My first time kissing a man was inside a porn movie complex, on the third visit to the gay theater side, an area were male sex occurred in both public and private spaces. It was my then wife that first noticed the erotic center, right off a highway we often drove. The place was fairly new, and had something I had never seen before, which was an area where yo...
Taking good photos is a difficult skill to acquire, especially when sex is involved. However, it isn't the resulting images that are the main attraction in my case - making pictures of sex turns me on much more intensely than looking at them. Not that looking - and sharing - them later isn't fun, of course. Using a camera at a bathhouse requires at least a...
Generally, the baths can be described as a serious place for easy male sex. Last Thursday, that seriousness was put aside for a bit, at my apparently amusing expense. Arriving just at opening, finished with my customary beer, I went downstairs, showered, and slid into the empty whirlpool. The warm water felt nice, though when the splashing central jet start...
Lips circled my floating cock, an introducing to getting head underwater. Creating an irresistible sensation, discovering something truly new. The feeling of a stranger's mouth going down my bare lengthening shaft was overwhelmingly sensual, forcing moans of pleasure. The very idea of oral sex like this had never occurred to me, adding to the delight getting...
After Scott's intense three way with Tom and Ben, he walked around with a constant erection which could barely be contained by his khakis and boxers. Memorial Day weekend had been particularly rough for him, as his wife was out of town visiting her relatives and wouldn't be back until Wednesday. When he reported to school on Tuesday morning, Scott was more t...
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'd grown hard in his wanting ass, my clasped right hand pumping his extended cock as we settled into a perfect fuck rhythm, him on his hands and knees in front of me. His submission continued to turn me on, his hole soft and tight, our sounds filling the space. The slapping of our skin as obvious as our words, him begging for more as I kept repeating 'oh ye...
Bathhouses have a long history, and anyone who has enjoyed what is offered there understands why. They are a male only place, and the women I have talked to about the baths remain baffled, at best, by their appeal. It seems almost a fundamental split, with women simply not grasping the wonderful attraction of pure sexual freedom, having sex with strangers ov...
Visits to the bathhouse follow a certain pattern at the beginning - a bowl of good weed before arriving, a beer drunk quickly after changing, then often a gap. A bit cool upstairs today was my basic reaction at first, and though some of the porn was OK, upstairs was basically empty, as customary. Entering the darkroom however, the sound of someone on the pl...
I'd come out of the steambath a couple minutes before 4pm, thoroughly intoxicated in a wonderfully familiar, and very addictive, fashion. Becoming overheated in several ways, I hadn't spent more than a quarter hour in the steam. With a temperature higher than customary, causing an audible gasp when first entering the dimness, sweat quickly coating my naked s...