Bathhouses and Strip Clubs - a visit to SFO

[Rickrock]

I read the whole thing for a change.

 

[frankfrank]

when I posted the word THIS and it was all I posted...it kept making my letters lower cased so I edited and tried again...twice..same thing...

I figured it was and automated response

There was a thread about that around ten years ago, and it came out that JUB indeed has software that changes All-Caps into all lower case...or capitalizes the initial letter of each word, or something. It might be built into the vBulletin software automatically, and it seems to kick in not only with ALL-CAPS, but even in "predominately" all caps.

I'm not sure if it's true anymore, because I haven't seen it discussed anywhere in a few years, but when I started on the internet in 2003 it was fairly common for people to say that ALL CAPITAL LETTERS was generally seen as an insult...and as SCREAMING at readers. I used to see admonishments about "DON'T TYPE IN ALL-CAPS, LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE YELLING AT US!" commonly, and this thread just reminded me they've disappeared. Perhaps upgrades of software after 2003-2005 included options to opt in or opt out of this automated feature?

For what it is worth; I thought it was worth reading.

I did, too. I'm actually one of the in-between in here, who read about one-half. Some paragraphs I read entirely, some I halfway "skimmed over"...but, then, I'm in the VERY tiny minority of gay guys who can be bored by something that is little more than a Sex-a-log, so there's that. If I was more into reading about sex-only stories, I would have gobbled the whole thing up. Absolutely.

If I may say so, though, I am still rather in awe of the details to memory, if this is a 100% account of your experience. If I spent that time at the Baths somewhere and I tried to write about it, even immediately after, my memory would be fuzzy from extreme sensory overload, and something like "Then there was this tall guy from India, and we sucked each other off in less than ten minutes in 69 position" would be the entire extent that I'd be able to write about one sexual encounter...if even THAT much. This was true even long before I got old.

Paradigm, how did you do it? I'm still just amazed.

 

[Telstra]

Talking about bath houses,
have you guys heard of a story this long in the bath house ?

 

[Paradigm]

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If I may say so, though, I am still rather in awe of the details to memory, if this is a 100% account of your experience. If I spent that time at the Baths somewhere and I tried to write about it, even immediately after, my memory would be fuzzy from extreme sensory overload, and something like "Then there was this tall guy from India, and we sucked each other off in less than ten minutes in 69 position" would be the entire extent that I'd be able to write about one sexual encounter...if even THAT much. This was true even long before I got old.

Paradigm, how did you do it? I'm still just amazed.

Um, I suppose it is a little too long for today's attention span, but the point of the whole account is that it isn't this giant orgy of beautiful men. And that it is a pretty relaxing place.

Seriously you guys can't remember that amount of detail even one day after? I thought my memory was going in middle age but wow, that is bad.

What would you know about too short?

People responded without reading because this is Hot Topics, not a subforum that had special rules for writers or feedback or the like. Reading the entirety of a tome isn't required, and the appearance of a tome is subject for conversation in and of itself.

As far as we can tell, the few members here who ventured past the Event Horizon were sucked into some sort of vortex and we have not seen them since. May God have mercy on their souls.

As for the TL;DR post, the post never appears in the thread, and Zeno stated that he posted a reply.

Travelogues are not Hot Topics when posted as a wall of text. Telly and Harke and even Corny have posted travel accounts, but were kind enough to add pics or at least break up the posts with exchanges with members here.

A wall of text is just not a welcome site in Hot Topics, and several people here have replied to your thread to tell you as much.

Wow, cranky today, aren't we?

 

[Zeno Lorea]

It might be because it was all in caps....and too short....

Actually, no. It appeared as a post at first. And I think I added one more word or phrase because I thought every post had to be 15 characters. So it was something like

TL,DR

This is not the fiction forum btw.

But I don't remember all of it. Just that my post appeared, and was removed. And that's offensive.

 

[Zeno Lorea]

What would you know about too short?

Oh my Vishnu, now THAT was a bitchslap. But so true.

- - - Updated - - -

Talking about bath houses,
have you guys heard of a story this long in the bath house ?

