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The Korean summer was heating up, as was my sex life there. After getting a blowjob from the hottest girl I had ever flirted with then gaining a ‘friend with benefits’ for a few weeks, I could truthfully say that I had been with hotter women during my time as a teacher in Korea than when I was a student in the States. But I had yet to land anything with an American girl living in Seoul, which was really my top dating related goal. If I was lucky enough, I would have the chance to date a girl from England or Scotland, or even Australia. That’s what I really wanted—a long-term partner I could fully and comfortably converse with while still gaining new cultural experiences. I was hoping to get something like that started on this trip to the beach with Jane and Da Bin.
We made the trip down to Busan, Korea’s second largest city located on the southern tip of the peninsula, with a fantastic beachfront. There was no better time of the year to visit than now, for the yearly Sand Art Festival. Jane insisted that when we arrived we had to start off with a hike up Jangsan Mountain, to get a full view of the city. I didn’t regret that in the least, as it gave me plenty of opportunity to stare at the girls in their tight athletic clothes when trekking from behind.
Jane was the girl I mostly had my eyes on. She was my coworker, which I knew was a dance with fire if I wanted to date her, but I planned to test this out slowly. When I had first arrived in the country and set eyes on her beautiful blonde hair and cherry cheeks, I had no thought of dating her. I knew then that she was out of my league. Now, though, I had gained the confidence to put forth more of a bold personality when we talked during our long Saturday grading hours at the school. She was 27; I was 28. Our hometowns back in the States were only about nine hours away from each other. So…maybe—just maybe—I had a shot with her, even though she had tons of other friends and seemed to have dating prospects all around the country.
Da Bin had been friends with Jane since they met in America, when Da Bin was studying abroad. Even though she was almost 30, she looked to be 20, and had quite a nice petite body to check out too. As the temperature and the long hike made us all work up a sweat, the girls took off their tank tops, bearing only their sports bras and super-short shorts. When we made it to the summit, we found a flat rock to sit on while we ate a late lunch. I was hanging out with two beautiful women, feeling like I was on top of the world. At least I was on top of Busan, on a sunny afternoon in early June. Nothing could make this trip better.
But Jane texting one of her friends who had planned to meet up with us could definitely bring some rain clouds in. Of course it was a guy friend, some guy named Julian. As we made our descent down the trails, Jane did most of the talking, and it was mostly about Julian—a businessman from Spain who came to Korea frequently for one or two months at a time. When she said the words, “He’s one of those guys that I just can’t figure out all the way,” then I knew for sure I’d be overshadowed by this guy.
I wasn’t too disappointed, as my chances with Jane were slim anyways, and when we met up with Julian at the beach, he turned out to be a nice and charming guy who didn’t suck up all the attention from the girls. He turned a lot of the conversation onto me, asking why I chose Korea and how I was liking my experience there, as we walked the length of the Sand Art Festival to see the fantastic sculptures that the teams had spent hours crafting. I could see why Jane liked him. Not only was he genuinely nice and charming, but he had the body of a soccer player, standing over six feet tall, with olive skin and just a hint of a Spanish accent. He looked to be in his early 30s, and from his talk of visiting Korea and Argentina on various business trips, he probably held a pretty high profile job too.
So my hopes of getting anywhere with Jane were dampened, at least until Julian took off to go back to Spain, whenever that would be. But we still had a lively time as a group of four at a late bar-b-cue place, complete with a couple hours of drinking soju and letting our conversation turn more spontaneous, a bit delirious, but mostly fun. We sat on an outdoor deck with a view of the beach and a well-lit sky, a scene that made it easy for the hours to slip by. When I looked at my phone, I realized it was already midnight, and we had yet to figure out where we were staying for the night, at least that’s what I thought.
“Where are we sleeping tonight, anyways?” I asked.
“We’re going to the Lotus Jimjilbang,” Jane said.
“The what?” I asked. “What’s a jimjilbang?”
She smirked slightly. “Didn’t I tell you about this? It’s where you go and have yourself a nice, public shower, complete with other strange naked men all around you. And then hang out in the sauna for a while, maybe scrub each other’s backs, then sleep on mats in the lounge room.”
“So it’s one, big massive shower room. Boys and girls are separate?”
“Of course boys’ and girls’ showers are on separate floors. But everyone sleeps on the same floor. And it’s super cheap to stay there. Besides, all the hostels are booked for this sand festival.”
“So, Julian and I will…” I looked at him, trying not to appear nervous.
“What?” He shouted sarcastically. “You don’t want to shower right next to me?”
Jane laughed. “You don’t have to shower right next to each other. There’s plenty of space in there—and lots of hot tubs too. It’s a nice place to relax in. Trust me, after a long day of sweating and eating all this grub, you’ll like it.”
