My First trip to a bath house

Here's how my first trip to a bath house went. Would love to hear about other's experiences.

This was my first trip to a bath house (Edmonton Steam Works) as a straight man. I wanted to see what the experience was like. When I got there I requested a locker for $10 ($15 after 9pm). The guy behind me told the attendant “upgrade him to a room”. He then clarified that he worked there. I think he could tell I was new. I was given a towel, a condom, and a wrist key ring with a key to room # 305. I went to my room and changed into my towel (and nothing else). I then went exploring the place. The first room I entered had a dental chair and 6 flat screen TV’s showing gay porn. I sat down in the chair, which felt erotic, given my medical fetish. A young (late 20’s?) bisexual Asian personal trainer entered the room, caressed my body, and struck up a conversation. He had been to this bath house a couple of times before and offered to show me around. He was good looking with an excellent body, so I took him up on the offer. We went downstairs to the sauna where he began to touch my erect penis. It didn’t take long for him to start licking my cock with his tongue. After a few minutes, we took a shower together, cleaning each other’s penis, buttocks, and anus. Continuing our tour, we went into the caverns of the steam room. There were lots of nooks and crannies to carry out same-sex fantasies. He sat me down on one of the benches and stood in front of me. I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the base of his penis with one hand and his scrotum with the other. I pressed my lips against the head of his cock and let it slip into my mouth. After a few minutes of licking, sucking, and bobbing my head up and down on his cock, I wanted to try deep-throating. I took a couple of deep breaths, tried to relax, grabbed his buttocks, and took his cock down my throat. I gagged after about a second and went back to normal cock sucking. When he realized what I was capable of, he wanted more. He put his hands around the back of my head and gently inserted his cock into my throat. I experienced another gagging reflex, but my held was immobilized. On one hand, I wanted to back away due to the gag reflex…. But I also was aroused by feeling sexually overpowered and at the mercy of my top. After the session of oral sex, we continued our tour of the club. Winding through the maze of dark, black light lit hallways, we passed a steel post bolted to the floor with a padded leather top. I could imagine bending over the top of the post with my stomach resting against the leather, anticipating being anally penetrated. We then came across a room that I could see through prison bars. Inside the room was a leather sling, suspended from the ceiling by 4 steel chains. We went around the corner to enter the room. He took my towel off and spread it out on the leather sling. “Have a seat and lay down” he said. As I lied down on the sling, my fully naked body suspended in the air, I noticed there was a flat screen TV in the ceiling playing gay porn. In the film, one guy was lying on his back, holding his legs behind his head. The other guy was penetrating him anally. I then felt my new partner grab my legs and slide my buttocks to the edge of the sling. I had never been in a sex sling before. He instructed me to place my feet against the chains at the end of the sling and grasp the chains behind my head. I thought to myself that this is partially what it must feel like to get a pelvic examination in a gynecologist’s office with the girl’s feet in the stirrups. I lifted my head slightly off of the sling to see my partner tearing open a lubricated condom and rolling it down his fully erect penis. Much like the anticipation at the doctor’s office when the nurse pulls the cap off the needle before sticking it in you, I knew I was about to have a cock in my ass. My top caressed my inner thighs for a brief moment before moving closer to the edge of the sling with my bare ass. He lifted my cock with one hand and grasped his cock with his other. I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my anus. The pressure against my anus continued to build. I took a couple of deep breaths and felt my ass expand as his mushroom tip proceeded into my rectum and the full girth of his cock was holding my anus open wide. After a few gentle in and out movements, he increased the tempo in and out of my ass. Having a direct view of the porn above my head and thrusting occurring between my spread legs, I noticed that our session had attracted an audience. I would estimate there was about 4-5 guys watching as I was getting fucked in the ass. It was extremely liberating knowing how exposed I was, at the mercy of my top and being observed by complete strangers. It didn’t take very long for my penis to explode with cum, which shot towards my face onto my stomach. After recuperating for a while, my top wanted to go to my room for another session. He instructed me to lie down on the side of the bed, scoot my butt towards the edge of the bed, and hold my legs behind my head. He proceeded to perform analingus on me. After a few minutes of tossing my salad, he donned another condom and proceeded to fuck me in the ass once again. When he was close to cumming, he withdrew, removed his condom and jerked me and him off at the same time, shooting his load on my stomach. After a night of new and erotic experiences, I took one last shower in the bath house, changed back into my street clothes, and went back to my hotel. No one would ever know about my stray from heterosexuality, but I will never forget the experience.

My first time was in the late 70s

. Very nervous. Didn't really understand what was going on but finally ended up on my knees in front of a guy not much older than I. I remember the thrill I got from holding his cock and then leaning in to suck it. I literally shook as I bobbed up and down on it and when he came I realized that I was going to do this often....

I moved to Edmonton in 1993 and took a stroll along Jasper Ave on my first day there. I saw a sign "Georgia Baths" and entered on impulse. I chose a room and was handed a towel and a key on an elastic cord. I disrobed, slipped the towel around my hips and ventured out. I entered the steam room. Nobody was around so I slipped off my towel and relaxed. A man in his 50s entered, towel over his shoulder. At that time my sum experience with other male consisted of some mutual nude fondling with a classmate who shared a tent with me during a camping trip. It has felt pleasant and was done in total innocence. Now I was over 30 years older and my childhood memories came flooding back as the man came up to me and began to speak in a pleasant Edinburgh accent. He asked me if I had a room. I realized I was about to have my first intimate encounter with a gay man as I led the way back to my room. The man was not an ideal choice for my first encounter in a bath house. He began fondling my penis which soon reached full erection. I reciprocated and felt a little awkward due to lack of experience. The man proceeded to give me possibly the worst hand-job I have ever experienced and abruptly left the room.

