Titus

There was a window of my life - only a couple years - when I was into "safer sex only". During that time I did manage to stick to my self-imposed prohibition against barebacking. Of course, it didn't last, so make of that what you will. Believe it or not, during my teens and early twenties I used to find condoms rather arousing. As someone growing up in the late 80's and early 90's, condoms just seemed so inextricably linked to sex that, to me, they took on a sexiness all of their own. That said, barebacking was the norm throughout my relationship with my first mentor/fuckbuddy. Every once in a while we would use condoms, but we used them almost the way you would a sex toy - just a break from our normal routine. I enjoyed rolling them down over his shaft. And even though I preferred the feel of his bare cock inside me, I liked seeing the pocket of trapped cum after he'd fuck me. Our relationship had been relatively exclusive, so I felt pretty safe going bare with him. But just as that relationship was ending due to him moving away, I started visiting the local bathhouses. Suddenly, thanks to anonymous strangers at the baths, my number of sexual partners was skyrocketing. I felt like the only way that I could continue to be that promiscuous while still remaining safe was if I resolved to only fuck with condoms. And at that time (mid 90's), the safer sex push were still going strong, and condom use was much more widespread, so it actually seemed like "safer sex only" would probably lead to more sexual opportunities than not. But then one night at the bathhouse, I got stealthed by someone who removed the condom mid-fuck. I was enjoying one of the best fucks of my life, but at first I didn't realize what was making it feel so amazing. It was a steady, prolonged fuck that seemed to go on forever. At some point he pulled out so we could adjust positions. I rolled over to face him, and that's when I noticed his bare cock. Admittedly, my initial reaction was one of alarm. I couldn't believe he had decided to take it off and continue fucking me without even telling me. He could tell that I was unsettled by what I had just discovered. He didn't try to justify or explain himself. Instead, he gently asked if I wanted him to put a new one on. I was still nervous as hell at the thought of what I might be risking, but in that moment, after how good it had felt, there was no way I could ask him to put a condom back on. I gave him the go ahead, and he slipped back inside my ass, and we finished our fuck. Skin on skin. Cum in ass. After that, I didn't immediately make the switch to barebacking all the time. But it did open me up to being much more flexible. At first, I was still telling partners that I was safe sex only, but unlike before, if any of them went ahead and penetrated me bare, I never tried to stop them. And over time, that eventually shifted into me finally admitting to myself and my potential partners that I want to be fucked bareback.

Thanks for that suggestion too. Unfortunately for me, my visit to Toronto takes places over a Monday/Tuesday... the two days of the week when the Attic is closed.

Neither of my choices are options in the poll. For me, I feel sexiest in briefs. I like my daddy tops in boxers. Although neither should remain on for too long.

No more sensitive than any other place on my upper body. When guys play with my nipples I appreciate their efforts, but it does nothing for me. I always wonder what it is that I'm missing out on when guys ask me to play with theirs, and they're so clearly getting off on it. But I suppose everyone's unique, and we all have certain places that are more sensitive on us than they are on others.

Thanks for the response. I prefer older guys, so The Cellar sounds tempting, although I'm not too into the leather scene. If I don't go there, I'll probably try Steamworks. Do you have any experience with Central Spa? I have to go to the west end anyway, so maybe I'll check it out late afternoon, and then spend my night at one of the ones downtown.

I'll be making a short stop in Toronto soon, and was wondering if any locals can tell me which bathhouses are still around and preferably open 24/7. St Marc/G.I. Joe was always my go-to place, but I know it closed down a few years ago. Thanks.

Yes, I've seen a huge difference in how busy they get. Over the last decade there's been a huge drop-off in attendance. I first started going to bathhouses nearly 20 years ago. It used to be that no matter when you went you could count on there being a decent-sized crowd of horny men. I would often head over late on a weeknight, and there would always still be plenty of men actively cruising and fucking each other until the brink of dawn. But as people started to become more connected by the internet, the crowds started to dwindle to the point where they could no longer afford to stay open 24/7, and now close up at 11:00 each night except on weekends. I really miss what the baths used to be like. They were a convenient and relatively safe place for me to experiment and explore my sexuality while still in my late teens/early 20s, in a way that I don't think would have been possible without them.

Yeah, it could be that you have exceptionally good technique that your bottoms have enjoyed... I don't know. I can say that while I don't usually enjoy being fingered, I generally don't tell my tops that I'm not into it, or ask them to stop. The only time I'll say something is if they ask me point blank if I like being fingered. Then I'll tell them 'no', and they're usually happy to move on to something I do like. But most of the time I'll just endure it, and try to focus on the fact that it shouldn't be too much longer until their cock is deep in my ass instead of their fingers.