“Well we better go now, shouldn’t we?” I asked. “Isn’t it going to close soon?”
“No, they’re open all night. It might be pretty full, but they’ll have room for us somewhere. They always do.”
Julian patted my back. “So relax, man. We’re still having a fun night out. And if you’re nervous about your first time in a jimjilbang, have enough drinks until you’re not!”
That I did. Three bottles of soju later, I was somewhat curious, maybe even excited about the whole idea of being naked in a semi-public space, though there wouldn’t be any eye candy to look at. And with the crust of dried sweat still on my skin, I desperately wanted to shower.
The jimjilbang was decorated like a luxurious hotel resort, with a somewhat complicated process of having to put your shoes in a locker downstairs then head up to another set of lockers outside the showers, where you disrobe. If I didn’t have Julian there to guide me through it, I would have been afraid that I’d take my clothes off at the wrong time, and the staff would be weirded out by me.
But when Julian and I rounded the corner of the stairs, heading up to the men’s shower floor, I saw that there weren’t really any customs as to where clothes should be worn or carried. Involuntarily, I took in my first sight of nudity, as two men walked right past us to their lockers. Right behind them were two fully clothed guys who looked to be our age. It was definitely a strange place where the people were much more comfortable with themselves than Americans could ever be.
There were three sections of the floor: lockers, shower and sauna, and the drying off area. The only rule was that anyone going into the showers had to be completely naked—no bathing suits allowed, because it was believed that the materials in bathing suits might taint the purity of the water in the hot tubs.
Julian and I got to our lockers, and I hesitated a moment, then looked at him. “So…is this where we do it?” I asked him.
“Yep. Go ahead.”
The clothes came off. I made my motions as casually as possible, staring straight into the grey locker in front of my face. Julian wasn’t quite as perturbed by our nudity. When I slipped my pants down, he said, “There you go!” and he slapped my ass. A minute later, we were showering within two feet of each other. I had figured Julian and I would shower in separate corners, but he followed me to my individual shower head and turned on the one right next to me. We were in a spacious area that was mostly empty, as it was pushing 2:00 in the morning. But even so, there were at least 15 other men using the showers or chatting in the hot tubs, which was more people than I had expected.
Pretty soon, the nakedness wasn’t weird for me, and I even caught a few glances of Julian when he turned his back to the stream of water. I found myself wanting to stare at his body. I had never even considered myself bisexual, but I guess I could appreciate a good looking man as much as a woman can, and Julian had those traits. He was leaner than I had imagined, and he didn’t have a single visible hair on his body, other than his eyebrows and the stubble around his chin and scalp. He definitely liked to keep a neat and trim body, which I oddly admired.
When he turned around again, I caught a glimpse of his fully sleeved cock, hanging low, and his tight ball sac—a nice package. We made eye contact, and I knew he caught me looking, but in my drunken state, I didn’t care. He didn’t either, and I saw him reciprocate with a long glare at what I had to show.
“Shall we hang out in the hot tubs?” He asked. “The girls said they’re going to have a long shower. We might as well do the same.”
“Sure,” I said.
I wasn’t in a hurry to get out of there. Though I wasn’t quite comfortable with exploring everything in the shower room. When we settled into the hot tub, I saw around the corner several pairs of large plastic seats and small detachable showerheads placed between each pair.
“What’s that area?” I asked Julian.
“That’s the scrub-down section,” he said with a cheeky smile. “The men don’t use it like the women do. One guy is supposed to sit in front while someone else scrubs his back, arms and legs with a huge brush. It’s a great experience actually—deep exfoliation. You want to try it?”
I hesitated a while, then shook my head. The idea of us scrubbing each other while a few random men passed through seemed too awkward. “Maybe next time I pass through one of these places.”
“Understandable,” he said.
We finished a long soak in one of the mild temperature hot tubs and retrieved some towels from the rack, then exited to the drying room, which was like a large bathroom with 15 sinks and mirrors along the walls. All around us were naked men shaving their faces, tending to their hair, or simply admiring their freshly clean bodies in the mirror. A laminated sign in the corner said in both Korean and English: ‘Air dryers are for head only!’ which suggested a few too many guys in this room had indulged in blowing warm air on their cocks and making the staff uncomfortable. Julian seemed to have his own post-showering routine, as he flexed his arms and legs a few times and began applying some kind of strange oil to his face and chest.
In that moment, because I was doing nothing but waiting for Julian, and also because I had a massive mirror in front of me, I felt quite self-conscious about being naked in a semi-public space. Instead of sneaking another peak at Julian, I took a moment to admire my own body and appreciate how surreal this moment was in comparison to my normal life. The oil Julian was rubbing on his body smelled fantastic. I asked him what it was, and he said it was a mixture of tea tree, Jojoba, and lavender oils—a powerful skincare treatment that he used every other day. That explained why his skin was in such great condition. For being such a muscular man, he seemed to have quite an effeminate and high-maintenance side to him. I watched him rub a handful of oil over his cock and down his legs. Again he caught me staring at him, but just smiled in response. “You want to put some of this on?” he asked.
I passed on the offer, and we proceeded back into the locker room where we had to dress in the jimjilbang’s nightwear. The place had been so overbooked that there were no shirts and pants left in the clean laundry. Instead, we were given a couple of thin bathrobes that the clients wear on their way up to the massage floor. It was somewhat embarrassing to wear, as it barely covered up my chest and I would have to enter the common area like this. I slightly hoped Jane had ended up wearing a robe too, so I could check out her rack, but only then did I realize that during my time in the men’s showers Jane didn’t cross my mind at all.
We couldn’t find the girls in the common area cluttered with people sleeping in the dim light, and we had to tiptoe around people’s heads and feet just to get our sleeping mats and pillows. There wasn’t a single open space in the room for us to sleep, and the woman handing out pillows pointed at the ceiling, indicating we should return to the floor above. The last few stragglers making their way out of the showers had to sleep in the locker rooms. Even though we wouldn’t be able to sleep next to the girls, I was somewhat excited by the notion of sleeping right around the corner from the showers, where Julian and I had plenty of space and privacy to talk until late at night. Once we were lying down and the lights were turned off, we only had the dim light of the shower room around the corner and an emergency exit sign to light up the space.
After an hour or so, the other guys on the far end of the locker room were snoring away, and Julian and I were beginning to tire out and reach longer lulls in our conversation. It was muggy and hot in the locker room, and as we talked about nothing of significance, he lightly grazed his hands across his chest. Eventually he spread his robe apart and allowed himself to remain fully exposed right in front of me. I was so struck by his bold attitude for being naked, a bit turned on by it even. And now, in the safety of the darkness, he couldn’t know how long I stared at his crotch. The warmth of the room and mild attention from his hand had caused his dick to swell up to an impressive size. I wanted to touch it, to see it fully erect. And the fragrance on his skin still smelled delightful, inviting me to feel its softness. I had never thought of any man this way, but in the surreal world of the jimjilbang I decided to just let these thoughts be free, to see where they would take the remainder of the night.
“It’s definitely hot in here,” I said in a low voice, then untied my robe and spread it apart like his. That’s what I meant to do anyway, but suddenly my instincts drove me to shed the robe completely, and I tossed it over him. He immediately took his off as well, without the slightest awkward laugh. Certainly he seemed to be thinking about what I had been thinking about, but neither of us dared to push the other into discomfort.
So we lay there side by side, completely naked and pretending it was normal, until he said, “I can’t fall asleep.”
“Me neither.”
“Want to hang out in the sauna? It’s probably still on.”
“Okay.”
We tiptoed past all the dimly lit sleepers, back into the shower room, which was now completely empty and only disturbed by the sounds of a couple of faucets dripping in the distance. I couldn’t figure out what his motivation for walking back in the shower was; I couldn’t even figure out my own, but my heart thumped as we re-entered the light in the sauna room and I could look at Julian’s body again. He graciously returned the glare as he settled onto the moist, wooden bench. I remained standing in front of him, reviewing the night in my mind—how often he had smiled my way, how he had asked if I wanted him to scrub me, how he applied fragrant oils to his skin, how he never once indicated he wanted a barrier between us. Maybe he was gay, or just wanted to try my body out, as I was beginning to think more about touching his.
And I could see now that he was going to take the lead from here. We were silent in the sauna, and Julian began lightly tugging the thick foreskin of his cock back and forth while his eyes remained locked on me. The sight sent an electric wave through my body, and my dick also began to grow hard.
“What are we doing?” I asked.
“Just relaxing,” he said confidently. “Showing off our cocks to each other. After all, we’ve seen them soft too often tonight. Come on, let me see what yours looks like when it’s hard.”
“Okay,” I squeezed the word from my throat.
I barely had to stroke my cock to finish filling it out, as the tension between us had me swelling, taken over by curiosity for a new experience and the excitement of all that was taboo about this. My blood pumping, along with the thick heat of the room, made sweat cover my body, and the nectar that began to ooze from the tip of my cock helped my hand glide with ease. We remained silent, except for some light breathing.
“Yours can get quite big,” he said.
“Not as big as yours.”
“Still, you have a good looking cock, Tim.”
“Oh…thanks.”
Just when I thought he was about to make his final move and wrap one of his hands around me, suddenly he straightened up and placed his hands flat on the bench. “So. You said you might consider getting a scrub-down your next time in here. Well, this is technically your second time entering the shower.”