I felt a little depressed and lay on the bed for about 30 minutes. I went up to the common room. The Scottish man was not there and I felt relieved. I noticed a young Asian man sitting quietly in one corner. We made eye contact and I went over and sat next to him. Nobody was wearing a towel in the room and several men were openly fondling each other. The man turned out to be Chinese. He was the only person in the room with a foreskin and I found myself watching him idly sliding it up and down. I reached out and lightly stroked his half-erect organ. Seconds later he was gently cupping my balls and it felt good. This time we went to his room. He asked me to lie on the bed and gave me what I guessed to be Chinese oil massage. It felt great. I could see he had a boner and I reached out to stroke it. I felt his finger enter my anus He asked me if I would like him to enter. I told him I was an anal virgin so he carefully positioned me and slipped on a condom. He took his time entering and the action felt pleasant but not particularly enjoyable. He reached a climax and rested inside me for a while. His penis softened and slipped out, still covered by the condom. The man rolled onto my back and began caressing my thighs and nipples. I closed my eyes and soon became fully erect. A warm wet sensation on my penis told me I was being fellated by a man for the first time! I lay back and reveled in the incredible sensations. My climax came but the slow sensual sucking continued for a few seconds creating an almost unbearable sweet sensation that left me gasping.

Back home I decided that I would not return to the Georgia Baths. It was an experience I am glad took place but on a one-time basis only.

I have never been to one,yet.But there is one here in Charlotte now,and many guys go there & I hear it is hit and mis.For meeting others.

Several years ago I went to a ‘masturbation’ club on the west coast. I was surprised at how comfortable I felt stripping down in the locker room. When I went back into the community room and really looked around, the last of my worries disappeared. There were men of all ages and sizes, tall and short, thin and wide, cocks big and small, soft and hard, and though I was primed for any kind of judgment or dismissal, there was none to be found. It was emotionally easier than going to a dinner party where you only know one or two people.

Over the course of the next hour or so, I masturbated openly watching other men do the same, I was politely asked by several men if they could stroke my cock, and when they did I returned the favor. It was amazing to sit side by side with someone, our arms around each other, masturbating each other in a room full of guys doing the very same thing. Putting lube on each other was wonderful. Stroking each other was just as natural and sexy as it could be, and intensely, vibrantly erotic. Being able to talk to each was key: we could even whisper dirty talk to each other, or tell the other to be more gentle, or forceful, or faster, so we were both feeling great.

A great experience though I haven’t been able to go back since then.

Several years ago I went to a ‘masturbation’ club on the west coast.

Interesting. How does one go about finding such a club locally?

Oh the "Georgia Baths" loved that place.... never was in Edmonton too much living south of Calgary but did have several trips there 98-99..... Once feeling desperate to get topped but the frine I had went with and the other 5 people there couldn't be dragged away from "touched by an angel". But an angel must have been keeping an eye on me because a man came in a little older but I didn;t pay too much attention went back to my room and just stroking when that man came in, only then did i realize he was a virtual doppelganger of Wilfred Brimley a man I'd always had a major crush on... He asked me if i minded if I wanted some company, I said yes and asked him what he;d like to do and he told me anything you like (I wish to God I would have asked him to give me a good spanking) and I said how much I would love him to f#ck me.... He put a condom on his fat 7.5 inch cock... and f#cked me really hard for a good long time after about 15-20 minutes i could hold on no longer and shot all over me chest and even hit my neck a bit... That made the sexy "Dad" shoot too, so wonderful to feel his massive meat pulsating in me... I was dropped off two days later at the airport to catch the short flight back to Calgary, but saw him again at the airport heading off on a Grand Prairie, with who i assume was his lover, a particularly flamboyantly dressed man of a similar age to him, oh how I would have loved to ask him into the washroom to blow him before his flight.

In another forum here I told of my going to a real nice, clean, safe, nice gay bath called the WATERGARDEN . You can pay for one night, six months or a year membership. I paid for a single night but since then I have joined for a year. You go up to a window and either ask for a room or a locker. I usually get a locker [half the price] , go inside and strip putting your clothes in the locker and wrapping the towel they give you around my body. First thing is a nice shower to clean all of my body and leave my towel on a chair outside by the spa. I then go to the steam room. It is very dimly lit and walk back to corner and sit down on a ledge. Naked and toweled bodys slowly parade by and some sit down next to you. I am usually stroking my cock and am nice and hard. Pretty soon a hand slides over and takes over the stroking. Sometimes they they bend over and start blowing me or get out a condom and put it on my cock and then back down onto it. I usually don't want to kum right away so I gently move away and they move too. then it is shower time and a trip to the large spa. After that I go to the shower again, dry off and go to the movie room. As I lay on the big elevated matress, stroking my cock, some one will slide up to me and stroke me and then give me a blow job or ask if I have a room or offer their room. We go to their room, close the door and have some real nice sex. it is really a nice experience. I am going there in an hour. Bye!!!

Great topic and super hot tales. I had an experience not unlike the lead story, in San Francisco, in the 70s and was just as embarrassed and turned on all at once. for a while the Circle J existed in SF, a place for masturbation in any form you could think of but it closed around 2010.

Holy shit, those are some hot stories!

I hope you all go back and keep us posted.

It would be nice if there were more bath houses in this era

This is a repost as some editing was requested...

My first trip to a bath house was about seven years back when I decided that I wanted to experiment with men, but didn't want to do the whole bar/classified/etc. scene. I wanted to go in, have an experience and that's it.

I found a place nearby when I was out of town from a gay dating site. It had reviews of places to meet as well as bath house reviews--this was before Tinder and Grindr. I drove there and nervously went in. I felt like I was in a check cashing place--a window with thick glass and a passthrough slot at the bottom. They asked me if I wanted a room or a locker and not knowing what I was doing asked for a locker as I thought this might be a short visit if I didn't like it. He handed me a towel and small bungie with the locker key attached. I could see that others had them around their wrists and arms, so I quickly figured out where I would put it.

Making my way to the locker room I was a little self-conscious as I started to undress until I realized that nobody cared what I looked like and there were certainly men of all shapes and sizes walking around with towels around their waists. I quickly stripped and wrapped a towel around me and headed into the main area of the place. Now I've worked in haunted houses as a kid and I've certainly seen my share of horror films...this place was starting to make me regret going--at first. The walls were plywood painted black--just like the haunted houses I used to work in. The lighting was barely enough to see the contours of the hallways which were marked by numbered doors every eight feet or so.

Most doors were closed, but some were open with guys laying on wafer thin mattresses watching porn on TVs mounted over the foot of the bed. Some were laying on their stomachs, some on their backs. As I eventually learned from reading the site that told me about this place, that was indicating what they were offering: on backs meant tops, on stomachs meant bottoms. After reading about brothels in Amsterdam, I quickly did the math as I went "window" shopping. I walked around following the hallways wherever they might lead me.

I found my way out to an outdoor pool and for the first time in my life I was able to just sit by the pool and watch people skinny dipping--something I'd always wanted to do. So I did. I stripped off my towel and jumped in. It was a hot day, so the feeling of hitting the cool water with my naked body was exquisite. The feeling of the water moving over my cock made it stiffen regardless of the water's temperature. I swam a couple of laps slowly while watching to see if anyone took an interest. After a few long glances from a few guys that didn't really interest me, I got out and laid in the sun, air drying with my towel barely covering my crotch. I dried quickly because of the extreme heat of the day, so I decided to journey back inside.

As I still hadn't seen the whole place yet, I went in search of the sauna room--I hadn't had a good steam in forever and if the worst thing to happen here is that I get a good steam and nothing else, so be it. I finally found the steam room at the end of the facility and made my way in and it was nothing that I expected. It was huge, about 500 sq. ft. and tiled from floor to fairly high ceiling. A faint scent of eucalyptus was in the steamy room--visibility was next to nothing. I moved slowly through the fog and kicked into a raised tiled platform that I used a seat. I leaned back and undid my towel and waited as I seemed to be the only one in there (that I could see). Some people came in and left and opening the doors dissipated some of the steam so I could actually see the layout. There were tiled partitions about five feet high in the corners of the room and some in the middle--almost making it look like a maze. I decided to check them out. As I walked over to one corner I could hear the sounds of slurping--so I knew what that meant. Being tall, I peeked over the top to see a large man getting blown by a small Asian man. I watched for about five minutes or so until he grunted and held his friend's head to the base of his cock as he came in his mouth. I looked around the other walls, but we were the only ones there. I moved back to my spot and eventually they both left separately.

I waited there for quite awhile and then the booming sound of the steam generator kicked in and started filling the room with steam once again blocking my view. Just then I could hear that a few more came in and looked around and left. I'd probably been in there for a good 20 minutes or so at this point and was starting to feel the heat. I went outside as my pores immediately slammed shut because of the temperature change and went to a nearby water fountain to down about a quart of water. I went back in and waited again.

As I sat there, I started to lose my shyness more and more and started to pull apart my towel let it all hang out, as they say. A few more came and left, but a couple more came and stayed. One sat fairly close to me but I could only make out a shape. I could feel him looking at me and eventually he slid closer and I could better see him and I realized that he really wasn't what I was looking for. He reached out to touch the top of my thigh and since I'd read up on it, I knew what to do--I politely declined and he left. No does mean no after all--especially in a bath house.

Another man that had kept his distance kept looking my way. I couldn't make out much, but what I could see I liked. I decided to move over to the farthest partition and sat on the tile bench there. Then he was there. The steam had cleared a bit and I got a better look at him: shorter than me, but a bit stocky and slightly muscular--maybe lean is the right word. He leaned against the partition closest to me and paused as I looked up at him. We exchanged smiles and he reached down and touched his middle finger to my knee and gently moved it towards my thigh. I kept eye contact with him and we smiled as he put his whole hand on my thigh and started moving it up under my towel. I took the cue to gently pull my towel apart as my hardening cock started to grow. He smiled even more now as he eased down to his knees and slid the rest of the towel from my legs. He proceeded to rub my legs gently and all over just as another blast of steam entered the room.

