Piano music is in the air. The Fine Lady walks toward the lounge next to the hotel lobby. A waiter ushers her to a corner table. Before she sits, she notices a gentleman sitting by the next table. She glances at him for a fraction of a second. He looks handsome but she couldn’t allow herself to stare at him longer. It’s inappropriate. She has to keep that animal instinct to herself.
“What would you like for this evening, Madam?” The waiter asked after the Fine Lady sits.
Gracefully raising her head, The Fine Lady replies, “Bloody George.”
“Bloody George?” The waiter is confused.
“Bloody Mary.” The Fine Lady gives a joking smile to the waiter.
The waiter smiles and bows out.
The music is soft and not loud. Before long, the waiter brings the cocktail.
“Your Bloody ‘George’, Madam.” The waiter really knows how to earn his tip.
“Thank you. This seems an excellent Bloody George.”
The Fine Lady tastes the cocktail.
“You must be a psychic.” A deep manly voice travels from the gentleman at the next table.
“Excuse me?” Turning her face toward the gentleman, the Fine Lady seems puzzled.
“I said “You must be a psychic.” because my name is George.”
“Oh! Is that your real name, or just a name for the night?” She replies with a playful tone.
She has seen this kind of flirtation many times but this one is different, and she could not deny that not many men have this kind of quality and good look.
“My name is really George. I thought that you might know my name.”
He continued, “Or maybe the Universe has granted me a chance to start talking with you as you ordered Bloody George.”
A flirtatious but mysterious smile on his face, he looks confident.
*******
The phone rang. I was back to my reality from writing a novel from my fantasy. I answered the call. It was David.
“Douglas is dead.”
“What?!” I was shocked.
“He died of heart attack.”
“When did that happen?”
“It’s two weeks ago. When Douglas’ partner went home after work around 7:30 and he found Douglas lying on the floor.”
David continued: “He called the ambulance, but it appeared that Douglas had been dead for some time.”
“He seemed very healthy,” I was still shocked.
“Yes. I did not hear that he had any problem. Too much work pressure, I guess.”
Douglas and David were cousins. Douglas used to be my neighbor, and I met David in a bathhouse.
THREE YEARS AGO
It’s the first weekend after moving into my new condo. I did not plan to come to Toronto to live. Immigration was not under my plan at all. It seemed for rich people. It was at a friend’s suggestion that I applied for immigration to Canada. Deep inside my heart at that time, it’s a symbol of freedom, not just sexual freedom, but also mental health. In Taiwan, I did not have any gay friends that I could share my loneliness.
During my landing trip, I met Adam in a bathhouse and we started some sort of long-distance relationship, thanks to the Internet. Later on, I decided to come to Toronto because I felt I could be myself here. It was very hard for me staying in Taipei - endless lonely nights and blind dates with ladies. Although I had had a good career, I had reached a point that my life would need a change. I would need something more, not just career or money.
Before I finally arrived in Toronto, I had known I would break up with Adam. I knew I came for myself, not for anyone else.
The condo was nice, close to the subway and to the Village. It didn’t have a swimming pool, but it had a sauna. During the showing, the agent winked at me saying “It’s open concept.” He meant the shower area. The real estate agent was Adam’s friend.
*******
It’s 7:30 in the evening. I went downstairs to the sauna. No one else was there. Most people perhaps were still having dinner. I enjoyed the quiet moment, after a few days being busy with unpacking my stuff.
A moment later, I heard the opening of the door to the men’s room. With years of “training and practice,” I was very good at using my ears to detect this kind of things. Then there came in a nice looking man in his 40’s. We nodded to each other. I briefly introduced myself as a new neighbor. We chatted a little bit but not much.
The sauna was big. I stretched my body out on one end of the bench while he sat on the center. My body was sore. I hadn’t had a massage for a while.
I had no clue if this guy was gay or not. There was not a single hint. He looked decent and was definitely someone I would pursue in a bathhouse. But this was my new home and I had better behave. Chinese say “Rabbits don’t eat the grass by their own burrows.” Westerners say “Don’t shit where you eat.”
However, my curiosity surged, or so my desire after a few minutes.
“Can you help me stretch my body further?” I asked.
“How should I do it?” He didn’t seem to object.
There were two layers of the bench. I moved toward the lower one in front of him. I twisted my chest and arms and asked him to bend my arms further. He did.