“Okay,” I said, still with a lump in my throat.
We walked across the shower room, both still rock hard. If one of the men in the locker room had decided in that moment he could go for a rinse off, he would have stumbled across two men who were obviously about to rub each other off, or more. The scrubbing area was around a bend in the room, and it was unlikely for anyone to come in at this hour, but still there was a chance we’d be caught, which made this moment all the more thrilling.
Julian instructed me to sit in the front chair and retrieved from a bucket a brush with soft bristles that spanned the length of my shoulders. This was the brush used to prepare the skin for a more thorough cleanse. After that it got rough. He dipped a small brush into a bucket of thick suds and began the actual scrub-down. At first the bristles scratched quite roughly, but my skin seemed to tighten up and adjust to the pressure—that or my nerves were starting to go numb. Either way, I began to enjoy having the feeling of an intense massage spread across my back, and it left a lingering warmth and freshness on my skin. I leaned forward so that he could reach my lower back, all the way down to the top of my ass, then he rinsed the soap and I thought we were done, or that it was my turn to scrub him.
But he kept going, reaching forth to scrub each of my arms and legs with the same amount of rigor. All the while, my cock remained rock hard, awaiting the moment when we would cross that final boundary. He stood up and hovered so closely over my body as he scrubbed that I could feel the heat emanating off his body. I may have even felt the tip of his cock graze my shoulder as he walked around to my front side. Indeed, his cock remained as hard as mine, and I enjoyed seeing it wiggle around as he worked to scrub my chest, stomach, and finally my inner thighs. The blood in my crotch burned so intensely that I thought I might explode into an orgasm right that moment, which would have been embarrassing, because Julian’s face was down there, and he hadn’t even touched me in that way yet.
Finally he did, without mention or a slight moment of eye contact. He rinsed the soap away and wrapped his free hand around my cock with a strong grip, squeezing out the nectar that had built up in it, then he made long and slow strokes that left me almost gasping. I leaned back, pushing my crotch further out, and spread my legs to let him know I wanted it. His hands were smooth and still oily. The rhythm he applied to my cock was unfamiliar, but unlike the lost and fumbling touch of a woman, he knew every precise way to twist and pull on the head of my cock, and within a minute a massive orgasm surged forth.
All I could manage to let him know was a whisper of, “Oh yeah.”
He sped up his hands in response, and a hot load exploded out of me onto the floor, some landing on his hands and legs.
I wasn’t sure what to do next, if I was supposed to get him off, or let him keep leading me, so I waited. We took a moment to cool down. He sat down behind me again and massaged my shoulders, asking if I enjoyed that and saying we could go back to the locker room if I was ready. I said no, that I wanted him to get as much pleasure out of this as I did.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes.” I paused, then, “This is fun.”
“Okay.”
He continued to massage me for a while, then pulled on one of my arms, encouraging me to stand up. He pulled me toward him, then stroked his cock for a moment, gathering his pre-cum to the tip. Only then did I realize my gay experience was about to take quite the leap, and I didn’t hesitate at all. In fact, I felt thrilled to know I was about to go all the way, and without needing him to encourage me further, I turned around and gave my ass to him, let him guide it down to his hot and slick cock. The remnants of my jizz had dripped down to the bottom of my balls, and he used the tip of his cock to spread it around my asshole. He was able to start slow and work his way deep into me. The heat lingering me from our moment in the sauna had me feeling loose and flexible. My thighs settled comfortably around his, and soon I was moving to the pace he dictated with his hands press into my sides.
I had reached the zenith of the surreal jimjilbang world, where I was getting fucked in the ass by a manly foreign man and loving every second of it. The pressure of his cock deep inside me and the thrill of being the one getting fucked made my own cock begin to sprout up again. I leaned back into his chest, gathering more contact with his thick and moist skin. He returned the gesture by wrapping an arm around my stomach and pulling me into him. When my cock grew fully erect, he jacked me off while still fucking me with long, controlled thrusts. My crotch and ass had never felt so much stimulation at one time. I knew I would want this again. Then again and again—as often as I could find such an incredible sensation.
The warmth of a second orgasm built in me, and I gasped a few times to subtly hint at Julian that I was about to cum. He slowed his thrusts and focused on jerking me well, to help me shoot another hot load even further out onto the floor. What a gracious pleasure giver Julian was. After that he returned to rapidly thrusting deep inside me until he injected an incredible load of his own into my ass.
We remained in the chair, and I went completely limp in the blanketing width of his body. “Wow,” I said, then lifted myself off him. I was ready to rinse off and get some sleep. We made eye contact for the first time since being in the sauna, and he smiled in agreement.
“Wow indeed,” he whispered.
