All of my posts unless otherwise noted describe real experiences at a Fort Lauderdale bath house.

I'm a nice looking white guy, 36, 6'2" 185 lbs swimmer build, muscular but not buff, smooth body, cut cock which I keep trimmed but not usually shaved.

This night I had followed my normal routine of buying a locker, then taking a nice luxurious shower, then some steam in the grotto where I enjoyed a couple of nice cocks briefly, one of which returned the favor, but all without ejaculation. That's common at the bath house, everyone is looking for sex, but because (at least speaking for myself) after cumming it takes a little while to get back in the mood, one kind of "saves one's seed" so to speak, resulting in frequent little quickie nipple plays, ass-grabs, feel-ups and blow jobs, which sometimes proceed to completion, but most of the time don't, until the timing is right based on how long you're planning to be there and when you have to check out. In other words, you pace yourself -- unless of course you find someone with whom you really click, which is exactly how this went down.

After the steam, I cooled off in the pool. I've had some nice times in the pool but it was a quiet, cool December night for Fort Lauderdale, so after a quick dip I felt a chill and headed to the dry sauna with the intention of warming up and drying off. I entered through the glass door by the showers, the room is dim but not dark, two levels of wooden benches all along two opposite walls. The center of the room is dominated by a big wooden lounge, like a queen size bed, which is usually empty. Guys do recline on it from time to time, but it's usually unoccupied, maybe because, I know from experience if you have sex on the wooden bed, you'll wind up with knee and/or back burns. The fourth wall is where the two big heaters are situated, keeping the room toasty, the floor is tile and usually so hot I have to keep my feet moving until I get used to it (I go barefoot, some guys wear sandals).

As quiet as the pool was, the dry sauna was quite busy, probably eight guys in there. As I toweled off, I noticed everybody was watching two guys, one of them sitting on the upper bench in the corner with his legs splayed, his head back, the second guy fellating him. I was across the room so all I could see was the blowing guy's back and ass, he was resting on one knee on the lower bench, his head slowly bobbing up and down on his subject's cock. There was space on the upper bench opposite corner so I spread my towel and sat down, started slowly stroking myself as I joined the audience, albeit not the best seat.

The way it works in the dry sauna, if you don't know, is guys are constantly cruising through. Many times they walk in, look around, and especially if no sex is happening they walk out, other times -- especially if sex is happening -- they sit down. So if the club isn't crowded, sometimes maybe you're alone in there for awhile, but pretty soon, another guy comes in. The protocol, such as it is, you sit down nonchalant, just having a nice sauna, right? But actually you're checking each other out. Personally, I like to move things along so I typically remove my towel, lay it down on the bench, so I'm fully exposed from the get-go, and I'm touching myself, and it doesn't matter to me, I'll slow stroke and watch another guy stroke no matter what he looks like, young, old, fat, skinny, any race. Generally, if I'm stroking and the other guy starts stroking too, that's a signal that if I go over to him, he'll let me suck his cock ... so if I like his looks, especially the looks of his cock, maybe I do that, or maybe vice versa. In any case, guys are cruising in and out all the time, and sooner or later somebody's dick winds up in somebody's mouth.

That's when the guys cruising in are more likely to stick around and watch. If it's a decent show, especially if the dudes are good looking and well-endowed, the place usually fills up pretty quickly, and everybody starts getting excited watching the show and it's then more likely another dick, another mouth ... you get the picture. Occasionally, if every thing is going just right, all dynamics in balance, jupiter aligns with mars, especially when it's crowded, maybe a full-blown noisy orgy breaks out with guys daisy-chain blowing on one side, and a threesome going on the other, dude leaning over the upper bench sucking one cock while getting fucked standing up from behind, everybody else beating off like crazy watching it. But more often than not, either the spark-plugs that started the show get shy or go private (some guys don't like being watched, of course) or somebody breaks the spell by getting too pushy, trying to join in.

