bathhouse

1.a sauna-type place where gay guys f-ck.
2.heaven
i’m out of starch.
go to the bathhouse!
a place where men go in order to have hot and h-rny s-x with each other.

these places usually offer two options : renting a locker or a “room”. most of these rooms are small, but can be equipped with a tv (displaying gay p-rn) or large mirrors.

a decent bath house usually offers the following : spa, sauna, hammam, showers, dark/back room(s), movie rooms or tvs, a bar. some bath houses also have glory holes, a movie theater, a weightlifting room, a large lockerroom, male m-sseuse, a swimming pool, etc.
i feel like having meaningless s-x with a s-xy guy, so i might go to the bath house.

i was into an incredibly hot orgy in that room at the bath house; the door had remained open and guys kept coming in.
a place that h-m-s-xuals go to have hot nasty anonymous s-x. often while cruising in white, surprisingly clean towels.
he was in the bath house sling, getting plowed like a nebraska corn field.
a place where men go to have s-x with other men. many of them are absolutely disgusting and reek of rotting s-m-n and growing bacteria. beware, 9 times out of 10 they are filled to the brim with people on a field trip from the aged fat people home. std’s get spread here like peanut b-tter on a sandwich. most bathhouses are very dark so you can’t see who’s groping you or rubbing their d-ck up against your -ss. many people liken them to haunted houses because of the dark lighting, horrible stench, and theme rooms which include mazes, sling rooms (for s-d-stic freaks), glory holes, doctors offices, and creepy old men lurking around who look like s-x offenders.
naive gay teen: i’m going to a bath house for the first time.. it sounds like so much fun! i’m gonna suck and get f-cked by as many hot men as i can.

smart gay man: noooo, don’t go there. ew. it will scar you emotionally, particularly since you’re in shape, young, and fairly attractive. creepy, old morbidly obese men will grope you in the middle of the dark.
a sub genre of electronic dance music (edm), a style of music with deep rythmic b-ss tones, and a melody.
this type of music is typically played for gays, in a bath house environment. bath house is characterized by long emotional trance-like breaks, searing diva vocals and sometimes a piano riff, or saxophone, chicago-house style. a vocal loop is not included with this definition, it must be a longer than 16 bars, non-repet-tive.
“he was djing very well, but then he got too bathy”
“that track has it all, sax, piano and diva vocals…its chicago bath house”
1. unclejesse’s 2nd home.
2. the main gathering area for all middle aged confirmed bachelors living in the than frandithco area.
3. unofficial meeting place for the man frandisco democratic party.

i heard unclejethy caught the gay-cancer at his favorite bath house. das’ fuct up yo. hopefully he doesn’t infect the canine community.
a place where sh-tty -ss male -n-l seekers look for guys to c-m in, as in the story below:

a f-g went to the gay f-g -ss b-tt s-x -n-l/oral jolly pride all-male-j-zz-fest (and feast) parade in new york. he met a smokin’ hot dude and wanted to plunge his d-ck into his sh-tty -sshole, so he invited the other gay f-ggot to a broadway show. during the intermission, they engaged in gay bl-wj-bs: one dude sucked the other until j-zz bust from the others’ nuts and splatted all inside the mouth of the other, temporarily choking the receiving f-g. after coughing and spitting up c-m, they finished watching the play, shoved d-ld-s up their -sses, gave a hobo a teabag, and climbed into a pool together at a sh-tty -ss bathhouse in queens. one of these f-ggy blokes plunged his p-ck-r in the other’s poo tube, unknowing that the other had a severe case of the gay sh-ts and ended up with diarrhea in his urethra. so he picked out what he could with a coffee stirrer, then took a black p-ss afterwards to remove what remained in his d-ck of the other’s tar-like stool. while waiting, the runny -ss f-g got blown off by the pool filter system, but felt let down because the filter was not the same as having a dude’s teeth and gums nestled around his f-ck stick. finally, the b-ttf-cker with the poo p-n-s returned to suck the sack of his partner. then ol’ nasty -ss bruce mcaids came by the pool, stood on the diving board, whipped out his dong, and began jacking his c-ck off until a slimy gay goo came (no pun intended) out of his salty s-m-n stick and fell into the pool, floating on the water to be precise. one of the lifeguards, c-mguzzaly o’neil, told bruce that it was not polite to m-st-rb-t- in the poolhouse without offering some of the other occupants a chance to eat the j-sm – just wasting it in the water was not proper queer etiquette. so c-mguzzaly took a net, retrieved the floating -j-c-l-t-, pulled it in, and grasped it with his palm. he then went on break, bought himself a klondyk- bar, and wiped the c-ck oil on top as a topping. “c-m has a lot of calories,” he said, “but tomorrow’s my birthday, so i deserve a special sloppy treat.” hearing of this from across the building (gays have good hearing – look it up), the two b-m-blasters from the pride parade decided to offer their gay genitals, b-tt (including -n-s, cheeks, crack, and fecal remains), mouth, pubic hair, hands, and ear c-n-l to c-mguzzaly to help him celebrate his 29th birthday, which was the annual commemoration of the only time he ever saw a v-g-n-. (he threw up ten minutes after birth, as he couldn’t stand the look of p-ssy and vowed right then and there to only go for guys.) at the birthday party, the cake frosting was made out of whipped sperm, while the rest of the -j-c-l-t- (prosthetic fluid, etc.) went into the batter for the rest of the cake. other than -j-c-l-t- by-products, the rest of the cake was what might be served at a typical birthday party. it contained flour, water, eggs, sugar, salt, baking powder, corn syrup, hershey’s cocoa, and m&m’s. but unfortunately, the hygiene was lax at the f-g-run bakery where the cake was made. you see, the gay baker who made the cake didn’t wash his hands after -n-l fisting his boyfriend craig, so there ended up being e coli in the cake. when the f-gs ate of the gay cake after blowing out the phallus candles, they got sick and went to the hospital. although they were ok in a few days, it was a really sh-tty way to spend a f-g birthday – in a hospital bed instead of in a guy’s p–py b-tt.
blow me at the bathhouse tonight!