As usual, I headed for the gym after work. It’s only about a 7-minute walk from the office to the gym. I bought some deep fried green onion pancake and ate along the way. It’s usually late after I finished the gym. So I always had something to eat before working out.
It’s been two months since I joined the gym. I had never tried to work out previously prior to coming to this gym. I joined because a friend of mine tried to find a gym buddy so he asked me if I could join him. He quit after two weeks but I continued. I liked the idea of coming here after work because I could stay away from the traffic jam. Taipei looked like a parking lot during the rush hours as the subway system was been built. Besides I would like to stay outside a little longer so that I wouldn’t have to stay home long. I still lived with my parents at that time. The quiet rest area of the gym was also a nice treat after a long day. The gym is part of the health club of a hotel. With a lot of foreign guests, it felt “international.” Perhaps it was a hint of some kind but I did not realized it until later.
In the gym, I warmed up by twisting and stretching my body. Then I started walking on the treadmill for a few minutes followed by running, 20 minutes in total. I also did some weightlifting but I was not big on that. Just tried to maintain my muscle texture but not thinking of becoming a small Arnold.
There came the aerobic dance class. Usually about eight to ten women. Very occasionally there was a man in the group. The music was loud and the leader was enthusiastic. I found it too noisy so I usually went into the rest area to read newspapers.
It was not a busy evening. I was the only one in the rest area. Someone being there earlier had left. I felt I was sitting in my own private living room. I only wore a towel on my waist and covered my upper half with another towel as the air-conditioner was a little too strong. I felt relaxed.
After reading the newspapers, I took a nap on one of the three benches. I felt great after waking up. I stepped into the steam room. As I was fighting with the heat, my mind became clear, actually not thinking at all. Usually I did three rounds, having cold showers in between. Then I rested for a while, watching TV or reading newspapers.
After taking a cold shower, I went inside the steam room again. There sat a chubby guy. I therefore had to sit on the other corner where usually I would like to avoid as it was hotter in that corner. I sat and extended my feet to the other side of the bench so that the steam would not attack me directly. The steam stopped coming out. It was quiet and I very much enjoyed that moment. Sometimes I could not stand the heat and had to run outside the steam room but this time I survived.
I enjoyed the quietness for a while. Then my right foot withdrew suddenly by itself. I did not pay attention to what might cause it. Then it happend again. I checked my foot and did not see anything wrong. “Just relax,” I told myself. Within a minute, it happened again. I suddenly realized that it was my natural reflex that was withdrawing my foot because the other man touched my toe with his. I took my feet back a little to allow him to have some room. After another minute or two, I felt that his toe touched my foot again lightly. Shockingly I knew what was going on. Since the steam had stopped coming out, I put my feet back to the floor. My heart was pumping while sitting there. I came out to take a cold shower.
I did not leave the sauna/steam room area after the shower. Instead I went into that steam room. This time I kept some distance from him. We both came out to take cold showers a few times, sometimes together sometimes separately, but each time we went back to the steam room.
What was I thinking? I probably did not have a clue but I knew I would like to go back. Was it simply my curiosity to see what might be happening, or was there something else in my mind?
Usually it’s not so quiet in the sauna/steam room, at least there might be some other hotel guests or local members like myself, but it was strange enough - that night there were only two of us.
I stepped inside the steam room again. I forgot how many times I had already entered that room that night. The guy didn’t seem to give up either. The guy was still taking his shower. I lay down on the upper bench. Then he came in.
He sat on the lower bench, his back was so close to my face. I could feel the heat from his body. Or was it the heat from the steam? I was totally confused, not knowing what might be happening, whether I wanted something to happen or not. He turned his body to the right. Now we were in the same direction. I was lying on the upper bench and he was sitting in the lower one. My breath became more intense.
The guy suddenly grabbed my soft penis and broke the silence:
“Are you waiting for me?”
I was shocked. He took back his hand.
“I don’t know.”
“I see your body trembling and your breath intense. So I guess you are...”
With a deep inhalation, I replied: “I don’t know. I haven’t done anything like this before.”
He turned his back against my shoulder. We did not exchange words for a few seconds but it felt like a few minutes. I was puzzled what to do next but my curiosity remained. Whenever his back touched my shoulder, I felt like lightning going through my body.
“Would you like to have a drink together to discuss this a little more?” I asked. I did not have an idea why I had become the hunter between us.
“Where?”
“To your room?”
He was silent for a moment, then said: “How about the coffee shop next to the lobby?”
We left the gym five minutes apart on purpose. When I arrived the coffee shop, he was already there. We ordered our drinks.
“Are you here for business?”
“Yes, only here for three days and tonight it’s my last night.”
“What a coincidence! I usually come here two to three times a week.”
“After a series of long meetings in the past three days, finally I got some time to relax this evening.”
“Have you done this before?”
“Yes, but very occasionally. I am married.”
“Does your wife know?”
“No.”
“Where are you from?”
“The Netherlands.”
“I like tulips.”
“When did you know that you are interested in this kind of thing?” asked he.
“Tonight,” I replied.
He looked puzzled.
“You have never thought of this before?”
“No. That’s why I was very frightened in the beginning. I am still nervous now. I even haven’t had any sexual experience with a woman.”
We chatted over various subjects, including our jobs. I mentioned I loved European cars. He told me that he had driven five Peugeot 205.