And this one is equally funny but a lot friendlier to the OP

 

[Paradigm]

Talking about bath houses,
have you guys heard of a story this long in the bath house ?

If you talking about time, then come when the older gents are there. We know how to make it last. And if you are talking about size, then you just have to work a little harder at turning us on.

 

[Zeno Lorea]

If you talking about time, then come when the older gents are there. We know how to make it last. And if you are talking about size, then you just have to work a little harder at turning us on.

So what you are saying is, you have the best sex, and when you don't, it's someone else's fault. That sounds like a certain older gentleman we are all too familiar with. Sad.

 

[Paradigm]

Wow, lighten up! You obviously have a chip on your shoulder. You seem very set against the theme of this thread.

I am assuming you think I asked for your post to be deleted - I did not. I am betting it was removed because it was too short. Perhaps you ask the mods - they should know why it was removed.

In any case - the point remains that the world changes a hell of a lot when you get older. You can ignore everything someone tells you because it is not in a convenient little chunk, or you can learn from others experiences. Just sayin.

 

[blubee]

Authors note: I am cross posting this on three different sites because I think it fits different threads on each, and I am too lazy to rewrite it each time.

Cope with it.

If mods feel this belongs more in another forum, please move. Thanks!




Honestly, I am doing this to watch clouds, not to watch two porn stars screw each other on stage.

Right now I am sitting at FL390 (39,000 ft for the non initiated). I am on my way back home from San Francisco. I was there for three nights (which is a long trip for me – I usually do one or two night trips). It was certainly not my first time to the city, but this trip was different. After a while most o them blur together, but this was one of those trips where your whole mindset changes. Let me explain.

Seven or eight years ago, at least every other weekend, if not more, you could find me on a plane going somewhere. I love to fly. That is, when you can do it right. First Class. That used to be easy – I played the mileage game – I flew first class for what most people paid for coach. Unless you were weren’t a good shopper, then they probably paid more. But life got in the way, the flying game changed, and that life became just a memory. But the clouds – and the sun – still beckon, and every once in a while I still manage to take a nice trip.

A few weeks ago, I stumble upon some good deals to the west coast. I checked out what was going on, and naturally, I had to check out what was going on at the strip clubs. Lo and behold, the Nob Hill Theater was having their guest porn stars in to do a sex show – and they were featuring Jessie Colter. He is a power bottom and someone who I wanted to see perform. So I checked on flights to see what I could find. Lo and behold – American was flying the A332 between Philadelphia and San Francisco - and there were some great fares and upgrades available if I flew out of Boston and connected! I hadn’t been on a transcon in over two year, haven’t been in a lie flat seat in over a year. The flights were booked, hotel selected, and all was left to do was to find out how to entertain myself for a couple of days there.

To be honest most flights I will just sit therefor hours watching the clouds, staring by at the world passing down below. I think part of it has something to do with the fact that at 35,000 ft .the sun is always shining. It’s my happy place. Sometimes I will download an eBook, which will sit on my tablet for moths before even being opened. This time I downloaded something I found from one of these sites – All I Could Bare by Craig Seymour. It is the story of a guy who finds himself working as a stripper in D.C., first as a “research project”, and later as a chosen vocation.

I barely looked out the window the whole trip – one of the few books that I read straight through. Probably wouldn’t have if it was 2x2 seating, there was some more graphic descriptions in the book. But I had my own private cubby, and I was free to read – and to imagine. A brief synopsis of the book – Craig suddenly finds himself at a few strip clubs. He decides that he is going to take the chance to dancing, and finds an excuse in writing his thesis. Contrary to what you would expect, it turns out to be a rather positive experience. Instead of the drugs and booze and hopelessness, he finds dancers who strip because they it makes them feel good, he finds customers that become friends, and this whole, I guess you would call it a loose community of men who have managed to shake all their pretenses of the outside world and come to terms with who they are, both as dancers and as clientele. I won’t give the story away and let you read the book, but when I got off the plane and picked up Bart to my hotel downtown, my mind was racing. I wanted to head to the Nob Hill more than ever, but it was not just about seeing some guys cock. I wanted to see who these strippers really were.