I could see that a couple of people had taken notice of us and started to gather around us. One took it upon himself to start fondling my new friend and he didn't take too kindly to that and shoo'd him away. His other friends went with him and we were alone again. He turned back to me and started to nuzzle the inside of my thighs--it felt so good. This was finally going to happen. He softly kissed the inside of my thighs as his hand found my now hard cock and started to lightly massage it. From my thighs, he found his way to my balls and started to lightly lick and kiss them. I'm pretty hairy, so I'd shaved my region the day before hoping for this to happen--I was bald as a newborn down there. I could tell he appreciated my effort as he sucked both my balls into his mouth and I tensed--they're very sensitive. He knew what to do as he eased up on his attack and started heading for my shaft. He was lightly jacking my cock as I could see a large bead of precum oozing out of the tip. He saw it and reached out his tongue to grab it and left a long string as he pulled back a bit. Our eyes met and he milked my cock from the bottom and so much precum gushed out that it caught him off guard and he locked his mouth on the head to not miss a drop. I gasped as he sucked it out of me it seemed. At that point I could feel his tongue swirling around in his mouth--my eyes were rolling back into my head. Then he started pumping me in and out of his mouth. I didn't know how much more I could take. A corkscrew move up with his fist and a tongue swirl at the tip. Down with his hand and his lips followed until I was deep in his throat. I was there...I couldn't hold it any longer. I half grunted, half whispered that I was going to cum and he moaned as he sped up--the vibration of his moans on my cock were pushing me over the top. I kept cumming and spasming as he held his mouth on my pulsing cock. I was seeing stars. As my eyes opened I could see him smiling at me as he kept rubbing my softening dick. I looked up to see that we had a couple of observers--both rubbing each others cocks as they were seemingly happy with what they witnessed. He got up near my ear and asked if I had a room. When I said no, he said he did and gave me his room number and asked me to stop by later. Wow. Then he was gone into a cloud of steam.

I was floating on my own cloud as I stumbled out of the steam room on weak knees. I would walk around a bit and sat out by the pool for a few until I eventually got up the courage to head to his room. I found it and knocked lightly on the door. Nothing. Shit. I decided to walk around the halls and seek him out. Nothing again. Shit. Steam room, pool, nothing. Shit. I was thinking about leaving because nobody there seemed to interest me and it was getting late and I had to meet some friends at a ballgame.

One last time...I knocked...nothing...then I heard the door knob turn and he was there. We smiled and he invited me in. We chatted for a bit. He told me that he worked in a mine and that he had to drive hours to come here as friends and family wouldn't understand his "hobbies". He asked me what I wanted and not really sure about going all the way I told him that I really enjoyed him blowing me. So I laid down on the bed and he started caressing me all over. Kissing my very sensitive nipples, my belly, my pelvic region...until he went for my cock again. He gave it a few licks and sucks and then kept going. Down to my balls and licking and nuzzling and then he kept going. Oh god...he went down my balls to my taint and I could feel his wet tongue graze my hole. I gasped out loud. He looked up smiling saying, "oh, you like that, huh?" I started laughing and before I could say yes, he went back to work on my pucker. Teasing around my hole until he latched on and thrust his tongue up my ass! Ohhh! I moaned. Then he started to fuck my ass with his tongue. I was outside of my body at this point. So, so SO good. He abruptly stopped and asked me to get up so that he could get under me. Oh god he wanted me to sit on his face! He then grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me down to him. I was positioned right in front of his cock, so I felt I needed to return the favor. I started to fondle his flaccid penis until it started to stiffen. I could feel precum at the tip, so I ran circles around the tip with my thumb. I could feel him jerk underneath me and he stopped me. He said he wanted to take care of me only. Who was I to argue? As I was thinking that to myself, his tongue shot up inside me. He gripped my ass and was pulling me and pushing me away as he tongue fucked me. My cock was dripping on his chest. So amazing this feeling. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes and he asked me if I was close and I told him I'd been there and if I touched my cock I'd shoot. He wriggled out from under me and took up his earlier position with me on my back and his mouth locked on my asshole. He started to tongue his way up to my cock and he paused to stick his middle finger deep into his mouth. I knew what was coming. He then planted his finger against my hole and slowly moved it in until it was buried in my well lubed ass. He then went to town on my cock while fucking my ass with his finger. It didn't take long until I was filling his mouth with another hot load. I damn near passed out from the pleasure.

After coming back to earth, I looked at the time and realized that I was going to miss part of my baseball game. I'd already told him that I had to leave before, but I wanted to stay and try to pleasure him as much as he'd done for me. He said he'd enjoyed our time and that he'd hope to see me again soon. To date I haven't, but wow...talk about an initiation!

I've never spoken of this before and I hope you don't think it's too long, but I think it captured what it's like to enter a bath house for the first time. There are some other "firsts" there as well. Hope you enjoyed it!

I have never been but everyones experiences sound amazing. I will probably check out the bath houses near Dallas sometime soon to see what kind of trouble I can get myself into.

It was the late 70's. I was in my mid-30s and married. My employer had sent me to San Francisco for a three-day conference. San Francisco was a very wide-open town in those days; the gay community was thriving openly. I had been curious about that side of my sexuality from a very young age, and thought of having time alone to explore in The City was tantalizing.