Literally I sat in between his legs. I could see his manhood when I reached to the extreme. His manhood looked nice but calm. My body lightly touched his inner thighs. It might have been my fantasy that I could smell the aroma of his manliness. He helped me twist on both sides and I got a chance to see his manhood and touched his thighs a few times. He didn’t seem to mind the closeness of our body contact. I was thrilled but I did not lose my mind. Neither of us made any move.
After thanking him, I stood up. I felt good. I even could hear some cracking when being twisted.
I hoped for more but I couldn’t do anything further. I had social decency to maintain.
“See you around,” I said.
“Yup.” He nodded with a smile.
I had been there for a while and I felt a little dehydrated.
For the following week, I was busy with other stuff but I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I constantly thought of his face, his manhood and the scent of him. I wondered whether he wanted me too, or, his help was simply an act of kindness.
It’s Saturday again. I decided to go to the sauna around the same time. I probably would have the best chance to meet him again around that time. I thought if he showed up, it might be a sign that he was interested too.
I was right. He did show up. This time we had no problem in initiating conversations. We were in and out the sauna taking cold shower a few times.
I thanked him again for helping me stretch last week.
“I am glad that I was able to help.” He said.
“Can you do it for me again?”
“Sure.”
I moved to the lower bench in front of him as I did last week. Immediately I felt the warmth of his legs and inner thighs. I noticed that he was not only using his hands this time, but also his entire arms to help me. He almost surrounded me with his arms. When I twisted my body, I saw his manhood in front of me. I stayed in that position for a few prolonged seconds. Then I twisted to the other side, a few prolonged seconds as well. I felt myself closer to his manhood each time. It felt extremely intimate and erotic. A straight man wouldn’t allow me to be so physically close.
As my face was drawn close to his manhood, I also sensed his longing. His breathing intensified, his ab up and down. We kept this twist exercise for a few minutes, but it felt a long hour. My mind was mixed with joy, sensation, excitement, and some mysterious puzzles - what would this lead us to? Was he thinking the same thing?
We both were totally naked, even without towels on us. The stretching exercise started as very like professional chiropractic treatment, now turned out to be a little like light body strokes. It reminded me of the two leading men wresting in the movie “Women in Love.” We both did not hurry to move forward. More precisely, we both were afraid to make any step further.
I enjoyed the sensation. My body gently stroked his inner thighs. I leaned toward him between his legs and eventually my nose touched his manhood, but I moved my nose away quickly in case if my judgment was wrong. He did not seem to mind though. The next time when my nose touched his manhood, I smelled his aroma and gently pressed my nose on his manhood. He drew me closer, and my lips were on his thing. I felt his longing, unspoken but obvious. I turned around, saying:
“Would you like to come to my apartment?”
“I really can’t.”
I didn’t know if he had a wife, a lover, or he did not have enough time, but I was determined.
“Just a few minutes.”
He struggled a little. I could tell from his body language.
“OK. But we have to be quick.” His desire won.
We soon were in my bedroom. It did not take long that we both were naked on my king-sized bed. The air-conditioned room was definitely better than the heated sauna.
I licked his balls. His legs wide open, seemingly invited for more. My tongue circled his balls and got to the perineum. He moaned. I could tell that he had not had this kind of joy for a long long time.
He stroked his penis while I held his butt and licked his private part. He smelled good, a male aroma. I gently covered his balls with my mouth. His moaning was louder and louder. Luckily the room was far from the hallway and my condo was an end unit. No one could hear, I supposed.
He raised his head to look at me. His eyes were full of desire and appreciation at the same time. He seemed lost in the ocean of lust. I used my nose to give his perineum a light stoke and my thumb circled his anus. He got wild. His moaning went louder, and with a sudden eruption, he came all over my face.
I cleaned the mess with tissue, my face and his body. Then I lied down beside him.
“I have to go,” he said.
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.
“I haven’t cum yet.”
“I really have to go.”
He seemed hurry. I wondered if his wife or lover was waiting for him at home.
“Just a few more minutes, please.” How could I let my prey go easily?
“I don’t have too much time.”
“It will be quick.” I gave him some sort of assurance and I started stroking myself.
He did not say anything further and started caressing my waist then my legs. I felt in love just by looking at him. He was handsome and looked intelligent, with a gorgeous body.
Before long, I felt I was going to cum. I sat on him. I guided his hand to caress my balls. I reached the end line. My cum was all over his chest and ab, some even on his face. He gave me a teasing look as though he was protesting, while praising the long shot.
Soon after I wiped the mess, he sat up and said: “I really have to go.”
