Gay bathhouse
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Your chance of visiting a house full of gay men without getting fucked is zero. Unless, of course, you don't want to fuck, which is also an option.
In my limited experience, the key is to be open to being approached. And don't hesitate to approach anyone you might desire. It's a safe bet, after all, that everybody is there for the same reason: sex.
Be polite. And if somebody rejects you, don't get pushy. Just move on to the next prospect.
In my limited experience, the key is to be open to being approached. And don't hesitate to approach anyone you might desire. It's a safe bet, after all, that everybody is there for the same reason: sex.
Be polite. And if somebody rejects you, don't get pushy. Just move on to the next prospect.
Hmmm, maybe I should try LA
If worse comes to worst, approach a man and try this ice-breaker: May I suck your cock?
Somebody is going to say yes.
Sounds like a great idea, thanks. What was your experience like?
Here's what I posted in an earlier thread:
It was all about overcoming my fears.
I accepted my desire for cock several years ago, but I’ve always been obsessed with the possible consequences of acting on that desire. I have a marriage to protect and a network of family, friends and associates who I fear would be less than understanding. Lots of very conservative people in my circle.
For example, long before developing any interest in cock, a couple of gay guys invited a bunch of us at a party to go dancing at a gay bar. I thought the whole thing amusing and declined the invitation. But when I told the story to my brother and his wife, they were aghast. I can only imagine what they would have said if I had actually gone dancing.
Despite my fears, my desire for cock had grown stronger. And to make matters worse, I kept having little encounters that caused me regret.
I remember two waiters at a restaurant who struck me as obviously gay, and I just know I could have spent the night with them if I had said something. Then there was the guy working at a small alternative theater where I ducked in to get out of the rain. Again, obviously gay, and I’ve no doubt he would have fucked me.
But I always hesitated.
Now, jump to October 2019. I’m at a convention hundreds of miles from home, and out of curiosity, I look up the address for a local bathhouse. Turns out, it’s just a short ride from downtown. I’m thinking about that bathhouse every day of the convention, wondering if I can go there and maintain my anonymity. The convention ends, and I’ve got one more night in town before catching my flight home.
Now or never, I keep telling myself. The chances of being recognized are infinitesimal, and I tell myself I can always leave if things get uncomfortable. So I decide to go, except I chicken out. And I spend the whole afternoon deciding to go, then chickening out.
It’s early evening now, and I leave my hotel to take a walk and find dinner. The whole time, I'm thinking about experiencing my first cock. Wondering if I have the balls to actually take a cock in my mouth, what would it feel like, how would it taste, would I freak out. Could I fuck a man’s ass? Would I be brave enough to let a man fuck mine?
At that point, I start taking a series of small steps. When I stepped out of the restaurant, I decided to call a ride. When my Lyft arrived, I decided to go to the bathhouse instead of my hotel. When I got to the bathhouse, I decided to go in. When I went in, I decided to take a room and undress. After I undressed, I hesitated, so I focused on the TV screen playing a video of two men fucking. Finally, I decided to walk around the bathhouse, then I decided to park myself on a bunk in the basement to see what would happen.
And then it happened. This small, geeky fellow climbed up beside me on the bunk, and I spread my legs, wondering whether my invitation was enough. I watched as his hand pushed aside the towel I was wearing, and I felt his hand on my prick. As he stroked me, I reached under his towel and for the first time touched another man’s cock.
We sat there silently stroking each other for how long I don’t know. Frankly, I didn’t know what to say, until I heard the question: Top or bottom?
I paused for a moment, then replied: Bottom.
Leaving my towel behind, I slid off the bunk, spread my guy's legs apart with my hands and dropped to my knees, staring at his shaved cock. And I'll never forget the sight of his stiff tool pointing right at me.
To be honest, my guy wasn't very big, but he was nicely shaped -- cut with a beautiful head and a shaft that curved up slightly. And though I wanted him to be bigger, it was probably best not to start with a monster. Holding him in my hand, I opened my mouth and leaned forward.
I'll never forget the feel of that first cock in my mouth, the hardness under the soft skin, the rim of the head, the texture of the shaft. I flicked his cum hole with the tip of my tongue and tasted a bit of salt, then I pulled him all the way in until I felt the stubble of his hair against my lips and nose.
With my tongue, I pressed my guy's cock up against the roof of my mouth, and I began to bob up and down. For how long, I just don't know. Time became a bit of a blur. But I'll never forget the salty taste or the wonderful texture.
I’m a confirmed cocksucker.
It was all about overcoming my fears.
I accepted my desire for cock several years ago, but I’ve always been obsessed with the possible consequences of acting on that desire. I have a marriage to protect and a network of family, friends and associates who I fear would be less than understanding. Lots of very conservative people in my circle.
For example, long before developing any interest in cock, a couple of gay guys invited a bunch of us at a party to go dancing at a gay bar. I thought the whole thing amusing and declined the invitation. But when I told the story to my brother and his wife, they were aghast. I can only imagine what they would have said if I had actually gone dancing.
Despite my fears, my desire for cock had grown stronger. And to make matters worse, I kept having little encounters that caused me regret.
I remember two waiters at a restaurant who struck me as obviously gay, and I just know I could have spent the night with them if I had said something. Then there was the guy working at a small alternative theater where I ducked in to get out of the rain. Again, obviously gay, and I’ve no doubt he would have fucked me.
But I always hesitated.