I checked the phone book for codes like "gym" or "health club" or "men only". There was a listing for a place called the Downtown San Francisco Health Club on Ellis Street. About 11 o'clock that first night I drove from my hotel at Fisherman's Wharf to the address on Ellis and parked in the garage next door. I dialed up my courage and climbed the imposing stone steps to the entrance and went in. Inside there main entry was another door; I had to use an intercom to ask the attendant to buzz me in to the registration area, explaining I was a first-timer. I filled out a registration card, was assured I would never be contacted by the club, showed my ID, paid $20 I think, given a towel, and buzzed into the main area.

There was gym equipment and and cots, a shower room with eight shower heads, a steam room, and rows of individual rooms toward the back. A few older men were there wearing just towels, and some younger like me. I had paid for a locker, so I found the locker room, stripped naked, wrapped the towel around my waist and went exploring. After looking around a bit, used the open restroom to pee and then took a shower. There was one other man, a younger Asian, using a shower head on the other side of room. It reminded me of my college dorm.

I knew nothing of the etiquette and customs of the baths, but figured I would just go with the flow. I stepped into the steam room and sat on a ledge in a back corner away from the door. It was dimly lit and very foggy inside; the steam would gush out of floor vents about every two minutes. An older man in his 60s I guessed got up from his place on the other side of the room and sat down next to me but not too close. I guess he could tell I was a nervous newby. We struck up a conversation. Turned out to be a very nice man. He had a private room in the back, and asked if I would like to go back there with him for a massage. Of course I went, the adrenaline pumping. We laid together on the cot. I let his hands explore me, eventually going under my towel and removing it. He told me to roll over and gave me a great back rub, then down the backs of my legs, and then, as I didn't object, all over, around and between my buttocks, finally under me to cup my hardon in his hand. He told me to roll over on my back. He let me touch and stroke him while he did me, and eventually we both came. Is was like having sex with my grandfather and it was wonderful. I got back to my hotel around 2:00AM and slept like a baby until the alarm went off at seven. I managed two more evening visits to the club before the conference ended and it was time to back to reality. Of course this was 10 years before the AIDS epidemic when this sort of behavior was pretty much carefree.

Since then, I made it point when traveling on business to lookup these places in new cities, and have never been disappointed or had a bad time.

I recently had a second visit to the bathhouse in Midtown St.Louis. After much trepidation, and with the encouragement from a member here at Zity, I made an information gathering and recon first visit a couple of weeks ago, and this past week went in to see what was going on.

I went on a weekday, late morning, as I guessed that would be the best time to meet other older retired gentlemen, whom I prefer for this sort of company. I got a locker, got undressed and towel-wrapped, and headed out to explore. Undressing in the locker room, with its wooden benches, brought back some great memories of basketball and football practices long ago!

I was impressed with the cleanliness and overall condition of the club. I has a good sized "public" area, with sauna, whirlpool, a communal shower [another distant memory], and an outdoor swimming pool, closed for the season. On either side of the public area were the private rooms. These were small, with a small bed and small screen TV. I saw several men pair up and go in one, and the doors are lockable. I also saw several with the door ajar and the light on, with someone inviting you in to play or just stand there and watch.

In the rear of the building was the "video maze" that was quite dark, and where a good amount of activity takes place - mostly oral when I was there.

I really enjoyed it, and I am sure I will go back soon. When I do, I will rent one of the rooms, I think. I still need to learn all the signals and protocols. What I would like to see is more nudity, more towels over the shoulders than the waists, and I wish they had an area in the back where you can enjoy some playtime by yourself without being constantly approached.

Overall, a great time!

I have only been once to a bath house. It was OK but I did meet a cool guy.

A very stimulating collection of great stories.

I've never been brave enough to go to a sauna because I'm pretty fat and ashamed of my body. It's still on my bucket list though.

From what i read below it sounds like the bath houses in the US are a lot more exciting than the gay saunas i have experienced in England,

though that is only three, as i have only recently become confident enough to dive in as it were, as an English circumcised gay guy that has a total fetish for cut guys, i think i need a holiday in the US, to really enjoy myself, however i digress,

my first trip to a bath house wasnt really my first, as when i was age 16 one of my first jobs as an apprentice electrician was some rewiring work in a gay sauna, i was so naive back then i had no idea that this "health club" was a meeting place for gay guys, if only the guys had initiated me, i may have had a very much more enjoyable time before finally embracing my true lifestyle thirty years later,

for my first real sauna visit, i knew there was a sauna in the town where i live, i finally decided it was time to explore it two years ago, though i am often the only cut guy, and even at my age often the youngest, it is small and not many guys, but a very pleasant place, where i can hold my tummy in and pretend to be a little slimmer than i am and enjoy myself in the steam room, sauna or hot tub a while, and attract the attention of some guys that may think i'm younger than is reality,

no private hotel type rooms here, just lockers, and in addition to the wet rooms there are rest areas and a bar, and little rooms for those more private moments, the pleasuredrome in London i visited recently was larger but i'm still in awe of the description of the bathouses of the USA

I lived in so Florida married but bi sexual

I was always curious about a bath house so I went to one near my home. I was a little nervous at first but once in wow. I was sucked and fucked ( condom only)

I was there for three hours.

These stories were very horny to be sure

My friend Stewart encouraged me to go to a Japanese bath-house saying a sauna and shiatsu massage would clear up my shoulder soreness. I looked on the website about how it worked, with everything supplied including soaps, etc. Nudity was compulsory, but robes and towels were supplied. They made it clear that the bathhouse was strictly non-sexual with a zero tolerance policy in place.

