The scene filmed in the bathhouse sauna had left a fearful impression on Rick. Even though it hadn't been the reality scene he thought had been meant for him, after his initial shock of so much intense coupling developing before him, Rick had been caught up in the orgy nature of it almost as much as Billy Dan had been. Rick had become lost in the throes of...
Some visits start in paradise, and remain there. Arriving right at opening time on a gorgeous cloudless May Wednesday, I quickly undressed. Wrapping the towel while walking to the bar counter, I finished the customary glass of freshly poured beer, then headed upstairs. The upper floor seemed empty, except for a closed door at the last video booth. Walking...
The past several weeks were much too hot to go to the baths, even with the summer discount. The weather finally relented for a couple of days, with the rain I rode through to get to the bathhouse being quite welcome. Fourth in line at opening, prospects looked promising this Monday afternoon, not a typical day for me to visit. I have gone to the baths on al...
Riding back after the latest 3 hour bathhouse visit, ass feeling really good in a new way, as if it would love to continue being rimmed and finger fucked for another hour or two. Rarely has a visit started so unevenly, and then ending up revealing - and fulfilling - more about my desires, exposed in a place where they are so easily indulged. Men are not al...
Chapter 01: John Why had he left the photograph there, standing right there in a leather frame on the dresser top? More important, why was the photograph here at all? I had gone into his room to put his things together so they could take them down to Hayden along with the body, and there it was. To some extent the whole success of the Wolf Creek Ranch had...
Bromance? More than that. Way more than that. David and Jonathan. By name and by nature. Man love. The love of one male of the species for another male of the species. And certainly not platonic. When they got into it, they got into it. Lusty, greedy, hungry, sucking, deep-throat oral. All arms and legs, face-fucking, soixante-neuf. Anal, sometimes...
Bathhouses are places with thousands of years of history, yet are extremely easy not to notice, unless someone is looking. That such places have existed is common enough knowledge, whether awareness of Roman decadence or when reading about certain Middle Eastern baths intended for men only. When there is a place where naked men can enjoy having anonymous sex...
The bathhouse is a place where emotional attachments of any variety become meaningless in a sea of sensation, sex being the overriding framework, without any barricade to having as much sex as possible. Creating, or giving in to, opportunities as irresistible as feeling a new mouth replace the one that was going down on you while being fingered. A glance tha...
In time I found the strength to push myself up again, one groaning inch at a time, my insides aching almost sweetly. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and leaned forward, elbows on my knees, trembling everywhere. The floor seemed to expand at the edges of my vision, swirling like a membranous ocean a mile beneath my feet, head slowly spinning. The bar...
We sat around the dining table like a klatch of eclectic, existentialist wannabes. I laughed to myself as I looked from one to the other. Isadora sat at the head of the table. She changed from earlier, and tonight she was dressed in a rainbow assortment of veils-- 50 possibly, or maybe 200-- she was an elephantine woman after all. To my right was Hec, dres...