I went to my favourite sauna and after stripping down, adjusting my very tight cocking went to the balcony and smoked some very good weed before cruising. In the maze area there were a lot of men and many were crowding around in the dark watching a couple fucking really hard and fast, I decided to kneel nearby and start fluffing the line until one man asked...
Being female I always approach writing about gay sex (two men) with a degree of fear and trepidation. Hopefully, I have got it right but in case I haven't please be gentle (and constructive) with your feedback ***** The Miramar hotel was certainly huge and almost sterile in its appearance but oozed American hospitality. The girl on check-in greeted me a sm...
As curious as I had been about being fucked, I now became more so about fucking another man. Sam had taken my virginity beautifully, but insisted that he was totally a top and would not let me fuck him. That was fine, that was ok, it was his choice, his way, but it did not stop me wanting to find out just what it was like to fuck a guy. Of course I had come...
I wanted it. I knew I wanted it, and he knew I wanted it. I just couldn't take that step over that threshold—and I kept fooling myself about wanting it. He owned the exercise facility with another guy. Jake and Ted. I knew they were a couple. I knew that before I signed up for a membership. Jake was the muscle part, the trainer; Ted, a good ten years younge...
Chapter One: The Dark God This is my true life experience at a gym just outside Washington, DC, circa 2005-2009. He was young, his birthdate tattooed on his bicep told me he was just 19. Like me, over six feet tall, but unlike me, he had the body of a god. His skin a deep, rich cocoa. His abs formed an eight pack, his nipples were perfect, quarter sized an...
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...
It had been about three months since my previous and only visit to Mike the male masseur in Walthamstow Village in East London. During that time apart from one visit to Chariots the gay sauna in Shoreditch I had been strictly straight. Strictly straight, but not strictly faithful to Kelly my wife of just over fifteen years. But then I doubted that she was st...
A recent Wednesday exemplified the undeniable simplicity of a bathhouse as a place for sex. I arrived a few minutes after its opening, undressed, drank a beer, went upstairs to do a hit of rush, then went down to enjoy the steambath. Men already arrived before me, a few towels already stowed in the cubbyholes along the steamroom's outer wall. Wandering in s...
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...
Friday March 27th A couple of weeks had passed since the Joe incident. Things had changed even if I didn't want to confess it for myself. I had watched gay porn this week. I had never done that before. I had thought about Joe and got aroused, switched on my computer and watched gay porn, but only one time! After I had watched gay porn I felt so ashamed....