“Would you like me to go to your room later?” I asked.
He seemed a little reluctant. I did not know whether it’s because he did not want a stranger to enter his room or he was also confused about all this. My mind was not totally clear but I felt some sort of urge to pursue it although I did not know what I was really chasing after.
I said, “Maybe we can start from giving massage to each other. I am good at that.”
He smilingly nodded his head.
“I do it often for my father,” I continued. I guessed I was eager to convince him to accept my proposal.
No word coming out from him but he looked intrigued about the idea.
“If you don’t like it, we could just end it there.”
I could not believe how skillful I was in handling an awkward situation like this. I might be a good salesman. He was hesitant for a few seconds, then said: “OK.”
We left the coffee shop separately. In five minutes, I was in his room. We sat in the chairs next to the window and chatted a little more. Apparently we both were a little nervous about what might be happening.
I had a deep breath and said: “Shall we start?”
He nodded and started to take off his shirt.
I asked him to lie facing down. We both had our briefs on as though they were our last frontier to an invading enemy or something we were afraid that might happen to us. He was relatively big but I tried my best to give him a nice massage. It was very professional-like. I didn’t try to touch areas that I shouldn’t.
I concentrated on giving him massage to avoid thinking what might be coming next. He was laid back enjoying my massage. Twenty minutes later, we exchanged the positions.
He started massaging my back. He was not bad. I enjoyed his massage too, very relaxing. He then rubbed my butt, and suddenly he lowered my briefs and took it away. My naked butt was exposed. Now I could relate to a virgin facing her first night.
Totally NAKED, I was still facing down and was not able to see him but I knew I was trembling. His hands moved between my butt and back. Then he lay on my back. His erected manhood rubbed my butt through his briefs. Although I seemed to know this would happen along the night, I was not ready for this moment.
He turned me around and took off his briefs. His manhood was rubbing my ab while I was frightening inside my mind.
“Am I HOMOSEXUAL?” A question suddenly popped in my head.
Those male teachers, news anchormen, and men in the straight porn videos came to my mind as well as Rock Hudson. Those dots now seemed to be connected. Now the answer was clear why I hadn’t had a real girlfriend, seriously dated some women, or even why at age of near thirty I hadn’t had sex with any women.
I did not really enjoy the body contact with this guy as I was so frightened about the whole situation.
His breath became heavier and heavier. I did not feel myself aroused but I felt I wanted to cum. The contradiction of the thought of engaging into homosexual activity and the desire to explore what it could be made me frightened and excited at the same time.
We almost came around the same time. It did not take long for me to cum. He came without much of my help. Basically he just rubbed his manhood against my body.
After the climax, I did not feel great. I did not know how to handle the situation that I had engaged homosexual activities. I still remembered that in the school, friends and I talked about “those people.” However, I never spoke anything negative about them, but just my curiosity why they wanted to have sex with men. At that time, I heard of “homosexual” and “gay” from time to time but never felt anything at all about those words. A friend of mine had mentioned a classmate was gay but that hearsay did not strike me at all on any level. I even had not heard of the word “lesbian.”
After going home, I went into my room very quickly trying to avoid any conversation with my parents. I wanted to be alone for a while to sort out what had happened.
I was puzzled for the rest of the evening. Then I went to bed to try to get some sleep. Strange enough, I had a sexual urge again. My desire was very strong. The images of sexual contacts with that man dominated my mind as I masturbated. I was regretful that I did not taste his manhood.
In the days that followed my work routine continued smoothly, but my mind was troubled. I did not go back to the gym at all for a whole week. I was afraid to revisit the hotel, the sauna, and the steam room, because I did not want to think about what had happened.
One week after, I felt I was back to normal.“It’s just an incident,” I thought. I got back to the gym and started using the sauna/steam room as usual.
Another week passed. On a Saturday afternoon, I left the office around noon. Having a Cantonese noodle and some dumplings for lunch before arriving at the gym. There I met a longtime friend who had just joined the club a few days ago.
I did some usual exercises then sat in the rest area reading newspapers. People came and went while I enjoyed my quiet Saturday afternoon. My friend slept on one of the benches most of the time. I was in and out the sauna/steam room a few times and I could not help noticing a Caucasian guy. I knew I was tempted to do something but there were always other people around. He seemed to notice me too.
Around 4:30, I noticed that Caucasian guy started putting his clothes to prepare to leave. Without much thoughts, I did the same. We looked at each other from time to time. There were other people around. I did not say a word. Neither did he.
He left the men’s area. I followed. I then saw him walk outside the health club entrance. So did I, 10 meters apart. I arrived the waiting area for the hotel elevators. The “Up” button was on, I pressed the “Down” button.
There were only two of us. He looked at me, saying: “Would you like to come up to my room for some tea?”
I replied: “OK.”
Things happend so naturally and I did not feel anything bad about my action. I was excited.
This time I tasted his manhood.
When I was about to leave. The British guy offered me NT$500. With a smile and a hand gesture, I declined.
“Who do you think I am,” I thought, but I did not feel insultedt. It’s kind of funny that I was thought as a money boy.
He continued, “Having some tea with your friend.”
“No, thank you.”
It’s not a bad experience at all, sex or whatever.
Walking out of his room, I was cheerful. My body was relaxed and the sexual urge was fulfilled. A new chapter of my life had begun. It was a direction of no return and a prey had become a hunter.
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