Thursday provided a rare opportunity to spend an entire late afternoon at the bathhouse, before meeting my wife at a public mixed sauna at 7pm. I'd arrived a bit later than normal, but the number of visitors seemed small. Finishing my beer at the Internet PC, I'd noticed several men entering. Going downstairs, the whirlpool was empty, and the number of tow...
Jeremy reshouldered his bulky camera bag and wound his way to the back staircase that led to the basement of Wilson Hall. He had two hours free, and with luck the darkroom would be his alone during that time. He took a mostly forgotten stairway so he could avoid passing through the student publication offices. He wished that the basement didn't make him so...
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...
This is the second part of a recent bathhouse visit story. The first part describes taking my first pictures of group male sex, in a session lasting over an hour and involving 3 different men on camera. Following that extraordinary experience, I went downstairs to shower and have another beer. Returning to the bar is starting to become more common, especial...
Riding home in the deepening twilight, having spent considerably more time than intended inside the bathhouse, cock extremely sensitive, pressing against jeans while weaving through traffic. Though after years of experience, it is true that men are better cock suckers, they also have the potential disadvantage of whiskers. Not that one necessarily cares abou...
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...
Some visits start in paradise, and remain there. Arriving right at opening time on a gorgeous cloudless May Wednesday, I quickly undressed. Wrapping the towel while walking to the bar counter, I finished the customary glass of freshly poured beer, then headed upstairs. The upper floor seemed empty, except for a closed door at the last video booth. Walking...
'Another .. naughty .. oh yeah .. suck me .. so good .. so naughty.' Having just lazily lifted my head enough to look down my sprawled naked body, I saw men at both sides of my spread legs, the one to the left holding the base of my rigid cock, offering the other man the glistening rod. My head sank back as his lips returned, spreading his wet mouth slowly...
I arrived around opening, with maybe a half dozen men in front of me. A somewhat typical number I had thought, even if today was actually a holiday. After paying and entering the locker area (which has been expanded recently), the number of men was incredible - making me completely re-evaluate my earlier assumptions about the number of visitors. As so often...
A bathhouse steamroom likely remains the easiest place to have group sex with other men ever invented, and entering one often allows a visitor an opportunity to indulge in such addictive pleasures. Sunday afternoons at the local bathhouse can get quite crowded, though arriving at opening time provides some insurance to avoid the crush in the later afternoon....