The 24Kaikan Gay Sauna in Tokyo - A first-timer's report (Part 3/5)
vendredi 7 novembre 2014 à 00:46I got my first ever blowjob from a man this weekend. This is the third part of a five-part blog series about how it went down, and how I feel about it all.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (current post) | Part 4 | Part 5 (coming)
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It was really relaxing, sitting in that hot tub, eyes closed, letting the heat draw away the nerves of being an inexperienced straight guy (who had only ever fantasized about fooling around with other guys) in a building full of sexually-charged gay men who were there because they knew what they wanted.
But I wasn’t sure what I wanted, and I was nervous as hell.
While I was sitting there in the tub with eyes closed, however, I regrouped my senses and decided that it was time to forget about what others might be thinking of me, take things as they came, and first of all, just explore the building.
First on the agenda was to explore the mysterious curtained-off door at the end of the bath area. Guys were coming and going from there every few seconds…I had to know what was going on in there.
So I jumped out of the tub, wrapped my towel around my waist, and ducked through the curtain.
The area beyond the curtain was dark. Not pitch black, but dim. A red lamp shone above the doorway. At least 10 or so guys were loitering against the walls. Just standing there. Sort of like zombies, I thought. The area beyond the curtain was like a maze, with narrow corridors wending off the main white-tiled hallway. Water ran across the floor. It smelled clean. Like a swimming pool smell. I turned left at the first junction. A door immediately to my left led to a small stall with a toilet. Above the stall was a weak red lamp. There was a hose connected to the wall with a tap. At the end of the tap was a rounded hose end. The chlorine swimming pool smell was masking an ever-so-faint smell of feces.
This must be where the bottoms clean out their bowels…..
Further on I rounded a corner to an area with multiple shower stalls. Still the same dim light. The walls between each shower stall had large holes drilled in them. Two at cock height and one at mouth height. Glory holes.
Straight ahead of me was a more spacious stall. In it was a full-body sling; the sort you’d see in an S&M film. It appeared well used.
Rounding yet another corner, I was back at the main corridor to the bath area. There was more to explore to my left, but I was getting tired; it was almost midnight and I thought I would slowly make my way back up the building to my room on the 7th floor, get a decent night’s sleep, and explore the bath house area more thoroughly in the morning. I had a long second day of conference sessions the next day, so I wanted to at least get some sleep.
Before exiting the dimly lit area, I noticed an adjacent sauna room. The temperature gauge said 90 degrees Celsius, with a few Japanese guys inside. I toweled off and entered. The wooden decor was fairly standard, except for a large wall separating the sitting area into two areas. I suppose this way you could get it on with some level of privacy. Who would ever want to get it on at 90 degrees Celsius though?
While I was contemplating the practicalities of sucking a guy off in a 90 degree Celsius sauna, I noticed a young Westerner enter the small sauna. He had long curly hair and a clipped beard. He was probably in his mid-20’s, slim but not toned. He was one of the very few guys I had seen walking around with no towel around his waist. He was quite well endowed. I had noticed him earlier, as I was washing in the shower area. I had noticed that he had noticed me also, but I was too nervous about the entire situation to acknowledge him.
He sat across from me in the sauna and pointed at me and said “nice”.
What a saint. The first words I had heard anyone utter since arriving. I introduced myself and we got chatting. He was from Spain, and was visiting Japan for a month, just travelling. I liked the guy; he reminded of when I traveled around the world in my early 20’s. Just taking each day as it comes. He was interested to hear that I was here in Japan doing a PhD on a scholarship. He had just got a scholarship to do a PhD in Spain, but was not entirely enthused about the prospect of having to stay in Spain.
I noticed as we chatted that a few of the Japanese guys in the sauna got up and left. I almost sensed that we were breaking some kind of norm by actually engaging in conversation. It was almost like all interpersonal transactions were to be conducted in silence and through gesture here, with as little verbal communication as possible. It was as though we were getting far too friendly, rather than just sucking each other off in silence.
After a few minutes, I stood up to leave; around 5 minutes at 90 deg C is about as much as I can handle. He left with me, and we continued to chat as we toweled off in the changing area.
It was so refreshing to be talking with someone. It really broke the tense quiet of the place.
My new Spanish friend had already scoped much of the other floors out, so was happy to show me around. On the fourth floor, we took a look in the video room. Like the 6th floor communal sleeping space I had checked out previously, this curtained off room was stuffy and smelled like humans. It didn’t smell unclean, but there were around 15 guys in the small space…at least two couples had formed, with hands down sheets moving clinically, no other obvious communication between the two parties involved.
We continued on, scoping out a few other rooms. Finally on the 5th floor, we found a room with no one there. My Spanish friend beckoned me in. At that point I realized that he wasn’t just showing me around. He was actually seeking a space for us to be alone….all of a sudden, the reality of what this place was about hit me.
This complete stranger is inviting me in for sex.
(To be continued…)
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