Sunday. My raging hormones (again). I decided to go to the bathhouse. Many times, I think that I'd rather spend the money buying a CD. But today I felt I could and should treat myself differently. Over the rainbow (the bathhouse is named Rainbow...) I had seen a Japanese film where twenty guys were crammed in a small cabin enjoying each others. I didn't want that experience in particular, but the image stuck to my mind.
I arrived fairly late. It was already nine past in the evening. 'Naked Night' it was for today. The place wasn't very crowded. "No need to have hundreds of people, what matters is to find the one." I thought.
There was a few blokes whose physique I found attractive. But no one who would have caused a commotion. I was shyly followed by a few as I would go from the shower room, to the lounge area then upstairs to the screening room and the maze. Thus went the merry-go-round. Silly as it is, I like that ritual. Just like a psychological foreplay, even if, compared to the traditional courtship, it is reduced to its barest minimum - in all senses of the word. But the traditional courtship has also been taking the dust with all these social networks. No need now, to display any skill at socialising, the smart phone does it for you and makes you dumb in the process!
I was standing in the pitch dark room. It would be so much better had they placed some very dim lights here and there so one can feel the shape of the bodies drifting by, and navigate more comfortably in the area.
The only way is to know who's going in and stay close to him. There was this guy who didn't look too bad. Not the most amazing feature, but some yearning eyes and a fabulous bum.
We made out in the dark room but soon, nameless hands were doing a manoeuvring ballet around us, compelling us to leave. My partner (I didn't get to know his name) grabbed a blanket and we went to a booth. That's when things stop exciting me and dangerously verge toward the un-sexy. The booths usually have this acrid smell which kills all erotic tension. I would not even dare to touch the pillows or the blankets either.
The guy was very directive. Obviously his wish was to give me a good time, and he was good at it. It's not so frequent to meet someone who knows how. Maybe more particularly in my experience, so eager I am, usually, to please my partner... So I let him journeying over and through my body with great delight.
If he didn't have the preferred perfect athletic bodies that are displayed in magazines, some of his features were quite irresistible, especially his bubble ass cheeks. Firm and round... I couldn't help reaching out for them. However, for somebody who was so anxious to please his partner, I was surprised to see no physical evidence of any enjoyment from him.
"Erm, I have had sex three times during the day already" he said apologetically
I was impressed. Youths really do have lots of stamina!
We then went to the screening room where some boring over-the-top American blue movie was being played and we made ourselves comfortable on one of the worn out sofas. Men of all types were coming and going around us. Young, twinks, muscular, fat and old. One elderly Caucasian was there, but I wonder if he found anybody. He was overweight and the sight of him wasn't particularly appealing. Some men stood nearby to have a look as I was displaying (to my surprise) an ongoing erection. Others sat behind to observe without being seen. I noticed a guy leaning against a wall then settling on the sofa in front of us. He had a lean and ripped body and I found out he was actually very good looking when he would take his glasses off.
My companion obviously didn't want to part with me. It was getting too late for the last train but he was still following me, unable to let go. I tried to gently make him understand that it may be time to go back since he had to get up early the next day - 6 o' clock, he had told me.
He stayed a while longer, getting more and more emotional by the minute.
"If I had a boyfriend like you, I would be soooo happy" he said, whilst touching my chest as we were lounging on the sofa. I could not say much to that.
We sat on the bench near the counter, he fully dressed, me stark naked. He kept sighing more and more heavily, looking up as if addressing some invisible divinity. I know he wished me to ask for his number so to meet again. But much as our encounter was pleasurable, I had not such wish and such display of emotionality seemed out of place. Already, I was thinking about this other man who had sat on sofa in front of us.
Once my companion had left the bath house, I dashed to the first floor. Alas! The sexy man was no longer on the sofa. I walked around, hoping to see his figure come out of the obscurity. And indeed he did. I followed him, trying to make my move none too obvious. If he had caught sight of me, I couldn't tell. He merely acknowledged me as one of the passing silhouettes.
He walked down to the shower area. I did the same. How to pretend one needs a shower when it's at least the sixth time??? He went into the steam room. What was I to do? Come close and make my intentions extremely clear to him? A couple of other men stepped in. I couldn't see anything, so I reached for the exit. He came out shortly after sporting a handsome hard on and made his way to the shower. I couldn't resign myself to approach him in such an aggressive manner. After a while, he walked into another big room, formerly a cinema room now turned into an open dormitory where homeless people for the night would sleep
- given that no one else disturbs their slumber.
