This is part three of The Cycle Run, I hope you enjoy it. ***************** Our first night on remand was just awful. We hardly slept at all. We couldn't even be bothered to blow each other. All night long there was banging, shouting and blood curdling shrieks. It was frightening. They were shouting abuse at us. 'Cock suckers, you are going to get it, suc...
Club Orlando looked nice enough from the outside. On a quiet side street, a short drive from my hotel near the airport, the name and the building suggested a sports club, not the bath house that it is. From time to time, intermixed with a much larger library of gay fantasies, I'd imagined what it would be like to visit a bath house. My attraction to men ha...
I am bi and am in my mid-40s and I had a number of sexual encounters growing up. I became friends with a guy and we had sex numerous times and his cock was the only one that ever penetrated my booty hole. He had a nice cock and I became quite good at sucking it. Fast forward many years and the feeling of sucking a man's cock and getting fucked has never lef...
If you are looking to read these stories in order, for the most part, they are posted in order by date. This story is actually my second bi experience and my first MMM experience and is the follow on to "Bi Swingers Club Interview", if you would like to refresh yourself before reading this installment, I hope you EnjoyBoth. Also, I hope you enjoy it at least...
I sunk down lower into the bath, letting the warm water swirl over my face. I sat back up, wiping the water away from my face with my hands. I let out a contented sigh and leant back against the end of the bath, my eyes closed. Seconds later they were open again, watching as he came back into the bathroom, two bottles of beer in his hand. I looked at him, a...
Carl was enjoying the time he was spending with Mary. They would get together two or three times a week for hot steamy uninhibited wild sex. Mary had even fucked Carl with a dildo and a strap on. Carl was realizing it had been over 6 months since he had tasted a real cock or had one in him. He decided to go to the bath house about an hour's drive away. He s...
It was Sunday afternoon, either 3 or 4pm, depending on the clock or the body's experience, daylight savings time having disappeared overnight. Parking in front of the bathhouse turned out to be a more a matter of chance than normal, providing an indication of the number of men visiting it. Entering, it was more crowded than I have ever seen it, without any...
Standing in the back of the steamroom, finally enjoying myself properly, rubbing two strangers' hard cocks against each other, one of them jacking me off while the other played with my nipple. All of us were enjoying what was going on immensely, losing ourselves in simple pleasures at a male only sauna. We were a triangle of mutual lust, being satisfied by p...
For a variety of reasons, from weather to general scheduling, my last visit to the local baths was a couple of months ago. The last few days, with opportunity beckoning, my jacking off has become more focussed on various bathhouse delights. Including the forbidden, based on impossible to ignore reality. Basically, my fantasies have been turning ever more to...
Saturday morning saw me at Dundee railway station, walking my bicycle towards the large group of cyclists which had gathered beside the Tay road bridge. This was the weekend charity cycle from Dundee to Pitlochry and back, to raise funds for testicular cancer research. There were dozens of cyclist gathered, waiting for the cycle to start. This was going to...