In the cold grayness of winter, a bathhouse's lures are irresistible. The sliding hands and legs in the whirlpool, the warmth and full contact of the dark room, hits of rush in a porn cabin, the shared sweatiness of the steambath, soaping my hard cock at the public shower while looking at other men, wondering about who will be playing with who, so many poten...
I know that many people prefer reading fantasies to descriptions of reality, but these tales generally describe what happens, not to fulfill anyone's fantasies. On the other hand, as many know, hot sex at the bathhouse is often a matter of variety, not speed. Over years of visiting the baths, temptation has been something kept in check, at least in one area...
The weather mid-fall crisp and clear, parking just three car lengths from the entrance to the bathhouse almost precisely at 3pm, a full hour after the Saturday opening time, all good omens. Now, anticipation started growing into horny desire, considering how a month had passed since my last bathhouse visit. And it had been a year since my first visit - well,...
The music was unbelievably erotic, the pumping disco originally encountered in my youth, which gay sex venues have provided over decades, the lyrics and beat emphasizing the pure pleasure of my hard cock being jacked off by another man. I'd eaten a cannabis bon-bon a couple of hours ago, then enjoyed a couple of cold beers upstairs. Now, a stranger and I wer...
I was in the dark, helpless, his tongue unerringly returning to my wanting ass, providing the enveloping pleasure that he now knew I wouldn't, couldn't, resist. Each flick against my skin a gently cresting wave, pulling me back into the depths of his perfectly baited trap, propelled on a neverending current of primal satisfaction at the very core of my body....
This story has been edited by 'RedGirl'. It had been several weeks since I had tasted the taut flesh of an erect penis and I could think of nothing else but satisfying my sexual hunger. When I get in these cock-obsessed moods (which is quite often), there are generally two ways I search for potential partners. The internet is perhaps the most convenient wa...
This true account of the activities of a mature 50'ish guy continues from my first time at a bathhouse entitled The Making of a Real Bathhouse Slut. As I drove home from the bathhouse the first week I had a hundred different things going through my head, one of which was guilt. I quickly realized that after years of no sex with my wife there was really noth...
Riding home in the gorgeous afternoon fall sunlight, the smell of sex remained in my nose. This was the first time a man's intimate scent provided such a lovely reminder of going down on a willing partner. And the first time my ass felt so good, providing a new sensation of satisfied pleasure sitting on the bike. The last hour had been heavenly, finding a pa...
Two of the last three visits involved the further indulgence of a pleasure originally experienced after my first girlfriend read about rimming in the Gay Joy Of Sex. My first visit to the baths also involved getting deliciously rimmed in the darkroom, anchored to his skilled tongue, at times while going down on a third man. Surrendering myself to an ass lick...
I had been expertly seduced into cumming into and around his waiting hot hole, seduced by how good it felt to fuck a man without a condom. He had perfectly exploited two advantages - my sluttiness and his. It has been over a month since my last sauna visit, a much longer interval than usual over the last years of having sex with other men here. And it had on...