Gym Steamroom Encounters

My first entry about my sexperience in the gym sauna was in 2012.

But there was a prior encounter where I was, sort of, publically harassed by another man. It never occured to me that it could happen to me and how it would encourages me to boldly go where many men had gone before.

It was a fateful weekend morning. I finished my workout and hit the shower by 11am. After a quick shower, I wrapped the white towel around my waist and proceed to the steamroom. As I was the only person inside the steamroom, I unwrapped my towel and place it on my lap and I sit on the upper level tile bench, looking out the clouded glass door.

Then a rather muscular guy came in. He was a regular at the gym, but we are not acquainted. He is probably in his late 30s. Not exactly goodlooking, but decent height and toned body. I have seen him around the gym and planetromeo.

Usually strangers don't talk to each other in gym sauna, but he initiate small talk with me. I answer absent mindedly. He then proceed to sit next to me. I didn't think much about it until suddenly i felt his hand on my leg. At that moment, I was dumbfounded and didn't react. But I quickly overcome the surprise, stood up and left the steamroom. I even politely said bye to him before exiting. I avoided him earnestly.

The experience was a bit shocking for me. But when I reflect upon it, I realized I missed out on something, and the GayLord decided that my time for random locker room encounter is upon me.

My subsequent locker room encounter also happened at the steamroom. As usual, I went to steamroom after workout, sitting at the side. A Chinese guy came in, took off his towel and sit next to me. This time round, I was not afraid to engage when he nudge against my leg. I touch his leg and move my hand sideway to lightly touch his cock. He didn't resist and started moving his hand further towards me. Suddenly, the glass door flung open, and we quickly stopped what we were doing, as another Chinese guy came in and sit at the opposite corner. 

I thought that's the end of the encounter, but the guy next to me continue to touch me after awhile in plain sight of the other guy. The guy at the opposite has his gaze fixed on us touching each other. After a short caressing, the guy next to gesture me to go out, so I followed him out and together we went into a shower cubicle. To my surprise, the other person followed us into the shower cubicle and I had my first, brief but thrilling threesome in there. I briefly fuck the guy while the other person rub his cock against me. I don't think anybody notice us when we went out. The guy that followed us was no where to be seen afterwards but I did bump into the guy I fuck. We ended up exchanging contact, and had vanilla sex at his place for a few time.

My second locker room encounter happened when I decided to visit gym steamroom after a chill session. It was partly to sweat and mostly to cruise the locker room during morning. I was doing what cruiser do, go in and out of shower cubicle and steamroom multiple times, hoping to bump into fellow cruiser. Just as I thought I was out of luck, and decided to take a shower at the cubicle at the far end, I saw a Chinese guy went in to the cubicle opposite me, with shower curtain half opened. I responded by pulling the shower curtain half way too. As we turn on the shower head and wet our body, we position ourselves towards each other, we lock eyes and our intention was clear to each other. I quickly step into his cubicle and pull the curtain shut. He pump a handfull of shower gel and lather on his cock and my ass. That was my first and only time being fucked in a gym shower cubicle. It was exhilarating. I don't know if he did chill like me but he cum fast. I thought I could catch him when we leave the locker room but unfortunately we never cross path afterwards.

Third time's the charm. I was at a different gym, finished my workout at night and relaxing in the steamroom. A hunky good looking Malay guy came in, took off his towel and flash his stiff cock before me, inviting me to touch it. So I lean forward to grab and stroke it for a short while. We both left the steamroom as if nothing happened, and went to change as the gym was closing. We both did not pursue it further that day. I did bump into the Malay guy a few time while working out there but our schedule was usually different. One day, we saw each other leaving at the same time, and we sort of give each other a nod. As I trail behind him, he signal me to follow him to the mall toilet, which was deserted at that time. We stood next to each other at the urinal and I suck his cock for abit as my post-workout meal. I never see him afterwards as I moved to another gym.

After that, no more random gym encounter, mostly because I didn't go to gym much due to work schedule and laziness.

