This Tuesday, arriving on a brightly blue winter day a few minutes after opening, the bathhouse felt empty as I paid, undressed, and drank my beer at the Internet PC. Surfing through a few preferred porn sites, then finding some Czech bathhouse porn by the guy that also does the Swingersakce series. Of course my hand slipped down to my towel covered cock, u...
The baths are undoubtedly the easiest place in a city to have male group sex, after allowing for individual circumstances during any single trip. After more than a hundred visits over the last few years, basically all of them involving satisfying sex with other men, often writing about the experiences afterwards, leads to a few general observations. Visitin...
Authors Note: This story is to fulfill an outstanding request that I received some time ago. If there is a positive response to this story, I will write additional chapters about Bill's bisexual encounters with gay lovers. PRELUDE Bill hadn't been at the bath house for a couple of weeks. He arrived a little earlier than he normally did when he was in town...
The weather finally being nice on Wednesday, I rode to a nearby city to explore a different bathhouse. Checking the directions a last time, I noticed that Wednesday between 1pm and 2pm had a 15% reduced admission, a possible signal of it being quite empty then. Leading to the thought that motorcycling to the baths is a bit counter cyclical, as the best weat...
Spring has arrived, and due to an unexpected confluence of events, my afternoon was free to ride to another, fairly old, bathhouse, an hour away and on the fringes of a city in another state, over the natural border formed by a river. It was a Saturday, just missing the two days a week this bathhouse allows women admittance. A fact I've mentioned to my wife,...
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...
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...
Sometimes, bathhouse visits work in a certain fashion, leading to spending a couple of hours satisfying various sex desires with total strangers - along with people who are not exactly strangers after passing years. Such as the short man a couple of visitors behind me in the line of men waiting to enter on a Sunday afternoon, another true bathhouse slut, som...
It has been a few weeks since my last sexual experience, school was going fine and living with Brian was going great. I was enjoying exploring my attraction to men. I had read about the bathhouse scene in gay magazines that Brian had let me read. I was thinking a lot about the stories I read about bathhouses. My curiosity for the bathhouse scene was growing...
Waking up around 8am, the first thing I did was to enjoy several hits of the sticky black hash purchased yesterday, followed by taking a luxuriously hot shower. Back in the room, I took stock of, then resorted my supplies. Which included condoms, joints, cash, poppers, and a variety of maps. The weather was grey, but dry and not too cold for late October -...