We returned to the floor of the locker room, where we could hold off the dawn that would return us to the normal world for a little while longer. The next day I would hang out with Jane again and maybe not lust after her any longer, or maybe I would with a newfound fervor. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about her now, and I didn’t much care. I was open to any experience that would come my way while in this country, and I had a feeling my sex life was about to run to many more wild, incredible places.
We made the trip down to Busan, Korea’s second largest city located on the southern tip of the peninsula, with a fantastic beachfront. There was no better time of the year to visit than now, for the yearly Sand Art Festival. Jane insisted that when we arrived we had to start off with a hike up Jangsan Mountain, to get a full view of the city. I didn’t regret that in the least, as it gave me plenty of opportunity to stare at the girls in their tight athletic clothes when trekking from behind.
Jane was the girl I mostly had my eyes on. She was my coworker, which I knew was a dance with fire if I wanted to date her, but I planned to test this out slowly. When I had first arrived in the country and set eyes on her beautiful blonde hair and cherry cheeks, I had no thought of dating her. I knew then that she was out of my league. Now, though, I had gained the confidence to put forth more of a bold personality when we talked during our long Saturday grading hours at the school. She was 27; I was 28. Our hometowns back in the States were only about nine hours away from each other. So…maybe—just maybe—I had a shot with her, even though she had tons of other friends and seemed to have dating prospects all around the country.
Da Bin had been friends with Jane since they met in America, when Da Bin was studying abroad. Even though she was almost 30, she looked to be 20, and had quite a nice petite body to check out too. As the temperature and the long hike made us all work up a sweat, the girls took off their tank tops, bearing only their sports bras and super-short shorts. When we made it to the summit, we found a flat rock to sit on while we ate a late lunch. I was hanging out with two beautiful women, feeling like I was on top of the world. At least I was on top of Busan, on a sunny afternoon in early June. Nothing could make this trip better.
But Jane texting one of her friends who had planned to meet up with us could definitely bring some rain clouds in. Of course it was a guy friend, some guy named Julian. As we made our descent down the trails, Jane did most of the talking, and it was mostly about Julian—a businessman from Spain who came to Korea frequently for one or two months at a time. When she said the words, “He’s one of those guys that I just can’t figure out all the way,” then I knew for sure I’d be overshadowed by this guy.
I wasn’t too disappointed, as my chances with Jane were slim anyways, and when we met up with Julian at the beach, he turned out to be a nice and charming guy who didn’t suck up all the attention from the girls. He turned a lot of the conversation onto me, asking why I chose Korea and how I was liking my experience there, as we walked the length of the Sand Art Festival to see the fantastic sculptures that the teams had spent hours crafting. I could see why Jane liked him. Not only was he genuinely nice and charming, but he had the body of a soccer player, standing over six feet tall, with olive skin and just a hint of a Spanish accent. He looked to be in his early 30s, and from his talk of visiting Korea and Argentina on various business trips, he probably held a pretty high profile job too.
So my hopes of getting anywhere with Jane were dampened, at least until Julian took off to go back to Spain, whenever that would be. But we still had a lively time as a group of four at a late bar-b-cue place, complete with a couple hours of drinking soju and letting our conversation turn more spontaneous, a bit delirious, but mostly fun. We sat on an outdoor deck with a view of the beach and a well-lit sky, a scene that made it easy for the hours to slip by. When I looked at my phone, I realized it was already midnight, and we had yet to figure out where we were staying for the night, at least that’s what I thought.
“Where are we sleeping tonight, anyways?” I asked.
“We’re going to the Lotus Jimjilbang,” Jane said.
“The what?” I asked. “What’s a jimjilbang?”
She smirked slightly. “Didn’t I tell you about this? It’s where you go and have yourself a nice, public shower, complete with other strange naked men all around you. And then hang out in the sauna for a while, maybe scrub each other’s backs, then sleep on mats in the lounge room.”
“So it’s one, big massive shower room. Boys and girls are separate?”
“Of course boys’ and girls’ showers are on separate floors. But everyone sleeps on the same floor. And it’s super cheap to stay there. Besides, all the hostels are booked for this sand festival.”
“So, Julian and I will…” I looked at him, trying not to appear nervous.
“What?” He shouted sarcastically. “You don’t want to shower right next to me?”
Jane laughed. “You don’t have to shower right next to each other. There’s plenty of space in there—and lots of hot tubs too. It’s a nice place to relax in. Trust me, after a long day of sweating and eating all this grub, you’ll like it.”
“Well we better go now, shouldn’t we?” I asked. “Isn’t it going to close soon?”
“No, they’re open all night. It might be pretty full, but they’ll have room for us somewhere. They always do.”
Julian patted my back. “So relax, man. We’re still having a fun night out. And if you’re nervous about your first time in a jimjilbang, have enough drinks until you’re not!”