呼嗨经

我问烟客，何为呼？

烟客曰，呼，以冰唤嗨，恶习，罪也。

我问烟客，如何呼？
烟客曰，炎燃冰，冰化烟。烟入体，游周天。通百合，至会阴，则一气呼成。

我问烟客，为何呼？
烟客曰，呼者，嗨也，不眠夜。呼嗨者，肏之若魇，性也；静若处子，呼哀也。

我问烟客，性也，然也。呼若不为嗨，为何呼？

烟客曰，呼之，欲出，菊花开，寒雁高飞，人人得以肏之。呼之，忘忧，人释怀，沉欲落厌，人人得以忘之。

Dishooked

I fully understand the frustration of a long chat that leads to nowhere when all you wanted was someone to sex with. Such frustration build up in some people in such level that they do not tolerate any length of conversation, and will get mad at people who asked too much. To them, it's like, fuck or not? If not, fuck off.

In an effort to understand the angst of these people, I have reason to believe that they have been rejected many a times, which inevitably can be concluded that they are not desirable by the unofficial consensus of the gay circle. As prematurely as it seems, this is base on the belief that one needs to be rejected way many times to try to cover up their undesirableness with a sense of urgency. Unfortunately for me, on my path towards achieving the Great Promiscuousnes, I have stumbled upon some of such person. It took me several encounters to finally learn that pushy hook up is bad hook up.

Of being homophobic

When USA announced the equal right of marriage, my FB was flooded by the pride rainbow. People post and repost about their opinions on gay marriage, about being gay and how it is going to change the world. A friend asked why do I not rejoice in that, to him I answered, "What the fuck does it got to do with me? Not like we are legalising gay marriage here. Beside, US is not the first country to legalise gay marriage. All the hoohaa simply because US has better media coverage."

The exchange of argument between gay marriage supporters and haters mostly revolve around the will of God, the laws of nature and the society norm. The same old pointless debate that ultimately question the existence of a Maker.

And then there were friends that posted, "I have nothing against gay, but I just don't think god/nature meant for two men to marry/i do not want it happening around me". I wanted to say to them, "It is alright to be homophobic. Just like it is alright to have malicious thoughts, suicidal intention, wet dreams, crave for cigarettes and whatever. If you stand behind it, by all means do, nobody should be blame for that. The fact is that the statement is down right homophobic and the sad thing is, people who said so are not even aware of it. Ignorance is a blister not a bliss.

Darkness in Paradise

We are all conscious of our looks, especially in this superficial circle. The unfortunate looking tries to hide it, the common looking tries their luck while the good looking gets their pick, that's what I always presume. But one good looking chinese guy shifted my view slightly, and I chance upon a sneak peak into the darkness in paradise. Although being good looking and well endowed, when it comes to random hookup, he needs to assure people that he is not doing it for money, even though many would pay for his body. It comes as a surprise to me that normal good looking man are troubled for being mistaken of selling their body. Mayhap you know him, mayhap you have bedded him, mayhap it's you I'm writing bout. Mayhap not.

Go Play Outside

Epigram : If mom finds out what her geeky son was playing outside, she would have probably give him an Xbox instead.

We fantasize about it, we see amateur porn with people doing it, yet most of us don't dare to try it. If you don't know what I'm writing about still, it's outdoor sex. We want it but we don't dare to do it, that's how the scene was around here, back then before the millennium, but with the Generation Z onward, I'm not so sure how true it remains.

To start off, we need to get the terminology right. Outdoor sex should refer to sex outside of the confinement of a building, so having fun on an apartment's balcony is not outdoor sex in the strictest sense, but nevertheless, it's a tiny step away from pleasure in nature. Also, having sex in a public toilet has been categorized under Toilet Sex, although Car Sex does borderline outdoor, especially if it's moving on the road.

