Saturday night,
I feel the air is getting hotLike you babyI'll make you mine
you know I'll take you to the topI'll drive you crazySaturday night, dance,
I like the way you movePretty babyIt's party time
and not one minute we can loseBe my babyIf those of you who are old enough to remember the Whigfield hit "Saturday Night" from the mid-90s, you'll probably be able to guess my age. In a way, the lyrics had a passing prophetic significance as to how last Saturday evening turned out for me.
My Saturday night started, like all other Saturday nights, with Saturday morning. That morning, a group of my colleagues had gone on a group tour to Freo via Houghton Wineries and the Caversham petting zoo which I declined to go on and I stayed on to roam the shops in the city centre. I'd previously roamed the shops in Cannington, Harbour Town and Subiaco since arriving on Thursday afternoon and by Saturday morning, was already quite sore from walking around the shops. However it was a pleasant stroll around the shops on Saturday and I managed to buy a few things, including an Bulgari tie.
I have a thing for Bulgari ties and if I had my way, all ties would be made like the ones by Bulgari. Most ties are lined with a different fabric from the one used on the outside, usually more plain and not as fancy but Bulgari uses the same fabric for the lining as for the outside and consequently, the entire tie is made of a single piece of silk. It's a pleasure to hold in your hands, as much as it is a pleasure to tie around your neck. If only I could wear silk next to my skin every day!
But I digress. The point I was trying to make was all that walking around the shops over the last few days had made me feel quite tired and sore. I was supposed to meet up with C dinner and then drinks at a gay bar afterwards but something came up - family emergency so that was called off. Fortunately I had a Plan B. Work had organised a dinner at the Intercontinental at Burswood (where the casino is) and I went to that. It was an early dinner - things kicked off at 6pm and ended at 8pm. That left me most of Saturday night and I decided to check out the local wildlife in one of the all-boy spas.
I'd done my homework prior to leaving for Perth and I decided to go to
Perth Steam Works (the logo for which is featured at the top of this post. PSW isn't the most nicely decorated spa I've been to but it's cleaner than most and provides a suitable environment for the boys who go there to get what they want. I arrived at about 9pm and it was not very busy - strange for a Saturday night. It wasn't long before I'd found some action in the sauna. For a while there was some 3/4 way action going on but by the time I was satisfied, it was only the two of us.
Having been temporarily spent, I showered and decided to chill in the video room for a while until I was ready to go again. There was some crappy film in the video room - Coneheads - I think it was. I sat there for a while, half watching the film and half checking out the towel-clad boys walking about. After a sufficient period of rest, I wandered around the maze, was groped by a few men, gave a couple the glad eye (I'd seen them coming out of a cubicle with a third boy earlier - must have had a threesome) but there wasn't much action going on around as there weren't too many other boys about.
I went back to the sauna to see whether there was an action going on in there but there wasn't any. There was 1 boy sitting there whom I quite liked the look of earlier so I sat next to him (there was a distance of about half a metre between us) and tried to look cool (but not cold) despite the dry heat around us. I would occasionally make eye contact with him and I started to get the feeling that he might be interested in more than just sitting around. When he started touching his crotch, I knew that he was definitely interested and I let him know that I was too.
Soon our towels came off and he started sucking me. The sauna isn't really the best place for getting it off with someone and I suggested that we go to one of the private rooms. I won't go into the details but we spent more than 2 hours together and it was both emotionally and physically satisfying, unlike the previous encounter which was no doubt physically satisfying but quite emotionless. Other than the time I spent with J at Pleasuredrome, I've not come away from an encounter feeling the same way. Afterwards, we went out for a drink at the Brass Monkey where the Manchester United v Boro match was being shown on the obscene screen. I didn't know there were that many ManU supporters in Perth and when Kieran Richardson scored a goal in the opening minutes of the match, a huge cheer went up throughout the bar. As a Liverpool supporter, it was an incredibly annoying to watch.
Up until the time we got to the Brass Monkey, we still hadn't formally introduced ourselves. Which always strikes me as ironic as we'd just been physically intimate in a way that my boyfriend and I used to be (but not to the extent of having unprotected sex - I'd never do that on a first date - I'm not that sort of boy) and it was only when we were on our second drink that he told me his name - J2 (it also starts with J and I don't want to get you confused with J from Pleasuredrome). It turns out that it's his birthday today and he turns 23. He works in the construction industry but want's to give up what seems to be his very well-paid construction job (it's better than the money I got in my first year as a junior lawyer) for nursing. This means going to university (he's applied for and been accepted at Curtin for a nursing degree) for the next 4 years. Financially he'd be better of laying bricks but I think he want's to do something different with his life.
To J2, many happy returns and I hope you find the satisfaction and happines in a nursing career which you don't have in your current job. Our time together was special and I hope we keep in touch.
We said a lingering goodbye in the early hours of Sunday morning as he got ready to board his train to go home to Gosnells. But for the fact that there were transport police at the barrier to the train platform, I'm sure we would have stolen a goodbye-kiss/snog before he boarded the train. Even in Australia, well Perth at least, I'm not sure whether we could have been done for an obscenity offence as two boys snogging in public. I'm sure that during Mardi Gras in Sydney, the police are all cool with this sort of thing, not that I've been to Mardi Gras in Sydney (I suspect that there's more than just kissing going on in public but that's just my imagination) but Perth is a sleepy town compared to Sydney and much as I find men in uniform attractive (and fit, Australian men no less) and somtimes fantasise about them overpowering me and making me their bitch boy, actually getting arrested for having a gay kiss in public is definitely not a good career move.