The Naked Theatre

A Thursday evening, a little chilly, I walked on the Church Street, the epicentre of Toronto’s gay village. The street was not particularly busy. I looked around to try to spot any smiles. Although I had learned that not all smiles meant sex, they were still important first signs. Those naive days!  When I first arrived in the Village, I translated those smiles into sexual invitations. Those passers-by were merely friendly.

     I was on my way to the Buddies in Bad Times Theatre for the Naked Theatre, an event organized by a local gay nudist group. The interesting aspect of this event was the performers would have some clothes on while the audience was REQUIRED TO BE NAKED, except socks and shoes - for safety and hygiene purposes. I had been to many naked events and considered myself a naturalist, but the naked theatre would be something new to me.

     Upon arrival, there were about thirty to forty people there already, loosely lining up. Within seconds, I noticed the guy in front of me was really handsome. I got a feeling he was in the wrong place. He probably had no clue what this Naked Theatre really was about. The advertisement on the local magazines was vague, possibly on purpose, about the fact that the audience would be in the nude. I wondered how many would be mistakenly thinking that they would see a naked performance.

     The admission started in no time. From some distance, I could see a lady there patiently asking each guest to see if he or she was aware of the nature of this event. No one bowed out. Then it’s time for the guy in front of me. The lady asked:

     “Are you aware of the nature of the Naked Theatre?”

     The guy asked, “What does that mean?”

     The lady explained, “The audience will need to take off all the clothes except socks and shoes.”

     The guy heisted for a fraction of a second, then said, “Let me think about that.”

     “It’s not that difficult,” I said to him when he stepped aside.

     I was right. He was in the wrong place. Too bad, he looked quite juicy.

     I had attended a few naked events in Toronto. I knew the rules and procedures. Once getting in, I took off my clothes, putting everything into a plastic bag they gave to me. I put some money in my socks as usual. As I was about to check in my belongings, I saw that juicy guy who lined up in front of me now standing not too far from me, looking around with a plastic bag in hand. I felt a need to  be an ambassador to make him comfortable in the unfamiliar territory. Or as a more experienced fellow to mentor a nervous novice. He didn’t seem to have any experience of this type of naked events. I also wondered whether it was my comments that encouraged him to come in so I felt somewhat responsible to befriend him. Besides, I was really attracted to this guy.

     “It’s great that you’ve decided to join us.” I approached him naked with a smile. 

     “I decided to give it a try. Maybe it will be fun.”

     “I thinks so too. Although I have attended many naked events, I have never seen anything like this.”

     I explained to him about the rules and procedures of getting naked and checking in our bags. He thought it was brilliant to put some money in socks to buy drinks later. Our conversation carried on itself. I knew he was new to Toronto. His company sent him here. I treated him the way I would do in a social context, not in a way I usually would do in other naked events where I would be bold to  try to get a piece of meat. He didn’t mention his family. I didn’t ask. He didn’t probe my marital status either. In my own experience, straight people in Taiwan would simply ask “Are you married?” in the first 5 minutes. I didn’t know if they truly  wanted to know or simply had nothing else to talk about. Or more likely, it’s one way to figure out your status.

     I saw a few familiar faces. One of them had been hinting to get together with me some time but I had been always able to find a way to avoid closer contact. I nodded to greet them but I did not go to talk with them. I accompanied my protégé to find two seats together. We sat side by side, but I held myself not to touch his leg with mine, a trick I normally would do. There was no single hint that he might be gay. His blue eyes were penetrating, though, when chatting with me. He said he was glad to have someone like me talking with him so he felt at ease. He admitted he was a little nervous earlier. 

     Our conversation was halted when a guy came onto the stage, greeting the audience. He briefly mentioned about the nature of the event and a brief introduction to the two plays for this evening. Then the lights were off. And on again. A few performers started moving on the stage. It’s something about family struggles. It’s sort of boring, and the performers were fully clothed. Luckily I had the guy next to me. He made the boring play pleasantly bearable. 

     Finally the first part of the show was over. The lights were on. During the intermission, we sat in our seats and chatted as we did not see a place to buy drinks. We talked about the story briefly, then back to my story of immigrating to Canada. While chatting with him, I got a chance to have a close look at his body, moderately hairy chest, skin tanned seemingly just back from a vacation in a tropical place, and of course, his manhood, but I always quickly moved my eyes back to meet his. I constantly felt some sort of urge down there, so I placed my hands on top of my manhood.