For most people, the fear of being caught in the act is what stopping them from having outdoor sex, but at the same time, it is exactly the excitement of being caught that thrill people into having outdoor sex. It took a decade plus before I let myself out to play.

The maiden trip happened a few months back. I was invited by a buddy to join another two of his buddies on a short trip to a waterfall in Hulu Langat. He explicitly mentioned that we were all required to wear thong. So I wore the only pair of thong that I have in my drawer, which was a pair of GMW in bright neon green, a gift by a buddy who got it as a gift. It took us an hour plus to get there, and a good 15 minutes or so to travel up until we reach the deserted part of the waterfall. As we track up the waterfall, we sees tons of people picnicking by the side, what amazed us was not the crowd but the fact that families would go on a picnic during a working weekday.

Once we reached the top and made sure that nobody was around, we put down our belongings and stripped down naked, all the while looking over the horizon to make sure that the coast remains clear. We were worried of being caught, so we decided to always have someone taking guard.

One would think that the sight of three men in thong ready to have fun will surely bring on reaction, but a dip into the pool of running cold water will likely release the build up of muscle tension. At the end, some light oral sex was performed, while one was penetrated in the bushes by the waterfall. Personally, the combination of weariness, cold running water, tiny bugs flying around, sands sticking on the body, wild dogs in the woods barking, falling branches and lurking evil spirits from local folklore, all made the experience less enjoyable. Would I go for outdoor sex again? Definitely, but not at a waterfall, that's one location I'll be crossing off permanently in my book.

Scandalous Instagram Account

Roughly 3 months back, I did something really scandalous. I created an Instagram account with the tagline of "My Fucking Memoir in Still", documenting moments of my sex life, in which there are pictures of oral, anal and some down right kinky stuff. In less then 3 months, I posted around 40 very revealing pictures, and was able to gather nearly 4 thousand followers. The figure was a bit shocking to me, but after seeing other people which can gather 400 likes for one picture in less then an hour, I realize my feat was actually mediocre by standards. Too bad the officials caught up and the account was banned, which was not surprising at all. Thankfully it was banned, for I realize I really don't have much pics to post anymore. And no, am not planning to recreate another similar account, too much effort and too stressful. There were many times during the 3 months period, where I log on to Instagram in the middle of the night, or every hour after I posted a pic, just to find out how many likes I can gather or if anybody left me any comments. It can borderline psychotic and narcissistic for sure.

Ecclesiastes 1:9

Nowadays, gays hookup with strangers mostly through social media. Some get their fill of meat at sauna while some tries their luck in the gym shower. I am guilty of all three charges in declining order.

There was a time when I would laugh at the idea of me fooling around in the gym shower, but now I smirk at the thought. I confess that my sexual experiences varied but there are many things I have never tried. For one, I have never hook up with a random stranger on the street. I have heard stories of how two guys with brief eye contact walking up to each other and ends up in the toilet nearby with their cock out, sadly I have yet cross eye with any such guy. One likely reason is because I'm not friendly looking outwardly, although being tall and having a fast walking pace might be contributing factors too. But I don't doubt such stories, even though I am quite certain it wouldn't be happening on me anytime soon, I do try to walk slower nowadays and scan my surrounding more, hoping against hope to chance upon the fabled sex-a-first-sight. 

Except for those introduced during group activities, the almighty internet has always been my, and likely most men's main supplier. The internet has in a very short span of time nurtured in the Golden Era of Great Promiscuousness, where the first cardinal rule for achieving great promiscuousness sings, "o horny soul, behold! to see nothing is to hear no. be bold! there are plenty of other horny souls."

The second rule for achieving great promiscuousness says, size does matter! It is stated mathematically as F = ma, which states that the vector sum of the fuck force (F) on a bottom is equal to the mass of the cock (m) multiplied by the acceleration vector (a) of the cock. In layman's term, the intensity of a fuck is equal to how hard can your cock gets and how fast can you fuck. When velocity is controlled to remain constant, the mass of the cock will determine how much fuck force can be produced. Given that m = ρxHxWxL, where mass (m) equals to density (ρ) multiplied by height (H), width (W) length (L), in which density remain constant as every unit length of a cock contains the same amount cells, while height, width and length are the variables. Thus, the dimension of the cock and how well it measured up, becomes the one and only factor in determining how good the fuck was, ultimately reinforcing the notion that size does matter.

