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...
A single encounter can lead to a heavenly time, especially if it is the first of a bathhouse visit. Even if I had actually made a mistake - instead of this being a normal Thursday, when the baths open at 3pm, it was a holiday, with an hour earlier opening time. The feeling inside was considerably less crowded than my last visit, also on a holiday. However,...
Thank you to all the feedback from previous Chapters. I hope you are enjoying the exciting world of Wolvren. All disclaimers from prior chapters still stands. *** Chapter 7 The suns early rays streamed through the curtains of the room and slowly made their way up the big bed. When it hit Keean's face, he groaned a little and rubbed his face into a very h...
Writing provides a structure that is simply lost when sunk deep in a darkroom's seductive pleasures. Especially getting rimmed by a man, the sort of sex I have always associated with bathhouses since my later teenage years. Today provided another endless period demonstrating that those fantasies were just a shadow of the reality of enjoying a man's talented...
Though I'd brought poppers for a bit of repeat steamroom fun, as is generally true at the baths, intentions and reality rarely intersect perfectly. Or too well, with a stranger sucking my uncovered cock and fingering my ass, legs spread wide, moaning, still concerned about condoms, an intention only given up slowly as he painstakingly turned me on, making my...
What I am about to write here is part confession and part catharsis. However, it isn't something I feel guilty about because it was forced on me. I would never have chosen to do the things I was made to do on that warm night in May 1865. What I do feel guilty about, what I do need confess is that I can't seem to stop repeatedly committing those acts. You'll...
I knew where I was and what was going to be going on, at some point at least. However the hood and the built in headphones were doing an excellent job in keeping me from knowing what exactly was going on around me. Once in a while I could feel the breeze on my bare skin as a person walked past me. That's right, bare skin. I was naked except for the hood and...
This is the actual story of my first gay experience. The names have been changed, but everything else is as it happened. I hope you enjoy! ***** All my life, I'd always considered myself straight. Lots of girlfriends, lots of complements on my looks and plenty of opportunity to get naked with the "fairer" sex. Also, a healthy appetite for porn. It was pr...
For what felt like months but I'm sure were weeks I jerked off to the first dick I ever took. How easily it slid into my hole. How complete I felt. How hot his whispers in my ear were as he completely overpowered me and filled me with his young, smooth dick and fertile cum. How casually he left afterwards as if I was nothing but a replacement for his right h...
The sweltering summer heat slammed into me the second I opened my car door. There was no breeze, despite the shimmering lake that sprawled out around the small, exclusive neighborhood. Even without the breeze, I could smell the rank scent of blood and savaged intestines, mingling with the oily body odor of the seven grossly overweight cops standing idly arou...