As I recall, Stewart had said he hoped I was OK with some nudity. Coming from England where a circumcised penis is unusual, I was actually very self-conscious about being circumcised, but I'd been going swimming each week and was used to open changing rooms and not too bothered by facing away from others during brief exposures when not wrapped in a towel. I wasn't one of those swimmers who showered with their stall door open and strutted around in the nude with their mates for an unnecessary amount of time after. They would comb their hair, apply deodorant & have a good chat before putting their briefs on, but those guys didn't bother me ... in fact I often enjoyed sneaking a peak at some of them.

So I went to the bathhouse with Stewart on a warm summer day. You take your shoes off at the reception, pick up a robe, bath towel and hand towel. Stewart behaved like a regular. Having left his sandals at the shoe-rack in reception he was already barefoot & removed his tee-shirt while still leading us into the changing room. After pushing off his shorts and briefs in one go, he stood naked before me in a matter of seconds, while chattering away about something I found myself unable to listen to. I was still taking in the small room with only us in it, and working out where the door to the bathhouse was, etc. Stewart had been casually dressed but I had much more undressing to do. I had a watch, belted jeans, buttoned shirt and socks. I was still coming to terms with the place too, and was increasingly concerned that Stewart wasn't doing anything other than chatter away with his uncircumcised cock hanging there in front of his naked body.

I interrupted him at one point to ask "Aren't you going to put your robe on?" .. "No, that's not till after the sauna when we go upstairs to the mixed gender area". His chatter resumed as I tentatively finished unbuttoning my shirt. "Are you going to put your towel round you?" .. "No point ... you leave your towel on a peg just there as you go through into the bathhouse". As his chatter resumed, I got the unsettling feeling that nudity here doesn't just mean being unclothed under your robe or towel, or whilst showering or immersed in the bath, it means permanently exposed for the whole hour or so.

Adrenalin surged & I wondered how to get out of it from this point, thinking up a plan while continuing to undress in the meantime. Maybe I should just go with it? .. How come Stewart could do it & I couldn't? ... Ah, but unlike me, the most intimate part of his dick is completely hidden under a covering of skin that I don't have. Instead of a foreskin, I have a very distinct & exposed bulbous head at the end of my cock with a particularly flared rim. Everyone else's cock-head is only exposed to themselves or their partner & only under the most private of moments!

However, at that moment, the sliding door from the bathhouse slid back and two guys in their 20s stepped through to get a drink from the water cooler. As I had now come to expect, they were completely nude, no robes, no towels, no clothes, but also no cares. They first guy was as obviously circumcised as I am, with a similarly pronounced bell-end on a fairly long cock. The second guy was just as clearly not circumcised, having excess foreskin that extended at least a centimetre beyond his fully concealed glans.

What impressed me was that Stewart didn't look up, they didn't look to us, and they weren't looking at each other. Everything was so nonchalant. At that moment, there were now 4 guys in that space, two circumcised and two not. So, I pulled off my briefs, and the sky didn't fall in. I don't know what kind of adverse reaction I might've feared but it didn't happen. Instead, the guys got their water and were passing back into the bathhouse, Stewart following, then me.

From discomfort to exhilaration. I now know how exhibitionism is 'a thing'. I was relieved my cock didn't show its excitement at least until I'd regained the cover of my underpants in the changing room, when I could start to let myself indulge in thoughts of some of the more attractive cocks I'd seen.

I've been many time since (without my friend) and have become more than comfortable in the nude, even openly enjoying exchanging prolonged glances with many of the guys and their cocks.

This was my first time at this a particular bathhouse in Brisbane, which was 'clothing optional' & gender segregated. I'd visited a friend in Brisbane who hadn't been to that bathhouse, but said 'clothing optional' had always meant nude in his experience elsewhere. So, he hadn't taken swimwear.

When we entered the male bathhouse we encountered a youths in swimwear as we got undressed. Even though the youths were coming from the mixed gender swimming pool area, this made us wary of entering the male only sauna in the nude in case this wasn't the norm.

Before going to the sauna, I'd put my swimwear on and Gary kept his underpants on. Although his briefs were fairly plain & didn't scream 'underpants' as much as they might have, he was clearly a bit awkward about it as stepped inside the dim-lit sauna. There were about 8 men in there, all nude, and all looking at the newcomers. So Gary quickly slipped off his briefs, gaining appreciation from the others. I had sat next to him in my bathers. During those first minutes our eyes adjusted to the dark and I became increasingly awkward about being clothed, especially seeing Gary & another guy beside me with their penises so close by and so exposed. I didn't like the idea of getting up to take my swimwear off at that point, so I stood to leave the sauna saying I was getting a drink, and offered to take Gary's underpants for him. It felt weird holding Gary's briefs in my hand, but when I put them in the locker room I whipped off my swimwear and returned nude to the sauna. This was met with appreciation. It had felt rude to be covered when all others were naked. Gary and I stayed for a couple of hours, avoiding overheating by going in and out of the sauna, and I think both of us enjoyed the freedom of being nude in front of each other. We hadn't seen each other in underwear before, let alone seen each other's penises.

I love going to bath houses and being nude among men! Clothes are highly over rated!

Great reading all of these experiences. I hope to experience them one day. Thanks for sharing.

