Gay bathhouse stories
As soon as I step through the door, my nose fills with that universal sex-shop detect, a combination of chlorine and something sort of sweetish and sweaty and overripe. The guy behind the Plexiglas says "23 bucks," and I thrust him three crisp twenties, apologizing for a lack of smaller bills. Yeah, baby, I'm cool! He gives me back a twenty and then my actual change, and slips a little voucher, room keys (#161, no TV), two blue Lifestyles rubbers, and a bleached towel through the change trough.
I hold a hard moment finding my possess room. Silhouettes of nude men brush slowly past as I wander the narrow corridors, checking ascending and descending door numbers, trying to look enjoy I know what I'm doing. Every once in a while, as though stranded inside a gay Advent calendar, I come upon a room with the door popped open and a guy inside either lying nude on his tummy or jacking off while his eyes stare out into the hallway. And yes, I do acquire the undeniable rush of having taken the plunge--of creature, at last, inside looking in. It's sexy.
Once inside #161, I strip down and cinch the towel around my waist. Sweat drips from my pits. I g
SOMETIMES IN LIFE you think you are on a certain type of career path, but then you take one detour to modify things up a little, and you end up going in a whole new direction, but in the conclude that path feels like the one you were supposed to take in the first place.
That’s what happened to me in my late twenties as an administrator for a major architectural firm in North America. To create some extra capital for my yearly vacations to Europe, I thought I’d take a parttime job at a local bathhouse on the weekends doing housekeeping and cashier shifts. But within a few months at this part-time job, the architectural firm where I’d worked for years abruptly downsized, and I was one of many people who were grant go. Before I knew it, I was managing my first bathhouse and fully intertwined within the way these establishments operate.
You wouldn’t think so, but observing this type of subculture from behind a counter and in the offices gives one a whole new perspective on life. The bathhouse industry, which treats men as the product, can be very raw in more ways than one.
For those that don’t know, a bathhouse is a legal, private sex club for men, set up strategically to help fulfill ever
The Most Painful Head I Ever Got in a Gay Bathhouse
Welcome to This Could Be Us, a column where writer and award-winning porn star Ty Mitchellriffs on queer culture and past hookups to make lyrically crushing statements and help us all better understand relationships and intimacy.
I’m somewhat averse to sex parties. That, of course, surprises a lot of people. They assume if you love sex appreciate I do, you should adore a lot of it at once from a lot of people. They imagine a utopia of indiscriminate sexual access, when in fact, during such a gathering, all the delicate negotiation of satisfying consensual sex often gets compounded and crammed into a dark, fleshy room. For some, that’s part of the adventure. For me, it’s overwhelming. I suppose I’m just more of a fast-casual than a buffet-style type of slut.
I undertake love a sauna, though, as well as a spacious spicy tub. And recently, I wound up on a last-minute vacation to close out the decade somewhere warm, vibrant and same-sex attracted. I had it on fine authority that Sunday nights in Mexico City are a amazing time to check out the gay bathhouse, which is beautiful much a sex party but with flip-flops. I decided to try it. If the going got tough, t
My 2 Night Stay at a BathHouse
By Max Roberts
A bathhouse? I am 41 and recently had a 14 year relationship that ran its course. I do not want to get into the details but we both parted our ways. I had a difficult time dealing with it . I was lonely and a friend told me to just enjoy being free for a while and try new things. When I was younger, I always fantasized about going to a bath dwelling. Bathhouses were the scorn in the 80’s because many guys got infected with the aids epidemic.
I was also afraid that I would be carried away by a team of guys and receive gang banged and never be heard of again. It sounds silly now but at the occasion, I thought it was possible.
I blocked my fears because of my curiosity….
So I took the leap of going to one of the hottest bath houses in town. ..and checked it out. Going to a bathhouse requires a certain level of open-mindedness. I was not going to judge no one but just glimpse what really happens . This was my trial of my 2 evening stay at a bathhouse.
Night 1
I decided to leave clubbing but it was way too early. I parked my car at a lot where I could park all evening for a pretty penny. I packed a bag with fresh clothes for the