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I was a late bloomer, with my first gay sexual experience being sucked off at an adult bookstore booth when I was 17. Then, I kept going back, of course. It was at the bookstore that I read about the existence of bathhouses. I headed for the nearest bathhouse and I’ve been hooked ever since. They are safe places tomorrow have sex with a variety of men, which is why it’s sad to see them dying. Younger generations who rely on apps have no idea how much more fun bathhouses can be. I stayed in the closet a while, so bathhouses were my only sexual outlet. I learned so much watching and experiencing. It the first place I fucked someone, got my ass eaten out, tried poppers, fisted guys, dildoed guys, had group sessions, learned to enjoy bottoming, glory hole sucking, had my ass played with (expertly by my college English professor—but he didn’t recognize me). I’d also gotten the chance to watch so many guys having sex—fun and educational! My motto has always been that I would try anything sexually twice to see if I liked it, and bathhouses help me try many. What did you first try or see at a bathhouse?

I've been going back and thinking about a lot my first hook ups and realized that the majority of men who were interested in me were what you'd call rough trade. Now if you knew me in the 80s you would have called me a pretty Latin twink, a short skinny boy who at 18 still looked like I was a freshman in high school. In my 20s, the same twink , still looking like a high school student. The men who wanted me, bikers, men with tattoos, did drugs, easily 10 years my senior, didn't go to gay clubs. My early years were definitely educational being with men with what you'd call ... shady. What about you?

Ugh! Making us wait here is torture, but in a good way. Of course, I hope we don’t have to wait too long.

My advice to get around this, use a VPN are just use Epic Browser ( [think before following links] https://epicbrowser.com/ )

Ugh! Making us wait here is torture, but in a good way.

What percentage of the ESC clientele are partying? Years ago, on Sat night/Sunday morning at the WSC, the whole club was full of partiers—a great place to come down from a party weekend As apps took over, people went less and less.

