Sauna Spa @ Covent Garden

Lessons of the Sauna #2

This time my visit to a gay sauna wasn't calculated. If anything it was a surprise. On texting the Chinese boy (whose discoloured teeth seem to have faded. Still, that...you know..simply isn't available in order for me to become caught up in his lust), he called and asked whether I would, instead of going to a club, accompany him to a sauna. To be fair, it didn't take much convincing.

My views have slightly altered from when I last went to one. They're not only for desperate fat old men who'd be massacred in a club setting. No. Saunas are for boys who want some quick action or just some time to relax. And, all said and done, it's the experience of a sauna, whether it be interesting or disappointing, that counts.

The Chinese boy was understandably nervous the way I was during my first time. The only difference here is that he had somebody to vocalise his nerves towards whereas I didn't. Consequently, I don't think he was half as nervous as I had been, due simply to the fact that he had somebody to talk to. And this in turn become easier for me.

The Sauna Bar in Covent Garden is a relatively small venue, with its fair share of fit and attractive men to counterbalance against the obese Europeans who seemed to be ever so fond of me.

The voyeuristic element was far greater in this place, admittedly. During the course of 4 hours I was able to see

a) a threesome which including interracial fucking;

b) a black man receiving a blow job from two, or was it three other white men - at which point the Chinese boy told me he wanted to 'touch' and proceeded to finger the man's nippled, and jerk off his large plank as another man sucked away;

c) a standing couple in the midst of a blow job in the steam room; and

d) two men who were laid bare in their own private rooms masturbating ferociously.

If anything, the sauna experience is a little tiresome. Walking from one part to another, then over to the darkrooms in the hope that somebody might hold your gaze.

Of course, not everybody you find attractive feels the same. And not everybody who likes you is worthy of your efforts.

So, I didn't pull. It was a shame as there were some attractive men. A mental note: must make quick use of subsidised gym membership.

But the experience filled me with images. Images with meant that I came at least five times the following day.

The poor Chinese Boy was distraught and threatened to pay someone to fuck him. Don't be silly I told him....paying for sex immediately after coming out a sauna is desperate. Waiting a day and then paying someone is liberated. I haven't managed as yet to ask him if he did end up paying somebody for it after all. I could have obliged I suppose. He does like me. But then, why should I show mercy. A mercy fuck really wouldn't be the best way to go under these circumstances. The limits to our friendship are finally firmly in place. And this is what I wanted.

As with everything else in life the ability to fuck somebody was always there. It was simply a question of how far i was going to let my standards fall. Not very far was the answer.

We plan on venturing to a larger venue next time. A greater pool of people, a greater chance of finding somebody to eat who'll want to eat you just as much. And a few more areas in which to pass the time.

Oh yes, and I now fully understand the concept of 'cruising'. Find somebody you like and look at them. They'll look at you and if the gaze is held then you're on.

On how to say no without ever speaking - a quick shift of the towel always does the trick. And for the amount of libido that spreads throughout a sauna, the men are always surprisingly quick to get the message and polite enough not to persist.

There's something about saunas. The greedy uninhibited sexual parade pleases me. I think I'll visit Chariots next time. Although I remain unsure as to whether the Chinese boy will be coming with me.