     The second show was a much better one. Four guys wearing only towers on their waists. It’s about the behaviors and cultures in the bath houses. By this time I had had quite a few experiences in those places so I found the play true and funny. As time went by, I noticed that his leg accidentally touched mine a few times, but I wouldn’t dare to interpret that he was knocking at my door. Frankly, I thought he was straight. Eventually, our legs were sort of “connected” but I felt it was quite natural as I began feeling comfortable of this kind of closeness with him. At least, before the show ended, I would have a moment of joy, feeling connected to this guy, through legs to his heart. I knew it would be great to go to bed with him. It made me feel wonderful just touching his leg. On the other hand, I had to cover my thing with my hands from time to time so that the half erected one wouldn’t be seen. I feel in love.

     The show was about to be over. I had been thinking what I would do, just say goodbye, nice to meet you? I felt at least I would have to try to see this man again. Being rejected is better than never trying. Meanwhile, he looked so innocent. I somehow didn’t want to ruin a possible friendship. 

     The lights were on again. A guy came onto the stage to thank everyone’s participation. The remarks were brief. It’s time to go. As people started to leave their chairs, we both remained seated. Suddenly words came out of my mouth without thinking:

     “Maybe we can have coffee sometime.” Perhaps those words had been programmed in my brain for some time so that they just came out flawlessly.

     He had a smile in his face, “I was just about to ask you the same thing. How about tonight? You know, I came in because of you.” 

     He placed a hand on my leg. My manhood suddenly hardened. He came in for me! I saw desire in his eyes. “Sure. Where would you like to go? There are a few coffee shops on the street. Or you can come to my place too. My home is not far.” I placed my hand on his leg too. He smiled with a relief as my touch might ease his anxiety too.

     “My car is parked on the street. Why don’t we go to my place? It’s about 10-minute drive. I can take you home later.”

     “That sounds good to me.”

     My heart was pumping. I knew a feast was on the table.

     Within no time, we arrived his home. He drove his car into the driveway. This neighborhood had a few Victorian houses. His home was on the upper half of an house which was part of a row house. 

     After climbing to the second floor, I entered his living room. Wow, it’s a loft. I had a thing for loft living, high ceiling, exposed beams, and a lot of concrete surface. 

     “Welcome to my home. I just moved in last week.” 

     “I love your place. I always dream of living in a loft one day.”

     He made some tea while we further exchanged our background information. I glanced at his place. Red wall in the kitchen and natural bricks exposed in the living room, wooden furniture, a mix of modern and old. The place was not big but cozy. We had our tea, but we didn’t waste too much time in having our tea.

     “Now let me show you the bedroom.”

     Wow, the real show of the night is about to begin! I followed him.

     The bedroom was located in the upper floor, big enough to put a queen-sized bed, closets, and a desk for home office. The space was open. I could overlook the living room and the kitchen downstairs.

     We did not say anything further. We simply stood there, looking into each other’s eyes. Then we had our first hug, our cheeks touching each other’s. My manhood was awaken as I recalled how it felt touching his leg. We kissed lightly. He looked at me, eyes penetrating. I knew he liked me. I liked him too. 

     We undressed for each other. Finally we were naked in his bed. A dream came true. 

     “I am a little nervous. I am not really experienced,” he confessed as I was approaching him.

     “That’s fine. I just like to be with you,” I gave him some assurance.

     “I have a wife,” he said. Oh, how romantic!  I just started fantasizing if he could be a partner material.

     “We are separate now. I came out to her not long ago, and we decided to keep our marriage, for our kids, and for my career.”

     He furthered, “I am lucky. She understood.”

     “Yes, you are lucky. Not all married men come out to their wife with such a result.”

     I sealed our conversation with a kiss. This time, we had a French kiss. It’s a deep connection, to our naked hearts. My hands are all over him. I grabbed his meaty and juicy butt. He sighed. Perhaps he hadn’t had sex for a long time. He did not seem to be that novice, though, he responding to my touches skillfully, and eagerly too. He was gentle. We looked into each other’s eyes many times. He was really handsome, slightly overweight but not too much over, the skin tanned with some hair here and there.

     We explored each other just like two pigs (no pun intended here) trying to find truffles. Finally we both found our volcano-like release. I didn’t know about him, but it’s good for me. I had been in a troubled one-way relationship with Drew for some time. This helped me forget about that guy and possibly this might lead to something romantically.