That I did. Three bottles of soju later, I was somewhat curious, maybe even excited about the whole idea of being naked in a semi-public space, though there wouldn’t be any eye candy to look at. And with the crust of dried sweat still on my skin, I desperately wanted to shower.
The jimjilbang was decorated like a luxurious hotel resort, with a somewhat complicated process of having to put your shoes in a locker downstairs then head up to another set of lockers outside the showers, where you disrobe. If I didn’t have Julian there to guide me through it, I would have been afraid that I’d take my clothes off at the wrong time, and the staff would be weirded out by me.
But when Julian and I rounded the corner of the stairs, heading up to the men’s shower floor, I saw that there weren’t really any customs as to where clothes should be worn or carried. Involuntarily, I took in my first sight of nudity, as two men walked right past us to their lockers. Right behind them were two fully clothed guys who looked to be our age. It was definitely a strange place where the people were much more comfortable with themselves than Americans could ever be.
There were three sections of the floor: lockers, shower and sauna, and the drying off area. The only rule was that anyone going into the showers had to be completely naked—no bathing suits allowed, because it was believed that the materials in bathing suits might taint the purity of the water in the hot tubs.
Julian and I got to our lockers, and I hesitated a moment, then looked at him. “So…is this where we do it?” I asked him.
“Yep. Go ahead.”
The clothes came off. I made my motions as casually as possible, staring straight into the grey locker in front of my face. Julian wasn’t quite as perturbed by our nudity. When I slipped my pants down, he said, “There you go!” and he slapped my ass. A minute later, we were showering within two feet of each other. I had figured Julian and I would shower in separate corners, but he followed me to my individual shower head and turned on the one right next to me. We were in a spacious area that was mostly empty, as it was pushing 2:00 in the morning. But even so, there were at least 15 other men using the showers or chatting in the hot tubs, which was more people than I had expected.
Pretty soon, the nakedness wasn’t weird for me, and I even caught a few glances of Julian when he turned his back to the stream of water. I found myself wanting to stare at his body. I had never even considered myself bisexual, but I guess I could appreciate a good looking man as much as a woman can, and Julian had those traits. He was leaner than I had imagined, and he didn’t have a single visible hair on his body, other than his eyebrows and the stubble around his chin and scalp. He definitely liked to keep a neat and trim body, which I oddly admired.
When he turned around again, I caught a glimpse of his fully sleeved cock, hanging low, and his tight ball sac—a nice package. We made eye contact, and I knew he caught me looking, but in my drunken state, I didn’t care. He didn’t either, and I saw him reciprocate with a long glare at what I had to show.
“Shall we hang out in the hot tubs?” He asked. “The girls said they’re going to have a long shower. We might as well do the same.”
“Sure,” I said.
I wasn’t in a hurry to get out of there. Though I wasn’t quite comfortable with exploring everything in the shower room. When we settled into the hot tub, I saw around the corner several pairs of large plastic seats and small detachable showerheads placed between each pair.
“What’s that area?” I asked Julian.
“That’s the scrub-down section,” he said with a cheeky smile. “The men don’t use it like the women do. One guy is supposed to sit in front while someone else scrubs his back, arms and legs with a huge brush. It’s a great experience actually—deep exfoliation. You want to try it?”
I hesitated a while, then shook my head. The idea of us scrubbing each other while a few random men passed through seemed too awkward. “Maybe next time I pass through one of these places.”
“Understandable,” he said.
We finished a long soak in one of the mild temperature hot tubs and retrieved some towels from the rack, then exited to the drying room, which was like a large bathroom with 15 sinks and mirrors along the walls. All around us were naked men shaving their faces, tending to their hair, or simply admiring their freshly clean bodies in the mirror. A laminated sign in the corner said in both Korean and English: ‘Air dryers are for head only!’ which suggested a few too many guys in this room had indulged in blowing warm air on their cocks and making the staff uncomfortable. Julian seemed to have his own post-showering routine, as he flexed his arms and legs a few times and began applying some kind of strange oil to his face and chest.
In that moment, because I was doing nothing but waiting for Julian, and also because I had a massive mirror in front of me, I felt quite self-conscious about being naked in a semi-public space. Instead of sneaking another peak at Julian, I took a moment to admire my own body and appreciate how surreal this moment was in comparison to my normal life. The oil Julian was rubbing on his body smelled fantastic. I asked him what it was, and he said it was a mixture of tea tree, Jojoba, and lavender oils—a powerful skincare treatment that he used every other day. That explained why his skin was in such great condition. For being such a muscular man, he seemed to have quite an effeminate and high-maintenance side to him. I watched him rub a handful of oil over his cock and down his legs. Again he caught me staring at him, but just smiled in response. “You want to put some of this on?” he asked.
