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I was chatting with a guy on Grindr tonight who suggested I meet up with him for a workout date at a nearby gym, including some time in the sauna after. This guy was really hot—dark and scruffy type—and seemed to want more than just a hookup, so I decided to meet him and give it a shot.

This gym has a reputation for being even cruisier than the one I normally frequent, and during my workout I could see why; the scenery was sure top-notch! We actually did do a bit of a workout and chatted on and off while we did our separate things, until we decided to wrap it up and go in for a steam.

I wanted to have a quick rinse before going into the sauna. This guy was ballsy enough to follow me right into the private stall, not giving a damn for who might see, which was really exciting. Usually that’s a bit beyond my comfort zone (I like to keep my exhibitionism to audiences that I know are willing, and the standard locker room crowd usually doesn’t fall under that category) but this guy was hot enough and the gym cruisy enough that I had to let him.

The sauna itself was much much smaller than at my usual gym, only seating three. There was a young black guy in there already, so we sat beside him. Almost right away I got the sense that the black guy would fall into the “willing” category, but equally quickly an older guy came in who did not. Older guy stood against the wall facing perpendicular to the bench with the three of us on it; black guy to my left, hot guy I came with to my right. The black guy was pretty obviously playing with himself and getting hard, I think knowing that he was outside the older guy’s peripheral vision. Maybe I’m just more conservative but I didn’t think I was safe, so I just watched a bit out of the corner of my eye.

He wasn’t the guy I came here for anyway. My guy wasn’t into the other, so we took a break and tried out the steam room. This was much larger, and empty. I wasn’t very hot and steamy in there (yet) so popular generally not as popular as the sauna despite the space. Immediately the guy and I start making out, before even sitting down. He steps up onto the first bench, drops his towel, and lets me start sucking him off.

He sits on the top bench along one side near the corner and I take a spot on the next level down 90 degrees to him, so his cock is at eye level. He leans down and starts making out with me, and I’m rubbing his chest and legs, taking it all in. When I go to suck him off, he doesn’t let me get my hands on it, just my mouth. The way he shoved my hand aside each time was a really subtle way of putting me in my place that I really got off on.

After a few minutes we hear someone coming in, so I pull off, and he stumbles a bit pretending like nothing is going on. I’m sure we wouldn’t have fooled nobody, but it was the same black guy from the sauna anyway. I look over to my guy to see if he’s ok with continuing. I get a nod and an eyebrow raise, so I move back to sucking him off with the new guy watching.

Now I’m getting really turned on, sucking off this guy in the steam room with an audience. Soon his hands are on me too, jerking me off as I keep sucking. Eventually I pulled his hand off, which I think he may have taken as a sign that I just wanted him to watch, when really it was just because I was getting too close.

Then my guy leaned back over towards me and started reaching between my legs. In our original Grindr conversation he said he wanted to fuck me in the sauna, and even though I had said I probably wouldn’t be up for that the first time meeting him, I opened up a bit and let him get access to start fingering me.

I wanted to either stand up or move to the upper bench and raise my legs for him, but as he’s pushing his fingers into me we hear some of the staff in the locker room, and realize that they’re telling people the gym is about 10 minutes from closing. Part of me was thinking that means we need to step it up a notch and get ourselves off before they close, while the other (more practical) part realized that it was only a matter of minutes before someone checked to see if there was anybody still in the steam room.

Listening to that latter part, we got ourselves together and went to the showers. I went to the far end of the two rows of shower stalls to an empty one and again the guy I’m with follows me in and shuts the door. Fuck, this guy has balls! We start making out, and then he spins me around, bends down, and starts rimming me. This guy, I thought, is probably going to fuck me, right here, right now.

As hot as that sounded to me, and as much as I want to do something like that, I pulled him up and said I didn’t want anybody to see that there were two people in here.

“Nobody cares,” he said.

“Still…”

Maybe that was a pussy move. I won’t lie and say I wonder what might have happened if I didn’t stop things when I did. He went to his own stall after that, and the rest of the locker room experience was pretty much normal. With more making out and light jerking off, but mostly normal. I’m hoping we can workout again together soon!