     We stayed in bed for another while, caressing each other. It was getting late, and I really had to go. We agreed to meet another time.

     While getting dressed, I saw a few pictures on his desk. That’s him when he was younger with seemingly his wife and two children. The younger he looked like Rock Hudson, maybe with a few more pounds. Yes, he looks like Rock Hudson. No wonder I found him so attractive.

     “Has anyone told you that you look like Rock Hudson at his forties?”

     “Me? No way.” He looked at the pictures, saying “That was a good time in my life.”

     I did not want to further explore what he meant as time was getting late. He drove me home.

     We saw each other a few more times in the following months. He seemed to travel a lot so that we were not able to meet as often as we would like. In the meantime, I was very preoccupied with Drew. However, I began to learn more about him, his family, and his work over the course. One day, he seemed very upset. He told me his elder son was dying, due to cancer.

     “Can you imagine? He is only 25,” he said with tears in his eyes. 

I found no words to comfort him, but took his head into my chest. I wrapped my arms around his head. He cried.

     One day six months after we had met, I got a call from him. He asked to meet with me the coming Saturday. 

     He came to my place around five in the afternoon. He was passionate of making love to me, but I was reserved. I helped him reach his orgasm but I managed to stay cool. Drew had called earlier that he would like to see me later that evening and I wanted to keep my energy for Drew. I felt I could run a red-light district business. 

     We stayed in the bed for another while and he invited me to join dinner with him. We went to Byzantium for our drinks and supper. Over the dinner, he told me he was about to be transferred to  Calgary next month. It was a surprise. He didn’t seem to have much choice to say no to this assignment either. 

     After supper, holding his wine glass, he said, “It’s strange. I feel I could have you again.”

     “Are you serious?” Looking at his eyes, I knew he was not kidding.

     He nodded.

     “I am meeting a friend later tonight.” Finally the ugly truth had to be told.

     “I don’t understand you. Really, I don’t.”

     “But I do want to get naked with you again.” Sensing this might be our last time to see each other,   I offered to calm down his fire of desire.

     He smiled, slightly waving his head, but was delightfully accept my offer. I am definitely in the red -light district business.

     A few times I thought of calling him after he moved to Calgary to ask if he was alright, but I chickened out every time. Finally, I lost track of him, but not that innocent look in front of the Buddies in Bad Times.

The Neighbor

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. 

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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…

A Story without an End - Part 3 (the finale)

Visiting Hong Kong was a little out of blue. My company asked me to go to Hong Kong to do some research. I was very excited. I could be there for about ten days. He had expressed his interest in seeing me if one day I would visit Hong Kong.

I called him immediately.

Eric sounded very happy when he heard the news. I planned my trip to arrive on a Saturday morning. He said he would meet with me that afternoon.

Upon my arrival, I gave him a call. He said he couldn’t come to meet with me that day because he would have to go hiking with a few friends. He said he would meet with me the next day. Although I was disappointed but had to let him go. However, I wondered why he did not make the time for me as he knew my schedule.

The next morning I was waiting in my room for his call. He called around 11:00 and said he  was tied up and could not come to see me that day either. I forgot whether I sounded desperate but I was very frustrated. Another call, another promise, but I still had not got a chance to see him. This was a trip I planned for weeks. All the excitement had been built for this moment and suddenly I felt the purpose of the entire trip diminished. He said he would find some time to meet in the following days.

I had not been sleeping well since I arrived. I felt sad not able to see him. It’s not just about the sexual urge, but felt deeply hurt by someone I loved. For the following days, each day I had a few meetings with HK colleagues, but I felt I was not me. I could not concentrate on my work. I thought of him almost all the time. I made calls to him to see he would be able to meet. It was one disappointment after another. 

One night I called his home number, a man answered but it’s not him. I knew he had a maid but I did not know he had a man in his house. That was odd. He was not home. Later I did not ask who that man was but I was suspicious if he had a partner there. 

On Thursday afternoon, I made another call to his office. Again he said he could not meet me that night. I started questioning why he treated me that way. He said that our meeting was supposed to be very casual. I was really, really hurt. The past two years of casual encounters were more than casual. It was something so meaningful to me in the my lonely life in Taipei. Meeting him was like an oasis in the desert, little did I know it was merely a mirage.

That night I stepped out my room. I was very sad but at least it was the first night I felt free to go out instead of waiting for his calls in my room. 

