My first, memorable threesome was in that fancy gym in Bangkok where I had recently met who I called my Egyptian magician, who had seduced and initiated me. And the threesome was orchestrated by that Egyptian diplomat as well. He had been eyeing a military attaché from the Israeli embassy on the exercise floor—a man pushing his forties, built close to the ground but with long arms, almost simian in appearance but not unattractive; ropy muscles, swarthy, quite hirsute, particularly strong-looking legs, arms, and pecs, some interesting battle scars that made him distinctive in a dangerous, mysterious sort of way. He practiced a lot on the rings, and the way his muscles bulged during these exercises was very attracting.
The Egyptian propositioned the Israeli late one evening, who in turn said the one he really had his eye on at the gym was me. The Egyptian said I held myself aloof, but that he had had me, and if the Israeli arranged with the management for the three of us to stay past closing (which was a common occurrence at that gym—it was a male-male pickup joint), the Egyptian thought he could loosen me up for an approach by the Israeli, if the Israeli would accept a threesome. The Egyptian didn't really tell me any of this until after the fact.
The Egyptian and I were in the sauna, and he was kissing me and playing with my nipples with his hands, in preparation, I thought, for another massage treatment at his house later to end in a fuck. He was quite lithe and limber—not to mention inventive—that Egyptian, and I'd already become addicted to what his long, rather thin cock could do to me. The Israeli entered the sauna and sat on the bench across, but not too far away from us. I thought the Egyptian would break away from me then, as he usually did when another man entered the sauna. But he kept on kissing me and his hand went to rubbing my cock through the towel I had around my waist.
