I sat in the men’s rest area of the health club on a Saturday afternoon. I have been spending most my Saturday afternoons here more than one year since my first encounter with that Dutch man about a year ago.
There seemed to be more competition these days than before. More local gays came to look for some fun here. But it was quiet now. I talked with local straight people from time to time but seldom did so with the gays. I did not want them to know too much about me. By this time, I seemed to know pretty well who was and who was not by looking at their eyes and their “sauna behaviors.”
I was reading a newspaper after my nap. The door to the gym opened. There came in a Caucasian, quite tall, around 6’2”, good looking, early 40’s.
In the next hour and a half, we chatted from time to time in the sauna and in the steam room. Although I would have liked to become intimate with him, I did not dare to initiate any exploration as he did not seem to be one of “us.”
He took a nap and I continued my reading. He looked so handsome, not Hollywood style, but a very reliable husband type, decent looking, weight height proportionate, well spoken, and intelligent.
Originally from California, he was a financial controller with a big multinational company stationed in Hong Kong.
It was about 4:30. I went inside the sauna to have another few rounds before heading home. The sauna was not too hot due to not being used for some time. I sat comfortably inside waiting for the temperature to rise. Not long after, the American guy joined me.
“Was the nap good?” I asked.
“It’s what I needed. It’s been crazy in the past few days. Meetings after meetings, and endless dinners.”
We chatted for another while. Then he stepped out to take a shower. He opened the door, nodded at me and said:
“I’m heading off, maybe see you one of these days.”
“That will be good. Maybe we can have a drink together some time,” I replied.
He asked, “Do you have time now? Why don’t we have a drink in the bar?”
“That sounds good. I can meet with you in the bar in ten minutes.”
I always cherished the opportunities chatting with foreign hotel guests, many of them were from U.S. or Europe. It was a window to the Western world, to practice my English, and deep inside my heart, I liked Caucasians’ looks, body shape, hairy chest, and their civilized manners. And the hotel guests tended to be business travelers, already in a more “elite” league.
We sat in the hotel bar, each having a beer. Our conversation mainly was about business. At one point, I started to probe more personal questions.
“Are you married?” I asked.
“No. Never married.”
“How do you find the opportunity to have sex?” The question was not smooth but it came out. I didn’t know what I was thinking. Did I have a fantasy that he might “be?”
“I find free things here and there. You know...” He shrugged his shoulders.
As I did not know how to continue this conversation, I changed the subject to something else.
We chatted for about an hour or so. We both seemed to enjoy our conversation and the instant bond. Some time passed and I felt I needed to go.
“I might have to go now. I promised my mom that I would go back to have dinner with them. Otherwise I would like to have dinner with you.”
“Sure, no problem.”
“If you are still here next weekend, maybe I can show you the Northeast Coast. It’s a scenic drive.”
“I am likely to be here next weekend but I am not sure about my schedule. Give me a call before that and let’s see. If you come to the gym in the coming days, call me to see if I am around.”
“I will.”
On the following Monday, I went to the gym after work. About 8:30 I left the gym. Suddenly I had an urge to call him. I wanted to see him again.
I used the house phone to call him. He answered delightfully and invited me to go up to his room.
He was still having his supper. He was casually dressed, with a shirt and sports pants.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Water will be fine.”
He handed me over a bottle of water from the mini bar.
We chatted about various things while he was having his dinner. It didn’t take long for him to finish the dinner. It seemed a light meal.
We talked about local bars and I suggested to take him to have a tour. He accepted my offer.
“Let me change my clothes,” he said. He stood up and walked toward his bed. His side facing me, he took off his pants.
What a pleasant shock! He didn’t wear underpants inside. His lower half was naked. Nice-toned legs with a very intriguing manhood. I had an urge to hold him, but I did not dare to make that move. I didn’t know whether he was gay or not and I did not want to spoil the friendship. To certain degree, his being able to be naked in front of me outside the sauna made me feel special. He didn’t seem to mind showing me his most private part and I felt a sense of closeness to him. Seeing him naked in his room was different from seeing him naked in the sauna. For the latter, it was natural, but for the former, it’s sort of “intimate.”
After he put something casual on, we headed out. I showed him the neighborhood of the once-famous bar street - Shuang-Cheng Street. The U.S. Military Assistance Advisory Group was stationed in this area between 1951 and 1978 to protect Taiwan after the Kuo Ming Tang retreated from Mainland China. The bars were once “the place” for bar goers. After the American soliders left, gradually the bars were not as popular as they used to be, but there were still many businessmen around as well as local guys who liked the particular atmosphere of these bars.
We had beer, chatting over various things. I felt comfortable with him, never having any problem continuing our conversation.
An hour later, I drove him back to the hotel. I stopped in front of the main entrance.
