CHAPTER ONE: Malaysia
Day Thermos is reputed to be one of the best gay saunas in Kuala Lumpur. You’ll find it near the Grand Imperial Hotel. Just walk down an alley at the side of the hotel and you will find Day Thermos. It’s just opposite the famous Blue Boy gay bar. On its exterior the Day Thermos establishment presents itself as a “male gymnasium.” It has a modest amount of gym equipment in one small room certainly, but there’s a lot of action that goes on within that could not strictly be called “gymnastic.” But as the old cliché goes – “caution is the better part of valour.” I love clichés and when you think about it clichés usually become clichés because they are true.
In any case the operators of Day Thermos can be forgiven for being somewhat cautious because male to male sex is still outlawed in Malaysia. Indeed there used to be a huge black and white photo of the back of a naked young man in the locker area. The young guy had his hand over his arse. The message was clear. However on my last visit I noticed that the photo had been taken down. Because of occasional police harassment in KL, gay saunas there usually don’t supply free condoms and lube so you will need to take your own.
The front counter staff at the sauna are usually friendly and on my last visit the entrance fee was RM30.00. You will be issued with a key and a locker number. By the way, the lockers with their imitation hardwood finish are the most glamorous I have encountered anywhere. Even the restrooms are luxuriously detailed.
I made my first visit to Day Thermos a couple of years ago. As I left the locker area wrapped in a blue towel I wondered if I would be welcomed by the regulars. I’m Caucasian and past “the first bloom of youth” as the saying goes. Clichés again. I needn’t have worried. Within a minute or so of entering the small, dark steam sauna area (more about this region later) and sitting on a bench, I had a black, thick uncut cock pushed into my hand. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I saw that I was sitting next to a very handsome young Indian fellow. Over the next ten minutes or so I helped him release his load. With my wrist feeling a little the worse for wear (clichés!) I politely refused his helping hand or lips as I had more exploring to do.
I mounted a metal staircase to the next level. I quickly saw that this mostly consisted of a busy shower area, the small gym mentioned above and a corridor which ran past a row of small rooms. Because it was mid-afternoon most of the doors were still open but there were plenty of guys of varying ages looking out for prospects. By the way, although “money boys” can be something of a pest in Thailand’s saunas I’ve never been asked for money in a sauna in Malaysia or Singapore.
A young Malaysian boy was making gestures and I realized he wanted me to go into one of the rooms. We didn’t exchange a word – we didn’t have to. I quickly realized that he wanted to be blown. One of things I love about many Malaysian boys (and there are plenty of other factors let me tell you) is their smooth, almost hairless bodies. Your hand sweeps down over the golden chest, the flat stomach… and encounters a sudden glorious jungle – a luxurious bunch of glistening black pubic hair enshrining a smooth uncut cock. His foreskin was just the length that I like – sufficient to cover the
I peeled back the foreskin and took the cock fairly easily in my mouth and the boy started gently thrusting. My taste buds tingled and I took his balls in hand and held and squeezed them gently. With my other hand I explored that intimate region between testicles and rectum. The boy immediately lifted his left leg in the air and I knew what else he desired. My finger tips gently touched the rippled and hairless rim of the magic cave and the boy for the first time kissed me full on the mouth and rubbed his tongue against mine. Gently I pushed my index finger up to the first knuckle and I there was a sudden intake of breath. At the same time the rectum muscles were gripping my finger so I pushed it further inside until I touched something smooth and round… the boy gave a shudder and released his load into my mouth. The taste was sweet but with an added, somewhat mysterious tang. Perhaps it’s just my imagination but I’ve often found the taste of Asian boys to be not as salty as those from cooler climes.
All at once the encounter was over and the boy grabbed his towel and headed out the door. We hadn’t exchanged a word.
I’ve often noticed in gay saunas that if the mood isn’t right then you can hang around for an hour or more
CHAPTER TWO: Love in a Sauna
Often the received wisdom in gay circles is that “you will find sex but never love in a sauna.” I beg to differ and will outline my reasons later in this chapter. On the other hand wherever you go in the world you will find, usually, younger guys, wasting hours of their time in saunas. Perhaps they are looking for ‘Mr Perfect.’ They’ll walk around and around, cruising the floors of saunas, rejecting advances from other men. Perhaps they’ll be given a piercing look, a brush of an arm, a wink… On the other hand there are sauna habituates who are pretty shy about making such advances, fearing the hurt of rejection. So there are heaps of Mexican stand offs. By the way, the universal, international signal gays in saunas will give to either indicate lack of interest or that a sex session is over – is two light taps on the other guy’s arm or wherever. Ninety nine times out of a hundred the would-be suitor will not persist – after all there are plenty of other fish in the sea and cocks in the sauna. If you are harassed then report it to the management – they often have a policy on this kind of incident.
On a much more recent visit to Day Thermos I was wandering around wearing my blue towel when I encountered a dark region I hadn’t visited before. It was like a vision of Hades with bulging figures looming out of the shadows. I found my way into a room that that had a huge round bed-like structure covered in white plastic. Vague shapes shifted in the gloom. I was feeling pretty horny so I divested myself of my towel, lay back on the bed and waited to see what would eventuate. Sure enough I soon felt a flicker of rubber on the end of my cock and a tall, wavy h ...