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Let me clarify one thing: only cumming 12 times does not imply that I’m only going to have sex 12 times.

When I got back to Toronto, a friend invited me to join him at Steamworks, you know, for the soothing hot water in the baths. Totally G rated.

Despite having spent two weeks out of town, horned out of my mind most of that time, and really craving a lot of action, I knew going in that after just flying across the country and hauling my luggage around on public transit, I wasn’t going to be up for very much.

My friend and I hung out for a bit chatting in the hot tub, and wandered around a bit together, but eventually started taking little side trips on our own to see what was up.

Cruising the baths is always sort of strange. Walking around the halls there were some of the usual sights: other guys making laps, some standing at the end of a hall watching others going by, doors open with asses pointed out looking to be filled, and some guys sitting on beds jacking off. Every once in a while all these disparate bodies would clump together as something interesting was happening almost like a bunch of ants on a caterpillar. What a flattering comparison, eh?

Of course I can’t judge…. I admit I was the caterpillar once or twice that night.

In one of the dark rooms I was felt a couple hands on me as I felt my way through the hall. Looking back I saw two guys, one latino one black, both good looking, and both already stroking. I stepped back into a corner and got on my knees, switching back and forth between the two. The black guy had a huge cock, but the kind that always seems too big and thick to actually get hard. The other guy was hard, but seemed more interested in watching me suck the black guy. This was one of the times where there were half a dozen other guys behind them watching and clogging the hallway. I decided I wasn’t really into it, stood up, and left, leaving the ants to scatter.

Later in the steam room, I sat on a bench, towel open, playing with myself a bit. Another guy, taller than me and tough-guy looking, probably late 30s, sat opposite me one level higher. Of course, I watched him jacking off and eventually made eye contact. He stood, and with his cock about a foot in front of my face I knew what to do. He didn’t last long, and after only a minute I felt him push my head off and heard the sounds of cum hitting the floor.

I circled back to the dark room again and just loitered there a bit. There was a really cute white guy who was obviously very shy and not sure what to do. I kept looking his way and like a ninja cat he kept coming a little closer. I think he wanted physical contact more than anything, and held one arm around me tight face to face while the other went reaching under my towel. We jerked each other off for a while like that. Later, when he came, he was holding my head tight and made me swallow every drop. After he stood in a daze like he was completely exhausted and couldn’t move. I gave him a hug, said thanks and told him to have a good night, and went on my way.

At one point wandering around the halls, I passed a room with a guy in hockey gear—helmet, shoulder pads, elbow pads, jock, gloves, shin pads—jerking off. I was intrigued so I went in to see what was up. He was very verbal and very into the hockey thing. “Yeah suck that hockey player cock! You like hockey player cock!? I’m a fucking maple leafs player, suck that hockey cock!” Yeah, that was enough. I said “ok, thanks, see you around” and left. I mean really, say “hockey cock” ten times fast and tell me you’re still turned on.

These encounters were all happening between bouts of wandering the halls, sitting watching some porn, and just chilling in the hot tub, so by now I was actually pretty bored and thinking I was ready to go. Going for one last wander, I saw a buff young asian guy going into the dark room and decided to follow him in. He seemed interested, so I went up to him and we started groping each other a bit. He had a really nice cock, probably 7″, nice consistent girth but not too thick, and a nice curve upward. I sucked him off a bit but he was very non-reactive, just standing there. I stood up and looked at him, still holding his cock, wondering if he was going to actually do anything. After a second he said “Want to take a break?” and not really sure whether he was suggesting or asking, figured it wasn’t going anywhere so said “sure”, and wandered off.

After that, I decided I was done, got dressed, and headed home. Despite having half a dozen cocks in my mouth, I’d still say nothing much exciting happened. All sort of “testing the waters” blowjobs that didn’t go anywhere (even though two guys came). Dogs sniff asses to get to know each other, I guess I suck cocks for the same reason.

By the way, it occurs to me that writing this in only my first week of blogging may give the impression that I’m trolling bathhouses every week. Really on average I tend to go no more than once or twice a year, since these kinds of nights are often duds. The hot tub is nice, though.

Written January 7th

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