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.

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.