Six weeks. Six weeks of hell or heaven, I wasn't sure. There was no way of getting out of it though. The experiment was a crucial part of my higher degree course and I would have to go, I would have to stay at the research facility and I would have to see Hugh Davis every single day. On the Saturday our group flew out from Heathrow to Washington D.C. Thank...
Different visits have different moods, with this Saturday turning out to possess a fantastically oral one. The bathhouse was not very crowded, and for the first half hour there, I seemed to be pretty much alone upstairs. This pattern seems normal maybe 2/3s of the time, just part of arriving around opening. Plus, it allows time for the beer to add to the eff...
I couldn't hold out more than 10 days before the lure of the bathhouse pulled me back inside. The last visit had been on a Thursday evening after 8pm, and it appeared I had enjoyed the tail end of the evening, as nothing happened following the 3/4 of an hour that I had spent getting rimmed and sucked in the spacious dark room. Arriving this time, more certa...
Sitting in the crowded whirlpool, playing with a stranger's hard cock as he played with mine, a major part of the pleasure simply due to the long interval between this bathhouse visit and the last, weeks ago. Along with having spent the last 45 minutes doing nothing but playing with naked men - watching, stroking, tasting, swirling around from one turned on...
Telling me to lay back, his finger slid over my hole, the first touch making me falling under the spell of his experience and skill. The slippery sensation was very distinct from getting rimmed, and I couldn't help reacting as his finger began to play over my ass. He was standing between my legs, his arm barely moving as the pressure and motion increased. '...
(An older in complete recounting, finally finished - back when oral sex and condoms still went together.) The pleasure engulfed me completely, the man beneath me taking my hard cock deeper. The sense of merging was incredible as we fucked, his motions and skill lifting me to a new level, cock sinking into his soft and inviting ass. My rod pressed against h...
I had not expected to see Cat again so soon. In fact I had fully expected to never see him again because I always felt extremely embarrassed after having had sex, especially when it was just sex driven by lust. The day I met him I had sex with no less than three other men besides him and thinking back about it, it made me feel uncomfortable, because I had fe...
Generally, only the very best visits are written about, but the last three visits have had a certain thread running through them, each focussed in a different area, even if one of those visits definitely would not be worth its own story. These days, if a visit does not involve at least an hour or two of pure male sex, it is probably not going to be written a...
Arriving at the local baths just after 3pm on a Friday, the lack of visitors was surprising. Possibly due to the fact that the following Monday was a holiday, or possibly due to how summer had recently arrived. Downstairs, one man was in the whirlpool, prompting me to shower before joining him. After sitting close, my foot promptly sliding over his under th...
Writing stories actually takes more time than the already hours long original visits, in part because of how hard writing makes me. Also in part because being in the middle of a story tends to lead me to returning to the baths on a free afternoon, instead of writing. This too is part of a feedback loop which deepens the attraction of spending hours having se...