bredbiyou

I feel like the answer to this varies from city to city and from bathhouse to bathhouse. There's only one bathhouse left in my city. I've heard there's a midday rush here as well, although I've never been able to get there at those times to see for myself. Weeknight attendance has been in steady decline over the past decade, so unless I've made plans to meet someone at the bathhouse, I'll generally wait for the weekend.

I've done it a few times with an old fuck buddy. He was the one to suggest it, and I was more than happy to oblige. It feels especially nice if you're being fucked while laying flat on your stomach. The warm piss just spreads and pools under your hips and torso.

IANAL, but I see no reason to disclose your status or viral load. The whole point of the gloryhole is that you know next to nothing about the person on the other side. All you need to know is that there's a mouth, ass, or cock... take 'em or leave 'em. I believe anyone who plays at a gloryhole should do so accepting responsibility for any risk they bring upon themselves. And I've spent a considerable amount of time at gloryholes in a number of North American cities. Fortunately, nobody has ever been so presumptuous as to try to force a condom onto my cock without even asking. Even in my pre-BB days something like that would have been beyond the pale.

There's a warmth and softness that you experience with a bare cock that you just don't get have with condoms. It's a subtle difference, but it is perceptible. And yeah, I realize we usually talk about cocks being hard, but they're not rocks. Even at their hardest, there's still a fleshy 'give' to them. I can absolutely feel the difference. I was unknowingly introduced to barebacking via stealth. I met a top at a bathhouse and brought him back to my room. I had lube and a pile of condoms. After a bit of foreplay he put one on without me having to ask. I laid on my stomach and he mounted me and began a long slow sensual fuck. I was quite enjoying it, but it wasn't remarkably different from many previous fucks I'd received. Every so often he would pause and withdraw entirely from my ass. I assumed he was just doing it to hold off on cumming whenever he began to get close. And then after one of those pauses I suddenly felt that something was different. I could feel his body heat through his cock, and his skin against mine just felt softer and smoother. I didn't say anything right away because as a young twink I tended to act fairly demure and passive around daddy tops. It had also never occurred to me that someone might actually remove a condom during sex, and so I was nervous to even ask because it would sound crazy to even suggest that's what he had done. So I stayed quiet as he continued to fuck me. And it was amazing. What had started out as an enjoyable but unremarkable fuck was now a mind-blowingly awesome fuck. By far the best fuck of my life, up to that point. I continued to quietly enjoy his steady gentle thrusts for a few more minutes. But then the years of being told to always use a condom began to creep back into my thoughts, and I started to feel more and more nervous. I needed to know if he really was fucking me uncovered, so I finally peeked over my shoulder and asked him if he had taken the condom off. He confirmed that he had, and asked me if that was ok. I hesitated. I knew what I was supposed to say, but I also knew what my body wanted me to say. I could feel my heart racing as I told him I wanted him to continue fucking me bare. I knew I had turned a corner, and that things would never quite be the same. He continued fucking me, taking his time just as he had been. I savoured every second of it. And then briefly picked up the pace and I heard him grunting. For the very first time in my life, a man had cum in my ass. I can't honestly tell you that I could feel his cum inside me. But I knew it was there, and just knowing that was the hottest thing ever. I enjoy the warmth and feeling of skin on skin regardless of where he cums. However... (I'm probably in the minority on this) if I had to chose between someone fucking me bare and pulling out versus someone fucking me covered and remaining inside my ass as he cums... I would choose the later. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE barebacking. But for me, knowing that his cock is buried inside me at the very moment that he's achieving the bliss of orgasm fulfills me in a way that nothing else does. So yes, his load is very important to me. But it's not THE most important thing to me.

I have an older cousin who I suspect is either gay or asexual. He's been lamenting his inability to find a woman to date for at least the past 30 years. I also have two nieces who are lesbian and bi.

GF was going with friends to a hockey game tonight, so I had a few hours to myself. Found a 63 y/o gentleman online whose husband was also at the game, so he invited me over. He treated me to a long sensuous massage and rimming session, followed by a nice and slow breeding with his thick 7 inches. We continued chatting and making out in their bed for the better part of an hour. It didn't seem like round two was going to happen. I got dressed and then as I was putting on my boots and jacket just inside his front door we began to deep kiss again, and his hard-on began poking through his robe. So I got down on my knees and sucked him off until he blew his second load down my throat. Got home 5 minutes before the GF did, giving me just enough time to change back into my standard home attire. Assuming he enjoyed himself as much as I did, this one will definitely be a repeat.

I totally understand your frustration. I don't mean to minimize it at all. But if men were paired up in single stalls at the gloryhole at Club Ottawa I'd just be happy they were being put to use. When I started going in the '90's there was often a crowd of men waiting for stalls to become available. Nowadays you could spend 15 minutes back there without anyone else even entering the area. I'm thankful I got to experience them while they were still in their prime.

I think I first learned of this trick from watching The Joan Rivers Show after school.

