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...
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...
"God Dammit, what does the Ruskie want now?" Mission Control's eyes were blazing. He knew the communications officer was in his office again because of the Russian cosmonaut. Nearly all visits by the commo officer was because of the Russian cosmonaut. "He says he can't check and repair the space shuttle, General Bendix, Sir." The commo officer was standing...
Finally, following a several month pause enjoying an unusually late summer swimming naked (with strangers, friends, and my wife, in different combinations), a visit to the local male only bathhouse became practical. A sauna that has been a consistent destination for almost 2 years, one where getting off with naked strangers is the reality that keeps me retur...
Spring has arrived, and due to an unexpected confluence of events, my afternoon was free to ride to another, fairly old, bathhouse, an hour away and on the fringes of a city in another state, over the natural border formed by a river. It was a Saturday, just missing the two days a week this bathhouse allows women admittance. A fact I've mentioned to my wife,...
This is the second chapter of a story about two eighteen-year-old guys and their first sexual experiences together. It was a couple more weeks before Sean and I were alone again, but I couldn't get our mutual masturbation session out of my mind. I found myself jerking off thinking about his cock and imagining what it would be like to jerk him off and even s...
October is the month, two years ago, I first went through this particular bathhouse entrance. The following months and seasons have seen me return numerous times, only rarely not able to spend time having sex with another man or men. And on some of these visits, experiencing some of the most erotic times of life, far beyond the fantasies of my youthful imagi...
Till now, all the gloryhole experiences have been at one place, about 10-15 minutes away. There are a few other sex businesses in the region, most of which I have visited at least once. A large one opened only a couple of years ago, off a highway exit on a major north/south route. After first noticing it, a visit was certain. It was an expansive, but still f...
My other recent bathhouse travel experience was to a male only sauna in a much larger and more international city considerably north of where we live. I had read about it on the net, and after doing a bit of something resembling research, had a grasp of changed details within a familiar setting. Like fees for private rooms - the sort of spaces freely availa...
"That's it! This is the last time I am ever going to fall in love." The moment those words left my mouth, I found myself in a dark space. A space that was distant and remote, away from the voices, away from the stories that encouraged hope.' 'There he was, on OUR bed, fucking some fit young guy.' The image was too vivid, too visceral, too intense, too mu...