bredbiyou

Next one should be April 25th.

I have a metal ring, but I don't wear it often. It was a gift from a much older daddy. I still remember how freaked out I got when he helped me try it on for the first time. It slipped over my balls and semi relatively easy, but once it was on and my cock surged to fully erect I was worried I'd never get it off.

This may not be possible for everyone, but shame can actually become a turn-on if you're able to make peace with it.

I love G.I. Joe. I'm more familiar with the now-closed location in Toronto, but the one in Montreal always seemed busier and raunchier. On my first visit, two guys had me bent over taking their bare cocks in the video room within minutes. It was quite the welcome!

Have fun and good luck, Tommy!

Well, this is pleasant news to wake up to.

I always moan, gasp and sigh with pleasure. Partly because that's just my natural response to getting fucked, and partly because I'm bad at dirty talk yet I still really want my top to know how much I'm enjoying it.

2013

Cruising bush, stranger, 15.

I think this is the biggest reason for the decline of these venues. In my city, we've gone from three bathhouses down to one. And even it has switched from being open 24/7 down to 14 hours/day M-F, and 24 hours on weekends. I think there's a negative feedback loop at play here. Because guys have more options available to them than in the past, fewer guys need to go to bathhouses in order to find sex. And because the baths aren't as busy as they used to be, for those of us who still want to go to the baths, it's sometimes more difficult to find what we're looking for. And after you've spent $31 to wander a deserted bathhouse a few times, you start to become more selective about when and how often you go. So then there's even fewer guys attending on a regular basis. Perhaps it would be too unwieldy to implement, but I've been wondering if a graduated pricing system might be a partial solution. This is just a rough idea, but I'm envisioning something like this: below 10% capacity, $5 rooms 11-20% capacity, $10 rooms 21-30% capacity $15 rooms 31-40% capacity $25 rooms 41-80% capacity $35 rooms 81-100% capacity $45 rooms For context, I'm basing my suggested rates off the current rate at my local bathhouse, which is $31 for a 6-hour room. In other cities, those rates might be too high or too low, but I think the overall idea would still apply. I feel like the three lowest tiers offer enough incentive to ensure that the bathhouse would rarely - if ever - be empty. The next two tiers straddle the current rate, which should allow management to stay close to current profit margins. As for the upper tier... while I would balk at paying $45 for a room under normal circumstances, I wouldn't mind paying that much at all if I knew the club was nearly at capacity. That higher rate would help offset the club's loses from the $5-10 rooms. I haven't given much thought into how to work lockers into the equation, but I'm sure something comparable could be done. I recognize that the $5 tier might be too low to prevent people from using it as a cheap way to access showers and a bed for a few hours. That one might not be tenable in the real world, but I do like having it as a way practically guaranteeing there will always be at least a few guys there. I also recognize that my proposal would make things more complicated for staff, having to be so mindful of exactly how many patrons were there at any given time. It would also require patrons to have a certain amount of trust that the club was being honest about the numbers, although there's probably a way of addressing that with technology. Anyway, I'd be really curious to hear what others - especially those with a background in the business - think of my idea. I love bathhouses. They've played an important role in my life, and they've played an important role in our communities' histories. I want to ensure they continue to survive long into the 21st century.

Bitter and oily. I enjoyed the act of sucking cock right away, but it did take me a while to acquire an appreciation for the taste of cum.

I never walk around with a buttplug at the bathhouse, but I'll often bring one along just in case things get slow. If my door's been open for a few minutes, and no one's joined me, I'll either grab my plug or my dildo and start working my hole myself. I find that usually sends a pretty clear signal that I'm aching to be fucked.

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I can't speak to the situation in Louisville, but I do think that in urban centres there's a generational shift away from car ownership. But if Uber or Lyft are operating there, not owning a car shouldn't be that much of a barrier unless the guys you're chatting with are completely broke. Sorry your Valentine's didn't go as well as you'd hoped.

Always. I can't recall the last time I limited my Valentine's celebrations to just my partner.

As a daddy-chasing bottom, my cock will never be old enough for my ass. But yeah, I'd go for it. I'd be curious to know what my ass feels like to a top, and what my cock feels like to a bottom.

Online porn has its perks, but I too miss the golden age of the glossy porn mags. Growing up, I think I visited every corner store within a 25 km radius to check out their selections. I soon figured out that the any shop whose male-oriented content didn't begin and end with Playgirl was often a good place to cruise. There was one particular smoke shop located in a government office building on the Quebec side where the gay-straight selection was roughly 50/50. All I can say is thank god for horny civil servants and their extended lunch breaks.

One night at the bathhouse, a muscle top joined me in my room. But for whatever reason, he just wasn't able to get his cock inside me. We tried different positions and tried adding more lube, but all to no avail. I told him I didn't think it was going to work, thanked him for stopping into my room, and apologized that my asshole was being so uncooperative. But instead of leaving, he used his weight to pin me down, gripped his cock and forced it into my ass. At first, it hurt like hell. But within a couple minutes I was finally able to relax and it became a pretty standard fucking. I was bleeding, so maybe that was also acting as a lubricant... I don't know. After he came, I thanked him and told him I was glad that he'd persisted. And in that moment, I meant it. But in the weeks and months that followed, I found that my asshole would seize up whenever someone tried to penetrate me, which I think may have been a lingering effect from that night. I don't regret the borderline rape in itself, but it did suck that it continued to interfere with my ability to bottom months after the fact.

The first dirty joke I remember hearing was about a boy who gradually coaxes a girl into letting him stick his finger in her bellybutton. The girl is alarmed of course when it isn't her bellybutton that's penetrated. And the joke's obvious punchline reveals that it's not his finger that's doing the penetrating. Maybe his fetish is a gay reenactment of that joke.

About three weeks. I was trying to hold off long enough to experience a wet dream, but I never did make it.

I've hooked up with sauna staff a couple times, but only late at night when the places were empty or nearly empty. On my first visit to Steamworks in Ottawa the lone overnight attendant immediately stashed me in their premium suite so he could have me all to himself whenever things were quiet enough for him to slip away from the desk for a few minutes. The attention I got from him was a huge ego boost, but sexually we didn't end up being all that compatible since we were both bottoms primarily interested in getting fucked. At the other bathhouse in town I once got woken up by a staff member around 4am after everyone else had cleared out. He ended up throat fucking me with what's still the biggest cock I've ever had.

I really appreciate you sharing your perspective on this, DrrAld.

Being uncut, the head of my cock is fairly sensitive, so direct stimulation from someone's mouth can sometimes become too intense for me to cum. Whenever that happens, I just have to guide them toward long steady motions that encompass the full length of the shaft - rather than focused attention on my head - and then I'm usually able to cum.

For grief too. I practically lived at the bathhouse the year after my dad died.

As others have said, I find it to be a pretty common phenomenon. I think a lot of guys still worry that they'll be rejected or seen as sketchy if they say they'll bareback, so they'll claim to be "safe only", only to become much more flexible in the heat of the moment.