Hmmm . . . I have to admit that I quit going to the tubs (baths) about 1980. I was in NYC and needed a cheap place to stay. So, I paid $15 to enter the St. Marks Baths (on St. Marks Place). I was acutely aware of the AIDS issue that was front page news everyday and scared. Still, after surveying a damn pleasant man who left the door to his little room cracked open (the "please, take a look, come in, take a feel) I took the plunge and made love to him for several hours; however, we did not fuck.
I miss the freedom and pure hedonistic pleasure of being able to hit the tubs after work. I was a bartender in a long-forgotten "coolest bar in town" in the Castro. They were great places to get the cigarette smoke washed off, relax, and with little effort find a hot group of gorgeous men to enjoy in a pig pile of non-stop action. I miss the group action. My lover of 8 years (now deceased, anyeurism) admitted to missing it too. I find it amazing I never caught an STD (although, jokes about catching crabs from the shag carpet padding the walls and floor of the dark rooms and the ever-present maize probably held some truth). By the time I had any interest in checking out saunas or tubs in the late 80's, they had all closed. Those that hadn't needed to be closed.
Now, in the two cities I live during the year, they only have saunas. They are small and tend to attract only the buffest of the buff young muscle boys. I still look damn good with a cheap towel wrapped around my 33" waist, but I vividly remember thinking in the 80's and 70's that the baths were a young man's retreat. Eventually, I wouldn't fit in. If I could find a sauna or bath house that catered to "daddies", I'd be willing to try my luck. I'm not into (never have been into) young men, even when I was a young man. But I'm not aware of any tubs exclusively for muscle daddies. Fortunately, I've got The Squeeze to keep me warm and satisfied. And we keep it interesting by having a circle of eight or so "friends with benefits" we like to host evert few weeks or so.
However, I more than make up for not going to the baths by spending far too much time at the nude beaches in Barçelona and Sitges. And from October through March there is always Punte del Este in Uruguay. It has a couple of very nice nude beaches. However, the southern Atlantic is fucking cold. It doesn't matter if it's the middle of January. The southern Atlantic coast is just too cold.
Anyway, nice thread gentlemen. It's given me pause to reflect on some amazing experiences and not regretting any of them.
EDIT: If anyone knows of a bath house that caters to daddies like me, please let me know. My abs are still ripped, biceps and triceps look good, and my chest doesn't sag -- yet. :wink: