Actually I suppose you could say that an addiction to glory holes is a kind of sexual fetish. One of its main attractions is in the way it allows you to let your imagination run wild. Who is on the other side? A young prince or an assassin? A pilot or a powerful executive? Does he have a boyfriend? Is he married… to a woman? Does he have a family? Of course you don’t know and yet you are linked (albeit anonymously as well as amorously) in the most intimate manner. If the sauna is not too crowded then once you have unloaded (or your partition partner has blown) you may be able to go out and work out who you just had sex with. Recently in a sauna in Melbourne I was waiting by a glory hole when I was delighted to see a very dark uncut cock coming through the opening. It was very hard and had two prominent veins. I wanked the loose foreskin and then went down on the smooth, wet head. It wasn’t long before pre-cum glistened from the piss hole. I also practised (this is a technique I love to use at glory holes) what I call the double decker or sandwich wank. I don’t know if there is another term to describe it. I put my cock on top of the other guy’s dick and then wank both of them. Of course each cock is facing in opposite directions. For this it’s best if both boys are uncut. On this occasion I was impressed at how generously my dark friend was equipped with skin.
Shortly after we’d finished I left the room with the glory hole and saw a dark skinned young guy walking towards the showers. There weren’t very many customers in the venue at that time so I reasoned this must be my dark prince. I thought he must be Indian or maybe a lad from some South Pacific island. I got something of a thrill watching him, knowing that I’d just had his generous cock in my mouth but he had no idea who I was. Voyeurism forever!
Of course not all encounters at glory holes remain anonymous. Once I was linked to a guy via a glory hole in what Sydney’s Steamworks Sauna call their “Suckerama.” Now let me explain. If you feel like having your cock sucked you go up to the third floor of the sauna. Then you go up a short flight of stairs to discover a row of small rooms, or cubicles if you like. On a platform in front of you there is a large television monitor showing endless gay porn. Beneath this in the wall, guess what, there is an aperture where you can present your cock and balls. On the other side of the wall, but on a lower level, there is another row of cubicles inhabited by guys who want to suck cock. Because of the lower level the sucker can remain standing whilst he sucks what is on offer. No uncomfortable stooping or kneeling on a hard floor. Is there no limit to gay sexual ingenuity? There should be an award!
Anyway, on this particular afternoon I felt like doing some sucking so I went into one of the lower cubicles. Soon I was rewarded. From the look and the colour of the uncut cock on offer I reasoned the owner was probably a young Chinese guy. After about fifteen minutes of wanking and sucking he bent down, looked at me through the hole and said: “Why don’t we go and find a room?”
I went outside and met a beautiful young Chinese boy, probably no older than twenty, in the corridor. Steamworks is a great place to link up with Chinese guys. It’s on the edge of Chinatown and very close to two universities. All of the Chinese boys who go to the venue are not necessarily gay. I reckon that some of them are probably quite straight or at least bi – but are probably too hard up to go out on dates with women. It’s much cheaper for them to go to the Steamworks and get their rocks off.
My Chinese boy led me to a room and lay down on a mattress. Before me was displayed the most beautiful Chinese guy I had ever been with. A luscious cock and a pair of firm, full balls. After some more rather conventional wanking and sucking I decided that this young man was so fantastically clean that I wanted to do something that I would usually not consider on a first acquaintance. I lifted his legs, putting them on my shoulders, bent down and took his balls in my mouth. After a while I started to lick the intimate area between his testicles and arse hole. Then with my tongue I explored his hairless rim. He groaned with pleasure and I thrust my tongue into the opening. Now here was a different kind of glory hole!
He gave another groan and said: “Please… put one of your fingers up my arse.”
“Just one finger? Certainly. With pleasure.”
I went to a dispenser and put plenty of lube on one of my index fingers.
Putting his spread legs back on my shoulders I gently started to push my finger into the fragrantly clean hole. At first I just pushed it in up to the first knuckle.
“More” he smiled. I slid my finger all the way in and then I started to fuck him with it.
After this had gone on for some time and I was lost in an erotic oriental dream born out of a sauna glory hole the boy said: “Now I want to fuck you.”
He got me to lie down on my stomach, slid a condom over his cock and knelt behind me. I spread my legs.
“No, no! Close your legs.”
I did so, he lay on top of me and started to slide his sheathed cock up and down between the cheeks of my arse. After a while he said: “Now open.” He slid his cock up my hole and made soft moaning sounds as it glided up and down. He came and examined the contents of the condom. He offered it to me – I put my finger in and tasted his fragrant cum.
After we parted I reflected – there is something very erotic about pushing your finger up the hole of a boy whose name you do not know and probably will never know.
However there are certain dangers about having anonymous sex via glory holes. After initial wanking and sucking some guys may try to impale themselves on your cock. Meaning they will turn round and take it up their arse. If you are up for it then this will be OK as long as they wear a condom. Of course you will feel the flutter of rubber coming over your cock before they start to push themselves onto it. Recently a young friend of mine was being sucked off at a glory hole in a Sydney sauna. He was transported by the subtle nature of the blowjob he was getting. The guy on the other side was obviously an expert. His mouth was very wet and every now and then there was a very gentle touch of teeth. There was a brief pause in the action and then my friend felt there was a subtle change to the sensation he was enjoying. He then realized that his unprotected cock was up the arse of the boy on the other side of the partition. He pulled out, wiped himself and felt he’d learned a lesson.
CHAPTER FOUR: Love Out of a Sauna
On that first day when I’d had sex with Adrian in Day Thermos and we finished laughing and clinking in Malone’s Bar just across the road, a wave of sadness came over me. Such was sauna culture, especially in South-East Asia, that there was a fair chance we might not see each other again.
“You want to meet up Anthony, maybe in a few days time?”
He seemed enthusiastic: “Of course Godfather.”
I’d promised to go and stay with a straight friend, a young Chinese actor called Chen Yeng who lived in Puchong, on the outskirts of the city. He resided in a tall townhouse which overlooked a huge and mysterious lake which was reputed to contain many sinister secrets.
“That’s great Adrian. Let’s meet here a week from now, five o’clock on Monday afternoon.”
“That would be wonderful Godfather.”
“Oh, and don’t forget to bring your lovely cock.”
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, not getting my rather poor joke, and then he laughed quietly.