In this case, after a bit the two guys exited, looked like they took it to a private room. As typical, the crowd started to break up, but the guy sitting next to me as he got up, he looked over at me like he hadn't noticed me before. I flashed a smile and took my hand of my half-hard cock, twitched it at him. He was about my age, nice looking, receding hairline, shorter than me, a little stocky but not at all flabby, and he had nice puffy nipples which I like. He leaned in and cupped my balls, and I reached out and tweaked his nipple. Two of the guys who had started to get up, sat back down, to my left. My new friend leaned in and kissed the tip of my cock, now stiffening to full erection. I shifted my hips forward, sliding toward him on the bench and extending my legs to either side, running my heels along his hips. As I grew longer, I felt my cockhead push deeper, past his lips until against the back of his throat before he pulled back, his lips tight on my dick. Up and down, each time a bit deeper, each trip my cock a bit longer and harder. I tend to make a bit of noise, so I rumbled a bit in my throat and dropped an F-bomb to express my appreciation. I put my hands on either side of his head, guiding his mouth on my dick but not forcing him, and then slid the fingers of my right hand down along his throat where it was straightening to accept me. After a few strokes. He stood up, and I realized he was pulling a poppers bottle from the roll of his towel. As he took a hit, I noticed from the ceiling, a small pool of incandescent light happened to spotlight my dick, standing up long and hard and glistening with his saliva. I like being watched, so I looked over toward the guy to my left and he was watching intently, focused on my erection and stroking himself slowly under his towel. I throbbed myself for him.

My friend's head now full of poppers, it was immediately again full of me, and again I moaned from deep inside as he sucked. He was very talented and obviously took pride in his work, he kept his lips tight and pressed my cock against the roof of his mouth with his hot tongue. After a few minutes, he looked up and asked, Do you want to shoot down my throat? Before I could answer, as if an afterthought, he asked, Or maybe go to my room? The room sounded pretty good, we could lay down on a real mattress, but I also like being watched ... so I leaned down and gave him a deep french kiss. He was a good kisser, so I said, Yeah, that's a good idea, let's go to your room.

Gotta stop for tonight, more next time.

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Source: www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/5mwdqg/bath_house_the_dry_sauna/ 

I've crossed a few lines in my own sand, violated my own boundaries in the last few months, and while I'm not proud of myself, I need to write it down here, get it off my chest so to speak.

First of all, I haven't posted for awhile because I've been kind of seeing someone. That's the first boundary, I've never even exchanged contact information with anyone at the bath house, but this time it just worked out, we were both waiting for the reagents to act upon our free HIV tests, so we wind up sitting in two chairs outside the door.

So both of us came back negative. I had no reason to believe I would be positive, I'd never had unprotected anal sex with a guy, that was one of my lines in the sand. But I've been tested from time to time just to be sure. Even though the risk is lower from oral, there's still a risk, and I'd rather know than not know.

I'm a nice looking white guy, 37, 6'2" 185 lbs swimmer build, muscular but not buff, smooth body, cut cock which I keep trimmed but not usually shaved.

Daniel is a bit older than me, late forties, but still in great shape, Italian looking with dark hair which was tied back in a pony tail, clean shaven, a little shorter than me, not thin but not stocky, muscular and firm the way guys get when they stay in shape at that age.

I've mentioned, there's not a lot of talk at the bath house, and I like it that way, but this was a little different. I don't even know who spoke first, but it was a funny, flirtatious exchange, and I find wit is a big turn-on.

As we got our "green cards," I asked him if he had a room, and he said No, I was hoping you had one. We both laughed and said, Maybe next time and parted ways.

But then a few minutes later, we ran into each other again, quite literally, walking through the booths room. I side-stepped into an empty booth and looked him in the eye, he followed me and latched the door. Suddenly we were all over each other, tongue kissing deeply, moaning, embracing and enjoying the skin on skin since we were both wearing only our towels.

His body is firm, his skin smooth and tanned, with a very light body hair all over his chest and nipples. He's a good kisser, and a perfect balance between aggression and gentleness. My cock was tenting my towel, so I whipped it off. When he did the same, that's when the orchestra began to play.

The booths are dark, but I could see just enough then -- and have explored thoroughly since -- his cock is easily eight inches long and as thick around as a C-cell flashlight. That's not even hard.

His heavy balls and pubic area are shaved clean, except for a little "landing strip" just above the base of his cock. This man's endowment is a national treasure, not just the size, but also the over-all appearance, circumsized, almost straight with a very slight upward curve .

I knelt down and at first just kind of worshiped, feeling its weight in my fingers, measuring its length by tracing my lips very lightly along the side of his shaft. He was now half-hard, so that when I released it, it bobbed, a giant monolithic shadow in front of my face.

I kissed the tip with my wet lips, extending my tongue from his slit down his underside, using the tip of my tongue to lift it as I slipped my upper lip over his glans and sucked the head into my warm, wet mouth. He moaned, I felt the vibration through his cock.