The next morning I went to the MOMA. I guess I am just not an art person. There were a few things I liked, but most of it was just boring. There was this one painting which I swear had hidden image of Bill Clinton in it. But the painting was done in the sixties, so that made no sense. Probably just the uber-present pot smoke outside of Powell Street Station. Done with that in les than two hours, I headed up to Fisherman’s Warf, figuring I would grab an In-n-Out burger. But the line was out the door and down the street. Sorry, but their burgers are not THAT good. Time to find something else to do.

In my poking around on the Internet the night before, I saw that it was Bears at the Bath at Steamworks over in Berkeley. Now I am not a pretty guy. I am down a bit in weight – I am now under 300lbs, which may not be a big deal to you but for me that was a big accomplishment. But I still have man boobs the envy of any drag queen, a big belly and a paunch to match. Not to mention bad teeth and no hair. But I figured Bears afternoon would at least be a step in the right direction, I would be the only fat guy in a world of twinks. I decided at the last minute I would give it a try.

- - - Updated - - -

This is not my first time at a bathhouse. I have gone a couple of times up in Toronto, and once at a place that no longer exists that may kinda sorta fit that description. All three times there where maybe a handful of people milling about;. I got an uber from the train station to Steamworks – when we arrived there was a line out the door. I started panicking. The driver (actually a really friendly young Nigerian guy) asked me what kind of place Steamworks was. I kind of sputtered out “it’s a club… for a certain clinetelle”. He looked at me oddly for second, until it dawned on him. He smiled, first in a kind of that’s funny way, and then in a kind of hey that’s cool kind of way. “Have a good time in there” he said and shook my hand. That gave me the confidence I needed to stand in line.

The guy in front of me in line was this skinny little kid. The couple behind me muttered something to the effect of “that is not what I thought a bear was”. As I walked up to the window and placed my wallet and hotel key in the safe deposit box, the attend noticed I was from the other side of the country and told me that I choose the right day and was really going to like it today. It made me feel better for a second, but I still had butterflies when he buzzed me in and gave me a towel. I headed to my locker half scared of who would be watching me, half excited about what kind of eye candy I was about to see.

At the time I didn’t think much of my adventures at the other bathhouse. I have hit that point in life where I have dropped a bit of my self-consciousness. That said I was still acutely aware that I was the biggest body there. But here, I rounded the corner to my locker, and there walking down the hall is a guy who had a good 25 pounds on me. He had a towel he was holding in his hands, completely comfortable with the idea of walking around nude. Now, when you get to be portly, one thing that happens is that your little friend down there tends to become something of a hermit. It gets dwarfed by the surround awesomeness that is a fat man’s stomach. This was always something I was ashamed of. In fact that was probably the one reason I never went to someplace like this before. I vividly remember a time a stripper I took back for a lapdance was trying to feel me up and asked “where is it?” when he didn’t find what he was looking for. He had failed to account for the paunch that got in the way and would have had to reach lower between my legs to find Krazy junior. The fact that he had failed ot make much impression on Krazy junior anyways didn’t help things.



Sometimes something did start happening. Guys would eventually congregate around to watch what was going on. Sometimes something else would come of that, but often it was over and everyone started their little dance again around the maze. I suppose everyone was looking for that one person who turned them on. And as I made my way around the circuit, first down this way, then around this corner this time, something changed. Instead of being on the lookout for some hot naked otter, I suddenly started thinking about what that guy over there was thinking. What was he looking for? Did he come here to get off? Was he just as self conscious as I was my first time? Or was thins home to him? Did he want sex? Maybe he just wanted to watch. Or maybe even just remember when he was the hot guy all the others were looking for. As that happened, I started getting turned on by a different guy. An older guy. Well, I had ot keep reminding myself that yeah, I am now on the backside of my 40s, so they maybe aren’t any older than me. But someone who was real. Someone who was comfortable with the idea of just getting a blow job or shooting a load. Someone who wasn’t ashamed of themselves, and more importantly didn’t give a shit about who watched them doing it.

