to say. I definitely do not belong in the extra large category, but I am not small either. Although he wasn't big, but I wonder if our penile size really do determine our confidence as men?

After some slight washing up, I patted his shoulder as a sign of gratitude and opened the door slightly to peep. Ensuring that the coast was clear, I then darted out and into another cubicle, leaving him to shower on his own.

On my way home, I couldn't help but wonder and marvel at the sequence of events that had happened. I replayed everything in my head and analysed how I went from feeling invisible to being rewarded. Was I rewarded because I didn't give up? Because I was stubborn or because I persevered? 

But what I learnt from this experience is that timing and patience is a great factor in determining your success at catching a fish. I guess I had time to kill. The other thing to take note is that  conservative towel wrapping styles are never what they seem. For their wearers are great gamers and pretenders, as are all men.

Brief Fun In A Frosted Glass Cubicle

Two days ago, after my work out at another branch of my gym, I decided to check out their saunas again to see if this one has any potential cruising activities. My three-way shower at the home base gym last week has definitely reinstated my curiosity and sense of itch in matters pertaining to sauna affairs.

So as I entered the wet sauna, there was a man lying on the bench with his towel precariously draped over his groin. His eyes were serenely closed and the candidate didn't seem to be affected by my entrance. I couldn't gauge if he too was on "courtship display" or just purely enjoying the steam room.

Within five minutes, another shorter guy entered the wet sauna and adjusted his seating position in a way that it advertises conspicuously that he was up for grabs. However, I wasn't attracted to him so I remained still.

After about forty-five seconds, I adjourned to the vacant dry sauna next door where within minutes, the shorter guy came in too. So this back and forth between the wet and dry sauna went on for about fifteen minutes until I decided I no longer wanted to wait any longer for someone I like to turn up. Where are all the damn hot guys? Oh well, I guess sometimes you catch a fish, sometimes you don't.

The thing I've come to realise about cruising is how much time it consumes when you're not in luck, in the right place or at the right time. The constant waiting and anticipation to see if an attractive fish of your fancy happens to respond to your hook does consume a lot of time and energy which could otherwise be put to better use. 

So whenever I feel I've had enough with the waiting around, I would just head to a cubicle to shower and jerk myself off to get rid of the built-up sexual energy that has me thinking with my libido as opposed to my human mind. Whether it was the adrenaline, the sexually charged air, or the hormones after all the work out, this is the only effective plan I've devised in order to bring myself not to care about how much fun other guys could have, would have or will have. "Whatever happens in the sauna after you're freshly cleaned and showered up is no longer any of your business", I hear myself say.

I was showering in one of the end cubicles that bordered a solid wall on my left when coincidentally, someone entered the cubicle next to my right. The thin partition between us was heavily frosted glass, of which you can slightly see the shadow and movement of the other person. The twenty centimeter ground to ankle gap on partition allows you to see the reflective movement, shadow and gushing water emanating from your neighbour. In other words, the perfect bathroom design fit for cruising in an all male shower room.

Being the playful and curious person that I am, I thought if I noticed the ground, I'm sure my neighbour does too. So I casually placed my feet on the technically invisible frontier between our cubicles, with only one toe having invaded illegally into his part of the floor space, like one would do at a Franco-Belgian border within the European Union.

I tried it out of curiosity, and surprisingly my neighbour responded with his own foot. It didn't take long before our foot was rubbing and caressing off each other as an invitation. I bent down, put my hands between the gap and waved subtly for him to come over. Could he be that same guy from the sauna we weren't into?

I turned off my shower, unlocked my door and waited. As he swiftly glided into my cubicle, I noticed that he was indeed the same shorter guy in the wet sauna earlier that I wasn't attracted to. But I thought: "Oh well, we can't all get the fish we want all the time. A man's body is still a man's body, let's just try and enjoy the moment and the opportunity which has been presented to us."

So nothing much happened in the cubicle except for a couple of blowjobs, kissing and caressing under the running water. Within five minutes, I suggested for us to jerk to climax because I got bored and wanted to finish things off. I came and asked if he did, but he gave me some confusing signals for which I don't know if it's a yes or a no. After some minor cleaning up, I opened the door slightly and made sure the coast is clear before telling him it's safe to exit. He left and I continued showering, reflecting on what just happened and also brainstormed on more ideas as to what I can write on this journal to help more people.

