When A Sauna Cruise Chooses Another Over You

One of the guilty pleasures I look forward to after my work out at the gym is some man-on-man fun in the gent's locker room. I have often associate the art of cruising for sex to the act of fishing. A fisherman who goes to the watering hole with his fishing rod isn't guaranteed a fish every single time. Sometimes he goes home successfully with the catch of his choice and sometimes he goes home empty handed when the tide is not in his favour.

Recently, my statistical success rate of scoring a guy for some sauna fun is probably less than fifteen percent. These days I often end up jerking myself off alone in the cubicle nine out of ten cruising attempts. I don't know if it's my luck, or just unfavourable market times.

But what about those days when you literally are on your way to a successful catch, only to have that fish choose another candidate over you? Well, two of such incidents happened to me over the past month.

INCIDENT 1

About two weeks ago, this Asian gym member who I've previously had some fun with came to park himself next to me in the dry sauna. It didn't take long before our toes were rubbing and caressing each other firmly to signal availability and interest. The plan was to wait for the other guys to leave and for us to be completely alone in the privacy of the sauna before we could take things further.

But as soon as the last person left and I was on the verge of fondling him with my hands, another guy comes in to use the sauna. This guy was a very hot guy. He was jacked and good-looking with a chiseled face and body. In fact, I've chatted with him before and am well aware that he is straight. I've even attempted to cruise him in the sauna, but never succeeded.

Almost immediately, I could see the switch in Asian guy's behaviour and his body language. Not only did he halted all signals, but withdrew his interest in me after seeing jacked guy come in. I rolled my eyes in disbelief and annoyance. "Oh for Christ sake, yes yes that's C and he's a very hot guy. And I'll even do you one extra bit by admitting that I am nothing with him around. But could you be any more subtle with the way you pulled out of the water?"

I know for a fact that hot guy is straight and unattainable, but seeing as how Asian guy is shamelessly drooling all over him, my guess is that he has never met or mingled with him before. So I decided to leave foolish to be foolish and left for a quick rinse.

After five minutes, I couldn't wait to come back into the sauna just to see how Asian guy is progressing. True enough, my hunch is verified when the two of them were shooting the breeze, but mostly with Asian guy asking the question and hot guy answering with friendly one liners.

"Let's play a game and guess who started the conversation?", the inner mean child thought sarcastically in my head. I rolled my eyes again and shot Asian guy a disdaining stare even though he couldn't see my face.

Shortly after I left to shower for real and change. Within the span of time that I was in the locker room, my ego was churning out legions of thoughts, ranging from 'how dare you', to displays of hurt and bitterness. Yes, that was my ego who feels the need to defend its bruised self. I'm only human. 

But once I allowed these emotions to run its course within the evening, they dissipate as quickly as it came charging, and I was finally able to rationalise with maturity that I hold no control over these things. Over what other people do, what other people choose to do, how they react, how they behave, how they change their minds. It is certainly none of my business and I should definitely not take these things personally to heart.

INCIDENT 2

Another incident happened today. This nice looking brown meat was hanging around the shower corridors since I started my work out 90 minutes ago. "Damn. That guy is still hanging around in the sauna since I came! He must be really horny", I smiled satisfyingly in my head, knowing that I was going to indulge him in a little man-on-man fun.

After changing into my towel, I wasted no time and got to cruising. I shot him eye-contact and displayed my lose towel in the steam room. However, due to the many other chess pieces that were present on scene, brown meat and I always had intervals of seconds alone before somebody else walks in. We could hardly even fondle each other properly.

This whole coming and going does sometimes take its toll on a candidate who does not have the time nor patience to stay till the very end. But I was so confident that this guy who has been here for more than an hour, wasn't going to leave until he gets the happy ending with me. Well I was wrong.

Later on, another guy with a bald spot came in to use the steam room. He was taller, has more weight and probably in his forties. I didn't really care for his presence and just continued to play my game of chase with brown meat between the steam room and the dry sauna.

It was only when all of us were coincidentally squeezed into the dry sauna at one point that my animal instincts were literally barking to me, as loud and clear like it was spoken directly to my consciousness that there was "cruising energy" between bald spot guy and my brown meat. I swear I didn't witness anything and I have no idea how I knew, but I just knew.

"Aw come on. Are we being sensitive? That bald spot guy just came like 5 minutes ago and we were here first. They've never even displayed any cruising signs." Then I sat there thinking about my next move. If my instinctive observation is right, should I release him and leave him be?

I have a rule in my book that says if a candidate is greedy and is engaging some other guy while you're cruising me or already cruised me, he can forget about us having fun as I will let him go. I know this sound very egotistical but I really don't want to be taken as an option.

Then as I observed the three of us in the sauna while those thoughts ran through my mind, it hit me that if brown meat is really interested in bald spot guy, I am now their cockblocker. So I decided to leave voluntarily for a quick rinse in the showers to give them their space.

True enough when I came back out, I saw the two of them entering into the last shower cubicle together and I went back alone inside the sauna. Throughout the next few minutes, my mind just wouldn't leave the two guys alone. I was jealous about what happened and how I became a second choice.

I thought after all that "big internal speech" and self-reassurance talk I would actually be unaffected, but I was. I couldn't decide if it was jealousy, hurt, upset or sadness. Perhaps it was all four? I think it was my ego. It was bruised and bitter that someone chose someone else over us. For a taller man? A weightier man? A manlier man? I don't know.

"M, whoever other people choose or cruise is none of your business. People have the right to change their mind and they don't owe you anything. It's just business and you shouldn't take it personally", I hear my internal rationalisation dialogue go.

After giving myself some time to feel what I needed to feel, I willingly let go for real and listen to the words that was spoken to myself. But looking back in hindsight, I actually came to the realisation that had I not been so sexually hungry, and had I been in a more sated condition, it really wouldn't bother me at all that a sauna cruise chose another person. Like how they say, you are not you when you are hungry, upset or frustrated.

But I can't help but wonder, if I were to ever see the same candidates again from the two incident and I'm sure I will, should I deny them the possibility of fun again or should I drown the ego to get what I want, which is to score? What do you guys think? If you were in my shoes, will you give these guys who previously chose someone over you a chance at fun again? I'd like to hear your thoughts.

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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.