Thank you for your comments about my first story. I was pleasantly surprised at the number of emails I received.
This next story happened at the same Montreal bath house as the first, but almost 15 years later. I was 33 and still in good shape. I had travelled to Montreal for a weekend of sex. Montreal is a very gay-friendly city, with a large gay quarter called "The Village". There are also over 50 bath houses in the city, which means there's one to cater to any mood you might be in.
I was staying at a very nice bath house called Aux Berges. My experience happened on a Saturday afternoon.
I was walking from floor to floor, trying to find an older man. I passed a man that I liked in one of the stairwells. He was in his late fifties or early sixties, white-haired, overweight, and much older, a grandfatherly-type. He smiled and I smiled back and we started chatting. After some small talk he started massaging my cock through my towel. Once he saw I was interested he asked if I'd like to join a friend of his and himself in their room. The idea of having two older men made my heart beat faster, and I readily agreed. We walked to his room, which was located one floor up. His hands rarely left my ass on the way up, which excited me. I was hoping the man in the room was at least as old as the first guy, and I wasn't disappointed.
We arrived at his room and he opened the door. I guess it's important to point out the Aux Berges isn't a standard bath house, but more like a gay hotel. The rooms are like real hotel rooms, not the usual closets with a piece of foam padding that qualifies as a bed. Lying on the bed was a naked man in his sixties, thin, who was watching a porn while stroking himself. I thought I was in heaven. He said something to the tune of "what have we here?" as his friend took my towel off.
