Yeah, there’s going to be a fourth. Besides being (99% of the time) a great relaxing day they can be (1% of the time) hysterical … to me, and hopefully to you.
While I’ve had some rocking days here at Hadafewbeers.com (thanks for all the Facebook shares by the way) where there were TONS of daily hits … the series about being naked in a German sauna still gets a lot of hits every damn day. While ‘Merica, F’yah generated a lot of hits the sauna stories continually get hits albeit in smaller numbers . On days, hell weeks, I don’t post … in the search terms that word press provides on the stats page, German sauna is still the strongest, all around, hit generator.
Which leads me to believe there’s a lot of perverts reading this, awesome.
Last time I posted on the topic I promised the following in this update.
Gay man hits on me in the sauna and the same gay man hits on me later story follow up.
What happens exactly when the whole place goes nude.
Yes, Dagmar, okay I was looking at those girls cause they were hot
The Pee-Pee Patrol
Sailor man’s penis
We’ll get to the first three this time and the last four next time … I’ll even add in a bonus, what happens when you meet a fellow American at the sauna.
Finally Dagmar and I have gone to the sauna I’m betting a few hundred times and these are the exception not the rule to the place. If you’re ever in Europe and thinking of hitting a traditional European sauna nothing like this will happen to you, but if it does tell me all about it.
So here we go.
Gay man hits on me in the sauna and the same gay man hits on me later story follow-up.
This is the funniest trip to the sauna and also it’s the one that makes Dagmar cry with laughter whenever it comes up in conversation. Gay men have from time to time, since I was like 13 or some shit, hit on me. Dagmar finds every single instance extremely funny and I hate her for it.
Fuck you Dagmar it’s NOT funny!
Okay it’s pretty funny.
As I think I explained in a previous post at most big sauna’s there are sauna meisters and they, every hour or at the really big ones every half hour, run a special sauna where you rub honey on your naked flesh, rub salt on your naked flesh or for all I know somewhere in northern Germany there is a ‘smack yourself in the face with a dead fish’ sauna. Point is there are special saunas, you have to get there early because they get VERY, in a way that capital letters cannot convey, crowded.
By the time the sauna doors are closed you are packed in like sardines, naked sardines and I don’t know of any other kind. Literally you are squeezed into your space on the sauna bleachers desperately trying not to make skin to skin contact with anyone you aren’t married to.
So this particular sauna was a salt sauna, where you sweat your balls off and then rub salt all over your skin because according to Germany evolution didn’t allow us to shed dead skin cells effectively enough and we need the help of salt. Alternatively my skin feels really smooth and soft after this particular sauna which is why dudes think I’m gay a lot. It’s a lose, lose situation … point is I like the salt sauna.
‘Get to the fucking point’ I can hear you all saying and ‘FUCK you’ is my reply. You get hit on by a gay man while you’re nude with your WIFE LITERALLY glued to your side and then YOU talk about it in a humorous manner.
Okay so during the salt sauna, when you’re rigorously rubbing rock salt all over your body you, and I’m sure you figured it out, can’t do your back. That’s okay though I have Dagmar to do mine and I do hers.
Then it happened.
I speak enough German to order a beer and to prove I don’t speak German. What I mean is, I don’t speak German.
The man next to me wanted me to rub the rock salt on his back. I was naïve enough to, at the time, rationalize this in my
head. There are, I assume, plenty of gay saunas in Germany … anyone that was looking for gay sex would never come to these huge, mixed gender saunas looking for gay sex. To this point in my, I guess then 3 years in Germany, I knew the Germans to be fanatical rule followers and I honestly assumed this was another German dedicated to the health benefits of the sauna.
Still though there was the twinkle in his eye. Never ignore a fucking twinkle folks, never.
I rubbed that salt into his back with the vigor of a German. “Do a good job,” I told myself. Work that upper back, scrub the middle back and damn it son don’t skimp on the salt, use some of yours if you have too.
I introduce him to Dagmar shortly thereafter because even I, with the gay radar of a dead raccoon, am starting to get it. I believe he told Dagmar at this point, “You are married to a beautiful man”.
Okay fuck …
Dagmar laughing her exposed boobs off the entire time.
The sauna ends and I think nothing of this episode, other than glad that’s over. She and I exit and shower. She now has wonderfully smooth skin. I now have wonderfully smooth skin and a wife that is in hysterics laughing at me.
Outside of the main sauna area there are, in the summer time, numerous lounge chairs. I mean we all love a cancerous tan right? I do …
As Dagmar and I sunned ourselves, au natural, mister “you are a beautiful man” came back. To again assure Dagmar that she was still married to a beautiful man.
What happens exactly when the whole place goes nude.
What happens when the whole place goes nude is the best, if only, transition to three erections. It’s also telling me this is a four or five part update, not just a three part.
Remember that as soon as the Sauna opens until it closes, most days, there is a clothed part that consists of fun slides, wave pools, mineral baths and then there is the nude side that has, in addition to the sauna’s a large heated pool and a few other things like a massage area and a bar. These are separated by an imaginary line on the floor. Beyond that line everyone is naked, except when they are not. Which is usually. Outside of the sauna or the pool most everyone wears a towel or a robe.
Yeah there’s always some naked dude or 80-year-old woman that’s just said, “fuck it, no one is checking me out anyway,” but generally, everyone wears something.
At approximately 6:55 p.m. though, on the clothed side there’s an announcement over the intercom that I think says “hey clothed people the naked weirdos are about to come over to the clothed side of the place so flee if you want to,” or something like that. And then it just sort of happens, some people leave, some strip, others stray in from the sauna side and by 7:15 it’s a done deal.
Not that exciting except it leads directly to three erections which, I at least, found hysterical.
Again even after 7 p.m. most of the people who are still there remain wrapped in a towel or robe when not swimming or laying in the sun (in the summer it stay light here until almost 10 p.m.).
I don’t remember what time of the evening it was but it was just after the whole place went nude. While having a cigarette (outdoors – near the snack bar) during one of our trips I noticed three 15 or 16-year-old males seated at a small circular table yelling at each other and apparently masturbating. Yeah, masturbating …
Now before you close your browser and draft an email where you call me gay and/or a disgusting liar hear me out. The three were seated at the table in such a way that they couldn’t see what the other was doing, though it was painfully obvious and the fact that they were yelling at each other made it a train wreck that I could not turn away from.
I should have stamped my cigarette out, fled the German sauna world forever and immediately entered therapy but I was baffled and wanted to see what the fuck they were going to do.
Besides the obvious I mean.
And the yelling? It seemed like encouragement but I have no clue what they were saying because again I don’t speak German but who the HELL encourages their other friends while they are … I know, I know get to the point.
What these three adolescent masterminds had in mind was this. At a certain point in the, literal mind you, circle jerk they stood up, boner all a-poppin and marched directly through main area in what I guess was an attempt to scandalize the masses and or get a ‘rise’ out of my gay friend in the salt sauna. Prank wise I think it’s a 4 out of ten. Balls though? You bet.