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My first trip to the baths was as soon as i was “of age” to get in. i had heard about what goes on and seen plenty of the action in porn but the reality was quite different. i had known of the location of this particular bathhouse for quite some time (Chancellor St. Baths in Philly). i walked past the entrance many times wondering if would have the nerve to go in by myself. as soon as my milestone birthday passed i waited until dark and headed for that door! it was a week night, i think a wednessay so i was prepared for it to be not too busy.. and i wanted it that way for my first time. i entered the room with a counter and glass wall. now i should say i was really young looking and small so they checked my ID thoroughly. then i placed my wallet and valuables in a lock box they provided and was buzzed through the locked door. once inside they handed me a towel, two condoms and my locker key on on stretchy arm band. i was so excited and so nervous. i was standing in a narrow hallway and at the end were narrow stairs that led up and down. i didnt know where to go, so i turned to the left and found the workout room. it had one young guys working out in a jock on some of the equipment. we made eye contact and then i turned back, even more nervous than the moment before. i headed down the stairs first and was relieved to find the locker room. i found my numbered locker and proceeded to undress. that was the moment it all started to feel right. i was getting naked in this locker room like in so many before but, this time i knew i was going to have sex with any man/men i wanted. i was already half hard by the time i put the towel around my waist. i would have gone nude with the towel in my hand, i like showing off but, i didnt know what to expect and i saw a few guys come in and out of the locker room as i was stripping and they were wearing towels, so…..

i first decided to explore the lower floor. it was where the showers, sauna, steam room and jaccuzzi were. thankfully it was deserted at that moment so i had time to catch my breadth. i took my towel off and went into the sauna first. as i sat back and got comfortable i realized there was a window on the opposite wall where guys going by in the hallway could see me. this gave me an instant hardon. i sat there nude, erect and my legs open. wasnt long before i stroked my cock a bit for guys going by and for my own pleasure. from there i went across the floor to the steam room. i di more of the same, edging my cock, enjoying the wet heat and the fact that the entire front window as glass. as i sat there stroking two guys came ij together. they jumped into the hottub fast and the one immediately lifted the other guy up in the water to floating so he could suck on his cock. this show was amazing! i wanted to join them but i couldnt move or stop watching. i was no virgin but i had never experienced anything like this before. i was mesmerized and they really enjoyed having me watch and stroke my cock. i didnt want to shoot so soon after arriving, i wanted this night to last as long as possible. so after they left i grabbed my towel and decided to explore the rest of the club. the bathhouse was built out of city row-home/townhouse so it was narrow and tall. i climbed the stairs to the main level again. checked out the gym thoroughly, it was empty at that time. there was some porn magazines and a video monitor playing porn on one screen and then i noticed the others screen was a camera showing a hallway lined with doors and a few men walking up and down. i knew it was a live feed and i went looking for it. i went up another floor and found the halllway on the monitor. some men were standing around and as i passed (nervously) some would reach out and touch me or tweak a nipple but, i didnt stop. i saw some open doors with guys laying on their beds, either face down, ass up or laying back stroking. i could hear the sounds of sex from behind some closed doors. the walls of each small chamber/room did not go all the way to the ceiling so the noise really carried. it was really intoxicating. as i explore further i found bathroom with open showers and more men. i went up another floor to more of the same. but, on this floor i found an open door at the end of the hallway with the two men who i saw playing in the jaccuzzi. they were having sex on the small twin bed in the room. i stopped adn they immediately looked up and said, "hey sexy, come join us, we saw you downstairs and hoped youd come looking for us. i stepped, dropped my towel and immediately started the one guy help suck his buddy off. it was amazing being there with them. i didnt even know their names and didnt care. i just wanted their sex. we left the door open and before long we had 4 or 5 guys watching at the door. it was intense. that was when i shot my first load. it was a mind blowing orgasm. i thought i had great ones before. this blew them all out of the water.

after i recovered and then continued to play together i just got up, grabbed my towel and headed out. even this simple act amazed me becuase i just shot a load over these two guys while others were watching and now they were fucking for the crowd. i walked by the men at the door feeling like a porn star! LOL I soon realized that there was more to see.i found on one floor (i dont remember which one now) a video room with stadium type seating all covered in carpeting. there were 4 video screens stacked on the wall and a few guy sitting on different levels watching, stroking and playing. one was solo with his legs wide open, one was standing by the far door reaching under his towel a young couple, my age, were fucking on one or the upper levels. it was so hot to see. i knew i was where i was meant to be! LOL i continued through the room and past into the next space, which was a dark labyrinth of low walls and benches. i had stumbled into my very first orgy room. it was incredible! this whre most of the men the club were. there were groups here and there all playing and one larger group gathered around 5 or 6 guys sucking and fucking. i found quickly found myself joining in with al the guys watching. i had one guy sucking my cock while another sucked on one of my nips. there was a couple fucking right next to me so close, we were touching and there were lots of moans, grunts and encouragement all around. i shot my second load of the night there with men cheering me on. i left there almost light headed. by this time i didnt bother wearing my towel, just tossed it over my shoulder and headed out. i found a Bj room where there was raised platfrom you entered from doorway behind and guys on the lower level sucking on cocks sticking thru the holes in the wall. this was also a first for me. i knew what it was from porn but had never seen one in person. i sucked on all 3, then 4 cocks sticking through with the other guys around me. we had fun and lots of laughs. I