I wandered on streets in the busy Causeway Bay area, occasionally going into different department stores. My mind was occupied by the thoughts about him. I still couldn’t figure out why he treated me like a piece of trash. 

I forgot how long I walked aimlessly on the street. Then I entered one of the department stores. Wandering floor by floor, I walked into the men’s socks area. Not long after, there I spotted a Western man in his 40’s, bearded, decent looking, not too far from where I was. Just like animal instinct, I moved slowly toward him, pretentiously like wandering around without a purpose. 

He was checking the price tags. I did too.

“Things are very expensive here,” I started the conversation.

“Yes, very much so,” he replied. 

We exchanged names and greetings.

“Are you here for business or sight-seeing?” I asked.

“For business, I will be here for a few more days.”

“I have been here for almost a week and I am going back to Taipei this coming Sunday.”

“I am from Zürich.”

“With colleagues?”

“No, just by myself.”

“Me too.”

“Do you have time for a drink?” I asked further.

“Sure, that would be great. It’s been business dinners everyday since I arrived. Not really having some time for pleasure.”

We walked out the department store trying to find a place for a drink but it was crowded everywhere. We chatted about where we stayed and our businesses along the way.

I said, “Do you mind coming to my room for the drink? It might be easier that way.”

“Where do you stay?” He sounded reluctantly.

“The Park Lane, just around the corner.” 

He nodded, “not too far.”

Not long afterwards we were in my room. I was a little nervous. On one side, I was eager to have an intimate contact with this guy. On the other side, I was still quite hurtful from Eric. 

Our chairs were nighty degree positioned. Our legs touched each other occasionally and loosely. It could be flirting, or it could be simply because there was not much space for our legs.

“Are you married?” I asked.

“No, never been interested in marriage.”

I forgot how I continued my probing but I did ask my typical qualifying question: “How do you find someone to have sex?”

“Maybe just like what you do.”

We both laughed. Our legs leaned against each other tighter, and at that moment, I knew I had caught a big fish. (or I had hit a jackpot.)

He quickly rubbed my upper leg and we exchanged a understanding smile. I said I would like to take a shower and he said he would like to join me.

The hot water was spreading all over our bodies. We kissed eagerly. He had a hairy body, slightly chubby or juicy type. My sadness and sorrow were gone. At this moment, all I had in my mind was my desire. Our kisses were long. We could feel the aroused manhood but we did not touch them with our hands. We rubbed our bodies against each other. We both held each other tightly. Something I longed for would not be let go easily. 

With some soap on his manhood, I put it in between my legs then moved back and forth. I liked to feel it between my legs. He moaned.

He gradually lowered his head to kiss my neck, my nipples, gently and thoroughly. I was so turned on. Then he used his nose to play with my manhood and licked my balls. I caressed his head thankfully. He not only took away my week-long sadness away, but also fulfilled my sexual desire so nicely. I bent down to rub his back when he was sucking my manhood. Then we both lied down on the tub. We continued kissing each other like lovers. I loved his butt, rounded with meat.

The tub was, after all, a little tight even for two passionate bodies intertwined together. We dried ourselves and moved to the bedroom. 

We lied on our sides with one of my legs arched. His hand touched my thigh gently and eventually the perineum. I kissed him passionately to show my gratification. He seemed to know my needs very well. I started doing the same thing to him and I could see how he enjoyed it too. 

I kissed his butt, the balls, then my mouth took in his manhood. He took mine too. It felt so good to give and receive at the same time. Without words, we communicated our passion and something I couldn’t quite know what it was, but there was something in it.

We changed a few more positions and we ended up erupting in each other’s mouth, around the same time. That made it even more special.

After the excitement, we sat on the chairs to talk further. I told him about my drama with Eric. He was a good listener, not opinionated, but offered some feedback from time to time. 

After talking with him, my anxiety, sorrow, and whatever bad emotion I might have disappeared. The sexual healing helped. But I knew it was more because I finally was able to share my story.

That night was the first night I slept well since my arrival in Hong Kong. And from that night, somehow Zürich registered a place in my mind map, or my men map.

We exchanged a few letters afterwards then we lost contact. 

As to Eric, I never heard from him after that call on Thursday. I still thought of him from time to time, but never got the courage to contact him. Years later, searching someone on the Internet became easier than in early 1990’s. One day I found him working for a California winery. For a moment, I had that temptation to contact him, but I did not initiate that contact. 