I awoke the next morning, feeling as though my rest hadn't done much to solve my tiredness. My throat was still dry, and I crawled out of bed and hit the kitchen to gulp down some water--hydration before a run was important. The cold water felt wonderful going down, and I trudged back to the bed room and slipped into a light-fit shirt and shorts and pulled on my running shoes. I headed down the road to my local trailhead, and decided to take one of the easier paths--I really wanted to run. I was about 20 minutes into my run and I just didn't seem to have the energy I normally do. I had definitely worked up a sweat, despite my short exertion on the trails, but it felt good to be outside in the warm air. I decided if I didn't have the energy to run, I'd at least explore a trail. I found myself heading up the same trail on which I had met G a week past. I struggled a bit to get up some of the initial steep inclines, almost pushing myself up off each rock. It took me about 45 minutes to reach that fallen tree where I had been caught so off-guard, but there I was again sitting on it. Catching my breath, I looked around and again took in the scenery. A hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped straight off the log. I heard a laugh from behind and knew instantly that Gerry had once again managed to sneak up on me. I turned and there he was, in that same red tank top he'd had on before and a pair of basketball shorts, with a small backpack slung over his right shoulder. "Well hey there, Reid, haven't seen you the last couple days! Good to see you back up in the hills." "Yeah," I responded, "been a crazy, busy week. New job and all." "Oh yeah? Last we talked all I knew is you had just gone through a breakup and were out exploring the world again," he said with a smirk. "Guess you really are going through a period of new beginnings and all!" "Yeah, I suppose." "You seem a little off today," he said, with just a hint of concern on his face. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm just a little worn out already. Wanted to really get in a good run and all, but I'm just not feeling it today, which is unusual for me." "Oh really? Well maybe some company will help perk you up?" Oh, it would, and it did. As if on-cue, I felt my cock twitch. In all the ass-fucking frenzy of the previous night I hadn't gotten off. My ass may have still been a bit sore, but my cock was all ready to take the lead. And by the lead, I mean straight into more trouble of the sexual kind. But hey, I'm gullible, and I figured maybe this time I could keep my composure and let a hike be a hike. "Sure, maybe the motivation will get me going." "Great! Let's head up the trail again, it's my favorite of course!" And with that, we were off again. G had taken note of how I didn't seem to be at a full-energy level, so he didn't press the pace. We headed up the trail, occasionally chatting about my new job. Being tech support, it's hard to converse about what I do with people not technically-inclined, but he seemed to grasp most of what I told him when I did occasionally get into some detail. He really seemed fascinated by the fact I was able to do as much as I did from the comfort of my home, though as I pointed out most tech problems usually end up being the user or the software. I hadn't yet encountered a situation where hardware had been at fault. "Here, want to take a rest?" he suddenly asked. I looked around and realized we had reached that spot where last time we had explored each other. Or, well, G had explored me. "Yeah," I responded. "I didn't realize we had gotten this far up already." "I figured if we talked a bit, it would take your mind off the climb. Seems I was right," he observed. And he was. I hadn't really been focusing on my lack of energy, which seemed to be a little higher now that we had been moving around. We sat on that same large fallen tree that just days ago I had been bent over. G pulled a pair of water bottles out of his backpack and handed one to me. We both drank pretty greedily--it was fairly warm after all. With just an inch or so of water left in his, he lifted the bottle over his head and poured it over himself. He shook his head back and forth, spraying the water in all directions including on me. "Ha! Sorry bud, got you a little wet there," he laughed. "All good," I said with a little laugh of my own. The silliness of it brought a little levity to my atypically down mood. His hand landed on the back of my neck as he brushed some of the splashes off. My cock twitched feeling the warmth of his hand hit my skin. He noticed. "Oh, didn't realize brushing water off would affect THAT!" I blushed and turned my head to the left to face him, and realized his face had already moved in close. I was powerless to respond as his lips made contact with mine, separating them and his tongue pushing deep into my mouth. His hand moved up from my neck to the back of my head and pulled me face further against his and his tongue sank back almost to my tonsils. His tongue explored my mouth for a couple minutes as his other hand moved to grip my now rock-hard cock through my shorts. He gave my member a few squeezes, before reaching down my thigh, finding the opening in my shorts where my left leg exited, and reaching up in to caress my balls. He broke the kiss and pulled back a little, but locked his eyes on mine. "I've been hoping to see you again. I had such an amazing time with you last we met, I've been hoping we could do it again." I didn't know how to respond, and as his hand in my shorts slowly moved from my balls down betwen my legs, I simply closed my eyes, moaned, and spread my legs giving his fingers access to probe my hole. I felt one of them begin to just penetrate my opening, and suddenly felt something begin oozing out. G noticed it too, and pulled his hand back slowly, and his hand emerged from my shorts with a glob of cum on the inside of his fingertip. "Oh my, what have we here?" "Oh, um, sorry," I said weakly, "I fooled around a little last night." Shit, I felt like such a fool not having anticipating this, or at the very least cleaning myself up a bit more after last night's plowing. I knew I had just blown the moment. "So what you're saying is, you came prepared?" Whoa, hadn't....... thought of it that way? G stuck his finger in his mouth briefly and sucked the cum off it, then stood up in front of me. He reached forward and with his hands clamped in my armpits, pulled me up off the log to stand squarely before him. For just a moment neither of us moved, our eyes were locked and nothing was said. His hands drifted down to my shorts and with a quick tug they dropped to the ground once my cock had sprung free. It bounced up and hit my pelvis, a strand of precum swinging up and sticking to my stomach. His hands next moved upward, slipping under my shirt and pulling it upward. My arms swung up and my shirt was up and over my head and on the ground in one swoop. I stepped gently out of my shorts, naked in front of G except for my shoes. His eyes remained locked on my as he slowly pulled his tank top up and over his head. His massive chest was fairly furry as he exposed it to me for the first time, and I noticed he had some tattoos, though it was hard to make them out fully beneath his fur and his dark, tanned skin. I was about to ask him about it when my eyes followed his hands down to his shorts, and the cock pointing out from within them. He knew I was watching and slowly pulled the front of his shorts out and freed his 8-inch, thick monster. As his shorts dropped to the ground, his own strand of precum dangled from the droop of foreskin hanging from the front. He gripped his cock with his right hand, and slowly pulled the foreskin back, exposing the pink mushroom it covered. My eyes never left it. He broke my trance by reaching down and picking up his shorts. He took them in hand, along with his tank top, and then reached down to collect my shirt and shorts. He laid them out on the trunk as if creating a bed. He turned to me and held out his hand--I took it. He guided me over and then sat me in the middle of the blanket of clothing. He pulled up on my left leg while pressing down on my chest and I realized he wanted me to lay back on the log; I did exactly as he wished.