I'm in complete agreement. I appreciate that most tops think they're doing me a favour by penetrating me with something smaller before giving me their cock, but I find it counterproductive. It actually makes my ass tense up rather than relax. We always think of cocks being "hard", but unlike a boney finger, they're a soft fleshy type of "hard". I think that's what makes them feel so much nicer than a finger, despite their larger girth. If a top wants my to help my relax my hole, some poppers and/or his tongue will get the job done perfectly. No need to go poking around with your knuckely fingers.

If I'm in a sling or it's a gangbang situation, I'm pretty much open to all cummers. If I'm looking for one-on-one sex, I'm a little more picky, but still somewhat flexible. With me, it's age that's usually the issue. As a daddy chaser, I just don't get as much of an emotional/psychological turn-on when giving my ass up to someone who's closer to my own age. I typically look for guys who are at least 10 years older, but ultimately I'll compromise on that if it means the difference between getting fucked or going home unfulfilled.

In that moment I often imagine what it would be like if people from my past could see me, what would they be going through their heads as they watched? My thoughts usually turn to my mom, grandparents, aunts and uncles, teachers, parents of friends, and ex-girlfriends. I can't help but wonder what they would think if they knew that the quiet, boring, well-behaved boy they once knew was actually a cock-hungry slut who regularly lets total strangers cum in his ass.

I agree with RawLeather, although I take your point about not wanting to put yourself and others at risk. My first gangbang was at a sauna. Although I enjoyed myself, I was quite worried throughout, because I hadn't even intended to get gangbanged and because I was not as accustomed to barebacking with strangers as I am now. It happened while visiting L.A., and it was the first time I had seen a full mattress set up for use in a common area at a sauna. Even though I had paid for a room I was immediately excited about the possibility of being fucked where others could watch. Although I had been going to baths for a while, I was still young and innocent enough that it didn't occur to me that it was unlikely that the other men would limit themselves to just watching. I lingered in that common area until a daddy top invited me to join him on the mattress. By the time I got off the mattress I had taken 8 cocks up my ass.

I think I've experienced the phenomenon that highlife is describing. It's not really an aversion to cum (or more specifically - one's own cum). It's just that when I'm feeling horny and the idea pops into my head that I should taste or swallow my own cum, it's that thought that's exciting me and propelling me towards orgasm. But the second my orgasm hits, it's like my brain automatically decides that it's no longer necessary because I've already achieved the sexual release I was after. It's sort of like how many bottoms will tell you that they don't like to cum until after they've been fucked because they don't always feel like getting fucked immediately after an orgasm. I agree with what others have said about positioning themselves so they can cum directly into their own mouths. That's one way to overcome this problem. Another way I've sometimes dealt with it is to cum into a cup or a shot glass. If I don't feel like drinking it immediately, I set it aside while I look at porn. Usually within 10 minutes I'm feeling really horny again, and my desire to swallow my own cum has returned to full strength. Then it's down the hatch.

I've always just thrown my unwanted stuff in the garbage. Growing up when magazines were one of the more prevalent types of porn, it seemed like a lot of guys used to "pay it forward" by leaving it a public space for others to find. Before I was old enough to buy my own porn, I had already amassed a large collection just by exploring the back lots of the commercial strip near my place. Most of it was straight porn mags (Hustler, Hawk, Club, Swank, Penthouse Forum), but I had did find a few issues of Playgirl that served me quite well.

The expected dress code at most bathhouses is either; towel, naked, or underwear. When cruising the halls, unless you feel like you look especially cute/sexy in your undies, I would suggest you simply wrap a towel around your waist. It's minimal, but it still leaves you with something for others to discover. If you're in the sauna, open it up, and let others see what you've got. When you're in your room, it just depends on what you think works for you. Many guys will get naked and leave their door open. I like to drape my towel halfway down my ass, for a Coppertone girl effect.

My advice - especially for first-timers - is to get a room. A room ensures that you'll have at least one somewhat private place to play if you so choose. It'll also be "yours", so it gives you a little bit more control, and it's a place where you can chill out on your own for a while if you find yourself getting overwhelmed on your first visit. Expect that many of the men you'll meet will want to bareback. I assume you're on this site because you're into barebacking, but if that's not the case, then you should be prepared to make that clear upfront, because once you start, a lot of guys won't ask. Unless you enjoy spit or dry fucking, you should probably bring your own lube. Expect to be ogled, touched, and groped by complete strangers. Go in with an open mind, and a positive attitude, and enjoy!

