The Viagra Cocktail

I went to a sauna this weekend. For those of you who don't know what a gay sauna is all about , I'll explain.

It's a place, like a spa, where men go to relax and maybe have sex. The most common facilities are a sauna, a jacuzzi, a steam room, a darkroom and some private cabins. At the entrance you get a towel and a key for a locker. You are expected to walk around naked, except for the towel that you can wrap around your waist. Of course you drop it when using any of the facilities.

Before continuing with my story I'd like to share with you the way I think about gay saunas. Most of you who have never been to a sauna, will probably feel some rejection towards it. I can understand how that feels, and relate to it, since that's the way I felt before I visited one for the first time.

The first sauna I visited was not a fancy one. It was quite small, the interior design was pretty lousy. I went with three friends of mine, two of them regular visitors while the other one was a novice just like me. He was the one who came up with the idea of going there, curious about how saunas in Europe would look like. I'm always willing to try out new things, to live, so I closed my ears to my prejudices and insecurities and acceeded.

We stayed for about two hours. We undressed in the locker room and started walking around. We went from the sauna to the steam room, then layed for a while in the bubble bath, went back to the sauna, had a drink...

I'm not gonna tell any of the stories that happened that day, for I'm preparing a specific entry about awkward situations in a sauna. I'm just going to make my point before continuing with my main story of today.

Once I got over my insecurities it was great. I experienced this place as a place of great freedom. You could just go and relax, people who wanted to could have sex while you could decide if you wanted to watch it or not, join them or not, leave or not. I felt we were all being ourselves. In a way, dropping your clothes makes you drop your facade. You, my dear readers, probably have had the experience of someone transforming when his or her clothes are off too.

In this place you could feel that everything, everyone, was allowed while nothing was expected.

It was a greater acceptance of one another than I have ever felt before, very different than the “meat market” I was expecting it to be. I'm not a regular though, don't get me wrong. Just once in a while, after a rough night or when my muscles are tired or hurt. I enjoy giving myself a full break, a break for the body and the soul.

So I went to a sauna this weekend, a new one, the place to go some people said. The first thing me and my friend saw when we got in was a beautiful restaurant. We decided to sit for a drink before doing anything else. While we were looking at the menu, the waiter came to us and gave us two cocktails.

“I think you're wrong, we haven't ordered anything yet” I told him.

“It's just a house rule. All visitors under thirty get a free cocktail from us” He said, and left to help other customers.

Well, that was great news. The drinks were very expensive here. My friend and me smiled at each other, toasted, and started drinking our cocktail.

Once we were finished, we stood up and left to explore the place. It was huge, with three different kind of saunas, two swimming pools and a lounge bar besides all of the standard facilities I mentioned before.

We decided to start with the jacuzzi, for it tends to get full and at that moment only two men were in it.

We were just lying there, relaxing. I gotta say that, somehow, I felt a bit umcomfortable this time. Maybe because the place was so fancy, so open and light. I missed that great feeling I have had with other, smaller, places. This one was pretentious, and therefore everyone was more in “hunt mode” than I'd like them to be.

I was in a jacuzzi, but I couldn't chill. I had to keep myself busy with not looking into anyone's eyes for too long. I felt they could misinterprete me, that's the vibe I got from this sauna that made it so annoying. I was so busy not looking into faces, that the fat dick next to me could not pass unnoticed. Bad idea.

I immediately felt how my own body was reacting to that. Normally, I would be able to control that, getting a boner in an awkwad situation. I thought I had left that behind, together with coffee being just coffee, when leaving high school.

This time was different though. I got a huge hardon. I didn't understand why and I started getting nervous. Even considering the place where I was, I didn't feel so good about walking around like a flag.

I also knew that the jacuzzi cycled between bubbles and still water. I hoped really hard my boner would cease before the calm. Of course it didn't.

The bubbles had stopped and my pillar of shame was right there, in front of all of us. I was trying not to care about the glances the (fiercely unattractive) strangers were throwing at us, my hardon and me, but I did care of course. I turned to my friend and sent him a help glance. He just pointed to his own crotch. He had one too.

Great.

Luckily on that moment the bubbles started again. It was a relief, still I was trying harder than ever not to look to anyone. After a while, the guys got bored and left the bath.

“What's this all about?” I asked when we were alone.

“I know!” my friend said “I don't understand, are you this hard too?”.

I nodded and laughed. Note that we had already been like this for about twenty minutes.

“Well, let's just wait here. It'll pass.” I said. I let my body sink deeper in the bath and tried to relax.

Two more groups of men came in and out of the bath, repeating the same scenario. Twenty more minutes would pass and we would still lie there, our fingers already looking like raisins.

“Is there something in the water?”

We couldn't really understand. Since I had been feeling worse and worse, when the second group of guys left us, I proposed to go. It was better than staying there like this.

“Are we gonna walk to the locker room in this condition?” My friend said.

“Well, lying here for other fourty minutes isn't good either. And if the water is the problem it makes no sense staying here.” Plain surreal.

So we breathed deep in, stood up, took our towels and built some nice tents around our bodies. We walked to the lockers. My friend was looking to the floor, walking fast but I figured that if I was to do this I would do it good. I just walked around, looking at the face of everyone who passed us. I was proud of myself for daring to do so I gotta say.

We finally arrived to our lockers. We changed, still hard, hiding it as good as we could inside of our pants and left for the ext. We had almost crossed the exit door when I saw something hanging on the wall. A picture of a green cocktail with the text under it:

“Try our new Viagra cocktail”

If I hadn't felt that awkward (and horny) I would have made a big drama about it. I just let it rest for this time. Never accept candy from strangers, Mom always said.

By the time we were getting out of the train that took us back home the storm had ceased. I was really tired of all of the tension of that day. I said goodbye to my friend and went home. I was feeling so horny after that whole evening, I tried to get rid of it with the help of my hand. I (it) was so exhausted though that I fell asleep in the middle of it.