Opening my mouth as widely as possible, feeling like I was attempting to dislocate my jaw, I took it as a challenge and continued taking more and more of him inside my head until I felt his dick push against resistance. I swallowed so that he would feel my throat muscles pulsing on his cockhead.

I was continuing to relax and salivate for lubrication, and he was growing larger.

I was squatting on my haunches, holding onto the bars affixed to the sides of the booth. Even though I was transfixed on his cock, I let my eyes wander toward a movement I sensed to my right, and realized through the glory hole at my eye level, just inches away, we were being watched, the shadow moving with the rhythm of masturbation.

Reaching my own hands up, I found his hands and placed them on either side of my head, slid my own fingers around his waist to cup his tight ass and pull him toward me. Like I said before, he was the perfect balance of aggressive and gentle, and he began to pull my head onto his cock, fucking my face a bit deeper with each stroke.

As big as he was, I was intent on taking him entirely. As I pulled his hips and adjusted the angle of my throat, he held my head firmly and pushed, until his cock head popped through and his thick dick slid into my throat, my nose pushed into the light hair and skin of his pubis.

I loved it, I felt entirely impaled but the thrill of success was a huge rush, I made sure I extended my tongue to wiggle its tip against his balls, even though there was no extension remaining.

Relaxing myself as best I could, I still felt my stomach tighten as my gag reflex threatened; I grunted and tightened against him. He relaxed his grip on my head in case I needed to back off, which I did for just a moment, but then engulfed him again, and for several strokes he face-fucked me hard, his cock causing a kind of clucking sound as it hammered in and out, and then he thrust and held.

Oh my god, he muttered, and I thought that he was cumming so I doubled down even though I thought maybe this was going to kill me. I'm sure his cock distends my neck visibly, I'm truly stuffed with him when we're in that position.

But he wasn't done yet, turns out he lasts a very long time, and after long sex sessions usually strokes himself to the edge before using whatever part of my body he desires to satisfy himself.

This first encounter, in the booth, I stood up, my jaw aching and my knees stiff from squatting, and just to enjoy the sensation I turned my back to him and pressed against him, feeling his warmth against me. He thought I wanted him to fuck me, he was very slick from my throat spit, and I felt him lift his granite cock up into my cleft, seeking my anus. I did want him to fuck me, but bareback is (was) one of my boundaries, so I asked him if I should get a condom. As if coming out of a trance, he said, What? No, that's okay. And he proceeded to turn me around and blow me.

My cock was rock hard too, but I'm not nearly as big as he is. He did a fantastic job, and unlike him, I'm a pretty quick cummer ... within a few minutes I announced, I'm close! And then, You want my cum? Because you're about to get it ... Oh fuck, I'm cumming!.

The booths are open top and bottom of course, and this is not unusual, to hear someone in the throes of ejaculation. With a loud grunt, I felt the familiar fire build inside me and released a very healthy load, several hot ropes into his mouth, which he swallowed without losing a drop and even came back for seconds.

Both of us were breathless, and we were standing up for god's sake. He put his arms around me and as he did, I leaned in and gave him a deep tongue kiss, tasting traces of my own semen in his mouth.

In case you're wondering about the lines crossed, the story is just beginning. The first -- and least significant -- of my personal boundaries violated was my giving him my phone number.

To be continued.

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Source: www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/6jymem/crossing_boundaries/ 

This continues my last post. I'm a nice looking white guy, 38, 6'2" 185 lbs swimmer build, muscular but not buff, smooth body, cut cock which lately I keep shaved. All of my posts are real experiences at a Fort Lauderdale bath house.

I was hot and covered with perspiration, so it was time to cool off a little in the pool. One of the doors from the steam grotto leads directly out to the pool area. It was after dark, but the area is lighted, not brilliant lighting but easy to see, and the pool glowed blue from the lights under the water. There are tables along the wall of the building where guys smoke cigarettes, and lounges all around the pool. It was a warm night, the humid air didn't chill me. A few guys were in the hot tub, but I didn't need more heat so I draped my towel over the rail and stepped down into the blue water.

One other guy was in the pool, laying on a float on his elbows, his body perpendicular to the length of the float, in the water from the waist down with his feet resting on the bottom. He was turned toward my general direction as I approached, but then spun lazily away. So as I entered the pool by the steps, his back was to me. I couldn't tell much about him from behind, except he wasn't skinny, built like a linebacker, not hairy on his back, and he had a nice ass silhouetted against the light inside the pool. I stepped down into the water and dropped so that my entire body slipped under the surface, enjoying the refreshing coolness, the air tangibly warmer than the water. I blew out my air through my mouth and nose, allowing myself to sink to the bottom, my arms lifted to overcome my natural buoyancy.

