Note - this is really more a bisexual perspective, but the site lacks that category Stories tell only a part, written or spoken. This is the story first heard by wife, now shared, of a recent bathhouse experience. And though the events occurred in a straight line, they didn't feel that way at the time, making the recounting of them become a series of disc...
My name is Bill Hawley. I thought I was a happily married man of 10 years! And yet I had these urges to suck cock and get fucked by a hot stud, black or white. At this point you may be asking why. A little background information is in order. My wife Marie periodically goes on business trips and is gone for up to a week at a time. A man can get very bored an...
The motorcycle's age has led to the necessity of rebuilding its motor. Something also leading to picking up parts at the dealer, which is quite near the bathhouse. Arriving at the sauna just as it opened on a Wednesday, it was not very full. Though full enough to have another man at the Internet PC just as I rose with my beer. Prompting me to sit back down,...
The last two visits share a certain thread, one that is irresistible. Indulging in the sort of decadent fun associated with visiting a bathhouse, being anally pleasured in public. There are different varieties of anal delights, but it is unusual to experience them twice in a row. The first extended session involved the porn room, sitting on the top tier, s...
My other recent bathhouse travel experience was to a male only sauna in a much larger and more international city considerably north of where we live. I had read about it on the net, and after doing a bit of something resembling research, had a grasp of changed details within a familiar setting. Like fees for private rooms - the sort of spaces freely availa...
Since that first extraordinary visit to a bathhouse, following decades of fantasizing about what happens there, I have fallen in love with having sex in a nearby male only sauna. There are still fantasies not fulfilled, but the actual experiences continue to be deliciously surprising - and extremely enticing. The baths are a place of freedom, starting with t...
I was named for Saint Francis but preferred my middle name, James or Jimmy. I won't give the location. It was a bathhouse California. I'm a gay man fighting to control myself, but I was not able to that afternoon. I was twenty miles from the seminary. I stopped for gas and saw a sign, "Bathhouse." I've known since my mid-twenties that I am gay, many priests...
"That's one sweet ass. You are one sexy piece of ass." "I can sing too, and will look good in front of your band," I said, trying to keep the focus on why I was there, in the sleazy hotel room, tinted red by the "O" and the "L" of the flashing neon sign just outside the window. I wondered if he could hear the pain in my voice, although chances were that he...
Different visits have different rhythms and different interactions, and this visit seemed to be straddling an unusual line. Sometimes, there is a strange aloofness in the air, with nothing much sparking even as the baths get increasingly crowded. Generally, avoiding getting caught in such periods is avoidable, but it does happen. The start of the visit ha...
I was at work one day when I heard a couple of co-workers talking. They were joking about a bathhouse that was in the town I lived in. I know they were making fun of those who frequented this place. It got me thinking. I had been having thoughts about men lately. I wondered what it would be like to have man sex. I got the courage up one Saturday evening and...