Sometimes I wondered why I had that temptation to contact him. Was it as simple as saying hi to an old friend? Or was I looking for a closure? To me it seemed a story without an end. Or did the story end in that Hong Kong trip without my willingness to admit?

A Story without an End - Part 2

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?”

“Who would give it?” He questioned in an eager tone as he turned his head toward me.

“Those massage parlors on the street,” I replied.

He looked relieved, with a hint of smile. 

“How much?” he asked.

“Around $3,000 NT.” I answered.

“Save the money.” He sort of disapproved my idea.

We sat there for another minute or two without exchanging a word. My mind was puzzled and I did not know what I was thinking. Words erupted from my mouth:

“Do you believe that two men can give each other a massage without having sex?” I was surprised that I had made that long statement without any interruption and hesitation.

“Sure, why don’t we do it now?” His eyes brightened and he seemed very pleased with the idea.

He stood up. I followed. We started to unbutton our shirts.

I asked: “Do you mind if I take off all my clothes?”

He jokingly replied” “You have to.”

I was nervous, and I felt my body trembling. Very soon I took off all my clothes, lying on the bed facing down. I could hear that he was still undressing himself. I turned my eyes to look at him. He just took off his underwear, and was about to take off his underpants. He was really good looking. My heart was pumping. 

The bed was so comfortable and it smelled good. After the hot spring bath, I hadn’t sweated at all and I felt very clean. I very much enjoyed the moment.

He now was naked and came to the bed next to me. I buried my head in the pillows. His hands touched my back. I was trembling. He did not say a word, just rubbing my back gently. I extended my hand and stopped when I touched his leg. He continued rubbing my back and gradually my lower back. The emotion was intense. I started moving my hand around to feel him. He lowered his hands to caress my butt. It was so sensual that I could not recall the last time I had such an experience.

I raised my upper half and turned my head to look at him. He looked at me too. His manhood was totally aroused. The light was on. I could see clearly how beautiful his body was, moderately hairy and excellent body shape. It felt different now as opposed to earlier today in the hot springs. Perhaps it was something in the air - romantic and sexual at the same time. 

I turned around, lying on bed looking at him. He lowered his body on top of me. He rubbed his manhood against my abs. I held him tightly. This was the moment I had been dreaming for more than a week. He then inserted his manhood in between my legs next to my balls. It was dry. We did not put any lubricant but he didn’t seem to mind. He was in and out vigorously. He moaned, louder and louder. I was wondering whether people in the hallway would hear his moaning. It didn’t take long that we both reached climax.  

Neither of us explored what we had been thinking in the past week. Why hadn’t we moved forward faster. We could have lost the opportunity of this intimate moment.

We did not meet again before he went back to Hong Kong two days later. I did not know his phone number there. He said he would call me if he would come to Taipei one day.

Time passed by. I thought of him from time to time. After a few months, I stopped hoping, but deep inside, I knew I was longing for being with him again.

* * *

One day as I was working on a proposal, my desk phone rang. I picked it up. 

“Is that Robert?” It’s him. I still remembered his voice.

“Yes it is. Is it Eric?” I asked, to be sure.

“Hi, how are you?”

“I am fine. How are you?”

“Listen. I am arriving Taipei this afternoon. I would like to see you tonight if you are available.

“Sure,” I answered without hesitation.

“May I see you around 9 at Hyatt?”

“Sure, I will be there.”

The rest of the work day seemed so delightful. In the meantime, I tried not to show my cheerfulness so that colleagues would not detect what was going on.

* * *

Ten to nine in the evening, I arrived at the Hyatt’s lobby. I wandered around and at 9:00, I used the house phone to call his room. No one answered. Perhaps he was not back yet, I thought. I sat on a couch facing the main entrance. Whenever there came a limo or a taxi, I looked to see if it was him. 

Minute after minute, there was still no sight of him. I called his room again and again without success. One hour passed, I wondered whether I should leave or not. Each time, I gave myself ten more minutes. I told myself if he did not show up in ten minutes, I would go. Each time as time was up, I gave myself another ten minutes.

By eleven, I was exhausted, mentally. I decided to go. Walked a few steps, I turned my head around, hoping to see him coming in.  Then I gave myself a final ten minutes. 

The final ten minutes passed. I felt I really needed to go. I stood up preparing to leave, then I saw him walking into the lobby. He looked tired. 