I passed on the offer, and we proceeded back into the locker room where we had to dress in the jimjilbang’s nightwear. The place had been so overbooked that there were no shirts and pants left in the clean laundry. Instead, we were given a couple of thin bathrobes that the clients wear on their way up to the massage floor. It was somewhat embarrassing to wear, as it barely covered up my chest and I would have to enter the common area like this. I slightly hoped Jane had ended up wearing a robe too, so I could check out her rack, but only then did I realize that during my time in the men’s showers Jane didn’t cross my mind at all.
We couldn’t find the girls in the common area cluttered with people sleeping in the dim light, and we had to tiptoe around people’s heads and feet just to get our sleeping mats and pillows. There wasn’t a single open space in the room for us to sleep, and the woman handing out pillows pointed at the ceiling, indicating we should return to the floor above. The last few stragglers making their way out of the showers had to sleep in the locker rooms. Even though we wouldn’t be able to sleep next to the girls, I was somewhat excited by the notion of sleeping right around the corner from the showers, where Julian and I had plenty of space and privacy to talk until late at night. Once we were lying down and the lights were turned off, we only had the dim light of the shower room around the corner and an emergency exit sign to light up the space.
After an hour or so, the other guys on the far end of the locker room were snoring away, and Julian and I were beginning to tire out and reach longer lulls in our conversation. It was muggy and hot in the locker room, and as we talked about nothing of significance, he lightly grazed his hands across his chest. Eventually he spread his robe apart and allowed himself to remain fully exposed right in front of me. I was so struck by his bold attitude for being naked, a bit turned on by it even. And now, in the safety of the darkness, he couldn’t know how long I stared at his crotch. The warmth of the room and mild attention from his hand had caused his dick to swell up to an impressive size. I wanted to touch it, to see it fully erect. And the fragrance on his skin still smelled delightful, inviting me to feel its softness. I had never thought of any man this way, but in the surreal world of the jimjilbang I decided to just let these thoughts be free, to see where they would take the remainder of the night.
“It’s definitely hot in here,” I said in a low voice, then untied my robe and spread it apart like his. That’s what I meant to do anyway, but suddenly my instincts drove me to shed the robe completely, and I tossed it over him. He immediately took his off as well, without the slightest awkward laugh. Certainly he seemed to be thinking about what I had been thinking about, but neither of us dared to push the other into discomfort.
So we lay there side by side, completely naked and pretending it was normal, until he said, “I can’t fall asleep.”
“Me neither.”
“Want to hang out in the sauna? It’s probably still on.”
“Okay.”
We tiptoed past all the dimly lit sleepers, back into the shower room, which was now completely empty and only disturbed by the sounds of a couple of faucets dripping in the distance. I couldn’t figure out what his motivation for walking back in the shower was; I couldn’t even figure out my own, but my heart thumped as we re-entered the light in the sauna room and I could look at Julian’s body again. He graciously returned the glare as he settled onto the moist, wooden bench. I remained standing in front of him, reviewing the night in my mind—how often he had smiled my way, how he had asked if I wanted him to scrub me, how he applied fragrant oils to his skin, how he never once indicated he wanted a barrier between us. Maybe he was gay, or just wanted to try my body out, as I was beginning to think more about touching his.
And I could see now that he was going to take the lead from here. We were silent in the sauna, and Julian began lightly tugging the thick foreskin of his cock back and forth while his eyes remained locked on me. The sight sent an electric wave through my body, and my dick also began to grow hard.
“What are we doing?” I asked.
“Just relaxing,” he said confidently. “Showing off our cocks to each other. After all, we’ve seen them soft too often tonight. Come on, let me see what yours looks like when it’s hard.”
“Okay,” I squeezed the word from my throat.
I barely had to stroke my cock to finish filling it out, as the tension between us had me swelling, taken over by curiosity for a new experience and the excitement of all that was taboo about this. My blood pumping, along with the thick heat of the room, made sweat cover my body, and the nectar that began to ooze from the tip of my cock helped my hand glide with ease. We remained silent, except for some light breathing.
“Yours can get quite big,” he said.
“Not as big as yours.”
“Still, you have a good looking cock, Tim.”
“Oh…thanks.”
Just when I thought he was about to make his final move and wrap one of his hands around me, suddenly he straightened up and placed his hands flat on the bench. “So. You said you might consider getting a scrub-down your next time in here. Well, this is technically your second time entering the shower.”
“Okay,” I said, still with a lump in my throat.
We walked across the shower room, both still rock hard. If one of the men in the locker room had decided in that moment he could go for a rinse off, he would have stumbled across two men who were obviously about to rub each other off, or more. The scrubbing area was around a bend in the room, and it was unlikely for anyone to come in at this hour, but still there was a chance we’d be caught, which made this moment all the more thrilling.
