Sex Diary - 30th May 2020

:emoji_high_brightness: Fit Runner (late thirties, gay bathhouse) Round II

So he'd been the last shag of January this year. We're facebook friends, so it's easy enough to stay in touch. We'd made a plan to meet at the sauna, but he was feeling tired so we started at the bar first so he could down a few cocktails and get his motor going. He's a curious chap - will just walk right across the bar and greet a random dude sitting alone.

Did I ever mention Auckland is small (even at 1.6 million)? Who should walk through the front door other than the nineteen year old whose dick I sucked the night before. Haha. I gave him a casual wave, but as he'd come with a friend I thought I'd spare him the "How do you know that guy?" question his friend might ask him. The teen took a high table with stools in the corner, and I only made brief eye contact with him after that. At one point he was at the bar buying a drink with a nicely dressed man. That's good. He deserves good experiences.

At first I told my mate I would just have a diet lemonade. But he was emphatically engaged in alcohol consumption and wanted me to partake also. I took a G&T, and even had one third of a second one, which I made him finish after he'd downed his third cocktail. There's a lot of road works around K Rd, so the route to the sauna involved some back-and-forth through metal partitions.

Up the stairs. Pay, and do your Covid contact tracing sign-in, and I got my key and in through the door. After a step or two you're in the locker room proper. I got naked, wrapped towel around me. He went to the douching shower and I went in the other direction to the regular toilet to have a piss. The venue was warm and a bit larger than I pictured in my mind. The layout had a suitably labyrinthine shape. We went up the stairs and chose between the higher-ceilinged sex shed from the one with the lower ceiling and a ceiling mirror.

I tend to be very sensitive to the sensory environment I'm in (and I interrupt this point because earlier in the evening his breath smelled vaguely of vomit, he'd done a very fast run in the afternoon so perhaps had turned his lunch about. At least he left the douching shower with a mouthwash fresh breath now), so being in an odd setting meant it took a few minutes longer to get my erection to sprout. My friend is very lithe. We stood and kissed and played with each other's cocks and sucked each other a little. He put lubed my cock and his hole, put one knee up on the padded bed and I entered him.

I don't know why, whether its amyl or pot or just biology - but he has quite a loose feel. We fucked in about five different positions. He left for a piss somewhere in the middle of this. The stall door opened an inch as someone looked in, but I paid this no attention. He talked to me about getting a third involved in our sex. I really didn't have a problem with the idea, but I didn't want to interrupt fucking now did I? Slightly an easier problematic for a bottom who doesn't need to maintain a boner for pleasure.

Eventually he lay flat on his belly, which is the No. 1 easiest position for me to cum in. So I thrust away and came in his butt. I stayed inside him for seven odd minutes more, just holding each other, breathing and very gently thrusting.

He murmured something about possibly catching feelings for me. Which is an odd expression for such a lascivious locale - I mean I had offered to just meet him at his flat but he wanted the public and impersonal place to have sex. Earlier in our conversation he tried to talk about our connection but his words were imprecise, "We have a rapport" I gave him And he agreed. Then I lay on him and he fell asleep, while I pondered the implications of what he'd said. Later on he said, "Yes, I think I've found my new lover". Was this just the alcohol?

I have a broken heart still. And my energy is very selfishly diverted to my PhD. He's text me to say we should fuck again soon. But I am hesitant to inflame feelings within a man.

He took me to the showers and some old guy smiled as he left saying something imperceptible. I washed my dick and lower body. My friend pointed me to various parts of the sauna, but I really don't recall left from right or up from down at this point. He asked me if would stay at his place, but I had borrowed a car to get there and said I better not. I dressed. He said he was going to stay and watch a movie there (I really couldn't identify what was playing, a recognisable actor but very bad special effects, some sci fi action flick).

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I'm just reading your blog, after moments ago watching a film 'A Moment in the Reeds,' where a scene is set in a sauna
'Saunas, saunas everywhere and all the boys did sweat...'
 
@cantakeall Oh nice, I should check it out. There was really not more than a dozen men across the entire place. The only extra cock I even saw was the old dude in the shower. Quite sedate.
 
film a moment in the reeds - Google Search
A bit slow, artistic, homo-angst, atmospheric, indie film with lovely, romantic & poetic 'moment(s).' .Handsome characters each longing for love. Oh, the baggage of being a gay man in a straight world is universal.Sauna scene is in a tiny, two-man sauna, not a commercial labyrinthine. Just struck me as a coincidence that saunas turned up 'twice' in situations seemingly unrelated. My belief that there are, 'no coincidences,' jolted me to further ponder the why?
 

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