Ecclesiastes 1:9 The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

Role & Responsibility

Top, versatile, bottom or T/V/B, is the quintessential greetings among gay men; crucial in helping us determine whether we want to be acquainted with another gay man. On one hand, it's vain and degrading because we sum up one person base on his preferences in bed, but on the other hand, it's a crucial indicator for relationship. Most gay man try to avoid falling in love with someone they can't have intercourse with as a love-without-sex is a one way ticket to infidelity.

Obviously, each role comes with its own pros and cons. When we enter the gay world as a virgin that's not going to last too long in this day and era, we might weight the benefits before designating an alphabet to ourselves. Although we can in the course of our life change from one role to another caused by factors such as age, drugs, paradigm shift, enlightenment etc, it should be a good rule of thumb for these virgins to assume the top role until the sacred backend has been intruded, because how could anybody declare themselves bottom or versatile when they have never had a cock up their ass?

But then again, just because one know what they are doing in bed, doesn't mean it make any sense either. For example, someone who proclaimed himself top confessed that versatile has the most fun because they enjoy both ends. But when inquire why would he not turn versatile since he envy them so much, all he says is that, it hurts. Though I tried to assure him that all he need is the right man with the right tool to ease him in, he refused. One can bar entry because of pain, one can limit entry to authorized personnel, but his notion just don't quite make sense for me.

There were other guys with peculiar guidelines when it comes to sex. Like, they can't accept versatile eventhough they themselves like it both way. It cannot come to their knowledge that their top has been topped. Their top must be older, not younger. Their top must be shorter, not taller (OK, this I understand as height difference does equate different dymanics). Things we expect from other people can sometimes be demanding to the extreme.

Massage boys frenzy

Ever try turning on Grindr or Jack'd in Bukit Bintang area? If you did, you'll realize that your screen is swarm by pictures of massage boys from our neighboring countries. I guess market here must be quite good, seeing that we do have constant supplies of boys offering their bodies to local men and foreign visitors alike.

It doesn't take a genius to know that their pictures has gone through photoshop. Flawless skin and perfect body everyone of them? I don't think that there are that many hunky men running around in our city.

I have even come across a site that explicitly discuss the performance and services provided by massage boys in the country. The information provided allows people to peek into the world of paid sex. Honestly speaking, if I'm rich and I can afford it, I wouldn't mind giving it a try or two, or maybe three... but at a price tag of RM200, I think I rather spend it on some quality food or splurge on luxury items I don't need.

A thing for underwear

A man in his underwear. We all like to see one especially if he is hunky, cute, handsome and just down right make our groin stirs. Maybe because of the influence of pop culture, we are fed with the image of what a man in underwear should be like.We all yearn to be that man, though some of us succeed, most of us just drool on. But that doesn't stop us from posing in our underwear, because it is a way to sexual escapade.

We are all drawn to the image of hard cock showing under the underwear, or seductive indication that jr is hung like a horse. But the image of a man in plain white CK underwear is over exaggerated because we need a good body to go along with that pair of underwear. If your body is build, whether it's bulky, lean or defined, you'll look great in any underwear. But if you are just a plain joe barely able to suck in the tummy for a half naked shot, different pair of underwear will do you good.

Western porn are often showing men in boxers, briefs or jocks, while Japanese porn offer men in skimpy briefs, jocks, thongs and other more interesting design. It means more to people who has a fetish towards underwear, for those who don't, it's just a piece of cloth to take off in order to access what's underneath.

