Back in the 1970's, before AIDS, I used to enjoy visiting bath houses and having sex with whomever was interested in joining me. First I would go to a few topless bars and get turned on by the girating, sexy girls. I am bisexual, but women are so much harder to have sex with on a moment's notice, and they usually want to get "involved," so I found it easier to just play with my fellow men, so to speak.
In case you are unfamiliar with bathhouses (they have been pretty well banned since AIDS became an epidemic), You would go in and pay a small fee, be given a key and a towel, and then find the room to which you had been assigned. It was just a small room with a bed and some hooks to hang your clothes on. The sheets were changed frequently, so they were usually clean and fresh (at least when I got there!).
I would take my clothes off and then, with only my towel, I would make my way to the shower room. Men walked around the place with just a towel either around their torso or hanging in front of their privates. Sometimes we just went around naked. Since I was usually pretty drunk by the time I got there, I didn't worry about covering myself with a towel.
In there shower there might be nobody else, or there might be several men. I remember one time when I was alone with another man, when I had soaped up and had soap on my ass, he cuddled up to me and rubbed his penis into my ass crack. It felt so nice and clean and intimate! He didn't put it all the way into me, but it felt nice just to have him rub his hard, hot cock along my crack.
After a nice shower I would go to my little room and lie on my bed with the door open, hoping some nice man would come by and see me there, playing with my prick and getting it hard. He might watch me for a while and then ask if he could come in.
I would say yes, then he would step in and begin fondling my cock and balls while I did the same to him, me lying on my bed and he standing next to it. When he stepped close enough I would take his cock in my mouth while he bent over and took mine in his mouth. Then he would climb over me and let his cock and balls hang in my face.
I loved sucking a cock with the testicles banging on my for head while he fucked my face. Then when he came I would take the cum into my mouth, what I could of it, and let the rest run down my face and into my ears.
I didn't usually cum as fast because I wanted the evening to last. Besides, being drunk, my cum came slower than most of the people I had sex with.
Another time I was 69ing with a guy, with my head sort of hanging off the side of the bed and he standing over me, his cock in my mouth, his balls on my forehead, when another guy stepped in and started fucking my first friend in the ass. What a sight! I came in the mouth of they guy who was sucking me off at the same time the other guy came in his ass, and some of the cum dripped down into my face. Needless to say, I needed another shower after than.
I used to enjoy going into the steam room. It was kind of hot, but one got used to it and could stay in for quite a while before needing a cold shower. One time I was sucking off a guy who was lying on the top bench, and another guy climbed up and put his cock in my face. I took turns sucking them off until the guy on top shot his wad on my face just as the other guy shot his wad into my mouth. I was in heaven!
I met some really nice guys in the bathhouse, and had some wonderful sexual experiences. I was sad to see them close. I then had to find sex in adult movie theaters.
But. . .that's another story.
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