Oh, the lies people tell.

When someone in the steam room or sauna touches your skin, caresses your back, and fondles your penis to erection, do not believe them when they say, "I am not good at giving head."

Chances are they're just playing lazy. Operative word - lazy.

One such morning not so long ago, I began mild folly with this Asian old guy from the gym. He woukd be about 5'6 with tired eyes embraced by crow's feet. He had an air of Malaysian about him, or Vietnamese. It wasn't until a few encounters down the line when he finally spoke. He had an accent and it wasn't pretty. He could even be a local from some province which gave him the thick accent as he spoke. Our play was limited to fondling and jerking off together. After all, he refuses to give me head.

This was fine by me, after all, I don't impose. I just put it in the assumption that he just doesn't want to or he doesn't give mead at all. You know, tripper mentality. So we left it at that. Minor folly.

Some days ago, I saw him enter the sauna as I stepped out of the shower to head there myself. He sat at the seat at the edge of the hidden part of the room. No one from outside would see him or make out who he is at most. I got in and sat by the door. We were on the same side. He inched closer to me with a slide and I was surprised when his arms hugged me from behind and his head leaned in allowing his nose to list over my after-workout scent. He worked his way to my erection and began to let his fingers frolic along the skin of my thighs. His lips planted whispers of lust by my shoulders. I move aside a bit, he oulled his arms back and I leaned my back against the rest. He kept me hard. I slouched and nodded towards my penis.

"I don't know how to give head." he whimpered.

"Just put it in your mouth." I said.

He paused but left his hands slide up and down. Up and down. Up and down. He bent forward. His face a lick away from my horniness.

"I'm not good." he pressed on.

I shoved my penis towards his mouth and an automatic open was his response. From there I knew he was lying. He was actually gave me one of the best blowjobs I've had from the lockers. He wasn't a good liar, but he was very good at head. My cum swung underneath his chin as it dribbled from his lower lip.

"What time's work?" he asked.

"Nine."

We both had about half an hour left to clean up and travel.

Good blowjob. Good morning.

Beat it.

Every now and then, a little "me" time is all that we need. I have this rule that I don't entertain work related calls before 9am. I get back to my people when the work clock starts ticking simply because all the time before 9am is my time. The only exception is if it's a super work emergency, my boss calling, or my bigger boss (read: president) calling. From the moment I wake up till 8.59.59am, it's all my "me" time. But that's not the "me" time I wanted to discuss. I am talking about "me" time in terms of self-help and autoerotic. Masturbation. A lot of love runs through this body, and every now and then, good old lovin' from myself is a welcome effect.

Let me tell you a touching tale of this boy, an empty steam room, and some liquid soap. He had a very happy ending.

Here's another touching tale just last Monday. Despite being down with the flu, he was able to muster bouts of strength to masturbate six times. And each round was a success.

Seriously though, masturbation is over-ratedly underrated. It's the most fun sexual activity you can have where you control everything and there's completely no drama whatsoever. Well, unless you're a schizo and have issues with your other selves, then maybe a wee bit of drama will be there. But that's a very special case. Right? As I was saying, masturbation lets you explore your sexual wirings. You can learn so much about your drives given a few hours of touching. You can find your good spots, places where you wanna be handled next time someone else handles you. You can also find the rhythms you can thrive on. Call it practice runs for quickies or marathons. You know, so the next sexual sporting event you undertake won't catch you off-guard.

Masturbation is really getting to know yourself and learning about the parts of you that don't talk or that no one talks about. Be it a quick one or a joyride along some great porn download you're watching, it's really all about you and about the love you're willing to show yourself. There's no way you could get yourself hurt. Unless that's what you want.

So slap on some lube and show your tool some lovin'.

I just did.

Bedfellow.

Sex in the bedroom, particularly on the bed, is still something I hold with great regard. Being given the chance to share someone's bed for an all-nighter or even just an afternoon spooning is a great honor for me. There's a certain sense of trust that is expressed once you lie vulnerable on someone's sheets. It's a deadly kind of intimacy that's a line I don't mind crossing.

Bed sex is a treat because one, it's a great break from all the locker room action and for once, lying down becomes a comfortable option for a position. Two, it reminds me of the moments I miss when I was coupled up, namely experiencing a short run with intimacy as mentioned above. Three, it's a bed, hence a nap after the climax would be more than okay. Provided you have the time for it of course. Post-coital rest is always a welcome detail for me.