I fist topped a guy at a bathhouse who imported his poppers from Australia. He had lived their for a few years and they were better than anything he had ever tried in the US. I agree—they were amazing. Unfortunately I didn’t take note of their name.

I was part of a Zoom room where a son and father would fuck. Both so handsome, they looked just like each other. There was lots of tender touching and kissing between them. The fucking ranged from making love to more aggressive pounding. They were from Australia. Whenever they were in the room, everyone else would be focused on them. One time, there was another older guy (they never said if he was a relative or just a FB) and, together, they spit-roasted the son. Sadly, the zoom rooms don’t seem to exist much any more.

Yesterday I was at the hospital for my periodic sex health check, waiting to have my blood sampled. While waiting for my turn I noticed a personal magnetic card of a gym someone had lost on the waiting room floor. Quite probably a year subscription card since the expiration date was still pretty far. I took it, asked the guy next to me if it was his. He said it wasnt but there was another guy sitting there some minutes before and it was likely his. Since he didnt seem to be around anymore I assumed he had walked away and decided after my blood sampling I would walk to the gym and leave the card to the staff, but right before I walked out of the building I casually met the owner and gave him the card. He thanked me kindly and asked if he could offer me some breakfast at the local bar, I told it wasnt necessary but if it pleased him to do so I would gladly accept and moments later we were having a coffee and a brioche. We didn't talk much but all the time I fantasized about offering him some head since he was hot, the place increased the chance of him being gay or bi by a significant margin and even the fact that he had offered me something could've been an attempt by him to hook up, but in the end I didn't manage to push my luck and nothing else than the breakfast happened. The point is: I've been raised to be extremely cautious and discrete when in public as a form of respect for others (definitely not because I am ashamed or insecure about sex or myself). When I'm in contexts I feel appropriate(clubs, baths, or even just surrounded by people I know to have a kinky mindset) I am pretty shameless and slutty, but when with strangers I tend to control myself a lot both physically and behaviorally. I know this makes me an enjoyable guy for many, but I also cannot but think it costs me chances of fun I otherwise could have, such as this episode. It's sort of a small short circuit in my mind. Do some of you guys feel similar or have tips (as general as a tip to a stranger could be, ofc)?

I'm shocked to read about the guys who were self-conscious because they developed EARLY. I was a precocious kid but this was pre-Internet and I had no brothers so I rarely saw guys naked. Consequently, I was super worried that I was late. My first bf, in my early 20's, was Latino and VERY hairy. I used to joke about shaving him. One time, after an argument, he decided to surprise me and he Nair'd himself (how could I possibly remain mad at him after that?) He called me a few minutes later in a panic because it was burning. I'll never forget when I next saw him naked. Ribcage up: Gorilla. Below that, hairless. I tried to talk him into doing the top half but no go. Maybe I should have picked another argument 🙂 Years later, we became Facebook friends and I learned he was undergoing chemo. I (half) joked that I wanted pics.

The longest I sucked one dick was about 45 minutes. Probably the best sucking experience I ever had. The longest I sucked multiple dicks was around 2 hours in the back room of a sex shop. They just kept lining up! How about you?

I have a thing for cleft chins

I was surprised when I visited Mexico City. Lots of gays holding hands in the city. Seems like a gay-friendly town