Personally, I'm more interested with porn that showcase men in underwear doing their things. Wearing underwear for a long foreplay, putting it back on during intermission, jerking while wearing underwear, those things turn me on. The rubbing of semi-erect cock against a tight underwear is arousing, even wilder still when someone's face is on it, rubbing, licking, kissing and playing with the waking giant. It's standard foreplay I guess, but likely to move into the realm of kink when it's prolonged. Guilty as charge, I have a fetish for underwear.

Getting high in HD

An accurate depiction of a subculture rampant in our circle, the only problem is... not all men are that sexy. Or maybe you have to be in the league in order to be in the circle of such hunks.

Japanese, for real?

Had a very interesting conversation on grindr, with a japanese living in KL. He certainly opens my eyes about japanese culture. At first, I was a bit taken aback when he ask if I squat on the toilet seat while taking a dung, that certainly rank high in weirdness when it's the first few questions ask to a stranger. He mentioned that Malaysian guy squat on toilet seat, which he finds fascinating, in a fetish kind of way. He then demonstrate this japanese superiority complex, when he learn that people in this developing country knows about fetishes, just like people in his developed country. I was a bit annoyed with his attitude. Then he told me that when he is younger, around 18-22 years old, his fetish is suits, because during that period, he wears gucci often. I just rolled my eyes.

But then he also tells me that japanese don't do anal sex that often, only 30-40% of them do, because it seems that they don't have the facility to clean their ass for anal sex. They have automated ass cleaning apparatus but not a hose that connects to a water source?  Somehow this seems sensible yet senseless at the same time. Seeing that all I know about japan is through tv, I guess I just have to believe what he said, that anal sex is another form of fetish in japan.

In Darkness We Wait

In darkness we wait. That is what half naked men do in sauna. As much as it is a place for some men to release their unruly sexual urges, what most of them does is to walk and stand around, even those good looking ones. Though I once wonder why does good looking men need to go to sauna, I have yet to reach a conclusive answer. But I believe it has to do with the fact that some of us need more sex than what we currently have, ranging from a zero for the less fortunate one, to a one for the attached one, and of course not forgetting the wild one which has no limit. Whatever the reason, they might not always get all that they want due standards issues. Standards being what they expect in other men, and what other men expect good looking men to want. The fact is, they all want the same thing, yet they are too shy to approach, cause really if there is no good men around, would you loiter there a few hours instead?

Instant Sex

There was a word that was coined here in the country, 'Touch and Go' sex, in honor of our highway's notorious contactless toll system. It's the kind of sex that you meet, fuck, cum and go. The travel time for one person to get to the other person's place is probably longer than the coupling action itself. Eventhough I have my share of experience in this kind of speed sex, I find it unsettling as I questions myself, are both of us that horny? Or are we merely shy and at lost with words? Or is it really like, I don't fucking care, all I need is a fuck?

Gym Sauna

Of all the steamy stories I heard about the gym locker, I for one has never encounter any for the pass few years, until recently that is. My oh my, let me add that it is not once but twice. Talk about things coming in pair.

I come to realize that the reason why I never encounter this, is all due to timing. More specifically going to the gym at non peak hours. Back to the steamy story, what happened was there there was only two person in the sauna, and the other person walk around and flip his towel before me, showing the cock. In the first encounter it was erect, in the second it was not. Regardless, it takes me to reach out to grab the tool to initiate the whole action sequence, but i suspect that if I were to flash mine, it would probably resulted the same too.

Well, was it fun? I wouldn't deny the thrill of it. But would I go to gym just for that? Probably not, but if I were to go to the gym those weird hours, I guess I wouldn't mind being a bit naughty.

Journey to the Lostworld

It was 3 in the morning on a weekday, I was driving home and passed by the famous Lostworld. Eventhough I live quite near to it, the number of times I've been there can probably be counted by two hands. The last time I've been there, well, I don't really remember actually when I was there last. So feeling a bit adventurous, I made a detour into the carpark and to my surprise, there were actually people there still.