“Sure.” I did not engage any more social conversation with him. I knew he was in a hurry. After all, I appreciated his efforts to stay a little longer than he could.
After that encounter, I did not bump into him often, possibly once in the lobby, and the second time in the sauna while a third person was present.
In the meantime, I frequented two bathhouses in the village to try to meet with new men, or more precisely, I was looking for romance there.
Once I met a new guy, David, in a bathhouse. We became good friends. He told me that he had a cousin living in my building. Based on his description, I guessed it was Douglas but I was not completely sure.
The next time when I saw Douglas in the sauna, I mentioned David to him. Apparently David had told him about me. We sort of figured things out together.
“Wow, I have had sex with two people who are cousins.” The thought came to my mind. Although it was not a threesome, I still felt strange.
I suggested having sex again with Douglas but he said he would have not enough time. As he just arrived in the sauna and I had been there for some time, I was exhausted and was prepared to go.
On my way out, Douglas was taking shower. I looked at his body admiringly.
“See you around.” I said.
“See you around.”
I continued, “I bet that your lover doesn’t lick your perineum the way I did.”
“You are bad.” He jokingly replied with a big smile. I knew how torturing my statement was. I still remembered how he moaned.
*******
One evening, I entered the sauna. Douglas was there. He did not sweat. The temperature was not hot either. Apparently he just arrived not long ago.
We exchanged some words then we were back to enjoy our own quiet moments. I twisted my arms and my body. Then He complained about his busy work and his muscle pain on the lower back.
“I am very good at giving massage.” I offered to help.
“How do we do this?”
I gestured him to move toward his right. I started with his neck and shoulders.
“It’s really good. You can be a professional one.”
“If all clients are like you, I would be delighted.”
Upon finishing the shoulders, I used my left arm to hold his shoulders from the front and pushed my right hand onto his upper back.
He had a few sighs of relief.
“I couldn’t do very well on the lower back here. If you have time, I can do it for you in my place.”
Was it a fair judgment call or a bait?
“I don’t have time. It’s OK.” He did not take my bait.
“Maybe you can lie down here and let me try again.” I showed him the bench.
He followed. I guessed that he really needed a massage.
As promised, I started giving him a professional massage, from his shoulders, neck, and eventually to the lower back. From his moaning, I knew I hit the right spots. I used my right hand to push his lower back and my left arm to hold his upper chest up. That allowed me to give his lower back more pressure. In the meantime, our bodies were conjoined tightly. I could smell the scent of his body. I was very tempted to hold his body and rub myself against him, but I put him back to the bench.
I pushed a few more times on his lower back, then I moved my fingers to his butt. I did not ask for his permission but I felt I had his trust. He seemed to enjoy his butt being massaged. He slightly opened his legs. I took it as an invitation. I gently inserted my central finger into his butt crack. He responded with a move. It happened according to my plan. I knew he couldn’t resist.
He soon turned over and displayed his macho symbol. I grabbed his manhood and gave him a few strokes. In the sauna, we simply did not waste time. Time and privacy were scarce resources. There could appear a third person anytime so we had to seize the opportunity.
I invited him to use my leg. He did. After a few strokes, he pulled himself out and moved toward my head, then inserted his penis into my mouth.
“Are you safe?” He asked when he throbbed his penis in my mouth.
I nodded.
“Are you safe?”
I nodded again.
Judging the way he pumped himself into my mouth, I wondered when the last time he had had sex.
His manhood was very hard and tasted great. I had not had a cock in my mouth for a long while. I moved my mouth with his rhyme. In the meantime, I stroked myself with one hand, and the other holding his butt.
His moves became quicker and more violent. Then he pulled himself out and shot all over my face with a roar. At the same time I shot onto his butt.
With the cum on both of our bodies, we hugged then stepped out the sauna. That feeling was great. We took a shower then left without saying much further.
*******
After that occasion, we rarely met. I heard from David that he was busy and he moved out with his partner. They bought a condo not too far, but we never met again.
I wondered if David knew that I had sex with Douglas. We never spoke about that. But I supposed that Douglas knew about David with me.
It was a strange experience hearing someone’s death with whom I had sex before. He was my first neighbor with benefits in that building.
One morning, I woke up from a dream that Douglas was in. I was sucking his manhood. Chinese said: “It’s one night to a man, but a lifetime for a woman.” It elaborated my feeling toward Douglas.
Years later, in my dreams, Douglas was still pumping, pumping…