I headed back down to the lockerroom for a shower and my clothes after aobut 4 hours of sex and when i went to take a shower i walked in on two hot older guys showering together. they both stopped fast and looked right at me. i turned a shower on a few away from them but i found them quickly coming up behind me. on eeach side and they started feeling me up. i loved it and had no intention fo asking them to stop, even if my balls were drained! LOL they got on either side of me and actually lifted me up off the floor and spread my legs wide so the shower head was spraying my cock and balls up close. i leaned from side to side kissing them both. they put me down and i dropped to suck them both and stroke their cocks. the sprays of hot water and the steam it created all around made for a really sexy moment. by that time i knew i could just come and go on any play scene so i just go up and walked out, taking my towel with me. i went the lockeroom to towel off and get dressed and to my surprise, i had to jack my throbbing cock off one last time. i shot my load on the frront of the lockers and headed out to the street.

my first night at the bathhouse was a night of many firsts. in fact, i was so horny i went back the very next night. over time, i met some really nice guys, couples, married men. guys of all ages and i enjoyed them all. i even played with a few outside of the bathhouse. dated one guy, woudl fuck with him in front of his Daddy/BF all the time. it expanded my sex life and my experiences. over the years i would look for more in other cities when i traveled. i stil go and still have a blast. i have never been to one in any city where i was disappointed and i recommend the exprience to every man no matter your orientation. it is just a place to be free, open, sexual and eXXXplore!

I had my first experience in a bath house at the Melrose Spa in Hollywood in 1965 when I was 19. I had to go the first time with a "sponsor" to confirm I was not a cop and knew what to expect. At the time it was a series of connected rooms, and a big open area with beds so much of the action was in public. It was also the place I saw my first man fisted by another man. I was back in LA for business a few years ago and was disappointed that it was closed down. But Flex was still open!

I traveled a lot for work, and knew most of the bath houses in the country. Each one was a new experience, but not as exciting as my first one! I was young then and become the center of attention. Now, as an old man, I take what I can. Sometimes still exciting!

This isn't strictly about my first bath house experience , because, in South Africa where I came from, they didn't exist. BUT we do have amazing beaches and, all those years ago, before HIV, and the rest, it was pretty safe to be really experimental. That is what I always was- experimental. After leaving school and before starting on my first job, I borrowed my Fathers car and went on holiday at a nearby coastal town. The very first day at the beach, an older man introduced himself to me- turned out he was a Doctor and we got chatting. The conversation soon turned to sex and I said he was lucky to be able to examine all those beautiful women. I was kinky about enemas and asked him whether he personally gave any females an enema. He replied that this didn't happen very often but on the odd occasion he did. After we had swam we went to the changing rooms to get dressed and , as I took my bathing costume off, he complemented my on my penis and asked whether he could take a closer look. I became fully hard instantly and he really explored me totally. This started off a holiday relationship which was absolutely amazing. I hadn't started out looking for a male at all but this seemed so natural that I just immediately allowed the sexual side to "happen". I realized that, although I would probably never be attracted romantically to a male, this experimentation was mind blowing. When we parted at the end of the holiday, I thought I would never see him again, but hoped for a lot more male on male sex. It must have been about ten years later , that this guy walked up to me, of all places in Paris. I was unfortunately with another group there, including relations of mine , and so we couldn't even turn the conversation around to earlier times but we did correspond for a while after that. I have travelled widely since and have never found a bath house anywhere including the USA. I suspect that HIV had probably been the reason for that. The good old days were REALLY the good old days- so uncomplicated and so very sexy.

I have posted on other threads about me being a late bloomer to explore my bisexuality. When I first started out, I would find partners on a selective basis using a site call Silverdaddies. Finding people you would consider meeting based on their profile and then finally arranging to meet them in a clean secure place made it very difficult to actually have sex with another guy. I was always concerned about STDs and of course HIV, but I was only having sex with people I vetted and felt comfortable with regard to their STD status. As time went on a good friend and sex partner recommended I go get checked at the department of health where testing was free. Thankfully I have never gotten an STD.

Over time as the occasional sex partners added up, I realized I should look into starting PrEP (a drug that prevents HIV infection if exposed to the disease). The health department and their staff were immensely helpful in making that happen. Yes, I know PrEP prevents getting HIV, but all the other STDs can be contracted if your partner is infected. So once starting PrEP, the health department, requires STD testing every three months which is a good thing. And if there is any concern that I might have contracted something before the next scheduled round of testing, you can go in immediately for testing and treatment. So, I do feel like I am staying on top of my STD risk.

OK, with all that said, I have always been intrigued with having sex with lots of guys at a bath house. Yes, the risk of getting a STD is higher given the sex is anonymous. But again, I do get checked regularly and I am on PrEP.

So an opportunity popped when I was in Tampa for the day and had some time to kill. I went to the Tampa Bay Men's Club midmorning on a weekday. There was just one other guy there in the gang shower. He was not my type, and he didn't seem interested in me either. So, I hung out for a while and a few more guys drifted in, and the fun got underway. Some introductions and brief backgrounds were exchanged- all were bisexual and married. There were a total of five of us playing in one room at one point and we all enjoyed the sex.

So would I do it again if given the opportunity- yes I would. But I don't see it as something I would do frequently. You really don't know who is going to be there or if you will find them attractive. Like Forest Gump said, "it's like eating from a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get.