There is an area that has a raised platform. The walls have these big windows in them. The blowers stand on the lower level at the windows, The blowees stand on the platform. It is the right height and comfortable for all. Fortunately the area is better lit and it is much easier to see what is going on. And be seen. I was slowly building up my level of confidence. I was not ready to get a blowjob yet, I was worried I would just shoot my load before he even got his lips around my dick.
But I was ready to give. This wasn’t of course my first time giving or getting a blowjob. But it WAS my first time doing it out in the open, with a dozen other guys wandering around for everyone to see. Slowly I got closer to the windows, watching a couple of guys next to me get intimate. Well, no, it was pretty much just a bunch of moaning and face fucking. This guy of heavy but not too overweight build was standing there on the upper level watching as well. Slowly I end up getting closer. The decision time had come. I decided what the hell. I reached up, grabbed his dick, and started giving him a hand job.

So maybe that is another thing about a place like this. If you were to walk up to a guy at the super market and start playing with his man parts, you would likely get a good beating, if not arrested. In a place like this, if having someone play with your dick is not something you want, you simply politely say no thanks and move away. Would you like a creamer with your coffee? No, thanks. Would you like a pamphelet? No thanks. How about a blow job? No thanks. Of course that is the fashionista crowd, who seems to be there to try and show off their naked bodies to a bunch of other guys would couldn’t give two shits about them. With most of the guys there, you grab them by the balls, they let out a moan and start thrusting their dick at you too. How about free sample?




And so I found myself giving this guy a blowjob right there, as half a dozen guys were standing next to me. Apparently I was doing a pretty good job with my hands, and the guy got hard real fast, and was obviously enjoying it. I discovered I could take a lot more of it than I thought I could. I discovered that, yup, I am pretty much a horny slut with few hang-ups. At first I was pretty aware of the people around me. And that only turned me on. Three guys next to us decided to take the idea and run with branching out in their own creative direction. Pretty soon I just focused on what was in front of, or maybe in, me. While the guy I was blowing was obviously enjoying themselves, a most surprising thing happened to me.

I started getting bored with it.

Now there is a mind blowing moment. How may times have a I paid a hundred bucks or more for a lapdance with the hope of a few minutes of oral play? How many jack-off sessions revolved around this very same situation I was now experiencing in real life. What is the proper social protocol to tell some guy you want to stop sucking them? So I slowly broke it off. The guy at first tried to keep it going, but he eventually turned his attention to someone else. I wandered off to find a place to relax.

The “wet” area of the club is where most people hang out. The centerpiece is this huge jaccuzi in the middle of the room. On one side are the showers, and next to those on either side is the dry and wet steam rooms. You are supposed to take a shower before you go into the jaccuzi. Most guys take showeres pretty much before, after, and even in the middle of going to the other places. I suppose for a first timer these would be intimidating. There are a couple of shower heads against the back wall, and then a glass wall that seperates more showers – half being in the “shower room” and the other half, with rainhead showers, next to the jaccuzi. There are towel racks on the side walls, but don’t get too attached ot your towel. Too many to keep track of whose is whose.

I just gave some guy head in the other room in front of a whole bunch of guys, so the idea of getting naked and standing in the shower didn’t seem to be any issue for me. Other than the fact that I just could not get the damn thing to work! I was there for a good minute or two struggling – how could I not figure out how to turn on a shower. Suddenly a hand reached out and pressed a button below the handle and the water came on. It was only then I notice the arm was attached to a nicely muscular and fairly well endowed guy in his late twenties. “You need to press this button here. First time here?” he asked. “Well, welcome. It’s a good place, nice and clean.” And he wandered off to the steam room.

Now fit guys, or even just slightly out of shape guys, aren’t really going to get this part. But when you are really out of the norm for body shape, situations like open showers are the source of endless nightmares. The thought of even being exposed like that is a huge hurdle to overcome. So when a good looking guy not only talks to you in the shower, but totally ignores the eyes straight ahead rule and completely fails to even register any shock it is a giddy feeling. And it was at that point that I finally understood what a bathhouse is really about. It has nothing to do with sex. Well, ok a little to do with sex. But mostly, it is about being completely open with who you are. Your body, your personality, your sexual interests and sexual identity. You don’t have to be scared of doing anything but stare straight ahead because someone will react badly. You can look. You can enjoy. Heck, you can even get a boner in plain sight and that is perfectly acceptable here.

