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Monday, 20 July 2015

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.


  1. Your stories are very real and I see, every scene described very well. I have observed that most of the guys want to maintain a discrete status after the physical part is over. It may suggests that they want to make sure that they do not spoil their identity of being a straight male guy, like the way the taller guy did in your story. Although sexual encounters with such guys can be thrilling however long term friendship or association are always scarce in gay/bisexual community. Most of these discrete guys do not like to be associated with gay guys in any form. Well I must say thanks to shorter and taller guy that they made you write after so long and sexual scenes have been well described. Although after visiting many spas I have realized that physical intimacy is not the only intimacy that people like me are looking for, emotional support and sharing is essentially required. As I always there is one or more lines in your blogs that throw light of pure awareness to the emotion that you have been feeling at that time. I liked the following sentence very much:

    The interesting realization 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.

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    1. Thanks Rahul for your comments. I don't have much time these days, but when I do, we'll write for sure!

  3. I would love to know more about your life. Your schedule, profession, the meaning of feeling loved for you and the guy whom you have really loved in your life.