When I came up for air I stretched my neck backward so that my hair rinsed back, off of my face, and I stood up. The water only waist deep. I was within a few feet of my new swim buddy so I reached out palm up to touch his ass. He didn't startle or pull away so I moved closer until my body had spooned his. I ran my fingernails lightly along the length of the bottoms of both thighs. He opened his legs and reached them backward around my legs, opening his ass and connecting pulling me nearer at the same time. My cock bobbed up against his ball sack and into the cleft of his ass

For a time we simply enjoyed the warmth of each others bodies, spooned. I reached both arms around his waist and ran my fingertips along the insides of his thighs, eventually discovering his cock, not large but very, very hard. I tickled along the bottom of his scrotum, found the tight pucker of his anus with my fingertips. The erection that I had partially lost walking from the steam and in the cool water had returned, so I let my cock push along his cleft, alternately brushing his asshole and pushing against it gently.

I'll mention, I had no intention of fucking him in the pool, I do draw the line somewhere -- it's unsanitary plus I didn't have a condom. But after a good while grinding his ass I had moved us into a curved alcove built into the edge of the pool, with it's conveniently stepped edge. I leaned to his ear and asked in a low voice if I could suck him off. For the first time he turned to me, smiled and said, Sure if you want to.

Now that I could see his face, obviously he was quite young; one must show ID to prove age eighteen, he might have been twenty, his hair was thick and longish, a thin stubble of beard and moustache on his face.

He pulled himself up onto the top step in a little curved alcove in the side of the pool, where a first step allowed a guy to sit in a couple inches of water and another step just below allowed sitting with more of the body fully submerged. He spread his legs open to me and I moved in, taking that stiff dick in my mouth and running my hands up his tummy and chest, finding his nipples with my fingers. We both moaned and laughed a little.

His cock was an easy suck, when I went all the way down reaching my tongue down to his balls, the head of his cock was just at the back of my mouth. I had to grab his hips, laying my arms across his thighs just to keep from floating away, but I found in that position my scrotum lay perfectly on top of the second step, my hard cock sticking straight up and barely breaking the water.

I gave him a nice blowjob, lots of tongue, sucked and licked his balls while I fisted his cock, stroked him with my hand while rubbing his glans against my wet lips. He didn't last long and that was fine, after maybe five minutes he announced, I'm close, and I moaned in approval.

Is it okay for me to cum in your mouth? he asked me, and with his dick in my mouth I moaned, Mmm-hmm, and redoubled my efforts.

Within a few moments his breathing quickened, he said, Oh god, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum ... I sucked tight and bounced my head on his hard cock. He rewarded me with a very large load, and the best part was feeling the strong muscles throb against my bottom lip from inside the base of his cock, eight or ten throbbing pulses, endlessly seemed like, pushing the hot cum out through his urethra and into my mouth, a big load that filled my mouth till I thought it would dribble out.

He made a lot of noise, my back was to them but I'm sure we attracted the attention of the guys in the hot tub. I had a lot of cum in my mouth but I don't think I lost a drop, tilted my head back for a quick swallow and then back down for the residual. Oh god, he kept saying, breathing hard. When I finally sucked him as dry as I could, I lifted my head off his cock to find him smiling at me. I returned the smile.

Seems like you enjoyed that, I said, and he nodded enthusiastically, said Oh yeah, thank you very much.

My pleasure, I said, That was fun. And I turned and swam across the pool, got my feet beneath me and exited by the steps, my hard cock bobbing around in front of me like it was drunk. I grabbed my towel and headed to the sauna to dry off and get warm again, hoping my stiff dick would attract the attention of another cocksucker to finish me off.

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Source: www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/9n5mg9/bath_house_after_steam_in_the_pool/ 

As I've mentioned in previous writings, everything I describe is true. However, before I describe this particular experience, it's important to me to make a "don't try this at home" disclaimer. There is a very real risk of STD associated with sex outside a monogamous relationship between un-infected partners, and some STDs can kill you. It's very important to research, to discuss with physicians, and to take steps to understand and minimize that risk. That said, I'm describing these events as they happened to the best of my memory.