Surprisingly though that never happened. Not o me, not pretty much to anyone else. I was expecting to be walking around with my towel poking out 5 inches in front of me, yet I hardly got excited. I expected to have to try and navigate around all these obstructions sticking out from the crowd. That is not to say I didn’t see any, but really they were rare. It turns out that for all your fantasies, nudity is pretty much mundane once you do it for more than a few minutes. So I spent my time moving between the Jacuzzi and the sauna. I would say a majority of the guys wore their towels in the sauna and steam room. Not an overwhelming majority, but a majority of them.

It was only towards the end of the night that I saw the usual porn scene actually kind of happen. I was in the sauna on one of the benches. There was a good mix of guys. A few were casually playing with themselves, but really that was about as interesting as a piece of lint on the floor, so no one noticed. On the upper level a pretty good-looking daddy type was sitting there without his towel. This younger twink sat down on the lower level, and after a few minutes began playing with the older guys foot.

It took a few minutes for more to happen. The older guy just didn’t seem terribly interested at first, so the young twink tried harder. It was like watching a soap opera – what was going to happen next? Well, eventually the younger guy won and slowly starting giving the older guy a blow job. The guy was a bit vocal about it, and then everyone else in the sauna started to watch. The one notable thing about this situation was that the younger twink was the only guy by this point with his towel still tightly wrapped around his waist. Pretty much everyone else started playing with themselves, either discretely, or more blatantly. This one younger guy decided to make a move to fell the young twink up, and he instantly tightened up his towel and pushed him away. The twink and his daddy kept going at it, but it sent a wave through the rest of the group. What kind of uptight prick was this with I perfect little body teasing everyone? We are real people here. We can enjoy ourselves thank you very much. So others started getting it on, too.

It was only at that point I noticed the young guy sitting next to me. In some ways it was like looking at myself. Well overweight , he looked nervous. But he was playing with himself, his penis like mine overwhelmed by the stomach around it. It wasn’t big, but was obviously getting hard. If you asked me a week ago if I would have ever been turned on by someone like this I would have said no. Probably would have said no even that morning. But for some reason I found this guy playing with himself was giving me this great feeling! I was somewhat turned on, but it was more this warm at ease feeling, like somehow I got to relive my past, and break out of that shy young fat kind I once was. I had changed. Sex was no longer some fantasy thing, I no longer was ashamed of being me. I was now comfortable with myself. Sex was no longer in control of my mind, making me feel ashamed. Yeah, I felt good about sex. But it didn’t dominate my interests any more. I could safely deal with it on an as needed basis.

I never did give that young guy a blowjob. I was really tempted. In fact kind of turned on by the thought. But the guy sitting on the level above him also found him interesting and started playing with him before I got there. The young guy blew his load nearly instantly. It wasn’t anything big, no launching projectiles. In fact it was just a little oozing coming out. You could tell the poor guy was shocked it happened. But I just looked up at him, and unconsciously smiled. I got a little smile back. Then the guy above him gave him a kiss on the cheek, and started massaging the guys back. I left the two (well, the 10 or so, but those 2 in particular) and went out to get into the hot tub. I glanced at the clock on the TV set. Oh SHIT! It was 6:45, and I needed to be at the Nob hill for 8 to see the show! I spent the whole afternoon there at the baths!

I am assuming that you are getting old as you are portly. Can you be really happy to be single and just satisfied by going to gay bars and saunas? Life would be sterile when you don't have love as the spice of life.
When you are making out with someone you love, sex is better and more satisfying.

 

[Zeno Lorea]

Wow, lighten up! You obviously have a chip on your shoulder. You seem very set against the theme of this thread.

No, YOU are the one who felt the need to insist that age does not reduce your sexual prowess. I am sorry, but it sounds like you are one of those people who weren't slutty when they were young and handsome, and try to make up for lost time when no-one is interested anymore.

