The sauna was empty.

The late lunch hour brought in an eerie quiet into the lockers. All you could hear was the humming echo of the music from the studio outside. I had put on my shirt and pants, ran he blowdryer up and down my hair, and cleared my locker. I have 20 minutes to get to my next meeting. Just enough time I thought. By this time, the cab line would be conveniently long and since my destination wasn't so far away, the drivers would be amenable to take me, easy. Perfect. So I grabbed my bag and stood in front of the mirror for one last look. All set.

Then from the corner of the reflection entered a pair of big biceps held on by a steady torso with pumped pecs covered by a white tank above dark blue jogging pants. I moved my eyes over to gaze at his face and I saw him looking while walking. He crossed behind my reflection and vanished into the other side of the lockers. As soon as I heard his locker slam shut and locked, my clothes were off. My bag was back in the locker and I was on the phone typing out "will be a bit late, no cabs here". Sent. Slammed my locker locked. Smiled.

The sauna was empty.

Saw his silhouette by the door. His white towel was the only visible detail. I didn't bother hitting the showers. And as soon as I stepped in he greets me with his lips. And tongue. I pushed him into the inner corner and as we stepped back, our towels were off. The sauna was empty. The showers were empty. The locker room was ours.

No talking took place. As soon as I sat on the upper ledge, he swooped down on my tool like a falcon diving for its prey. He licked. He sucked. He bobbed. He knew how to control his lips well. And I bet he'd be a very good kisser. I pulled him up by the hair and saw for myself. My erection throbbed while our lips touched and our tongues tied. I pushed him down to the ledge and returned the favor. A few strokes from my mouth made him exhale a brusque moan loudly. But we didn't care. He pushed me up and furiously jacked himself virulently. I pulled him up and and turned him around. From behind, I placed my erection between the his tight sweaty cheeks. He moved faster, both hand and ass. And as soon as his sweetness came, I spilled mine all over behind him.

He sat down. Panting. I grabbed my towel and gave him a punch by the chest. We smile. I showered. Dressed up. Ran the blowdryer up and down through my hair. Now I was ready for my meeting.

After all, the sauna was empty.

It's in his kiss.

Visibility at the steam room was a bitch again. It was hard to see if the guy sucking your dick was fat or hot or not. If I were horny enough I wouldn't really care. But I was in my picky mood. So I carefully assessed the bodies sitting beside me. The hints I get from the outside light were actually enough to discern if they were acceptable candidates for a shower escapade. But sadly, the steam was getting thick as my patience was thinning. And the heat was starting to get to me. I needed a quick rinse.

As I stood, a guy rose from the opposite end of the steam room. He was around my height with a lanky frame. But the sweat on his skin showed he's got some meat in him. He stepped out. So did I. I saw him enter a shower stall while I closed the door. When I turned back at his direction, his towel was off and the door was open. He looked me in the eye. I wiped the sweat trickling down my lips.

I stepped in.

He put up this worried act that someone might have seen us. I grabbed his cock and pulled him close. "I don't care." I whispered in his ear. Then I unfurled his towel and hung it up the door.

I knelt down and greeted his tower. Perfect shape. Perfect size. Perfect girth. Fit just right deep into my throat. I looked at him. His eyes were closed as he turned his head up to the ceiling. A faint moan came out of his breath. He put his hands over my head and held my hair like wild wet mane as he thrusted deeper. Faster. Harder. My hands raced to his chest and glided with every drop the shower released. I rose and began to caress his nipples with my lips. My tongue made way above his chest, slowly up the neck and straight for the lips. He swung his head to the side leaving my lips landing on his left cheek. I pulled his head my way once more, but the softness of my lips won't budge his open.

And it hit me. It was too good to be true. But men like him, they don't go out into the wild single. He's just havin' a bit of fun, cheating on his guy - or partner as he later revealed to me.

Before you jump so quickly over to the judges' wagon, I know for a fact that the lockers is no place to find a boyfriend. But you cant kill the romantic in me that maybe somewhere in one of those blowjobs, handjobs, shower-fucks, some random guy might be the one. Maybe. And sometimes, that thought is enough to get me by.

So how exactly did I find out that he has this partner? Simple. We got each other's numbers.

And we're hanging out soon.

Upfront is the new incognito.

We met up at a nearby bookstore. As I entered, a random male employee gave me a knowing look. I ignored him and walked on inside. He, lets call him Shark, Shark was deep into one of the shelves. I didn't care if he was legitimately looking for a book. But I was late and the mere thought of how we were gonna go about our hook-up thrilled the lights out of me nervous. But I was horny.

As I turned to the narrow space between shelves where he stood, his gaze met my smile. "Hey." I said. "Shall we?" he asked. I nodded. As we headed out of the bookstore, same random male employee gave me a knowing look. This time with a smile. I looked away and threw a random smile. Let it be known that random male employee from nearby bookstore was kinda cute. But this was about me and Shark.

"Want anything?" Shark asked me as we stepped out. "No, I'm fine." I said. "You sure?" he insisted. "I'm nervous." I replied. He put his arm around my shoulder and said "Don't be."

We made our way out of the mall and into the backstreets of a third world highway. It dark, dingy, dangerous, and it was in broad daylight. And amidst the small talk and pollution, I was able to find a little corner in my head made of calm. As we approached our destination. And just as we were about to set foot inside, I was struck with an epiphany. Every self-respecting discreet/semi-discreet/all-out sexually active gay man's bucket list: to check-in a motel by walking in through the front door in broad daylight. No caps. No shades. Just a calm demeanor as incognito.

And that we did. We walked straight into the front desk. We had no other business but ours and the establishment made us feel that. Even the couple waiting by the corner had that. And so did the couple who had just stepped out as we walked in. Everyone minded their business. And boy was business booming.

We picked a room. Paid the premium. Got the key. Doorman clicked the electronic lock open. A small elevator was waiting for us. Up we went. It was only at the fourth floor. But we got so high just because I was top.

Then we came.

"So how was it?" Shark asked me on our way out. "Not bad." I said.

"We should do it again." he went as he lay bear on my chest, sticky and sweet.

I looked at myself from the mirror on the ceiling. "We will."

Then we let the noise from the porn playing on the TV take over.