“Sorry for being so late. I was tied up with my colleagues, and I couldn’t leave earlier. They were so hospitable. I couldn’t find any excuse to leave.” He apologized.

“I understand. That’s typical here. They feel they need to entertain you this way.” I replied.

We arrived in his room. He ordered some tea. After tea, he looked more refreshed. We took turn to have shower. I held him naked on the bed. All the waiting was worthwhile.

* * *

The next time he came to Taipei was a few months later. This time I met him on a Saturday evening. Earlier that day, I had a trip to Kaohsiung, a major city in Southern Taiwan. I thought of lying to my parents that I would stay in Kaohsiung for one night. I wondered whether I could spend a night with Eric. As I was not sure whether that would happen, I didn’t say a word to my parents.

That night, after having sex, he seemed to be in a good mood. He said:

“You were wild tonight.” He used finger to touch my nose.

I smiled. 

“Please stay with me tonight.” He continued.

I was so delighted that he asked. We never spent a night together.

“I would love to but I couldn’t. I never stayed overnight outside. I don’t want my parents to know that I sleep with someone.” I offered my reasoning.

“Be a good boy. Pretend nothing happening...”

He invited me to go to Hong Kong to visit him. I said I would. Before I finally visited Hong Kong, we met once or twice more.

*          *          *

One day I got a call from him.

“Robert, I’ll have some work in Taipei next week. This time, I would like to arrive on Friday so that I could spend the weekend with you.”

“Sure, let me know your flight information, and I will go to the airport to pick you up.”

It’s something I had been waiting. I had been longing for spending a weekend with him. I had my own apartment now so that I could spend nights with the men I encountered without having to go back to my parents’ home.

A few days later, I got another call from him.

“Robert, I won’t be there until Sunday night. I am tied up with a few things here. I could only get there late Sunday afternoon.”

“That will be fine. Just let me know when you have your flight booking done.” Although I was disappointed, I believed that I did not show it on my voice.

On the coming Sunday, I prepared the dinner stuff. I would like him to see my place and I would like to cook a dinner for him. I also put a suit in the trunk of my car. He had invited me to stay overnight with him in the hotel. I could go to the office directly on Monday.

I drove to the airport to meet him. As I pulled into the arrivals terminal, I saw him immediately.

We shook hands, hoping that we would be seen as business associates. Then we got into the car, heading for my home. 

“Have you been waiting for long?” I asked.

“No, just about five minutes.”

I told him my plan - having the dinner in my place, then go to his hotel.

While cooking, I asked if he would like to have a shower. He pleasantly agreed. I said I would give him a shower later.

Not long after, I heard him calling me. Apparently he finished the shower. I rushed to find a clean towel then I knocked the door and entered. He stood naked outside the tub. Looking at him and his hairy body made me very sexually vulnerable. I couldn’t help myself touching his hairy chest, after a long period of hoping for this moment.

I said: “I couldn’t wait any longer.” 

He gave me a look seducing me to go to bed now. 

“Let me turn off the stove.”

Before long, we were naked in my bed. We caressed each other tightly. We both were very aroused. I was so attracted to him. He was possibly my first love. Love-making with him made me forget about endless loneliness in Taipei. That was an era without Internet. Those brief encounters were my moment of sexual reality. With him, it was more than just a brief encounter. We had met a few times. We got to know each other, emotionally and physically. Every time when his manhood hit the heart of my bottom - my perineum, I felt his love. He always called me “Robert Baby” during love-making. That further solidified my feeling of love for him.

After the sexual storm was over, we rested a little while. He fell asleep. I looked at him, my arm touching his, feeling that we were connected, physically and mentally. I didn’t do anything else, just admiring him.

Later that evening on the way to the hotel, He said:

“Robert, I have a few things to do tonight before the work starts tomorrow. Maybe you just drop me off at the hotel. I will give you a call if I have time to see you before leaving.”

I was disappointed but I did not try to turn his decision around. I could sense his determination to stay alone tonight. “I shouldn’t have had sex with him earlier. Now I ruined my opportunity to stay overnight with him.” An inner voice surfaced.

I didn’t get a call from him before he left.

*          *          *

Visiting Hong Kong was a little out of blue. My company asked me to go to Hong Kong to do some research. I was very excited. I could be there for about ten days. He had expressed his interest in seeing me if one day I would visit Hong Kong.

I called him immediately.

--- To be continued---