This incident made me recall another visit I had to Steamworks involving ball holding. I’d been wandering around wearing my towel wondering about prospects when I went into one of the rooms. There was a television monitor high on the wall depicting some boys having a circle wank. On a mattress on the floor of the room a young boy was avidly watching the porn whilst energetically wanking his uncut cock. When I say young, he was a very slim boy, obviously on the verge of being “just-legal.” I squatted next to him on the mattress but he didn’t acknowledge my presence – he was completely caught up in wanking; his own and the circle wank on the video. I sensed that he was quite happy with his own hand so I took his fairly loose balls in mine and gently rolled them and squeezed them. Still, the boy had his eyes glued to the video monitor. There was not a flicker of recognition that a perfect stranger was holding his balls. Eventually however nature intervened, the head of his cock bulged, his hips bucked and I took his cock in my hand. Silently he came all over my own cock and balls. All of this occurred in perfect silence, we hadn’t exchanged a word.
On the same occasion at Steamworks I nearly ran into an Asian young man who was severely physically handicapped – “physically challenged” as the politically correct would put it. The young Oriental’s left arm was severely twisted and his back was hunched. I thought he might have been a Thalidomide victim. He had to use a walking stick and he shuffled sideways like a crab. I noticed that he had a cute thick cock. I thought of reaching out and tugging it. Maybe I would suggest we could go into a dark corner so I could suck it. However I held back. The boy had rather a severe, angry look. How would he react to my approach? Would he accuse me of being patronizing? Or even worse – pitying? Well, I never found out – I was too much of a coward and he went scuttling off into the nether regions of Steamworks. Well, if the Chinese guy with the walking stick was around next time I visited the sauna I promised myself I really would reach out…
CHAPTER SIX: Belonging
I was back at my friend Chen’s place. It was early evening and we were sitting out on his balcony overlooking Lake Sinister and enjoying a Tiger beer. Chen was grilling me about my adventures with Adrian. As I’ve said, for a straight guy he certainly had a lot of curiosity about gay sex.
“So after about two and a half hours I suggested to young Adrian that we should maybe take a break.”
“Two and a half hours? And he was going all that time” He gave a low whistle and sipped at his can.
“Yeah, well we went and got something to eat. Then later on, back at the hotel, he couldn’t wait to shove it up me again and he went for another two hours.”
“Another two hours and he was fucking you all the time? I don’t believe you.” He crushed his Tiger can.
“I told you Chen, he’s the best little fucker I’ve ever come across.”
“You’re telling me he could go at it for nearly five hours? Nah, you’re making it up.”
“Believe what you want. Why should I care? I’m just the lucky guy who was on the receiving end.”
“Where did you say you met your boy again?”
“You know where. At the sauna.”
“Yeah, I suppose that’s one advantage of being gay. You just need to walk into one of those places and you’re surrounded by sex.”
“You seem so curious Chen. Maybe next time Adrian and I go to Day Thermos we should take you along.”
“Nah, I don’t think so Kev. All those boys would just take one look at me and you wouldn’t get a look in Baby.”
My friend was never one to sell his beauty short.
“They wouldn’t let you in anyway Chen. They have these very accurate straight detectors in reception.”
Chen touched himself and for a mad moment I thought he was going to show me his cock. But no such luck. Anyway, perhaps I would have looked the other way. I had my Burmese boy to think about. My Burmese boy? Was I considering becoming monogamous? My God, I’d always thought the big M was for everybody else. I was a big believer in Boys Galore, Boys Gaylore, Boys Unlimited, Boys Incorporated as I think this memoir will attest to. Really, what would I do if Chen suddenly dropped his pants and revealed what I’m sure would be a golden, heavenly vision? Would I really be faithful and look the other way? Probably not. But this feeling of belonging was definitely growing on me.
Chen had fished two more Tigers out of the bar fridge and plonked them on the table. He gave me a piercing look…
“You know Kev, you make me feel jealous.”
“Jeeze Chen, I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”
He laughed heartily and I could’ve sworn the peels made ripples on the surface of the dark lake far below.
“You know that’s not… No, what I mean is, here you are, you’ve been in KL for a couple of weeks and already you’ve scored this boyfriend. I haven’t had a woman in over three months. Tell me some more. What did it feel like when the head of his cock went inside you…?”
I started to feel slightly uneasy. Was I betraying my Burmese boy by reporting all this to my friend, my soul partner? Nah, not really. Adrian would probably be chuffed. He’d been really impressed when I told him that Chen was my mate and that I often stayed out at his place by the lake. He’d done one of his cute double takes.
Wow! Chen… he’s a really big star.” Then he looked at me narrowly. “You sure he isn’t gay Godfather?”
“Not a chance m’boy!”
Now on Chen’s rooftop I suddenly felt the urge to talk to my boy. I pulled out my mobile and found his number.
“Hi Adrian, you want to meet up at the Corus next Wednesday?”
“Of course Godfather.”
His voice was cold. It was the first time I’d heard that kind of tone from Adrian. Usually his words were wrapped in subdued laughter.
“Anything wrong Adrian?”
“I’ll meet you at the hotel. But I won’t be able to sleep over.”
“Why, what’s wrong Adrian? Is it your sister?”
“You hurt me very much the other night godfather.”
“Adrian—”
“The way you were hiding your wallet, your passport… you made me feel dirty. Like a thief.”
“My God, I’m so sorry Godson, I wouldn’t… I was drunk and a bit confused. And it’s a habit of mine when I’m travelling.”
“You think that would make a difference? You didn’t even notice that I slid your wallet out of the pillow case and put it on the bedside table.”