Couple invited me over for a repeat. From last week's episode, the doctor's lover asked me to spend the night with them on their bed moments after we reached orgasms. As I closed my eyes, a warm smile filled my chest and I caught my breath. By 3am, I decided to get up, wash up, dress up, and go. I didn't want to intrude or overstay my welcome. This time however, after meeting up for drinks, I felt a surge of weakness hit me inside the moment we reached their place. I popped some paracetamol and proceeded to make good use of the fever that began to heat up my skin. Our skin. We started pretty late and about an hour of ceaseless foreplay, we found ourselves breathing on top of each other. Heavy breaths. The lover was concerned with my rising temperature. "You should rest now and seriously spend the night here." Eyes closed and without a care in the world, I smiled and let four hours drift away.

I stayed by the edge of the bed since I didn't want to get in their way. Later on though I awake right in between their arms, legs, and kisses. My fever was gone. The sun was up. We finished what we started at the end of the night. On the bed. On their bed. On our bed.

The sheets have to be changed now.

Let's play a game!

The last man standing is a concept the sauna is no stranger to. Depending on how horny one is, how discreet one wishes to stay and how much heat one can really stand, it's actually a fun waiting game if you're lucky enough to win the climax. On one such occasion, I found myself facing off against a known player. Sure, fooled around with him once or twice. But this time, we were both after different game. Plus he isn't much of a looker. But we're friendly/honest like that. So what's a little competition among friends? Right.

So. Men, boys, trippers, paranoia-bearers came and went. Like literally went in, but didn't last past 15 minutes nor ejaculate (at least with us). My friend and I cycled cool downs every few minutes. We've had very good training. At some point, he'd stand and park himself by the hidden corner just outside the sauna shaking off the heat. I don't fancy doing that. Sorta blows my cover. What I do is linger in the shower stall, water in full blast, but I stand a safe distance from it, lest I be a prune. When I do this, I keep the door a little tease open. So I can keep tabs on the field.

Right at the moment when I peeked, I caught glimpse of a beautifully chiseled back. Gorgeous. And he went straight for the sauna. And I wasn't there. Fuck. So I calmly shut the shower and fluffed my ass up with the towel. Let's just say that my friend is also a high level game player. I got a bit worried. But despite arriving to them fondling hard-ons, I know it was still all fair game.

I sat right across them. Watching them as they stroked. Friend's eyes were convincing Mr. Back to look at him. All he gave him was a hand in beating motion. And all he gave me was a gaze as I began to fondle a tower rising underneath my towel. Friend noticed. He looked at me and looked down at my feet which was now entangled with Mr. Back's. Then he looked at me and smiled.

Mr. Back leaned forward towards me. Friend put Mr. Back's hand aside, stood up and locked his towel around his waist. He gave me a nod and he stepped out of the sauna. I smile back and as soon as he was out, I took his seat, right beside Mr. Back. He grabbed my left hand and held my fingers against his face. Slowly he began to suck almost each one. Then he stroked me. I stroked him. I leaned over a kiss away form his cheek. I looked my way. And all we had between us were breaths. Door opens. Friend walks in and join the rhythm of our hands. One by one, we came. And one by one we step out. Once you know your restrictions, parameters, limits, you have no idea how much fun you can have with semi strangers in the lockers. In the end, all three of us, Mr. Back, friend, and myself were winners.

Back at my locker, it was a pleasant bit to learn the Mr. Back's locker was right beside mine. He was just about to start working out and I was just about to start my workday. Without uttering words, we exchanged smiles as we readied with impeccable pacing. By the time we were ready, he offered to shake my hand. I gave it to him and he gave me a firm shake. Then he pulled it just under his chest and he bent over to kiss it. Then off he went.

Friend saw what had happened from his corner. Gave me a smile. I grabbed my bag, walked by him and gave him a low five. Because we're cool like that.

One night. Two rounds. Threesome.

Do you really wanna know the details?

Someone called the doctor?

Whenever I meet a cute/hot gay doctor, I always get the urge to say "I need a physical." or "Mind conducting a digital rectal examination for me?" or even "Would you like to feel my coughing?" There are a lot more of those, but I restrain myself in doing so. Because even if the flirt at the back of my head thinks it'd work, I wouldn't run the risk of possibly embarrassing myself to a potential life mate. Yes. I do feel a particular need to be romantically involved with a doctor for the long run. Well, primarily because of the medical perks. Living in a third world country, medical perks are a big go-go. Top of my list are dermatologists and cosmetic surgeons. Till they find me the fountain of youth, I'd let them work on me anytime.

And every once in a few wily messages, I'd get to flirt with a doctor who knows how to flirt back with someone like me. Today, I met one such doctor. On Grindr, no less. Goodness, I remember the days when the only people on it were from HK and SG. Despite the reality that there are a lot of ugly iPhone users, I think Grindr deserves to win some app award. Okay, going back to Mr. Doctor...