My guy walked to the end of the room where he found two king size beds. He lied down on one of them. "Enough!" I told myself. "It's time to take action". Fighting my shyness, he took the other bed and lied there for a while. He didn't move. Was he trying to sleep?
I sat up and extended my arms toward him. As my fingers reached his chest, he felt no resistance from him.I stroked his body for a while before a couple of other men came near and stopped, watching us. One of them, a short, stocky type, sat on the other side of my guy and compelled him to touch his dick. I was aroused and also surprised to see that he showed no resistance to the other man either. Was he on for group sex? I didn't mind that either. But hours of being played on by my first companion had nearly driven me to a point of no return. I felt ready to explode. I tried to calm myself down, my senses at the same time being gradually stimulated again as my guy, now surrounded by three other men responded at last to my contact. His hand grabbed mine. My face came closer to his and soon we were kissing passionately. The stocky guy, forced himself between us, commanding each in turn to service him. I still didn't quite know what my guy wanted. Obviously, I was the one he preferred out of everyone. Soon, two of the men went on with their own business and there was me my guy and the stocky one. I was beginning to feel annoyed by him and pushed him away. But he didn't seem to understand the signal and kept coming back. One can learn a lot aobut oneself in a sexual situation. Strangely, that's when all our subconscious materialises. The partner becomes a mirror. There was a distinct pleasure to see my guy being willingly compelled to service this stocky man.
We couldn't keep on on that bed. My guy suggested to go upstair and find a cabin. There was none left, since at this late hour, they were used as mini hotel room.
We ended up in an another open area, only separated from the corridor by a curtain, hoping no one would think to find us there. Wishful thinking! When the other men just contended themselves in being voyeurs, our stocky man came back in action, now more aroused as my guy was getting inside me. Had he been more gentle, I may have welcomed him to join, but his ruthlessness and brutal behaviour were a total turn off to me.
I truly enjoyed being possessed by my guy. He was decisive but attentive in his gestures. I only enjoy being a bottom when these two qualities are met.
"I saw you some time ago already" my guy told afterward. "But I thought that you were too good for me, so I didn't dare to come to you". Such words always surprise me especially when I'm also the one who thinks that way.
We were happy our paths finally crossed. We gladly exchanged numbers. He couldn't speak very good English, but that didn't matter. I was looking forward to seeing him again. This carefree attitude of his in a crowded situation attracted me
"I don't mind group sex, but I don't mind having you exclusively for myself either!" he said.
His name: Terry, or Xiao Sue.
Listen to:
Don't Be Koi
I was standing in the pitch dark room. It would be so much better had they placed some very dim lights here and there so one can feel the shape of the bodies drifting by, and navigate more comfortably in the area.
The only way is to know who's going in and stay close to him. There was this guy who didn't look too bad. Not the most amazing feature, but some yearning eyes and a fabulous bum.
We made out in the dark room but soon, nameless hands were doing a manoeuvring ballet around us, compelling us to leave. My partner (I didn't get to know his name) grabbed a blanket and we went to a booth. That's when things stop exciting me and dangerously verge toward the un-sexy. The booths usually have this acrid smell which kills all erotic tension. I would not even dare to touch the pillows or the blankets either.
The guy was very directive. Obviously his wish was to give me a good time, and he was good at it. It's not so frequent to meet someone who knows how. Maybe more particularly in my experience, so eager I am, usually, to please my partner... So I let him journeying over and through my body with great delight.
If he didn't have the preferred perfect athletic bodies that are displayed in magazines, some of his features were quite irresistible, especially his bubble ass cheeks. Firm and round... I couldn't help reaching out for them. However, for somebody who was so anxious to please his partner, I was surprised to see no physical evidence of any enjoyment from him.
"Erm, I have had sex three times during the day already" he said apologetically
I was impressed. Youths really do have lots of stamina!
We then went to the screening room where some boring over-the-top American blue movie was being played and we made ourselves comfortable on one of the worn out sofas. Men of all types were coming and going around us. Young, twinks, muscular, fat and old. One elderly Caucasian was there, but I wonder if he found anybody. He was overweight and the sight of him wasn't particularly appealing. Some men stood nearby to have a look as I was displaying (to my surprise) an ongoing erection. Others sat behind to observe without being seen. I noticed a guy leaning against a wall then settling on the sofa in front of us. He had a lean and ripped body and I found out he was actually very good looking when he would take his glasses off.
