In the cold grayness of winter, a bathhouse's lures are irresistible. The sliding hands and legs in the whirlpool, the warmth and full contact of the dark room, hits of rush in a porn cabin, the shared sweatiness of the steambath, soaping my hard cock at the public shower while looking at other men, wondering about who will be playing with who, so many poten...
Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older, and are based on no real life people. ***** It was nearing the end of the summer before my senior year of high school and a few of my friends who had just graduated invited me to come along with them to the public pool at the park in our town. I thought it would be fun, and besides, it was pr...
Fucking matron was the national sport at our public school (that’s “private school” for Yanks). It was a rite of passage without which no future Australian captain of industry could hope to attain a Dick Grasso-esque remuneration package. But final year frolics came first. We'd reached 18 and were ready to rock and roll. We were wizards of wanking . . . mas...
When we arrive, we strip our shorts, lock our mouths and grind our now, again, hard cocks together. Steve, "I am still so hot I wonder if It will ever subside. Walking naked, holding your hand blows me away. And in front of the whole world. When we got to Sarah and Tim in the car, I thought I would lose it. That turned me on more than any time up to that mo...
Well, it had been a few months since I met up with Jimmy. We had exchanged e-mails here and there, and I would call him once in a while, but our schedules never seemed to line up. Finally one day, I decided I had to taste his beautiful cock again, and I was determined to set up a meeting. I gave Jimmy a call, and just my luck, he was on his way home from wor...
Yesterday's visited bathhouse had opened at 1pm, 2 hours earlier than the local one. That bathhouse's opening hours tend to keep me from visiting too often, though recently, the number of visits has grown to average about two a week. Apparently, the bathhouse is a fine way to appreciate that spring time boost in sexual energy. Still, visiting here was coupl...
Of course, returning was unavoidable. In as short a time as possible, obviously, meaning that today's trip was going to be the third in just two weeks. The foggy mid-afternoon, in the upper 40s, proved that fall was moving on to winter. Riding the 20 minutes or so to the sauna, the idea of its warmth became enticing, even during such a short ride. The entire...
Hello, sissy. Well, we have come to the end of our journey together, princess. We have explored every corner of your gay sissy mind and now we have come to the end. And what a journey that was. We learned so much, sissy. We learned about who and what you are. We learned about what you want. We learned about what you need. And we finally got rid of all of...
You was sitting in the train, waiting for your stop to come. The problen was that its been 30 minutes and Google maps said it would take at least 10 minutes to get there. Never relying o that thing again, you thought. You wanted to do something that was less boring and began to think pervertedly. What's next? Fingering yourself in public, letting everyone s...
It was Sunday afternoon, either 3 or 4pm, depending on the clock or the body's experience, daylight savings time having disappeared overnight. Parking in front of the bathhouse turned out to be a more a matter of chance than normal, providing an indication of the number of men visiting it. Entering, it was more crowded than I have ever seen it, without any...