We began messaging last night. He sent me an innocent "hi". I decided not to be cocky (because I usually am, and if you know me, you'd know I have every right to be very cocky) and just asked for some photos. Cute. My type actually. He asked for more of mine. I only had one from two years ago. "a bit chunky" I said. "Chunky is fine. :-)" he replied. So I sent him the photo. He made me smile when he said "cute. :-)"

We had a bit of conversation after which eventually led him to asking me if I was up for no-strings-attached fun. "Hot guy like you? No strings? Why?" I had to ask. "I don't like the drama relationships bring." At that point I knew he was my kind of guy. The conversation went on until I saw him go offline. For the record, he did utter "I find you very interesting" before he went logged off. It led me to think that this was one doctor who knew how to play the game really well. So I slept through it. The next day should know how to deal with him.

"Good morning." waited for me in my Grindr chat with him. I was wrong. Could it be that this guy is genuinely interested in lil ol' me? The day proceeded with us Grindr chatting. Grindring. I was already in the office when he sent me a location notification. He was headed near where I worked. Lunch with colleagues. How convenient. "Wanna have coffee after?" Then he gives me his digits. And it was set.

Honestly, I was excited as hell.

Lunch happened for us both, so let's fast forward to the coffee. I was there before him so I got my regular caffein concoction and a seat with a good view of the coming and going strangers. He sends me a text saying that he was now walking towards the coffee shop. And before I knew it, I see a familiar smile. His photos were real. He stood by me, gave me a firm handshake and sat down across me. I had such a good view. And I could tell from the way he looked at me that he was really liking what he's seeing.

But before I give you the wrong impression that I am the least bit romantic (I will deny it anyway), let me get the fairy dust off the details we talked about. He admits to seeing my Facebook profile from a friend of his whom I was also Grindring with (no, I am not that notorious, yet). Turns out, friend is actually his lover and they've been together for years. Turns out the who of them make a swinging couple. Turns out they wanna get it on with me. Turns out I wanna get it on with them. But turns out, we kinda wanna get it on together first before his boyfriend gets in on the fun.

He was wilder than I had expected. We have a lot in common actually. But I won't get into that. The sex will be happening but I looked at the time and saw myself over an hour past the end of my lunch break. And I had to get back to work. He also had somewhere to go to. So I asked him where he was parked and offered to bring him there. "Let me drop you off." He read my mind.

Upon arriving at his car, as soon as the doors were closed, our lips were all over each other. He kissed so well and despite his slightly drying pucker-uppers, he made me feel like I was his for the next few minutes. All his. And no one could take that moment away from us.

Legs, lust, and lingering (continued).

They say lightning never strikes the same place twice. Despite his fast one on me a week earlier, he was no lightning. Gym people are usually creatures of habit, mostly operating on a fixed scheduled which is important in maintaining their vanity. Sanity too in a way. So the plan was to hit the gym around the time the stepper incident happened. That would probably be when he works out, and since I see him at the gym on usual (yet to be identified) intervals, I would probably be right.

I decided to come in a little earlier. After lunch. Parked my bag in the lockers by 1pm and went around the malls for a bit. Prior to this, my body was aching from all my training so I decided on doing some Yoga for the day. Went back to the gym and looked at the schedule mounted on the wall. There was a 2pm slot. Perfect. As I turend back to the lounge, I was welcomed with "There you are!" and a big smile. There he was. "I didn't know when I'd see you again, so I thought I'd just come by around the same time." he continued.

"You know, that could have been avoided had you gotten my number." I said.

And he did. We had a bit of conversation. Then Yoga happened. For this episode no sex took place. Instead, to appease for his shortcoming, he offered to treat me to coffee.

Sweet.

This is where it all falls down. First thing, we work in different timezones. Second, he was too pleasant for me. Third, he is a very good friend fo another friend of mine. Too close. Fourth, I can't see it go beyond this point. Fifth, maybe it's just me. But that's all there is to this.

He did ask me to dinner one of these nights. I didn't reply. On one hand, I wouldn't mind the company. On another hand, I wanna spare him from myself. On my third hand (wherever it is, I won't say), I wanna spare myself from any possible drama that I suppose could happen with him. I am not saying that he's a drama queen. I have yet to determine that. But I do have this nagging suspicion that he has some kind of baggage hidden beneath the dimples and clean innocent smile.

Perhaps if we meet up again in the sauna or the steam room, I wouldn't mind giving it a go. But that would be just that. Benefits from a new friend. I am after all, pretty friendly.

Emphasis on pretty.