Cruising in the gym

Gay sex can be found everywhere. Even in the sauna at the gym.

I lift the weight one last time. Finally, I've finished my workout. I wrap my towel around my shoulders and make my way back to the changing room, drenched in sweat. As I undress - T-shirt, trousers, then pants - I catch a few glances. Or am I just imagining things? Of course, you can never be quite so sure. But the gym where I work out is known for having a particularly large number of gay and bisexual men who come here to tone their muscles. So it could well be that I wasn't imagining it.

I'm finally standing in the shower, all alone under the hot jet. Not only the sweat, but also the tension from training slowly falls away from me. I'm lost in thought when I hear that someone else wants to take a shower. Instead of grabbing one of the many free seats with privacy screens, he stands right next to me. I venture a quick glance to the side. The person next to me has a small tribal tattoo across his groin. His chest is covered in short stubble, the hair on his head shorn short and dark. And although my eyes only wander over for a moment, he catches me doing it. But it doesn't seem to bother him. Quite the opposite: he gives me a little smile.

A flirt in the shower

I can feel the adrenaline and desire shooting through my body. All I really want to do is take a quick shower and go to the sauna; finally come down and forget the daily grind. But this encounter, this little flirtation, throws me off track. I feel attracted to this guy, but I'm torn. I tell myself that not every situation has to degenerate into something sexual. At the same time, lust is of course a driving force.

So I grab my towel, tie it around my waist and make my way to the steam room. There's a sign on the door: entry only permitted with a towel. But I know from experience that hardly anyone here cares. So I hang it up next to the door and make my way into the hot, steam-filled room.

There are small, colourful lights on the ceiling. But you can't see much. I grab the shower mop, clear my seat of the small puddle that has collected there and sit down. There are five other men in the sauna with me. As far as I can tell, there are no women present. There is a sexual tension in the air. At least that's what I think. But again, it could be that I'm just imagining things. Because it's not a gay sauna, but a regular sauna in a regular fitness centre.

Regular steam sauna or cruising spot?

However, two of the men grab their tails conspicuously often. It's hard to tell what their eyes are looking at; the water vapour is too thick in the room. I start to join in and realise that we are all looking at each other. Adrenalin shoots through my body again. I ask myself: Will the others notice? What if someone calls the staff? Or will everyone present be into what's happening?

While questions shoot through my mind and pure lust takes possession of my body, the door suddenly opens. It's the guy who was just standing next to me in the shower. Even though I only looked at him briefly, I recognise him from his outline. He's not a muscleman, but he's still trained. This time, too, there would be plenty of other free seats. But he chooses the seat next to me. He sits so close that our hands, with which we both support each other, are almost touching.

Nothing has happened yet, but I can feel the blood rushing to my cock. It's the feeling that takes hold of you before any sexual acts have happened. It's the excitement of what's about to happen. What's more, the sexual tension is heightened by the danger of being caught. I hold my hand in front of my penis so that not everyone in the room can see my boner. But I also play with it, pull on it, stroke my glans. My neighbour does the same. I look to the side and see him holding his penis in his hand. He starts to jerk off slowly.

Suddenly I remember that we are not alone. I look around the room, trying to recognise the outlines; trying to see which way the others are looking. Slowly I realise that everyone is holding their tails in their hands. The steam sauna has been converted into a gay sauna in the blink of an eye. Two guys start to suck each other off under the cover of the steam next to me.

Caught up in reality

Suddenly I feel a hand on my thigh. It slowly moves to my cock, grips it firmly and slowly pulls the skin up and down again. I want to return the favour and raise my hand - but suddenly the door opens. A woman with a towel wrapped around her breasts enters the room and sits down in one of the empty seats. Suddenly, the sexual energy that was almost there for the taking has simply fizzled out. Because simply moving on is, of course, out of the question.

I think about whether I should wait and see, whether we should just disappear quickly to the toilet, whether we should go to his house. The desire that was so strong just a moment ago has left me. But it could come back just as quickly. Couldn't it?

But then I remember why I actually came here. To train, to switch off, to release the tension that has built up over the day. And so I decide to get up, leave the sauna and forgo the quickie. Because even though gay sex is possible almost everywhere, it doesn't necessarily have to happen everywhere. For today, the thought that it would have been possible is enough for me.