My Three-Way Shower At The Gym Today

I know I'm supposed to be working on the articles pertaining to my unfinished adventures in Australia from last year, but something interesting happened to me at the gym today that I just couldn't pass up on the opportunity to write this down in hopes that it will continue to guide gay and bisexual novices everywhere around the world, particularly for those who live in nations where homosexuality is still not an open book.

I've recently re-joined a gym again. I was a little sick of not doing anything that would contribute to the expansion of my physical wealth. So I took concrete action so to speak towards investing in a healthier and more attractive body. I would use the weights and the machines, and sometimes after I go for a swim.

The gym is thrilling place to be. I'm not sure if it's the adrenaline, the hormones or the sexual energy in the air, but I'm always in a state of constant arousal when I'm there. Especially when I'm in the male locker room or the sauna. You have no idea how many times I have turned to the sacred gay apps to see if I might get lucky, but unfortunately nobody in the gym was either gay nor on Grindr or Hornet. Oh come on! You don't expect me to believe that there is not a single guy here in the gym that might be open to a little man on man?

My gym has a dry and a wet sauna, both small and functional without much space to move around. May I point out that this is a proper sauna at a fitness centre where one uses it as a real sauna, and nothing like the last two gay bath houses I visited years ago in London where the true purpose of the facility is for you to cruise other guys.

Every time after a good work out, I always look forward to using the sauna. For some reason, I adore the wet one. There is something about the steam, the heat and the arousing moisture on your sweaty wet skin in a dimly lit room that seem to accentuate everybody's body parts. A guy's biceps, shoulder and chest becomes insanely more appetizing than it really is when in there.

For weeks, on top of wanting to get my muscles to relax when using the sauna, I've also been on constant high alert in case any potential gay or bisexual guy comes along. However after many visits, nothing hopeful ever materializes. Maybe there really is no gay nonsense in this gym?

But you know, being the person that I am, I never give up and refused to believe that my fantasy of a little gym fun would never come through. During those days where I couldn't find anything, I would visualize a time and know affirmatively in my heart that one day, just one day, someone will be in here with me and I will score! I know it in my heart. Call it the Law of Attraction, call it hopeful determination, I was fired up.

So you can imagine my elation when my lucky day came to fruition today! After a nice cool down swim at the gymnasium pool, I was feeling itchy and went to my locker to retrieve my phone to check on my respective "fishing nets". Grindr, nothing. Jack'd, nothing. Hornet, nothing. Blued, nothing. Planet Romeo, nothing. Aargh!

I have been longing hungrily for a man's naked body against mine for some time now, but because nothing ever came up, I knock that thought out of my head and tried to move on to my usual routine.

However, being the persistent guy that I am, I will not rest until I am sure to have given every last bit of effort. So I walked into the dry sauna with the intention to see if anybody attractive was there. There was a man, but nothing about him seems to suggest that he is anything other than a regular gym member.

So after my forty second countdown was up, I walked out and thrillingly let myself into the wet sauna next door. In there, there were two guys seated closely side by side. One shorter and the other taller. As soon as I walked in, I liked what I saw and attempted some eye-contact with the tall guy which come to think of it, wasn't very useful at all in a dimly lit space covered in steam.

Oh yes! Good meat detected. Good meat detected! I grin like an evil detective who is about to incriminate an undercover culprit who may or may not be gay. Now let's see if it responds to this little cruising game gay men play.

I parked myself closely on the right of the taller guy and ignorantly made a note in my head to ignore the shorter guy on the other side as some regular gym member without giving it any further thought. I made sure that my towel was loosely draped over my thigh, exposing some "weak points" so that one might get the idea.

The sauna door wasn't closed properly after my entrance, leaving a small gap. The taller guy stretched his hands out to shut it close and I took the opportunity to establish some form of exchange.

"Sorry", I apologised sincerely, but every part of my being is smiling devilishly in the dark and eyeing this guy like a North Korean soldier inspecting the legendary DMZ for weak points. How are we going to break him? I swear even if he is not gay, I will introduce him to the pleasures of man on man fun.