So I park my car and walked down. Didn't really travel far, was just walking at the car park and this guy stopped me at my track. He asked me to join him in his Lexus. He was actually quite insistent as he grab my hand. What's worse is that against my better judgement, I went into his car. Well, to my defense, I thought that since I have never experience this before, I might as well give it a try. Who knows, it might turn out great.

Well, nothing too erotic happened. He wanted to kiss me but I decline, mainly cause he contradict himself during our short conversation. He says he don't come here often, yet his action shows otherwise.Sometimes I wonder why people lie like this. Was it shame? Or do they think that by pretending to be innocent, they can get hookup easier. But really, nobody is new to all this nowadays, not even a 12 years old.

Afterwards we left his car and was walking in the carpark again. He was suggesting to hookup with another person for threesome, which again, contradicts his earlier statement of being new to all this. Anyway, as I decline him again, he tried to ask me to get into his car again, but seeing that I'm in open space, it's easier for me to escape. Who knows he might drive me somewhere and force me to rape him...

Around 4ish, I drove home tired. This adventure has been troubling to a certain extent. But at least I know that I wouldn't be feeling the same type of adventurous again anytime soon.

Handle with Care

No no, don't be silly dear, when I said 'open', I don't mean open to everybody regardless of shapes and sizes. What I actually meant was 'open to the type that I am interested in'. Why not be straight forward you say? I thought that was widely understood. Anyhow, do you really need me to shove it in such brutal manner? Although I know you want it in a way, but sadly that's not the way I'm heading. What I'm trying to say is, life is fair, everybody is given choice. True, some people have better options while others have to resort begging, but that's how life goes. Life is not fair. Oh wait, I think I told you life is fair just now. Oh well, life get tanned sometimes. Don't ask me why. I don't have a say in how life works, I'm just sharing with you what little I understand about life. Am sure you understand what I meant, it's not exactly rocket science or needing you to sit under a tree or crucified to accomplish. Anyway, got to go, screwing time. Adios and good luck.

6 Degrees of Seperation

Was chilling with a friend and were gossiping away on what not. One topic leads to another, we end up on the topic of sex, more specifically how many men one has slept with. We both have no ideas what the exact figure was, and collectively we conclude that most gay men would have lost count also. We also did a cross checking and realize that we have two seemingly isolated group of contacts but upon further investigation, we discovered that we have tried the same men before during different period in time. Not that it came as a surprise.

(Sure, it might seems that we are kissing and telling, which might not be the most gracious thing to do and probably be one of the bigger taboo too, but we have done worse things than that. Never for a moment were we pretending to be good, as a matter of fact, if the conventional wisdom on after life is true, we probably have a one way express ticket to hell already. So, that's probably the least of our worries. Plus, there is a price to pay to scientific analysis. All in the name of science.)

It seems that the social butterfly, or slut as most people would refer to them although we have coined them Samantha Jones instead, does live up to their reputation indeed. They are the missing link that connects us to each other. Think about it, at some point in the past, you and I and everyone else, regardless of our differences have bedded the same man. Now, isn't this where world peace starts? Make love, not war. And, if you have bedded enough men, you would have probably bedded the man that have bedded a man you wish but can never bed. There should be some form of comfort in knowing that, no? Count your blessings, there are worse things that one could extrapolate and postulate base on this.

Random Encounters

It seems that I've been missing out on a particular type of adventure all this while. Supposedly one can be shopping in a mall, make eye contact with someone, strike up a conversation and have sex, all in the same day. I thought it's only possible in stories, but I guess every story has its root in truth. And it seems that it's commonly practiced too. Gosh, have I been holding up in a narrow shaft of well all this while?

It's probably because I don't make enough eye contact or that I don't smile enough. People have commented that I don't smile enough and to that I answered, "Why should I smile for no reason? Isn't that borderline lunatic?" And to that the comment escalated from I don't smile enough to I don't look friendly to I look arrogant. To that, the stare, which is probably where the arrogance of mine kicks in. Rooted in truth indeed.