Poppers saved my sex life. Maybe even my life - period. Who knows? I never used to use them, having been taught how to relax and take a cock from when I first started. Then I got raped. I spent the next year desperately wanting to enjoy sex as I always had up until that point, but my body simply refused to cooperate. No matter how horny I was, no matter how relaxed I thought I was, no matter how much lube was applied; my asshole would always clamp shut whenever someone would try to penetrate me. Throughout that period, my attempts to get fucked almost always ended in frustrated failure for me and my unfortunate partners. At some point they would give up, and often apologize for not being able to give me the fucking I wanted. I, of course, would tell them that it wasn't their fault... that it was my body that was making it impossible... and that I was the one who should be apologizing for having wasted their time and not gotten them off as planned. I would always offer them my mouth, inner thighs, hands, or whatever as a consolation prize, but those always felt like poor substitutes for my uncooperative ass. For many, the mood was already dead at that point anyway. A determined few did ultimately manage to force their way into my ass during that period, but the pain was excruciating. I did my best to endure the pain for as long as I could bear it, but would often (against all my bottomly instincts) have to beg them to stop before they could finish. Sometimes we wouldn't even reach that point. If he happened to pull a bit too far back on the backstroke and his cock popped out of my ass, it would close up even tighter than before. When that happened, I don't think anyone ever made it back in a second time. Those few "successes", where guys did manage to penetrate me were counterproductive in the long run. Although I got at least some fulfillment from finally being able to feel a man inside me once again, my body was being re-traumatized each time. Because despite those instances being consensual, my asshole was not giving itself up willingly. It was only happening through "force", which only made my ass even more stubborn the next time. Needless to say, this was a horrible time in my life. I didn't actually feel like I was traumatized by the rape. I just wanted to move on, but my body wouldn't let me. I felt like a failure, sexually. I took on more guilt and shame with each unsuccessful encounter. I felt like an unintentional cock tease. I had become worthless as a bottom, and I feared that I may never enjoy sex again. All of this disappointment, guilt, shame, and anxiety began to affect me outside of sex too, and I became deeply depressed. I had struggled with depression before, but previously, I had found promiscuous sex to be an excellent coping mechanism. Now, due to the circumstances, it was only making me feel worse. I had been offered poppers on countless occasions, but had always declined. I don't drink, nor had I ever experimented with other substances. I didn't mind my that my tops often used poppers throughout our sessions, but I had no interest in using them myself. At that time I was unaware of their muscle relaxing properties, and had assumed they were only used to achieve a quick high. Guys would just shrug whenever I'd decline their offers to take a whiff, and because I had always successfully taken cock prior to my rape, no one ever felt it necessary to explain their full benefits or urge me to reconsider. I went to my local bathhouse one weekday afternoon. I got myself settled in, and once I opened my door to receive visitors, it wasn't too long before a man appeared at the threshold and asked if he could come in. I still remember him almost as if he were a mystical being who was sent there to save me. He was a man in his mid-fifties, bald, bearded, with a daddy bear build, although with very little body hair except for his pubes. I was immediately attracted to him, but beyond that, there was just something about him that put me at ease. I don't usually notice these things, but there was such kindness and gentleness in his eyes and his smile. We enjoyed a brief flirtatious chat before he guided my head down to his beautiful 7.5" cut cock. As I sucked, he grabbed his bottle of poppers and took a few whiffs. As always, I declined. He tried playing with my hole while I continued sucking his cock, and he remarked how tight it was. I confessed that it was often too tight to get fucked, but he was unfazed by that. He asked if I still wanted to try, and I unreservedly said yes. He suggested some rimming to help my relax, and had me lay down on my stomach while his tongue made its way to my ass. After a blissful 10-15 minutes on the receiving end of his tongue, he reached for my bottle of lube and applied it liberally over my hole. He then grabbed a condom and rolled it over his shaft. He applied more lube on the outside of the condom, and then he pressed his cock against my asshole. Nothing. It was clamped shut. We tried again and again, but my ass was unyielding. I assured him that on my stomach was the best position for me to relax, but when it became clear that it wasn't going to work, we cycled through a series of other positions. He kept offering me poppers throughout, but I told him that I don't use them. Thankfully, he remained patient with me. He finally decided to get rid of the condom, revealing that he preferred to use them because he had a wife at home, but in this instance he decided that it probably wasn't doing us any favours. He lubed-up his bare cock, and resumed trying to enter me. Still nothing. I was on my back, legs resting on his shoulders when he offered me poppers once again. I shook my head 'no'. He then gazed down at me with those gentle eyes, and when our eyes met, and he tenderly intoned, "trust me". I was still nervous as hell about breaking this personal taboo of mine, but in that moment I decided that I would trust him. I don't even think I felt as much trepidation the first time I had sex with a man. Hand shaking, I reached out and took the bottle from him. I unscrewed the cap, and lifted the bottle toward my nostril. I took one last look at his radiant face for reassurance. I inhaled. Then again, more deeply. Then once more in the other nostril. Whooosh!! My heart began to race. My face felt hot, followed by a similar feeling in my chest and arms. My head began to swim. "Oh my God! What's happening? I don't like this," I thought to myself. I glanced back up at him, and as if reading my mind, he said, "You're ok. Just relax." I threw my head back and stared up at the ceiling waiting for the dizziness to pass. I looked back at my gentle daddy bear. He had a most satisfied smile on his face. It took me another few seconds to realize why. "OH MY GOD!! Is it actually possible that I'm feeling what I think I'm feeling? Is that his cock already fully sheathed inside my ass?" I became aware of his balls just below my asshole. "Yep, those are his balls, alright." In my popper-induced haze, he managed to slide his entire thick, 7.5-inch shaft inside my previously impenetrable ass without me even noticing. My head was now beginning to clear, and I smiled up at him, "You're in." He nodded proudly. We locked eyes as he gently massaged my pussy with his cock. As he did, a year's worth of frustration and despair vanished, and tears of relief and joy began to stream down my cheeks. I had not revealed any details of the past year to him. He had no idea what I had been through, but I could tell that he understood immediately that we were in the middle of what was a profound experience for me. This was a fuck of healing. He continued to rock back and forth inside my ass. I went for the poppers again, this time, not to help me relax - my ass was holding up just fine - but just to experience that rush for a second time. Now knowing what to expect, I was able to enjoy it without becoming alarmed by the new and unfamiliar sensations. I blissed-out as he began to pick up the pace of his strokes. My sphincter relaxed to the point where he was able to completely withdraw and slide back in without any resistance - something I hadn't experienced in over a year. He went even faster until he finally thrust into me and held still, his cock pulsing deep inside me - the first load of semen to be deposited there since my rapist's. I reached down for my cock, and within a few strokes I unleashed a stream of cum all across my chest and onto the wall of the room. My daddy bare stranger and I helped clean each other up. We embraced, and I thanked him for his patience, and for the wonderful fuck he had given me. Although I had not told him why the fuck had been so meaningful to me, he must have known on some level that it was deeply important, and yet he was thanking me, and insisting that the pleasure had been all his. As I left the bath that day, I stopped at the front desk and bought my first bottle of poppers. As soon as I got home, I got out my dildos and porn and tested to see if it had all been a fluke. Sure enough, I discovered that my ass was a lot more accommodating with the assistance of poppers. Within a day or two I was back at the bathhouse taking cock after cock without any problem. I quickly made up for lost time, visiting the bathhouse 4-5 times a week for the next month. My depression disappeared, and my sex life had been saved.