Told my girlfriend I was going to spend the evening doing some Christmas shopping. Instead, I went straight to the bathhouse after work. I managed to get fucked by three guys - two of them raw. Then I got sucked off in the dry sauna just before heading home.

It still happens, but as with bathhouses, the advance of technology has diminished their importance to the MSM scene. Dating sites and apps have made it easier and arguably safer for men to find each other from the comfort of their homes, offices, cars, etc. The ubiquity of cell phones have made it easier for passers-by to make immediate reports to local authorities, and even document activities with their cameras. The aforementioned dating sites have even made it easier for cops to monitor cruising sites, since men in online forums routinely broadcast exactly where and when they intend to cruise for public sex. Still, despite all that, there's a rush of excitement that comes with the cruising game that can't be replaced with apps. When I do it, I feel a strong connection to the previous generations of gay and bi men who came before me. I like feeling connected to that history.

Within the span of a few months Toronto will have gone from four bathhouses to two. The Cellar closed a few months ago, and Central Spa is closing before the end of December. I don't live in Toronto, but have always made a point of visiting a bathhouse at least once whenever I'm in town. For years it was St. Marc Spa, which later became G.I. Joe. I had some great times there, and still miss it. After G.I. Joe closed I started going to Central Spa. It had it's pluses, but I never became too attached. Still, it's a terrible loss to see it close. But The Cellar will probably be the biggest loss to us cumpigs. That place was raunchy. In all of my hook-ups there, I don't think anyone even asked about condom use. It was just assumed that everyone there was down with barebacking. I deeply regret that I didn't get around to trying this place sooner than I did.

Like just about every other cocksucker out there, I want to enjoy the taste and aroma of his cock and cum directly without any barrier. However, I will throw the following out there in support of the contrarian position. Sucking cock through a condom is such an uncommon occurrence even among people who insist on their use while fucking, that it can almost be considered fetish wear. It's so far outside of the norm that it's deviant... which could make it a turn-on for some. And, speaking for myself... even though I personally dislike using them, condoms hold a formative place in the development of my sexuality. I remember the first time I discovered them in the nightstand beside my parents' bed. I remember the first time I tried one on. I remember spotting them in parks and other public places, and being vicariously excited by the knowledge that sex was happening all around me. I remember having a crush on a cute girl at the pharmacy, going there on a Friday night with my paper route money, and buying condoms from her in an effort to convince her that I was already sexually experienced. Hell, even some of the "safer sex" pamphlets that were available through the public health unit or Planned Parenthood that showed how to apply a condom were the closest thing to gay porn that I could get my hands on at that age. None of that means I personally want to use them. But for me, their existence is testament to the fact that people are fucking. And being reminded of that is sexy to me.

Does is count as WS if you do it alone? I don't recall when I first became curious about the erotic aspects of pee. But I do know I didn't start to explore it until after I became responsible for doing most of my own laundry, at 16. When I had the house to myself, I would get into the bathtub wearing my underwear (and my jeans, sometimes), and I'd relax and let the warm piss flow. I didn't actually try it with another person until I was 22. I was carpooling home from a conference when my traveling companions spontaneously decided to spend a night in Toronto, instead of completing the trip home to Ottawa that same night. Everyone else in the car had close friends or family they wanted to visit. I did not, but I assured them I knew people I could call up last minute to crash on their couch for the night. I had them drop me off at a downtown subway station. As soon as they left, I tracked down a copy of Xtra, the gay street paper, found the addresses of the local bathhouses, and headed to the nearest one. It was a Sunday night, and it remained moderately busy until 1 AM. I managed to get fucked a couple times, sucked and got sucked in the maze, and got generally groped by more men than I could keep track of. After things began to slow down for the night, I napped in my room for an hour or two. When I woke up I decided to wander again, just to see if there was any action happening anywhere. It was totally dead, but I finally encountered a middle aged man in the wet sauna. For whatever reason, I wasn't particularly interested in him initially, so I don't even remember how our interaction began. Where my memory kicks in is when he got down on his knees in front of me and in this strange almost demonic type voice said, "Piss in my mouth." I was not expecting that - at all - so I just sat there in stunned silence. He stared up at me. "Use me as a toilet," he urged. This was not something I had given much prior thought to, but I did have a slight need to pee at that point, so I decided to give it a go. I stood up from the tiled bench and positioned my cock in front of his mouth. I wasn't exactly sure how this was supposed to go, so I was just going to aim my stream at him. But before I could release my flow, he wrapped his lips around my cock. I guess he didn't want to waste any drop. This being a brand new experience, I had a minute or two of performance anxiety. But I finally managed to relax, and I started to fill his mouth with my piss. He gulped and swallowed as fast as he could, but there was also lots of overflow that spilled out and onto the floor of the sauna. I distinctly remember how the smell of my piss seemed to be amplified by the damp heat of the sauna. When he had finished sucking the last remaining drops from my foreskin, he stood up, shook my hand and thanked me. He left, and I returned to my room and napped until check out time.