This all starts in my last post. After my shower I was clean shaven upstairs and downstairs. I was nervously excited about my first blackout event, but needed to kill a little time to let things get going. I took a steam bath, rinsed off in the showers, swam in the pool, rinsed again, and then toweled off in the dry sauna. I heard a few more PA announcments about the event, reminding us about the "rule" to be nude when entering, also asking us to help out the attendendants by not leaving our towels laying anywhere and everywhere. By this time, and I had eyeballed the entry point to the blackout area, a little down the hall off the showers, a slitted plastic door-curtain. One of the employees, Gary, was standing by the entry way. There wasn't a line, but nude dudes were streaming in one after the other.

I went to my locker, checked my phone, it was 10:18 pm. I brushed my hair back, looking myself in the eye in the mirror, took a deep breath and headed toward the unknown. As I approached, I heard Gary tell a couple of guys in front of me that they had to take off their towels. One of them asked him a question quietly, I couldn't hear it, but Gary answered clearly, Yep, you gotta be naked, drop your towel in this bin and get a fresh one on your way out. I guessed that some guys expect to go inside still covered up, but I was already nude, all in, holding my damp towel in my hand. I dropped it into Gary's bin, he smiled at me and said, Have fun! I turned sideways and slipped through the doorway curtain.

The blackout area included the intersection of the main hallways plus the glory-hole booths and the sling playroom. I had visited this area many times. It's never brightly lit; but now, the darkness was truly surprising. Being a little taller than most, I could see down toward the intersection of hallways, the flash every few seconds from one red revolving light above the play-room door, but otherwise, every light source was extinguished.

The effect of the red strobe was to provide just enough momentary light every few seconds to see silhouettes around me, so that I could move slowly through the midst these visual shadows. Looking downward, the darkness was absolute, could not see my hand in front of my face. In the writing of this, I'm not going to waste time on the precise details how one moves about, just know that they call it a "blackout" event for good reason -- you move slowly through a crowd of cocks, using all your senses other than sight to find your way.

Besides the darkness, my initial sensation was the heat of flesh everywhere, bodies milling around. I felt hands touching me, initial random touches became purposeful, palming against whatever body part they landed on, then moving to discover my ass or my nipples or my cock. At first my hands were at my sides, but immediately I lifted my arms to discover other nude men, backs, chests, abs, nipples, cocks, asses. My right hand brushed across the tip of a stiff cock, a wet drop of pre-cum smearing across the back of my hand. Turning my fingers around the shaft I squeezed lightly then slipped my fingers under a ball sac, cupping him in my palm. Visually, there were only the momentary shadows against the dim read flashes on the walls ahead of me, but sensually there was nude flesh all around. I realized the air was warmer than usual, literally filled with the scents of dozens of naked men.

As I moved through the thickly packed crowd, my body front and back slid across the fronts and backs of other men, some of them hairy, some smooth, some trim, some not-so-trim. A hand palmed my chest, trailed down across my abdomen to discover my dick, squeezed it, cupped my balls; one set of fingers found my left nipple and pinched gently, other fingers traced along my anal cleft, appreciating the firmness of my ass.

As someone pushed through behind me, I was nudged face to face full body with another guy, into something like a hug; we were apparently the same height, he put his arms around me, his lips so close I could feel his breath, smell the light, familiar fragrance of shower gel. We held our faces close for a moment, then he leaned forward, his lips brushing mine. I welcomed his kiss, our tongues playing together, mutual moans of appreciation for one another. Finding his thick cock with my fingers I pressed its length to my own, frotting gently while we kissed. After several moments I moved on, my fingers trailing along his dick.

My eyes had adjusted a little, and while still very dark, too dark to discern more than shadows and shapes, the flash of the red strobe every few seconds illuminated a group of men obviously gathered around the sling. From the sound of moans, a guy was in the sling with a cock in his mouth while another guy was fucking him. Moving closer to the group I put my hands on the asses in front of me. Using my right hand, I traced my fingers up a body and down the arm, finding the hand was cupping the pumping ass of the guy doing the fucking. I curled my arm around the front, finding nipples on a lightly hairy chest; he pushed his ass back against my stiff cock. I enjoyed the sensation of sliding my cock up and down his anal cleft, and moved on.

The sling room is adjacent to a play room dominated by an elevated, padded play surface, like a bed, with a long bench running along it's length. I made out some pale shapes, realized it was three guys abreast, on the bench on all fours, their asses exposed to the passing men. Two asses were vacant and waiting, the third was being fucked aggressively.

There were men, fucking, everywhere; if not dick-to-ass penetration then some other form of sexual touching, necking, fellatio. The music was loud but moans were audible, cries and curses and animalistic grunts.