In real life I like it thin and runny. Thick is nicer to look at in porn, but I find a runnier consistency is easier to swallow during oral, and makes me feel even sluttier if it quickly seeps out of my ass after a good fuck.

Two hours is the longest rimjob I've received. Prior to that, as much as I love being rimmed, I wouldn't have thought it possible that it could maintain my interest for that long. But this guy was such a master of analingus that I didn't want it to end. The only reason why we finally had to break was because his roommate was coming home.

I think most local LGBTTQ organizations compile lists of gay-friendly doctors, and are happy to pass along their info for anyone who asks.

I've never run into a co-worker, but I've come across a surprising number of online profiles of my customers, and have even run into a few at the bathhouse. None of that has led to anything. I did have a series of hook-ups with a customer and his husband, but that only came about after months of flirting, and then a chance meeting on the street.

I always have a good time at GI Joe. I'm hoping to visit again soon. I don't consider myself all that picky, but I'll admit to occasionally telling younger guys that I'm just not interested. Body type, ethnicity, cock size all don't matter to me. But when it comes to age, I do have my preferences. And while I do try to be somewhat flexible, there's a limit to how far I can go before it just doesn't work for me. I'm sure 20 y/o cock would still feel great in my ass, but it's just not something I would find emotionally and psychologically fulfilling. Fortunately, the demographic at my usual sauna skews older, so this is rarely an issue. And of course, none of that applies to when I'm in a sling. Then it's cum one, cum all.

There are still tops who insist on using condoms. Unlike some of the previous comments, I find married men are often the ones who will insist on their use. They may be used to bare sex at home, but they're often terrified of catching something that they could take back home, and that can override their preference for skin on skin.

Perfectly said, Agent Colby. I love the physical sensation of cock and cum in my ass. But my desire to get fucked is always driven by the emotional fulfillment it gives me. And in that sense, yes, I most definitely am seeking my own satisfaction, even though my sexual encounters rarely involve an orgasm of my own.

I've napped plenty of times, especially when I'm staying overnight in another city. If you've got a limited amount of time, it can save you from having to choose between getting fucked and getting some sleep. The baths I frequent also play music, but fortunately, they usually keep the volume pretty moderate. I can often hear everything that's going on 3-5 rooms in either direction.