"It's okay", he responded subtly. Oh, a response! Check! I guess there's hope. I leaned back and visually molested his entire body with my eyes from the side and from his back, with or without his awareness I don't know. Oh baby, look at those chest, I want to bury my face in it and throw in some oral torment! Those arms. God, I'm hungry.

My blood boiled on top of the temperature in that room and I felt my hard erection in full height. I watched him closely to see if he would casually turn his head to look at me. It seemed like he did, it seemed like he didn't. Shit, I can't gauge.

Okay, what next? Let's check for clues. All right, his towel too seems to be a little too loosely draped over his crotch to be considered appropriate ain't it? Kinda like us. Look! It's not even wrapped around his ass. But I can't see if he is wearing anything!  

Even though the physical signs at that point didn't seem to be in my favour, but you know what, primal energy never lies and my instincts were telling me to trust this sexually charged energy I'm getting from him or the room.

Recalling scenes of my visit to the gay bath house in London years ago, I remembered that if a man wants to be cruised or would like to show signs that he is "available" for fun or fondling, he would sit in a position where his legs would be wide open and his crotch exposed with the towel precariously draped over the thigh, like one of those roman sculpture or paintings where the fabric is always barely positioned to cover the essential part while leaving the rest unashamed to the eye.

Suddenly, the shorter guy stood up and left the sauna. Well it's about fucking time the bishop gets eliminated to clear a path to the King. Thinking that I'll get to enjoy some alone time with the tall guy, he too stood up re-wrapped the towel around his ass, as if to deliberately show that he was wearing nothing and walked out, presumably headed to either the dry sauna or the shower cubicles next door. Not wearing anything underneath the towel, bingo! Checked!

I too waited for another forty seconds before I walked myself out with the intention of going to the dry sauna to see if anything is happening. As I exited, I sensed that something was off as the tall guy just stood next to the entrance of the dry sauna without going in. It was as if he was waiting for someone or something. My instincts were now telling me that he could also be cruising for something, but maybe not with me.

I let myself into the dry sauna and waited. After about thirty seconds, the shorter guy from before appeared out of no where on the outside, walked past the dry sauna glass door and entered the wet sauna down the hall. Then after a while, the tall guy followed suit in the same direction. I know this because every time the sauna door opens, it makes a sound. Fuck! Something is not right. Is the other guy involved too?

Remember kids, trailing after someone like an undercover cop eyeing a criminal from a distance is one of the tell tale signs of active cruising. I have to get myself back into the wet sauna! The taller guy is clearly cruising, but I don't know about the shorter guy. He seemed too straight to be gay.

I entered the wet sauna again and felt a slight awkward energy in the room. Fuck yes boys, it's me again! I'm here for the taller guy. I positioned myself closely again, this time to the left of my targeted candidate while the shorter guy on his right. 

This time, I made sure I was more clear on my position. So I unwrapped the towel from my body, sat butt naked on the sauna bench and loosely draped the towel over my crotch exactly like him. It seemed like he got the message and was turning his head slightly to look in my direction, but never directly into my eyes. I caressed my own right thigh with my right hand and also rubbed my foot in an ironing motion on the floor as I contracted my toes restlessly. 

The purpose of this behaviour is to attract the attention of the other party, to the point that it is overtly distracting. If your target is also after the same desire, he will notice and show signs of awareness to your movement. 

The taller guy then moves his foot closer to me, I reciprocated with mine. Within a few seconds, our legs casually brushed against each other subtly. Sweet Jesus Mother of God, yes yes yes! This is it! I won the Jackpot!

I deliberately press my leg against his and then he reached out his left hand to caress my right thigh. We started to caress each other in the dark, I his chest and him my penis. He looked at me with a pleasant look of a business deal gone right. We continued this foreplay on the sauna bench until an African guy suddenly walks in and everything came to an abrupt halt. The shorter guy leaves.

Gradually one by one, the taller guy and me took turns to leave the wet sauna in search of some privacy in the vacant dry sauna next door. It was like we both knew what to do without having to communicate with each other.

As I entered the dry sauna, the shorter guy was once again seated next to the taller guy. Why the fuck is he always around and in the way? Give us some privacy!

It didn't take me long before I realised that while the taller guy was fondling me with his left hand, his other hand was also doing the same to his partner on the right. What the fuck? The shorter guy is in this too? Him? Great! Now we all have to share. 