Out in the hallway, under the red light, several beautiful, muscular guys were lined up abreast along the hallway wall, each was being fellated by men kneeling in front of them. One guy had two heads worshipping him, one suckling the head of his long, glistening penis, the other's neck twisted to lick the balls at its base.

I continued between the walls of men as carefully as I could, trying to avoid tripping over the feet of the guys sucking cocks. Turning a corner, I was again in complete shadow, I groped my way into the blackness of a doorway, the darkness inside was again absolute.

Moving slowly, extending my hand, I touched a man who was standing. Moving my fingers down his body I found his cock was being sucked by a seated man. Touching the standing man's shoulder for bearings, I moved nearer. My other hand found another man standing near the first.

When I touched him he turned around, faced me, reached up finding my face and cupped my head in both his hands. He tugged at my head, at first I thought he wanted to kiss, but then I realized he was pulling me down toward his cock.

Dropping into a squat, my head was pulled toward his crotch, his erect penis against my check. Still holding my head with one hand, he used his other to lift his cock up, flush with his stomach, and flexing his hips he pushed his shaved scrotum into my face. Opening my mouth I accepted his request, licking his balls with my flattened tongue.

I was groping the darkness for balance, with my left hand I found the hip of guy whose balls were in my mouth. With my left hand I found a thigh, but it was attached to a different guy. The thigh moved closer beside me, I felt a hand palm the top of my head. As the thigh moved closer, I felt his dick bobbing against the side of my face.

I couldn't see anything except darkness, it seemed as if I had slipped down into a world where there were erect dicks everywhere.

Leaning forward to put a knee on the floor for balance, I worked the balls, sucking his testicle into my mouth, reaching my tongue as far back along his perineum as possible. The thigh guy -- I assumed it was his hand -- firmly took my hair in his fist and shifted himself so his cock poked toward my mouth. Moving my hand up to his hip, I turned away from number one's scrotum and hungrily took the second cock into my mouth. I pulled the two cocks together, opening wide to hold both cockheads in my lips and licking both between their tips.

Both were fully erect, their glans fully exposed, so that I couldn't tell from the senses in my lips if they were either of them cut or uncut. They were now hip to hip, I believe that they had begun kissing each other as I alternated between sucking one, then the other.

Both of them still had one hand on my head, the other hands embracing each other. The first guy was more urgent, when I took him in my mouth he pulled with his hand and thrusted with his hips, face-fucking me aggressively, his right hand pulling my head down onto his cock until it filled my throat, and after three or four thrusts he held me there, his cock lodged in my throat until he felt me tense, nearly gagging.

When he released pressure I immediately went down on the other cock. The other bent at the waist and joined in the sucking, first kissing the shaft as I sucked on the head and then taking over as it popped from my lips.

Now I felt a third man approach. As I turned toward the newcomer, the other two men turned toward each other. I found cock three with my hand, half hard; kissing the tip I could tell he was uncut, so I pulled at his foreskin with my lips before taking his head into my lips. I heard the attached body gasp as I took him full length; he stiffened in my mouth as I sucked his cock. After only a few moments he pulled at my chin, signalling me to stand up. I extended my arm, finding his shoulder with my hand and pulled myself to a standing position.

He was shorter than me, now that I had turned around I could see his silhouette, just a dark shadow against flickers of red light through the doorway. He pulled me together with him face to face, both of our cocks now hard and toying with each other. I leaned down closer in the darkness, our lips met and we kissed, I liked it, felt my cock throb harder still. He turned around and pushed his ass against my erection. I pushed against the crack of his ass, reaching around from behind to feel his abs, nipples, finding his cock and gripping it, moving my fingers back up to his lips as he sucked my finger.

I couldn't see him, but he felt like a hot young guy: smooth tight skin on his body, light curly pubic hair, tight ass. As I grinded against his ass, I realized he was facing and against a wall, holding himself away from it with one hand. I also realized -- because of how good it felt -- his ass was slick with lube, or cum maybe, I don't know, but before I could put it all together, he spread his feet apart, and with hand he positioned the head of my cock against his anus.

Instinctively I moved my hands to grip his hipbones and thrust, and suddenly I was inside him, balls deep. He was so slick and so hot and so tight, and I was so deep so immediately I realized I wasn't his first fuck of the night. But as quickly as it hit me, I didn't care, my brain was on overload. When my cock punched inside him he barked out an f-bomb and began laughing.