I go to gay saunas all the time, so I am not against the theme at all. I don't understand why some ugly old farts still go there when all they can hope to achieve is spoil the fun of others, though. Too often I'm having fun with other guys in some remote corner of the steam bath and trolls keep pursuing us. We move to another corner to be left alone again, and they just follow. You say no, and they keep touching you. You gently move their hand away, and their other hand creeps up. You move that one away as well, and the first hand creeps back up. I like to fuck in a steam bath and I like to do it in public. Be happy that we allow you to watch, but don't force us to go to another room.

And don't give me the bullshit that there are some young men who like older men. If that is the case they will let you know and you won't miss the hint. But I somehow never see those men over sixty interested in each other. If they don't like each other, why should we feel obliged to like them?

My previous post was as lightened-up as it gets. I was making fun of you. I'm a bit grumpier now, but hey, it's early morning here, I didn't sleep well. But I'll lighten up by going to my local bath house today. On Saturdays the maximum age is 30 and on Sunday it's 25. Soon I'll only be able to go Mon-Fri when they allow men up to 40. So I best enjoy myself now then.

 

[eastofeden]

Actually, no. It appeared as a post at first. And I think I added one more word or phrase because I thought every post had to be 15 characters. So it was something like

TL,DR

This is not the fiction forum btw.

But I don't remember all of it. Just that my post appeared, and was removed. And that's offensive.

I don't know why it was removed...I was suggesting that because I kept getting my caps reduced to small letters when I type THIS. I didn't see the post or even read this OP until after I posted because it was too long and not enough breaks...and it is a subject I am not really interested in for alot of reasons...

Maybe ask the mods?

I have to say after I did read it I don't remember any of it....it reminded me of a virgin talking about their first time for some reason and I don't like to hear about that ...or coming out stories...

I also thought it sounded like a gay travel article. Maybe I got the first impression wrong or I just discarded it but I don't understand why everyone is kinda mean to him. I can't think of anything that offended me but it is too long to go back and check again...maybe I skimmed over the offensive part....

Of course...I have triggers that piss me off that alot of other people are OK with...just kinda curious what I am missing...

Oh...BTW on the last post above....do you think every guy who is 60 wants a younger guy and is only interested in young men and not men their own age? I am asking if you actually think that...or you were just pissed off? If you really believe that...you are wrong.

I get the part about older guys and younger guys as in I hated when a pushy older guy forced himself on me or my friends when I was young...it sucks really....but just an FYI..I know other men who also like guys their own age....it isn't that unusual.

 

[NotHardUp1]

I also thought it sounded like a gay travel article. Maybe I got the first impression wrong or I just discarded it but I don't understand why everyone is kinda mean to him. I can't think of anything that offended me but it is too long to go back and check again...maybe I skimmed over the offensive part....

Of course...I have triggers that piss me off that alot of other people are OK with...just kinda curious what I am missing...

I think it was the combo pack. You have the perfect storm of sorts. Too long posts are always a favorite trigger in Hot Topics. It's practically a trope to have the forum members pile on when such a thing is posted. Add to that the cheek in noting that it is but one of three sites the OP placed it on makes it sort of a thing akin to spam. Maybe it's not mass marketing per se, but it just makes it seem crass and presumptuous, or a test to see what market there is and where.

All that is aside from it being just plain uninteresting. The forum might listen politely in the stories forum, or ignore one from a newbie, but this isn't any of those things. It's tedium and fairly attacked here as such. It was basically a collection of ramblings, without any actual point, or a theme, or a catharsis or anything that meaningfully touched the protagonist.

It didn't help to begin with gloating about first class travel at the prices of coach. Those of us who are forced into steerage can't exactly find a sympathetic character in first class. That sort of thing immediately slaps across the mental chops.

There's also a sort of hollow winsomeness about the whoring of yore. a theme that recurs in some gays, that frankly doesn't have as large an audience in this day and age. The change in Pride parades is a parallel shift, with them not nearly as raunchy as posted pics on JUB from prior years depicted.

Those are a few reasons right off the bat before you even get to the subject matter and whether people enjoy sex clubs or not.

