The Best I Could Hope For with No Penetration
7/10/2026
Okay, I did get fingered for a pretty long time, and it was fantastic. I suppose you could qualify that as "penetration." But I'll get back to that in a moment.
. . . I'm back! It's been three months, and it might have been only one, but for one unfortunate monkey wrench in my plans: I got in a bicycle accident, was hospitalized for two days with internal bleeding of the liver and spleen, and then was told not to ride my bike for six weeks after I was discharged from the hospital. I took this seriously and literally marked my calendar; the final day of that stretch was yesterday. I figured it best not to get my back blown out at the bathhouse in that time either. Well, I rode my bike to work for the first time since the accident today—and I went back to the bathhouse, for the first time since April 16, last night.
It was an unusually productive visit overall, but an especially productive visit given that I neither fucked anyone nor got fucked. That usually counts as a disappointment, but I got fingered for so long that I couldn't leave feeling disappointed. Plus I sucked three different cocks, all of them beautiful.
Usually I only count having "had sex" with someone, in terms of my tracking numbers, if one of us cums. I'm leaning toward a different definition: if you could conceivably contract an STI from the activity, then it's sex. Granted, nobody ever uses condoms for oral sex because the risk is far lower than anal (or even vaginal) sex. But, if I spend a good long while either sucking cock or getting my cock sucked, I'm thinking it counts as sex even if neither of us cums. Now, I never count a passing brief cock in my mouth or the other way around, so if you want you can just add a ton to my oral-sex totals.
In any case, this brings me to 296 people I have had sex with to date. The number of people I've had anal sex with (211), however, remains unchanged.
I didn't bother going home first after work yesterday and just walked directly to the bathhouse. I leave work every day at 4:30 and was thus at the bathhouse by probably 4:45, much earlier than usual. I had brought douching supplies with me, albeit ones that turned out to be kind of terrible: we have a bottle attachment version at home that has worked out spectacularly well for me in the past, but the water bottle I brought with me had a much smaller screw top, so the attachment never stuck on it very well. I must have spent 45 minutes tying up the bathhouse's one douching station trying to make this work. If I held it very, very carefully, it would stay together, but still leak a little. This worked maybe one out of every three or four tries.
It didn't help that my rectum was not in the best state either. Until late afternoon, it sure felt like it was—I had visions of starting this post with "I love it with the stars align with my rectum!" I mean, sorry to get a little graphic here, but for much of my recovery period my bowel movements have been annoyingly messy. Yesterday morning I had the nicest, cleanest BM I'd had in several weeks, as though I'd just taken a new magic form of fiber or something. I even had a second BM later in the morning that was the same, so I thought the douching was going to be a cinch. Well, my belly started to growl a little later, and although anything I managed to expel later was nothing like it had been previously, it was soft enough to become a challenge, especially with my makeshift apparatus that was my only option. (Okay, I could have bought a douche nozzle from the vending machine. I didn't want to spend the money when I already have, like, three different kinds of douche bottles at home.)
I have a feeling it's very much by design that the hose attachment they provide in that douching station is both parallel to the wall and only a few inches away from it. Otherwise I'd have just backed my asshole onto it and douched directly from that. Clearly no one wants anyone to do that though.
Eventually I got cleaned out enough to feel like I was okay. When I clean out at home, I'll use my dildo to fuck myself a little, pull it out and check that it's clean. I forgot to put the dildo in my backpack, though (I also forgot to pack my bottle of lube, which I prefer to have at the bathhouse, but my backpack is also always well stocked with condoms and lube packets). Thankfully I had a bottle of Ban Roll-On deodorant at work, which we all already know fits into my ass perfectly, so I used that to test the cleanliness of my hole instead. I was so paranoid about being clean enough, I even put a little soap on it. I won't do that again. Getting hand soap that far up your ass, it turns out, burns a little.
I guess I'll say all the effort was worth it. Much like my April visit, the bathhouse was busier than usual for a Thursday, but did get much busier later in the evening, which is actually typical. I actually engaged in fairly extended play both shortly after I finished cleaning out as well as after it started getting busier.
So let's start with the first guy. An older White guy, bald but for a circle of hair around the sides of his head, my best guess in his mid-fifties (this would make him maybe 5 years older than I am). I suppose he could conceivably have been sixty. He was quite fit for his age. A bit of sagging skin here and there, but lean musculature on his limbs and a flat belly. He was super into me, and best of all, he had a hard cock, which is often difficult to come by (ironic pun intended!). I found him in the smaller play room while I was sitting on the bench alongside one wall, and he sat down next to me. We spent a lot of time fondling and caressing each other, with breaks in which he could get down and suck my cock.
There was another older guy, this one with a solid head of hair but looked like it was white, who sort of joined us for a bit. He had a good cock too. He also sucked me off briefly, but I'm not counting him in my numbers—even though he did cum. When he was ready, he stood over the towel he had left on the bench on the other side of me from the first guy, and let his cum fall on the towel. I did enjoy watching that happen. Then he wandered away.
I got well enough into the first guy that eventually I stood up and straddled his lap, facing him. He really liked kissing my neck and ear, sometimes even licking in my ear (I would never do that to someone else, ew, but it sure does feel good to be on the receiving end), and I knew this would make it easier for us to squeeze each other a bit, which I could tell he wanted to do. It was at this point he started fingering my hole, and I was into it.
I finally got up again and asked him to come over to the cot in the middle of the room. We then spent a lot of time here, first with him on his back and me straddling him. He never fucked me, and I did wonder if he would, but later I decided he may not have wanted do because he would have cum too quickly. After a bit I turned around and sucked his dick while he then started eating my ass, which he did a whole lot of—it was fucking amazing. He would also stick his finger in my ass and pump it in and out a bit. I was in heaven. Anyway, there were points during this when I would try to suck his cock again and he would pull it away so he wouldn't cum.
