Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 16:25:54 -0700
From: RC
Subject: Bath Experience in Budapest, Part 1

Bath Experience in Budapest (part 1)

This is a true account of an experience I had a month ago while I was
traveling in Eastern Europe and spending a few days in Budapest, Hungary.
Budapest is a very beautiful city with remarkable things to see and do.
Among them, on my list, was a visit to one of the renowned baths in the
city.  After considerable research, I settled on the Rudas Baths located on
the Buda side of the Danube River.

The concierge at my hotel gave me directions for getting there and, since
it was a very mild, sunny day, I decided to set off on foot.  I crossed the
river and walked along the bank for about half a mile and came to the
entrance of the baths.  The Rudas baths are set up on a schedule that gives
certain days for men, certain days for women, and a day or two when both
sexes are admitted but bathing suits are required on those mixed days.

I paid my admission and also paid for a forty minute soap massage for an
hour later.  I had come on a men only day and was assigned a changing cabin
and given a small white apron to tie around my waist and to cover my
genitals.  I stripped and locked my things in the the cabin and proceeded
down the hallway to the showers where I dutifully showered.  The thin white
apron, of course, became essentially transparent and hugged my cock and
balls as it did everyone else's in the bath area.

Through an arched opened was a large central pool at a warm, soothing
temperature which I entered first.  There were about a dozen other men of
all shapes and ages from those in their twenties to a number of men in
their sixties.  I enjoyed the soothing water and admired the men who came
and went on their way from place to place.  Surrounding this central pool
were four other smaller pools, some warmer and some cooler.  Through
another arched doorway were a steam room and a dry sauna which I sampled
before finding my way to one of the smaller pools in a darker area of the
room which was occupied by only one other 50-something year old with a
large grey mustache.

I settled myself in a central part of this pool and sat back to relax with
my eyes closed.  When I opened my eyes, the other occupant had moved along
the seat and was within a foot of me.  His thigh made contact and soon his
right leg was alongside my left one.  I didn't respond except to close my
eyes again.  Within a minute, his right hand had moved to the top of my
left leg and began lifting the flimsy cloth.  His hand grasped my cock and
I was soon hard and throbbing.  While there weren't others in this pool, it
was in plain sight of anyone walking by but no one seemed to take any
notice.  A younger man soon joined us in the pool and approached me from
the other side.

His hand soon joined the other and they performed a wonderful symphony
under the water until, ten minutes later, I signed and erupted into the
water.  My two friends continued to massage my spent cock and my balls and,
eventually moved to my inner thighs.  The younger man leaned over and
nuzzled my neck and, as if the entire project had been scripted and,
without a word, they both rose, displaying visible erections under their
little aprons, and moved to another pool.

A few minutes later, a short bearded man wrapped in a red and white towel
came through another arched opening and called the number that I had been
assigned, beckoning me for my soap massage.  I checked my cock to make sure
it had subsided and made my way up to the steps to follow him to a room
with a slab covered in a white sheet to have my treatment.  Stay tuned for
what happened in that room.