[This was written for a "bend the story of a song" exercise. It's a flight of fancy on a take on the Act I duet, "Au fond du temple saint," which immortalizes Georges Bizet's opera, Pearl Fishers, from the aspect of the Pearl Fishers being staged as a homoerotic production. (It is best read accompanied by listening to a recording of the duet.)] * I am alre...
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...
Arriving promptly at the bathhouse's opening time on the day before New Year's Eve, the number of visitors was surprising. Four other men were around as I paid, and easily 8 other men were in the locker area at a time, the total in flux as people came and left as I quickly undressed. At the bar, the number of new visitors did not decrease, though there were...
Since acquiring my first knowledge of the baths, both the awareness of their existence as places for male sex and decades later as an experience, the delights of rimming played a major role in my attraction. Which when I first read about it, seemed to be one of the major reasons men kept going to the baths I went decades between my first rim job and my sec...
Having a free afternoon, this Thursday offered the chance to visit the baths. Enjoying my usual indulgences before going upstairs, to find the space empty. Allowing me to take out the camera in the porn theater, after stroking while enjoying the male group sex porn. Basically, making my own porn to share, displaying an erect cock available to anyone who want...
You ask what the secret is to my lying down for you, opening my legs to you, rolling my pelvis up for deep access, pulling your cock inside me, moving my core with the rhythm of you—what the key is to receiving the height of passion, the depth of service, the ultimate pleasure of total surrender to you from me? I don't ask for much; just a few minutes of ult...
Hot in the City As spring turns into summer, my life starts to fall into a predictable routine of sorts - I see Ethan, we fuck like animals, I'm shocked and repentant, (though it must be said, I'm less and less repentant as time passes). I have a period of 'sobriety' where I'm able to live my normal life, (though in truth, I've started to notice that this s...
I was nothing if not persistent, so I went back to my research. This time I researched everyone in the mayor's office until I discovered that the mayor's deputy chief of staff was a member of Donatien's coven. All right, I thought, I'll just look for someone in that office that trumps his influence. And it wasn't long before I did. I was just about to get i...
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...
"Cum .. cream my balls" filled my ears while breathing out slowly, pressing my cock down and sliding it over his sack, "fuck yeah .. cum balls .. do me" following as I watched him stroking his hard cock, clearly loving having his balls played with by a stranger's stiff rod. We had already been enjoying each other for an impossible to judge interval, reaching...