Titus

If I'm understanding you correctly, the issue isn't so much that you feel like parting ways with the guy you just fucked; it's that you feel like leaving the bath house altogether. Is that correct? I've experienced that myself, which is why I usually don't allow myself to cum until I know I'm ready to leave. But on those occasions when I have cum a bit too early into my stay at the bathhouse, and I feel like I haven't gotten my money's worth, I'll usually just head to my room and close the door. My libido always comes back before too long... especially when it's busy and you can hear other men fucking all around you. Just fight through the urge to leave. It'll pass. And if you find it takes you longer to get back in the mood, you can try bringing a book, an MP3 player (if thieves aren't an issue), or even bring some ear plugs and take a nap. Good luck!

The bath closest to me can be slow at times, so yes, there have been plenty of times that I haven't gotten any raw cock. But that's usually a function of how few guys are there. But if it's busy enough to get fucked by 8 different guys, that is a little bit strange that not one of them was willing to bareback you. Bathhouse culture probably varies from place to place, but it's been my experience locally that maybe only 1/3 of bathhouse tops will offer or suggest condom use, and even fewer will insist on condoms after I make it known that I'm willing to take them raw.

Never felt embarrassed by it. My only bad experience was when my first boyfriend realized that my ass had already been filled with someone else's cum. The man who had filled me was someone who had been fucking me for years, but ours was more of a fuckbuddy/mentorship relationship than a romantic one. My boyfriend expected monogamy from me, and he broke up with me as a result.

You're just entering your prime, Sfmike64. There's plenty of guys (like me) who appreciate the 50+ crowd.

It was never in question for me. My introduction to sex was as a bottom, with someone considerably older than myself. Because of the age difference, I don't think it even occurred to me that we could have switched things up. It just seemed natural to me that someone with his experience would assume the more dominant position in the relationship. I was exclusive to him for a few years, and by the time I began to seek out other partners, my role as a bottom had been thoroughly ingrained into me.

What I find shocking is the 30% of young gay men who don't believe that sex without condoms is more pleasurable and exciting. I mean, I get why people choose to use condoms, but I think it should be nearly unanimous that barebacking is more pleasurable and exciting.

It's closed now, but St Marc in Toronto was my favourite.

Do they provide a place to post messages? My favourite local bath has a chalkboard in the washroom where people can write messages about what they're looking for. Stuff like, "looking to be bred in room 122" or "bareback in 109". You would think that an open door and ass in the air would be enough of a 'green light', but some guys need you to spell it out for them in plain English. Other things that you can do to make it clear that you're interested when guys stop to check you out; look back at them, make eye contact, smile, say 'hi'. Now, that may take away some of the magic for you, but you might have to make that sacrifice in order to get the fucking that you're after. For me, I find it so much hotter when I have my head turned away, I hear the door close behind me, and then he proceeds to fuck me before I ever see his face. But sometimes guys need that one clear sign of affirmation that, "yes, I want you to fuck me" and "no, don't worry, you're not too old/fat/skinny/hairy/bald/etc". Keep in mind that we're all individuals with our own histories. Some guys might not have much bathhouse experience. Some might not even have much same-sex experience. Others might have hang-ups about their age or physical appearance that will make them question whether you'll find them desirable enough to let them fuck you. And still others might be a little too well-mannered to start fucking someone without receiving a clear confirmation that that's what you want. So yeah, even if you're a somewhat passive bottom, you might find that you have to be just a little more proactive in order to seal the deal. Good luck.

My first time was raw. It was 1988. The possibility of using condoms didn't even come up. I was a virgin, and at the time, my awareness of condoms was solely as birth control. He was a divorced man who hadn't been with anyone other than his ex-wife in over a decade, so he was pretty certain that it was safe to fuck me raw.

Sadly, I think you're right. I've dreamt about running a bathhouse. But I've watched the steady decline of my local baths, and I simply don't see it as viable.

For me, it just depends on the daddy's age in relation to mine. While I've always had a thing for older men, I find it hard to relate to them as a son unless they're roughly 20 years older than me. So while I'll still happily spread my cheeks for a man in his 40s, at my age, it takes a man in his mid-50s or older to be my daddy. But yeah, at 40, you're old enough for lots of guys. You might even be in your prime, so enjoy!

Got my first three loads of 2014 this past evening, thanks to an older couple who invited me over to their place. The older of the two is exclusively a top. I was on the receiving end of two of his loads. And in between, his bottom-oriented husband gave me a surprisingly hot fucking for someone who claimed he hadn't topped a guy in over two years. He insisted that I feed him a load before I left, and although I usually couldn't care less about having an orgasm of my own when I'm in the company of other men, I thought it was only fair to grant him his request.