Suddenly I felt the familiar sensation of early orgasm, I began fucking him furiously. Maybe ten long strokes before I told him, I'm gonna cum, you want it? and he said, Oh yesss! I announced it loudly and heard a similar collection of cries from the other side of the room, different guys maybe cumming same time, maybe just cheering me on.

The fire started down deep inside me and exploded from my cock, certainly one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced. I thrust into him so fully I think I may have lifted him off his toes, his asshole hooked on my cock, my erection throbbing inside him six, seven times, I don't know, it felt like I was pumping a liter of hot cum into him, and he seemed to love it.

We stood locked together for only a few moments, I took a long deep breath in through my nose; he dipped his ass suddenly and I popped out of him. He turned around and tip-toed, found my lips with his, gave me a quick but deep kiss with an "mmmm" from his throat, and he was gone.

I made my way back out through the play area, my cock dripping cum, trying to catch it in my hand, out through the door curtain where Gary handed me a fresh towel. I rinsed off in the shower, returned to my locker, my phone read: 10:39 pm, exactly twenty-one minutes had elapsed.

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Source: www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/a4piug/bath_house_the_blackout_event/ 

As mentioned in my last post, I'm writing this primarily by request to describe not just the sex, but the vibe of going to a bath house in Fort Lauderdale. All of my stories are real experiences pretty much exactly as they happened. And allow me to say, I miss being able to go there very much, but the management very responsibly closed down as soon as the COVID-19 issues became apparent, before it became essentially mandatory. So, this is a description of fun had before the shit hit the fan, with hope that we're all staying safe, knowing some of us will not be immune, no matter how hard we try. Maybe this read will be a distraction, however brief; I hope so.

To fulfill my request (for you, SC8), I'm going to briefly describe a favorite experience in each of the play areas. My last post was in the steam grotto, so that's checked off the list, and while these next adventures were not same day or sequential in time, each one happened as described.

Usually when I'm cruising the steam room, I need to cool off, so I hit the main pool. Same protocol as everywhere, if someone catches your eye, catch their eyes: make eye contact. One evening around twilight I hit the pool and a really young guy was floating there, couldn't have been more than early twenties. He was cute, a little chub, floating on one of the foam mattresses by crossing his arms on the flotation device and letting his body and legs hang down, feet touching the pool bottom.

As mentioned, I was cooling off, so just kind of paddling around, dipping under the water from time to time, and I casually got a little closer, passed near and in front of him. He didn't move away, so as I drifted behind him, I palmed his ass cheek (he had a very cute butt). He responded by kind of moving himself backward toward me, so we spooned. His skin felt warm in the cool water, I love wet action, so I was hard immediately, slid my erection down the crack of his ass. I felt like he might have let me fuck him, but frankly, anal sex in the pool is not cool in my own opinion; I'm sure it happens and that's what chlorine is for, but for me it's a Nope. So, I kind of floated us over to the edge of the pool, reached around to feel his cock, which was very hard, not huge but rock hard. I whispered in his ear asking if I could suck him off, he said sure, so I suggested he sit on the edge of the pool; he did, I took him in my mouth and applied my best cocksucking skills, and in a matter of minutes I swallowed his load. He seemed to have enjoyed it, he was just so darn cute, and panting like a puppy.

Personally, I don't have much luck in the hot tub, although I've seen some group action when it's really busy on Saturday nights or Sunday afternoons. For me, I have long legs, so I let my foot find another guy, and if he lets me play footsie, I slip over and fondle cock. One guy, I used my fingertips on his glans, and he got a full-on erection, at which point he invited me to his room where we 69'd.

The sling room is off to the side of a larger television porn room with an elevated bed and a bench below it. It's easy to find, there's a red flashing light above the door, both sling and glory hole rooms, flashing Sex! Sex! Sex! JK, just flashing red light.

A dude one night was touching himself under his towel, standing to the side watching a big cock fuck a tight ass on one of the big screens. As I passed by walking, we made eye contact, so I reached out and touched his nipple, he touched back. He was a big beefy guy, probably around 40, built like an American football linebacker. Face to face we started kissing, and then I dropped down to suck his cock. We were right next to the big bed, so he gestured to me to get up there, he followed, and with me on my back, he laid on top of me, missionary position, holding my arms up above my head in a kind of dom way. I thought he was going to fuck me, and I would've had to slow him down for a condom (there's a dispenser on the wall) but he just grinded me while also restricting my movement. I struggled a little, not very much LOL, and eventually he straddled my chest and fucked my mouth while pinning my wrists above my head. He didn't last long, he'd worked himself up pretty well before putting his cock in my mouth, but his cock was long and slender, and most of his load shot straight into my throat.

