Generally, the baths can be described as a serious place for easy male sex. Last Thursday, that seriousness was put aside for a bit, at my apparently amusing expense. Arriving just at opening, finished with my customary beer, I went downstairs, showered, and slid into the empty whirlpool. The warm water felt nice, though when the splashing central jet start...
"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...
It had been a somewhat slow paced visit, though after the 15 minute orgy in the steamroom, things had definitely improved. The steamroom is one of the better places to have sex with strangers at the baths, in large part because it happens so reliably in the dim dampness, undoubtedly since sweaty naked bodies are easily tempted. This time involved multiple me...
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...
Parking fairly close to the entrance was a good start to the first Thursday afternoon here in quite a while. It has been a couple of months since last enjoying the shared delights offered by the bathhouse, but now, anticipation became overwhelming while walking past the first entrance area doors into the broad courtyard before the final door, my fingers ting...
I never considered myself gay, but neither did I have that instinctive revulsion to it that most guys I know seemed to have. I just figured folks do what they like. And I liked girls. I had a few, nothing unusual, some blow jobs, normal old sex, and I got married and that was pretty much my sex life. Then I was at the gym one day. I like to take a steam aft...
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,...
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...
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...
The weather mid-fall crisp and clear, parking just three car lengths from the entrance to the bathhouse almost precisely at 3pm, a full hour after the Saturday opening time, all good omens. Now, anticipation started growing into horny desire, considering how a month had passed since my last bathhouse visit. And it had been a year since my first visit - well,...