My personal record is 17 within 24 hours, albeit broken into two parts. I hit my local bath on a Friday night. Spent my full 8 hours there getting used by 11 guys that night. Headed home around 4:00 AM for a bit of sleep. Woke up still horny as hell, and was back at the bath by 10:30, where my ass got used by another 6 by the time I was ready to leave again. Those totals are only the ones who fucked me, but I must have had another 10 or so in my mouth.

Tenga egg. I've had some pretty intense jerk-off sessions with these.

Just got back from a motel where I was able to briefly reconnect with a FB from my past. He's only in town for a few days, visiting in-laws for the holidays. He managed to break free from the family for a few hours... just long enough to give me two loads... one down my throat, one up my ass. I rode the hell out of his daddy cock. He and his wife moved away 15 years ago, but we've stayed in touch. We've fucked a few times since then when he's been here on visits, but it had been three years since our last fuck.

I prefer to be both rimmed and lubed when I get fucked.

Playgirl played a role in my sexual awakening too. My mom and I had a neighbour who lived on the same floor as us in our apartment complex. We always exchanged greetings and small talk when we'd see each other in the building, and eventually we became friendly enough that my mom would invite him over for supper once in a while. He reciprocated by extending an invitation for me to come over and play games on his Commodore 64, which I was more than happy to accept. I started going over a couple times a week. Sometimes he'd watch me play, sometimes he'd join in, but usually he'd just let me hang out and play games while he kept busy with other stuff. On this one visit I noticed a stack of magazines sitting on a small cabinet. I was curious to see what they were, so I went over and took a look. It was a pile of about 2 years worth of Playgirls. I started leafing through them, taking in image after image of these handsome naked men and their big thick dangling cocks. My cock reacted to what I was seeing, even though I didn't understand why. I don't think the fact that they were men had much to do with it - if anything. I had already experienced more than a few crushes towards my female classmates, so it wasn't like I suddenly became attracted to guys. I think it was mainly the taboo of seeing pictures of naked people that had my heart racing with excitement. He didn't catch me that first time, but eventually he did. He apologized and said it was his fault for not keeping them in a more discrete location. He said he didn't mind, but he also gently pointed-out that my mom probably wouldn't approve of me looking at such things. He said he'd leave it up to my own conscience, which was more than willing to keep looking at his magazines whenever I'd visit. Nothing ever happened between the two of us. It was still too early in my development for me to have those thoughts on my own, and nothing about him ever indicated that he would have had any interest in me. It turns out that my mom knew he was gay, but after the discovery of his Playgirls, I didn't come to that realization until several years later - after we had already moved to a new place across town.

I agree with vrsguy about the importance of having your ass eaten. That always helps me relax. Poppers are important too. For me, I find flat on my stomach (or just slightly propped up with a pillow under my hips) makes for the easiest penetration. Because I'm just laying there, and not having to move or keep myself balanced or elevated, I find that my whole body is free to relax, including my sphincter. And remembering to keep breathing throughout the experience. If it starts to hurt you might change your breathing pattern, but if you can remember to keep your breathing relaxed, you might find that helps too. And of course, practice makes perfect.

No, it was Club Ottawa (now Central Spa). Hope you have fun at Steamworks if you end up going.

Not this year, but I have spent a few Christmases away from friends and family in the past. I even spent one Christmas at the bathhouse. In hindsight, I'm surprised that it was even open, and even more surprised that I wasn't the only guy there. Of course, it wasn't busy, but the 6 or 7 of us (including the person on staff) made the best of it. Everyone was in a very 'good will towards men' frame of mind. The staff person even opened up the sling room (normally a premium room) for general use. Until then I had only been in the room as an observer, but this time I was able to climb in, and had the pleasure of taking three men up my ass. In the spirit of the season, I even took on the rare role of top, throwing a fuck into a guy who had fallen in love with my cock and begged me to use it on him.

My tops have always been significantly older than me, and this is something that I've encountered somewhat regularly with guys who are 50+. For me, the issue is more about functionality than me being turned off. I get that there are any number of reasons why my top might not immediately get hard - many of them having nothing to do with me - so I don't take it personally. And it's not always easy for me to find the time to hook up with guys. It happens far less than I'd like, so when it does happen, I can't afford to let a bruised ego get in the way of me getting fucked. No, it's only a problem if it becomes clear that he won't be getting hard enough to fuck me. At that point I'd be majorly disappointed, but not turned off.