The sling itself is busiest when the establishment itself is busiest, and in general guys will hang out in that room, when approached they suck cock, then climb into the sling for a good fucking, usually with a group standing around, sometimes taking turns. My one experience in the sling: I was hooking up with a guy one Wednesday night when it was not busy at all, no one else was around, and I asked him to fuck me in the sling just to see what it was like. It's great, you're fully exposed and positionable by the guy fucking you. The sling holds your ass at just the right level, and you can pull your knees up (which I did) or around his hips (yep) or over his shoulders (absolutely); he can hold your ankles up or you can prop your legs against the chains that suspend the sling from the ceiling. The sling was truly made for getting fucked.

In this particular instance when we were done, as my guy pulled the filled condom from his cock, he said, "You know, I was bummed because the place is so slow, but I guess all it takes is one if it's the right guy!" I thought that was a sweet compliment. Wonder what his fucking name was LOL.

Before we hit the glory holes, allow me to say, you can cruise the hallways, if you walk by an open door, if the guy is on his back and you like his looks, just stand there, eye contact, and if he's interested he'll touch himself, he's wanting to get blown. If he's on his stomach, he's wanting to get fucked, and those guys I've noticed aren't really even checking out what's coming, apparently, they just want a hard cock. Honestly, other than blowing a few guys (and I leave the door open which draws a crowd) I don't have much experience cruising rooms, more getting invited to rooms from action that starts in the other venues.

And Glory Be to the Glory Holes. They work best when it's busy. The simplest transaction is, if you want to get blown, go inside a booth and stroke yourself, doesn't matter if the door is open or closed. When a guy is willing, he'll come in the adjacent booth and either reach through the hole or stick one finger through at the bottom of the hole, that means he's asking for your cock. And then if you're looking to suck, you’re the finger through the hole, you kneel or squat and wait for a cock to poke through.

I personally use the booths this way, and it worked for me last visit, several weeks ago before the shit hit the fan: I wanted to suck cock, so I squatted inside the booth, with the booth door open. Guys as they passed by, if interested, either stepped into my same booth, or into the adjacent one, to stick their dicks through the hole. Couple of guys stopped by for a quick suck without getting off (if not interested, I would've stood up to take a lap). But the third guy, once he saw I was ready to go the distance, whipped off his towel, spread his legs, and let me have my way with a nice, hard cock. Within minutes his breath quickened, he announced loudly (the whole room heard it LOL), "Fuck I'm gonna cum!!" And he gave me a big load, six or eight nice bursts ... I thought he was done, but when I pulled off for a quick swallow, another little squirt nailed me across my lips and chin. I enjoyed that he then let me milk him and stroke his balls with my fingertips as he softened in my mouth for a good while (some guys' glans, including my own, are sensitive to aggressive, continued sucking immediately after orgasm). "You've obviously done this before," he told me. I simply smiled and pushed the dollop of his cum off my chin into my mouth, said, "Indeed." And I kissed the tip of his cock one last time.

And because we had left the door open, we had a couple of spectators with their dicks out, ready to go. One stepped up for a suck, I grabbed the other by the cock and pulled him in, wound up having my lips around two cocks at the same time, their cock heads rubbing together inside my mouth, my tongue flicking between them. But they weren't quite ready to cum, so after a little fun we parted ways.

For getting blown, I stroke myself close, again with the door open, and somebody is going to be attracted to my hard cock. Stiff dicks are very popular. If I'm getting blown through a glory hole, as a courtesy, I knock three times before I'm about to cum, in case his hearing is affected by the sucking sound his mouth is making on my cock.

BTW if you're going to blow a guy through a hole, have the decency to finish him off when he's close, don't chicken out. It should be obvious: if you're not sure you're ready to swallow, then you're not ready to be on the sucking side of the glory hole. But trust me, swallowing is the best part ... well, actually, immediately before the swallowing is the best part.

You get some great cocksuckers in the glory holes, dedicated professionals. They've brought me up on my toes, crying like a little girl with rock hard nipples ... sucked the fire out of my loins, I'm telling you.

Hope this helps, we'll get through this 2020 bio-emergency together, it won't be pretty but best wishes to everyone, Good Luck, we're all gonna need it.

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Link: www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/fr0mr5/bath_house_the_grand_tour/