Now, jump to October 2019. I’m at a convention hundreds of miles from home, and out of curiosity, I look up the address for a local bathhouse. Turns out, it’s just a short ride from downtown. I’m thinking about that bathhouse every day of the convention, wondering if I can go there and maintain my anonymity. The convention ends, and I’ve got one more night in town before catching my flight home.
Now or never, I keep telling myself. The chances of being recognized are infinitesimal, and I tell myself I can always leave if things get uncomfortable. So I decide to go, except I chicken out. And I spend the whole afternoon deciding to go, then chickening out.
It’s early evening now, and I leave my hotel to take a walk and find dinner. The whole time, I'm thinking about experiencing my first cock. Wondering if I have the balls to actually take a cock in my mouth, what would it feel like, how would it taste, would I freak out. Could I fuck a man’s ass? Would I be brave enough to let a man fuck mine?
At that point, I start taking a series of small steps. When I stepped out of the restaurant, I decided to call a ride. When my Lyft arrived, I decided to go to the bathhouse instead of my hotel. When I got to the bathhouse, I decided to go in. When I went in, I decided to take a room and undress. After I undressed, I hesitated, so I focused on the TV screen playing a video of two men fucking. Finally, I decided to walk around the bathhouse, then I decided to park myself on a bunk in the basement to see what would happen.
And then it happened. This small, geeky fellow climbed up beside me on the bunk, and I spread my legs, wondering whether my invitation was enough. I watched as his hand pushed aside the towel I was wearing, and I felt his hand on my prick. As he stroked me, I reached under his towel and for the first time touched another man’s cock.
We sat there silently stroking each other for how long I don’t know. Frankly, I didn’t know what to say, until I heard the question: Top or bottom?
I paused for a moment, then replied: Bottom.
Leaving my towel behind, I slid off the bunk, spread my guy's legs apart with my hands and dropped to my knees, staring at his shaved cock. And I'll never forget the sight of his stiff tool pointing right at me.
To be honest, my guy wasn't very big, but he was nicely shaped -- cut with a beautiful head and a shaft that curved up slightly. And though I wanted him to be bigger, it was probably best not to start with a monster. Holding him in my hand, I opened my mouth and leaned forward.
I'll never forget the feel of that first cock in my mouth, the hardness under the soft skin, the rim of the head, the texture of the shaft. I flicked his cum hole with the tip of my tongue and tasted a bit of salt, then I pulled him all the way in until I felt the stubble of his hair against my lips and nose.
With my tongue, I pressed my guy's cock up against the roof of my mouth, and I began to bob up and down. For how long, I just don't know. Time became a bit of a blur. But I'll never forget the salty taste or the wonderful texture.
I’m a confirmed cocksucker.
tristantrotsky
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Snatching the joy of a moment of shared intimacy is always worth waiting for
Wow, so hot. I’m a confirmed cocksucker as well. Love cum in my mouth. Hopefully my mouth will receive numerous load’s when I go to the bathhouse.
My fantasy is to have one in my mouth and one in my ass
Mmmmm
cubbyfire04
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I've been to the Chicago location of the place I think you're talking about several times. Follow the rules they set, and you're bound to have a good time. It would've been harder to NOT hook up in all of my visits. I highly recommend you be sober when visiting. Not only is it in their policy, but for safety reasons.
I completely lost myself the first time I went. The atmosphere alone is intoxicating, especially on a busy night. But I was on a high dose of edibles. I wound up renting a large room and rounded up 3 guys in the showers. What started as a group make out session quickly devolved into an almost too aggressive gangbang on me. I was vigilant about condoms at first, but then lost all inhibitions when I realized a line had formed outside my room. One guy told me he wanted to breed me, so I pulled his condom off in a fit of passion and he immediately filled me with cum. Three more followed suit bareback after that. There were so many men, I didn't feel like I had a choice in the moment. I definitely could have stopped them, but I gave into my fantasies rather than pause and consider the consequences.
Once they left, I panicked. I was sobering up from the edibles and realized what I'd done. This was the pre-PrEP days and I was terrified for months after. Luckily everything was fine, and now I can look back on it as one of the hottest nights of my life. But ever since then, I am vigilant about condoms and usually find just one person at a time to play with. Just be safe and smart!
saintcero
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I have never been to one either. I think they would be a dangerous place for me to linger about. Temptation being what it is.
Abrahamlickin
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I've been wanting to go to a bathhouse here in my town called the "body zone" for a long time. Like a lot of other people out there I've been hesitant on doing it. I'm a little on the older side at 60, but in good shape. I'm not sure how to act or even what to do! I have been with a couple of men before, in a one on one situation, but never in a crowd situation. I'm not sure what to expect. I consider myself a bottom and not sure how to send that signal. All my friends are straight. I'm Bi and in the closet, so I can't ask one of them. Maybe just go and try and figure it out?
Bisexguy70
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I would love to go to one of these places
if i was close id go with you. Of course we would talk before hand and get to know each other first. But then we could explore each other. I will say this, im 52 but any man ive explored with over 60 has always turned out to be a very hot time. We have a place where men get together in Raleigh and ive only been there once meeting another guy. But i want to go back and meet more guys and play. I just never know what to expect and still very nervous. But the thought of sucking, kissing and getting naked with strange men turns me on big time.
Abrahamlickin
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Sounds so hot! I would luv it!
tristantrotsky
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Being naked in a roomful of equally-naked strangers is a very liberating experience.
I love the way that the other guys always check out your cock first, before their attention moves up to your face...
and, of course, I'm checking out their cocks in exactly the same way, selecting...
Been to BZ once over a year ago. Considering going back. I suggest giving it a try. If you want some details. Pm me.
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Looking forward to your report.