I think you did the right thing by writing to ask them first, so I don't think you were wrong for having checked it out. But based on your account of that night, it sounds like while the staff and/or management might have been cool with you being there, their clientele might not have felt as comfortable with your presence. If it were me, I probably wouldn't return to The Den just out of respect for the club's regulars, who seem to have certain expectations about who they will and won't encounter when they're there. Maybe I'd consider it if I had one or two buddies who were men of color, and they wanted me to go with them, but I don't think I'd return on my own. Especially (as jcklvrga says) if there are other clubs in Atlanta that typically attract a more mixed crowd.

My only experience with piss play was about 2 months ago on a trip to my local bathhouse. I was in my room, laying on my stomach, legs spread, hoping for a top to come in and fuck me. The place wasn't all that busy that night, so I wasn't so sure about my chances. Then this guy knocked on my door, and asked if I'd enjoy being rimmed. Now, I LOVE having my ass licked, but my goal that night (as it is on all my visits to the bathhouse) was to get fucked. But since I had my doubts about whether I'd find what I was looking for, I decided to say yes to the sure thing. He came in, and for at least an hour , gave me one of the most thorough rimjobs of my entire life. Every so often he would ask me if I had anything to squeeze out. I kept telling him that my bowels were empty (and even if they weren't, I'm not that into the idea of scat). He finally gave up asking about that, but then started to ask if I had to piss. I told him that I didn't - much to his disappointment. He told me how much he loves drinking piss, and how he always "swallows ever drop". We agreed to take a break for a bit. I wanted to cruise the hallways again, just in case any tops had arrived over the last hour. I walked around, but couldn't find any prospective fucks. If anything, it seemed like there were fewer guys around than before. I was checking out the porn in the backroom when I became aware of my need to piss. The idea of pissing into someone's mouth wasn't really a turn-on for me, but I figured it would be a nice way to repay him for his wonderful tonguework on my ass. I went to his room and gave him the good news that I had to pee. I assumed he was going to invite me into his room. It should have raised a red flag in my head when he said he wanted to do it in my room instead. The rooms were identical, so I didn't see why we needed to switch, but I just went along with it and led him back to my room. Once inside, he dropped to his knees. Before we began he asked that I try to release it in small bursts to allow him time to swallow. No problem. He took my cock in his mouth, first-time nerves delayed my flow for a minute or two, but soon enough I relaxed enough to start peeing into his mouth. I'd release some, then pause, then release some more, over and over. He seemed to be swallowing. Or at least he was at first. I finally reached the point where I had completely emptied my bladder into his waiting mouth. I told him that I was done, and I slowly withdrew my cock from his mouth. He remained kneeling on the floor, cheeks puffed-out. I thought he was still going to swallow the rest, but instead he leaned forward and expelled the entire mouthful into the small trash bin beside the bed. What the fuck?! He told me he always swallows everything, and then he spits it into my garbage. I asked him to give me his garbage bin in exchange, and he was like, "oh, it's just a little bit of piss." I explained that I was still hoping to have guys come in and fuck me, and I didn't want anyone to turn me down on account of my room smelling like a urinal. He argued that no one would even notice. And when I told him that I could certainly smell it, rather than trade garbages with me, he merely removed the garbage bag, and threw it into one of the trash containers in the common area. I wasn't too happy with that "solution" either, since I later noticed the bathhouse worker trying to clean the carpet beneath the garbage, where I'm guessing some of it spilled out. So that's my lone experience with watersports. I'm sure he wasn't representative of all guys who are into piss, but I don't think I'll be indulging in it again any time soon.

Brand new here, and since this is stickied at the top, I figured this is a good place for my introductory post. I got my last loads about a month ago from a divorced daddy in his sixties. We had met online just a few days earlier, and scheduled a sex date when he'd have the house to himself. We met up at the halfway point, and then he brought me back to his place. We spent about three hours kissing, trading oral, stroking, him rimming me, and most importantly; him burying his cock in my ass for much of it. It was a beautiful 7.5-8 inches, uncut, and above average thickness. I was amazed and thrilled by the stamina of his cock. He gave me three loads, all blasted deep into my rectum. He even managed to deposit his second load without any down time. His cock stayed hard after he blew his first load in me, and he just kept fucking until he came again. He gave my ass a wonderful fucking. I'm looking forward to a repeat sometime soon.