Julian instructed me to sit in the front chair and retrieved from a bucket a brush with soft bristles that spanned the length of my shoulders. This was the brush used to prepare the skin for a more thorough cleanse. After that it got rough. He dipped a small brush into a bucket of thick suds and began the actual scrub-down. At first the bristles scratched quite roughly, but my skin seemed to tighten up and adjust to the pressure—that or my nerves were starting to go numb. Either way, I began to enjoy having the feeling of an intense massage spread across my back, and it left a lingering warmth and freshness on my skin. I leaned forward so that he could reach my lower back, all the way down to the top of my ass, then he rinsed the soap and I thought we were done, or that it was my turn to scrub him.
But he kept going, reaching forth to scrub each of my arms and legs with the same amount of rigor. All the while, my cock remained rock hard, awaiting the moment when we would cross that final boundary. He stood up and hovered so closely over my body as he scrubbed that I could feel the heat emanating off his body. I may have even felt the tip of his cock graze my shoulder as he walked around to my front side. Indeed, his cock remained as hard as mine, and I enjoyed seeing it wiggle around as he worked to scrub my chest, stomach, and finally my inner thighs. The blood in my crotch burned so intensely that I thought I might explode into an orgasm right that moment, which would have been embarrassing, because Julian’s face was down there, and he hadn’t even touched me in that way yet.
Finally he did, without mention or a slight moment of eye contact. He rinsed the soap away and wrapped his free hand around my cock with a strong grip, squeezing out the nectar that had built up in it, then he made long and slow strokes that left me almost gasping. I leaned back, pushing my crotch further out, and spread my legs to let him know I wanted it. His hands were smooth and still oily. The rhythm he applied to my cock was unfamiliar, but unlike the lost and fumbling touch of a woman, he knew every precise way to twist and pull on the head of my cock, and within a minute a massive orgasm surged forth.
All I could manage to let him know was a whisper of, “Oh yeah.”
He sped up his hands in response, and a hot load exploded out of me onto the floor, some landing on his hands and legs.
I wasn’t sure what to do next, if I was supposed to get him off, or let him keep leading me, so I waited. We took a moment to cool down. He sat down behind me again and massaged my shoulders, asking if I enjoyed that and saying we could go back to the locker room if I was ready. I said no, that I wanted him to get as much pleasure out of this as I did.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes.” I paused, then, “This is fun.”
“Okay.”
He continued to massage me for a while, then pulled on one of my arms, encouraging me to stand up. He pulled me toward him, then stroked his cock for a moment, gathering his pre-cum to the tip. Only then did I realize my gay experience was about to take quite the leap, and I didn’t hesitate at all. In fact, I felt thrilled to know I was about to go all the way, and without needing him to encourage me further, I turned around and gave my ass to him, let him guide it down to his hot and slick cock. The remnants of my jizz had dripped down to the bottom of my balls, and he used the tip of his cock to spread it around my asshole. He was able to start slow and work his way deep into me. The heat lingering me from our moment in the sauna had me feeling loose and flexible. My thighs settled comfortably around his, and soon I was moving to the pace he dictated with his hands press into my sides.
I had reached the zenith of the surreal jimjilbang world, where I was getting fucked in the ass by a manly foreign man and loving every second of it. The pressure of his cock deep inside me and the thrill of being the one getting fucked made my own cock begin to sprout up again. I leaned back into his chest, gathering more contact with his thick and moist skin. He returned the gesture by wrapping an arm around my stomach and pulling me into him. When my cock grew fully erect, he jacked me off while still fucking me with long, controlled thrusts. My crotch and ass had never felt so much stimulation at one time. I knew I would want this again. Then again and again—as often as I could find such an incredible sensation.
The warmth of a second orgasm built in me, and I gasped a few times to subtly hint at Julian that I was about to cum. He slowed his thrusts and focused on jerking me well, to help me shoot another hot load even further out onto the floor. What a gracious pleasure giver Julian was. After that he returned to rapidly thrusting deep inside me until he injected an incredible load of his own into my ass.
We remained in the chair, and I went completely limp in the blanketing width of his body. “Wow,” I said, then lifted myself off him. I was ready to rinse off and get some sleep. We made eye contact for the first time since being in the sauna, and he smiled in agreement.
“Wow indeed,” he whispered.
We returned to the floor of the locker room, where we could hold off the dawn that would return us to the normal world for a little while longer. The next day I would hang out with Jane again and maybe not lust after her any longer, or maybe I would with a newfound fervor. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about her now, and I didn’t much care. I was open to any experience that would come my way while in this country, and I had a feeling my sex life was about to run to many more wild, incredible places.
Miracle
- 11.11.2020
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