After weeks of clear blue skies and hot days, the weather turned on Thursday. The motorcycle has been laid up for weeks (a minor incident months ago snowballing into weeks waiting for parts, and discovering wet clutches have fascinating differences with dry ones). But on cold wet days, not having to deal with rain clothes when visiting the bathhouse is not a...
Thursday provided a rare opportunity to spend an entire late afternoon at the bathhouse, before meeting my wife at a public mixed sauna at 7pm. I'd arrived a bit later than normal, but the number of visitors seemed small. Finishing my beer at the Internet PC, I'd noticed several men entering. Going downstairs, the whirlpool was empty, and the number of tow...
Author's Notes I have read the criticisms of the Leather Sir series and I wanted to answer them first, then write a little more of the series. It will be a 10 part series. The first criticism is that I don't really describe much of the attributes of our two characters, or their regular clothes they're wearing and I've done this on purpose. My stories her...
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...
I had always thought that about the only thing you could do on a pool table was play pool, but the Taylor brothers went to great length and depth to teach me otherwise. I'd met the three brothers on the beach at Pataya, Thailand. Their family owned a hotel construction company and was making money hand over fist in throwing up fancy hotels in downtown Bangk...
All usual disclaimers apply. Chapter 2: I Play Again It had been 14 hours and counting since I had tasted Novak's cum for the first time. It was nine o'clock at night now and I was getting ready for bed. I couldn't believe just that morning my big brother Novak had let me play with his cock. All I could think about all day was doing it again. I was super...
Two naked men were already in the whirlpool as I stepped into the warm water, nudity being just one of the advantages offered by an all male sauna. Another became apparent while settling onto the bench, hand already touching my cock. One man was standing over the water column, facing a sitting man, his body revealing that someone or something was pleasuring...
The steamroom was full when I entered around 45 minutes after arriving at the baths. I'd enjoyed a beer, then spent a while watching porn after getting sucked a bit in the darkroom. However, nothing had really jelled to that point, which was no surprise. Over the last few months, I've tended to spend more time upstairs, even though contact was uncertain for...
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...
The boy was spreadeagled against the wall. Padded metal cuffs at his wrists, and upper arms, screwed directly into the white tiled wall, held them tightly above his head. More cuffs at his ankles, held him flat, stretched against the cold white ceramic. His head hung limply, tilted slightly to one side, chin resting on his chest. His youthfully handsome face...