Eventually we parted ways just because I needed a break. I don't know how long he and I played, but it was probably close to an hour. I think we can qualify that as having had sex, right? We were certainly engaged in prolonged sexual activity. So I'm counting it! I later went back to my room and lay on my bed with the door open, as I tend to do. That guy passed by my door and said goodbye as he was headed out. It's always a bit of a trip when someone you met in the nude is now fully clothed. Also he said when we parted from the cot, "It's like we had a room without paying for a room!" I didn't bother telling him I had already paid for one. He clearly would have deduced that on his way out.
The next guy was a man recently moved to Seattle, only a month and a half ago he said, named Greg who was originally from France. I know this because this was a rare instance of a guy I'm playing with and me actually introducing ourselves to each other. This was after he had been in my room with me a while, said he wanted to go get a drink of water, and actually came back. This genuinely surprised me. "I didn't think you'd come back," I said. He was clearly bemused by this; I don't think he even understood why I wouldn't have believed him when he said he was just going to get some water. Well, it's quite common for people to find some polite lie to say so they can move on.
Greg could have been anywhere from his late thirties to mid-forties, and I would lean toward the latter. He was also partly bald, maybe just a super-close cropped haircut. It's sometimes hard to tell in the dim light of a bathhouse. He chatted me up a bit more after he returned from his water detour; before that, he just fondled me a little and I spent a good amount of time sucking his delicious cock, my head on the bed and him standing next to it. My mouth is watering right now just thinking about it. I think he maybe had a slight tendency toward domination, as he grabbed and pulled at my balls at one point, slapped them up a bit at another point, but he didn't go much further than that perhaps because I did not indicate much interest in it.
When he left and then came back, he asked me my name. So, I asked him his. I asked where he was from. He said, "Why do you ask that?" I said, "I can't tell if you have an accent." He said it's French. He asked how often I come here, and I said about once a month, but it had been a while this time due to a bicycle accident. I asked how often he comes here, and he said once a week! I forget that there are regulars who come super regularly. This was also when he said he had just moved to Seattle a month and a half ago, so that would explain why I had never seen him there.
We also told each other that we're both married. I mentioned my husband is from India. He told me is actually married to a woman. Oh, so a bisexual then? I didn't say that. I did ask, "Does she know you come here?" and he said yes. I'd love to know how often they have sex with each other but I opted not to ask. My husband and I have had sex with each other all of six times so far this year, one of which was three and a half weeks after my accident, and the state my body was still in then, it was quite uncomfortable. The sex I had last night was way better, and so will the next sex I have with my husband.
The first guy's cock was gloriously hard the entire time we played. Greg's was a beautiful cock but was kind of semi-hard at best, though a bit more so while I sucked it. He asked me what I was into and I said, "Getting fucked," but it was pretty clear early on that wasn't happening with him. I also told him I was kind of into being watched so I loved that he left my room's door open. He then asked, if I like being watched, why wasn't I outside the room? I told him I was roaming around looking for action and finding none, so I came back to my room. "You're waiting for the action to come to you?" he said. Well, he came to me, didn't he?
Eventually he said he was going to go walk around some more, and Greg moved on.
As always, I still held out hope for finding someone to fuck me. No luck this time, but I still went home satisfied—especially with the new and hot experience I wound up having in one of the gloryhole closets. This was after I wandered around a while, also hung out in my room a while, and eventually it started to get late enough that some young, hot guys were fucking in common areas and I was happy just to watch that. These guys never use condoms and I envy that freedom, which honestly I could plausibly enjoy given that I have Doxy Pep at home, but I still carry a condom around with me. Not that it mattered last night; I never had a need to open either a condom or a packet of lube.
One of my favorite things, in the absence of having someone to go into them with myself, is to go into one of the gloryhole closets by myself, lock the door, and listen to the fucking happening through the gloryhole in the next closet over. To a degree, I can also watch, although this takes time and patience, as very little light comes into those compartments.
Well, I happened to see a young and very hot couple of guys go into one of the compartments on the end, and as soon as the one in the middle emptied, I snagged it. These two guys were in the one compartment that also has an opening toward the common area that really never gets used, but it does mean slightly more light gets in. Any body parts I see are in silhouette, but that was enough for me to see that the cock on the bottom, facing me, was long, relatively thick, and super hard.
I watched and listened to them fuck for a few minutes. Then the bottom clearly saw that someone's face was in the hole in the wall, and he guided that beautiful cock into my mouth! This is something I would never do in his position, because I don't like not knowing what who I'm playing with looks like. But these guys were super horny and that may have been a factor. But it was hot, hot, HOT having a young man's cock in my mouth while he was getting fucked on the other side of the wall. He would be turns back up a little, and his cock would fall out of my mouth, but then the top would press him against the wall to fuck him harder, and his cock would reach further to the back of my thoat. Truly this was one of the greatest experiences I have ever had at a bathouse—and it didn't even involve me fucking or getting fucked. But it did involve someone else getting fucked!
I was even ready for that bottom to cum right down my throat. I absolutely would have swallowed his load. Alas, he never came while in my mouth. I couldn't even tell if he came in his compartment. I just know that they finished, and left. But I was left so turned on that I finally rubbed one out and came onto the floor right there, the orgasm so intense that I body spasmed a couple of times.
After that it was time to go home. I think I left about 9:25, which would mean I was there four hours and 40 minutes, a bit longer than my usual four-hour maximum. I'm not likely to return to a bathhouse until I check out the one in Amsterdam, likely at the end of the month. We'll see if I can realize my dream of getting fucked by a beautiful Dutch man.