Memorable One-Night Stands

In rare moments of nostalgia, I miss the good old days of gay bathhouses. The sheer randomness of who you might meet, grope, kiss, or fuck was a never-ending game of chance. Wandering through a dimly-lit maze, a hand might reach out, a towel drop alluringly, or a tongue salaciously invite you to embark on a dark debut into deliriously decadent delights. For better or worse, the baths offered gay men a safe environment in which to go shopping for sexual partners. Some nights were total losses; on...