My companion obviously didn't want to part with me. It was getting too late for the last train but he was still following me, unable to let go. I tried to gently make him understand that it may be time to go back since he had to get up early the next day - 6 o' clock, he had told me.
He stayed a while longer, getting more and more emotional by the minute.
"If I had a boyfriend like you, I would be soooo happy" he said, whilst touching my chest as we were lounging on the sofa. I could not say much to that.
We sat on the bench near the counter, he fully dressed, me stark naked. He kept sighing more and more heavily, looking up as if addressing some invisible divinity. I know he wished me to ask for his number so to meet again. But much as our encounter was pleasurable, I had not such wish and such display of emotionality seemed out of place. Already, I was thinking about this other man who had sat on sofa in front of us.
Once my companion had left the bath house, I dashed to the first floor. Alas! The sexy man was no longer on the sofa. I walked around, hoping to see his figure come out of the obscurity. And indeed he did. I followed him, trying to make my move none too obvious. If he had caught sight of me, I couldn't tell. He merely acknowledged me as one of the passing silhouettes.
He walked down to the shower area. I did the same. How to pretend one needs a shower when it's at least the sixth time??? He went into the steam room. What was I to do? Come close and make my intentions extremely clear to him? A couple of other men stepped in. I couldn't see anything, so I reached for the exit. He came out shortly after sporting a handsome hard on and made his way to the shower. I couldn't resign myself to approach him in such an aggressive manner. After a while, he walked into another big room, formerly a cinema room now turned into an open dormitory where homeless people for the night would sleep
- given that no one else disturbs their slumber.
My guy walked to the end of the room where he found two king size beds. He lied down on one of them. "Enough!" I told myself. "It's time to take action". Fighting my shyness, he took the other bed and lied there for a while. He didn't move. Was he trying to sleep?
I sat up and extended my arms toward him. As my fingers reached his chest, he felt no resistance from him.I stroked his body for a while before a couple of other men came near and stopped, watching us. One of them, a short, stocky type, sat on the other side of my guy and compelled him to touch his dick. I was aroused and also surprised to see that he showed no resistance to the other man either. Was he on for group sex? I didn't mind that either. But hours of being played on by my first companion had nearly driven me to a point of no return. I felt ready to explode. I tried to calm myself down, my senses at the same time being gradually stimulated again as my guy, now surrounded by three other men responded at last to my contact. His hand grabbed mine. My face came closer to his and soon we were kissing passionately. The stocky guy, forced himself between us, commanding each in turn to service him. I still didn't quite know what my guy wanted. Obviously, I was the one he preferred out of everyone. Soon, two of the men went on with their own business and there was me my guy and the stocky one. I was beginning to feel annoyed by him and pushed him away. But he didn't seem to understand the signal and kept coming back. One can learn a lot aobut oneself in a sexual situation. Strangely, that's when all our subconscious materialises. The partner becomes a mirror. There was a distinct pleasure to see my guy being willingly compelled to service this stocky man.
We couldn't keep on on that bed. My guy suggested to go upstair and find a cabin. There was none left, since at this late hour, they were used as mini hotel room.
We ended up in an another open area, only separated from the corridor by a curtain, hoping no one would think to find us there. Wishful thinking! When the other men just contended themselves in being voyeurs, our stocky man came back in action, now more aroused as my guy was getting inside me. Had he been more gentle, I may have welcomed him to join, but his ruthlessness and brutal behaviour were a total turn off to me.
I truly enjoyed being possessed by my guy. He was decisive but attentive in his gestures. I only enjoy being a bottom when these two qualities are met.
"I saw you some time ago already" my guy told afterward. "But I thought that you were too good for me, so I didn't dare to come to you". Such words always surprise me especially when I'm also the one who thinks that way.
We were happy our paths finally crossed. We gladly exchanged numbers. He couldn't speak very good English, but that didn't matter. I was looking forward to seeing him again. This carefree attitude of his in a crowded situation attracted me
"I don't mind group sex, but I don't mind having you exclusively for myself either!" he said.
His name: Terry, or Xiao Sue.
Listen to:
Don't Be Koi
I wrote this song in 2010, a few months before leaving for Taipei. I often half-jokingly tell my friends that there are two main drives in my life: creativity and sex. And I believe both are very similar. So I wrote a song about it, making a stab at Tom Waits' Temptation as well as Andrew Marvell's famous poem to the coy mistress.
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