Suddenly, I didn't feel so special anymore. Jesus, get over yourself M! It's a fucking sauna, not the Gay Bachelor finale. The taller guy being the more attractive one, was at the centre of attention between me and the other shorter guy.

"Do you guys want to go take shower?", asked the taller guy. 

"Yeah sure, let's go", I said. 

"What? Are you serious? The three of us?", the shorter guy asked confusingly like he has never done it before. 

"Yeah", responded the taller guy.

"Let's go", I said to the two of them like we're in this together.

The taller guy found us a corner cubicle right at the end of the shower lanes and in went the three of us. One of them turned on the shower and warm water started to rain. It was erotic, thrilling, exciting and everything I'd hope a shower with two other naked guys would be.

Things started off with a little neck and earlobe kissing that was mostly concentrated on the taller guy. I embraced him hard like I've never hugged a man's naked body in two decades and went straight for his nipple. I flickered my tongue around it and he moaned. He guided my chin up to his face and he kissed me passionately, not before giving me that lascivious look. Oh my God! He kisses good! Jesus, his lips and that stubble. And he smells good too.

It didn't take me long before I decided to be fair to the shorter guy and made sure he had fun too. So I decided to explore the chest of the smaller guy with my mouth and it was surprisingly hard and firm. I have to admit that he does have a nicer body compared to the taller guy. I kissed him on the lips and his reciprocal style was equally great. Jesus, two great kissers! I'm a lucky guy today. 

The taller guy then decided to pull the two of our faces to his and before I knew it, I was experiencing my very first three way kiss which I didn't even think was possible. You might think one could only kiss one person at a time, but let me tell you, having two lips and tongues pressed against mine was one of the most erotic things I will look forward to doing again.

For the next fifteen minutes, we alternated from jerking each other off to blowing one another, all done between intervals of passionate kisses and nipple play. Yes yes, kiss me again baby! I'm a sucker for a good kiss.

"Shall we all come?", suggested the taller guy.

"Sure", I said and started to jerk myself off. We held on to each other like rugby team mates and the three of us jerked ourselves off to climax. The interesting realisation I had from my perspective is that it wasn't their penises nor cute faces that fueled my ejaculation, but more of the loving warm sensation that I was intimately in the embrace of two naked men and two individually masculine energies that sent me off the edge. 

I couldn't remember in vivid detail who came first despite all the vibration and shaking, but I was the last. After I came, I looked up at the two feeling a little shy that they were so patient to let me finish without letting go of the embrace even though they themselves were done.

"Did you come? And you?", I asked just to make sure. They both nodded their heads and gave me a thumbs up. We washed our dicks before discussing our exit. During the entire time that we were in the cubicle, we could hear other gym members and janitors. 

When the coast is clear, the taller guy was the first to leave, followed by the shorter guy, effectively surrendering the cubicle to me so I could have a proper shower and clean up for which I couldn't stop grinning in satisfaction and happiness at the fact that the man on man fun I so determinedly wanted came true.

Before going back to the common locker rooms outside, I wondered what kind of card should I play when I see them? Does the number one whatever-happens-in-the-sauna-stays-in-the-sauna rule of no numbers, no names and no acknowledgment apply in this encounter? Dude, stop over-thinking things and just act normal!

As I went back out, I realised the shorter guy was using the locker right next to mine. He was my neighbour. I was 107 and he was 110 on the same row. What a coincidence! I walked over and subtly gave him a little nod. He smiled and I smiled too. That was nice.

"You're 110? What a coincidence. I'm right next to you", I uttered with a smile. And he smiled in return.

The taller guy however on the other hand, maintained a very cold and distant position back at the locker room. I halfheartedly expected him to at least nod his head or smile but I think he wanted the anonymity, and so I respected the distance. I was blow drying my hair when I felt a firm tap on my shoulder and saw the reflection of the shorter guy walked out via my mirror. Ah, that must have been him! Did he wanted something or was that a goodbye tap?

Not long after, the taller guy walked out without as much as look back and I took a few more minutes to finish up. When I finally went out, they were both gone. So I guess the anonymity rule does apply today. But I am confident that this will not be the last of them I'll see.