It had been a number of weeks since my last visit to the baths, and the number of men waiting as I arrived just before 2pm was encouraging - particularly as it was not too many. The opening crowd was small enough that I got my beer promptly after sitting at the counter. It is definitely a part of my routine, as always a nice accompaniment to what had been sm...
Chapter One -- I Always Win He walked through the crowd of shouting men, focused on the task ahead. That was something he chose to ignore, every time - the stench of those places. It was a rubbery smell mixed with male sweat and the excitement rising for the bloody fight ahead. If he were to inhale too much, he was bound to get dizzy. Maybe overcome with ra...
Since the left side door of the paired booths was closed, going into the right side was the only choice. Like the choice to use some late afternoon free time to return to the first glory hole where I had felt a man's touch on my hard cock, the first place where I had rubbed my rigid length along another man's gorgeous turned on cock, and the first glory hole...
After reading the messages I went in to the living room, turned on the TV and sat on the couch. While watching TV and resting I tried to figure out what I had wanted to do this evening. Flipping through the channels and finding nothing really on TV. I put in a porno I had laying nearby; I walked into the kitchen and grab myself a beer, and then return to the...
The boy wasn't really a boy (he'd just turned 18 a month ago), but he really felt like one. His name was Damien, and he was a street child. He'd lost his parents when the war broke out, and the opposing warriors came in riding with destruction in their hearts. Damien didn't know who'd won, but he didn't much care. Homeless and hungry, he'd joined other kids...
Another boring Sunday afternoon, sat at home trying to watch something on the cable network TV channels to pass away the quietness and serious lack of action that was this day. I decided I was going to go out and this my local but not so well known Public Toilet that had gotten me some action in the recent months all though mainly quick brief encounters the...
Arriving promptly at the bathhouse's opening time on the day before New Year's Eve, the number of visitors was surprising. Four other men were around as I paid, and easily 8 other men were in the locker area at a time, the total in flux as people came and left as I quickly undressed. At the bar, the number of new visitors did not decrease, though there were...
When the second man kneeled in front me, I opened the poppers bottle, feeling how he began sharing my cock with the other man already going down on me. It was exquisite surrendering to both men, two mouths worshipping a cock that felt increasingly immense, guiding them over its vast length. Breathing out, lost in heaven, seeing other men have sex around us a...
Two of the last three visits involved the further indulgence of a pleasure originally experienced after my first girlfriend read about rimming in the Gay Joy Of Sex. My first visit to the baths also involved getting deliciously rimmed in the darkroom, anchored to his skilled tongue, at times while going down on a third man. Surrendering myself to an ass lick...
To open the brown bottle now would result in his being in control yet again. I would have to remove the hand sliding my cockhead over the outside of his delightfully slippery soft ass, meaning it would be replaced with a stranger's hand, possessing more direct intentions. I could not stop myself from doing the hit, knowing what it would mean, wanting it, hav...