I said, “I will contact you Friday or Saturday to see what your schedule looks like. If you have time, I would like to show you the Northeast Coast.”
“Sure, I’d like that.”
He stepped out. I sat in the car waving good-bye to him.
* * * * *
Friday night I called him. He was not in the room. I left a message for him that I would call again next day. I only left my name but I did not give my home phone number to him. I lived with my parents and preferred that my parents did not know what was going on in my life.
Through the daytime of the Saturday I called a few times, but still couldn’t reach him. He seemed to be tied up with his work. That night I finally reached him. He would be able to go out with me on Sunday. I was excited. I couldn’t figure out why I was so excited. Maybe it’s a sense of romance, but it’s far from the reality. I even didn’t know whether he was gay or not. However, sex did not seem to come into my mind, all I thought was that I would have a day with him.
Next morning I picked him up at the hotel and we headed for Yangminshan (YangMing Mountain) National Park (www.ymsnp.gov.tw). It’s about an hour drive from Taipei. The mountain was famous for its hot springs and scenic views. It’s perfect for a one-day trip.
We stopped from time to time to take a scenic view, and sometimes stopped to buy some soft drinks and eat something. We did not have a real lunch, but just had corn and baked sweet potatoes as lunch.
Then we arrived in a hot spring bath/restaurant (Sun Moon Ranch, translated). I always liked soaking myself in the hot springs, especially the outdoor ones. Somehow I felt I was melting into the nature when I was naked in the nature. The temperature was a little cool that day so it was perfect for a hot spring bath.
There were some people in the bath area but it did not take too long for us to get our private room. I had asked whether he would like the public pool or a private room. He preferred a private room.
Each room was like a partition in the outdoor. The walls were made of wood and there was no ceiling.
Bringing him here was to show him an important part of our culture, our lifestyle. After stripping off the last piece of our clothes, we sat in the bath adjusting ourselves to the water temperature. The bath was make of stones and concrete. It could accommodate about four to five people comfortably, but there were only two of us.
It’s good to see him naked again. He was everything I wanted. But for now, I had to swallow that fantasy. I usually prefer the public bath as it felt closer to the nature and the space was bigger, but now I was pleased that we had our own space.
Within a few minutes, we started to sweat. We used the towel to wipe out the sweat on the face, but it did not help too much. We decided to have a “cold shower.” We just took turns to pour cold water onto each other. The water felt ice-cold but it was great.
As he was pouring cold water down to my head when I kneed, I saw his manhood just about a foot from my eyes. I closed my eyes when the water came down. I couldn’t help open my eyes again to see that perfect manhood when the water was gone. I felt tempted but I did not dare to ruin this friendship. I trembled, not knowing whether it’s due to the cold water or being so close to my dream. At one point I had to hold his thigh to steady myself.
We laughed when we saw each other being “tortured” by the cold water.
We did a few rounds of soaking in the hot spring and cold shower. Then we side by side sat on the edge of the bath. We did not feel cold at all even we were naked. I found my left hand was next to his thigh. Touching his thigh seemed so natural, feeling like we were born to each other.
I told him it was a good time to have a massage as our body was warm. I just gave him a massage on his shoulders and upper back. It was not easy to do more. Then I asked him to do the same for me. After giving me a massage on shoulders, I thanked him. He continued touching my upper back gently. I couldn’t tell it was massage or foreplay, but felt somewhat strange the way he touched me. My hand was on his thigh but neither of us made a move.
We probably stayed in the room for forty-five minutes. When we came out from the room, I noticed there were more people waiting outside than when we came in. A woman seemed shocked when seeing both of us coming out. I didn’t know whether it’s because we were two men or because he was a foreigner.
After the hot spring bath, I felt good and he seemed so too. We continued our tour along the northeast coast. The ocean views and the rock formation were all spectacular.
Before dusk, we arrived in BaLi, where we had dinner along the river. It was a precious day to be with someone I liked, especially someone I had a romantic fantasy. I didn’t know whether he was gay or not, but I liked him a lot, and I felt I could be myself with him. We did not touch on any subjects personal during the rest of the trip.
When we finished dinner, the sky was completely dark. The street lights and the river-side restaurants made the dark sky romantically bright.
On the way back to Taipei, I asked what he planned to do afterwards. He said he would like to to go Zhong Hua Shopping Malls to buy some stamps for a friend of his who collected stamps. I said I could take him there.
When approaching the hotel, I felt I would need to use a washroom. We went to his room. After using the washroom, I stepped out the bathroom and saw him watching a TV program. He didn’t seem prepared to go. He sat comfortably on one chair. I sat on the empty one. We exchanged a few words while watching the TV.
I felt a sexual urge for him again. Not knowing how to approach him, I asked:
“Would you like to go to have a massage?”
--- To Be Continued ---
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