 

[eastofeden]

All that is aside from it being just plain uninteresting. The forum might listen politely in the stories forum, or ignore one from a newbie, but this isn't any of those things. It's tedium and fairly attacked here as such. It was basically a collection of ramblings, without any actual point, or a theme, or a catharsis or anything that meaningfully touched the protagonist.

Ahhhh...so I didn't miss the point.

I have to say I thought it was a weird travel guide....

I missed the three sites thing though...

...maybe he has a youtube gay travel channel?

 

[Zeno Lorea]

...maybe he has a youtube gay travel channel?

He could do one together with Telstra

 

[Paradigm]

It didn't help to begin with gloating about first class travel at the prices of coach. Those of us who are forced into steerage can't exactly find a sympathetic character in first class. That sort of thing immediately slaps across the mental chops.

Ironically it was because of JUB that I first learned about frequent flying and getting upgraded to first. Of course those were long posts too, which I suppose most people didn't read then, either.

There's also a sort of hollow winsomeness about the whoring of yore. a theme that recurs in some gays, that frankly doesn't have as large an audience in this day and age. The change in Pride parades is a parallel shift, with them not nearly as raunchy as posted pics on JUB from prior years depicted.

And the whole point of writing about my experience is that they aren't just sex clubs. I fell sad that Zeno sees the baths as being there purely for his sex adventures. I would be very curious how he sees his past twenty years from now. The little uppity kids who think the place is just built around them and sex.

Many years ago - obviously beyond the threads still available here, but hopefully in archives somewhere, was the thread that got this one going. There was an older gentleman, I *think* his name was Herry but I could be wrong on that, had only recently came out and was having a hard time fitting in. This was back in the days when you didn't just come out in your teens. There was another forum regular, named Jasun (He may still be around) who kept prodding him to go to the baths in LA. The popular conception at that time was that they were just these dark dens of constant orgies between porn models. Well, he finally did go, and he found that they were anything BUT unwelcoming and filled with sex. This is the same type of report. Perhaps too wordy, but the same thing in content.

If that is not your cup of tea, then move on. Because I know that there are many out there who do need just this type of assurance. Perhaps you might consider being a little more friendly to those who still have to work out their issues.

 

[Telstra]

No, YOU are the one who felt the need to insist that age does not reduce your sexual prowess. I am sorry, but it sounds like you are one of those people who weren't slutty when they were young and handsome, and try to make up for lost time when no-one is interested anymore.

I go to gay saunas all the time, so I am not against the theme at all. I don't understand why some ugly old farts still go there when all they can hope to achieve is spoil the fun of others, though. Too often I'm having fun with other guys in some remote corner of the steam bath and trolls keep pursuing us. We move to another corner to be left alone again, and they just follow. You say no, and they keep touching you. You gently move their hand away, and their other hand creeps up. You move that one away as well, and the first hand creeps back up. I like to fuck in a steam bath and I like to do it in public. Be happy that we allow you to watch, but don't force us to go to another room.

And don't give me the bullshit that there are some young men who like older men. If that is the case they will let you know and you won't miss the hint. But I somehow never see those men over sixty interested in each other. If they don't like each other, why should we feel obliged to like them?

My previous post was as lightened-up as it gets. I was making fun of you. I'm a bit grumpier now, but hey, it's early morning here, I didn't sleep well. But I'll lighten up by going to my local bath house today. On Saturdays the maximum age is 30 and on Sunday it's 25. Soon I'll only be able to go Mon-Fri when they allow men up to 40. So I best enjoy myself now then.

What ?
Which saunas only allow slutty kids to go on Sat & Sundays ??
I want the name of the saunas ...

 

[frankfrank]

The last time I went to a bathhouse was 2006(?) when a guy was hosting monthly steambath parties. He turned an entire residence into a steambath, with just about everything - a large Jacuzzi, a slings-and-bondage room, sauna, etc. I'm not sure if he lived there, too - it almost looked like he DID because of cool knick-knacks around, etc.

This was also in San Francisco, an event I just stumbled onto before a trip there.

I enjoyed it greatly without having any sex there. Just a series of fun conversations, observations, and immersing into the vibe. With all that, who needed sex?