This is posted in the gay male category because it obviously involves gay male sex. It does include incest in parts so if this offends you please don't read. Hope you enjoy.
As I walked to the train station from my apartment I was getting a little nervous. I was not sure why but I always did when I headed into the city to visit my favourite bathhouse. When I say favourite I don't have much to compare with, I have only been to one other before.
I was at work one day when I heard a couple of co-workers talking. They were joking about a bathhouse that was in the town I lived in. I know they were making fun of those who frequented this place. It got me thinking. I had been having thoughts about men lately. I wondered what it would be like to have man sex.
I got the courage up one Saturday evening and I drove over to the bathhouse. I entered and I paid the fee. The attendant gave me a key for a locker to store my belongings
I was in the dark, helpless, his tongue unerringly returning to my wanting ass, providing the enveloping pleasure that he now knew I wouldn't, couldn't, resist. Each flick against my skin a gently cresting wave, pulling me back into the depths of his perfectly baited trap, propelled on a neverending current of primal satisfaction at the very core of my body. Being rimmed in a bathhouse was even more seductively irresistible than my wildest fantasies. I had become completely unable to do anything
I had become addicted to massages since my first mind opening experience. Having my body's tensions removed by another while pleasuring a cock was liberating. My first experience quickly opened up new possibilities of how to enjoy my own and another man's sexual parts.
However, I felt that I was still inexperienced and wanted to be exposed to more. While I had limitless access to online video content, the experience of watching in front of my computer with my raging hard on, did n
I stumbled out of the booth and joined the rest of the crowd in the maze. The smell of cum was building up in the air - I'm sure that my last fling was a contributing factor to the sexy and musky air. As I walked around, a few men rubbed up against me to gain attention, but I was not inspired by any of them to be my next adventure. When suddenly, a familiar voice rang behind my ear - "Hey - are those hands of yours available?" It was the first guy that I met in the shower! I was so glad that I s
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