My schedule over the last couple of weeks has been complicated by cutting wood in the local forest. Not that this is a complaint, as the weather has been ideal for doing such work, not to mention motorcycle riding. This meant that last Friday, after spending a couple of hours with a saw and unloading the results at home, when I entered the house, the clock said it was 2pm, providing a perfect opportunity to go riding, relaxing in my favorite sauna after enjoying some organic smoke.
About 1/3 of the way there, I realized my black bag was still at home. Considering that condoms were available for the asking at the bathhouse, though when I first started visiting, the bucket was kept openly at one end of the bar, and that my little bottle is not at all necessary for fantastically wild male to male sex, it made sense to keep going. Particularly if I wanted to get a second load of firewood out of the woods that day.
Parking with a motorcycle is always simple, nicely matching the simplicity of sex at the bathhouse. Being used to my habits at the counter, it didn't take long to deal with my helmet, which doesn't fit into the somewhat narrow and short lockers. Taking off my jacket and boots doesn't take long after decades of riding, though they go a long way to filling the locker. (When I am not able to balance on one leg while taking off a boot and a sock at a time will be an indicator that it is time to give up riding.)
Finishing my beer at the free Internet terminal, I caught up on various local gay forums/message boards - after all, if there is one place to expect people to cruise the net with a distinctly homosexual direction, it would certainly be here, a veritable Turkish bath of sin and unspeakable acts. Ones that all more than one time visitors are definitely interested in repeating.
A fact that took very little time to confirm upon entering the steam room. A couple of men seemed to standing apart in the front area as I moved towards the wall, before turning right to enter the dimness at the back. Moving slowly, I sensed the presence of a man nearby. Keeping my hands outstretched, fully realizing what could result, mutual contact being one reason to walk this path through the steambath. though trying not to be clumsy about it.
At least, that has been my experience, both when positioned against the wall there, or passing it by. It is also a bit variable - the further away one is from the narrowest point, the lower the illumination level. He was at the beginning of the deeper section, while I was still in a more lit section, though far enough along that someone could pass by without touching - assuming a modicum of skill and the desire to remain untouched, something so often lacking in the proximity of horny naked strangers so close at hand - or mouth.
His gentle touch along my wrist was a bit surprising, as my eyes were still focussed into the deeper reaches of the darkness, and not on his presence. When his hand quickly found my thigh, then my now swelling cock, it was obvious that he had been standing there long enough, and was looking the better direction, for his eyes to help him start playing with another man.
My moans were inevitable, as were his after my fingers found his nipple, tracing back from his hand along his arm to his shoulder, stroking the hairs underneath, then down, over his chest. My right hand reached out underneath the belt line, quickly finding his equally expanding cock. My left hand still held the condoms and lube, but it was possible to reach out and use my left arm to sweep us closer, a hint that he enthusiastically responded to, pressing our bodies together, then virtually cock to cock.
The temptation was almost irresistible, but with my hand on his now 3/4 hard cock, it was possible to guide his turned on cock towards the outside of my thigh, my fingers wrapped just underneath his cockhead, pumping it rhythm to his panting. My own stiffening cock was against his hip, and when his tongue found my neck, it was clear that the only way a condom would be used was if I took the lead, even though by now, my resolve was dwindling under a tide of seductive sensation.
Cock to cock is wonderful, and it was obvious that he wanted to enjoy it with my cock against his, an idea that certainly tempted me. Luckily, I knew a way to create a perfect short term distraction while taking care of my basic conditions for enjoying it in a place where sex is so utterly casual.
Bending to my knees, I put a condom package between my teeth, opened it, took the condom out, determined the direction it would need to roll, then let my lips follow it down his cockhead. His hands reached for my head, but weakened as my mouth engulfed his cock, my right hand unrolling the latex down to the base of his shaft. It felt as if he had shaved recently, a bit unfortunately, since his silky armpit hair had been so sexy to feel.
My right hand went to my cock as soon as the condom covered his jutting rod, pre-cum making the sensation of jacking off perfect, knowing that anyone nearby could see me sucking a hard cock while playing with myself, almost unbearably fantastic. Knowing that this was just the start of my visit, it was possible to restrain my own desires, at least to the extent of not cumming when rubbing his cock against mine.
Which occurred as soon as I stood up, letting my shaft rise until it met his, letting me pressing my palm down against both rods, gripping them before beginning to move back and forth. His arm curled out to press my body along his, his tongue going from my neck to my ear as I willingly bent my head to let him reach his goal. My other hand was playing with his erect nipple, and when I let my fingers splay, my pinkie actually touched his other nipple, making him gasp as both his nipples were touched.
Knowing that cumming so quickly would just end this afternoon's fun, after spending a delightful interval thrusting cock against cock, he slowed, pressing me tight again, before standing back, and leaving. I followed after a couple of minutes of enjoying the steam sitting on the bench, letting my body relax, hand along my softening cock in the now empty space.
Going to the shower, getting clean before entering the hot tub, I stood back quickly when the water stream turned out to be quite cold. Pressing the shower button again, the water had warmed enough to starting soaping myself, starting with my hands and feet. The four rain style shower heads are arranged in a 'L' pattern, 3 in a row, the 4th offset a bit. A man was showering at the other corner, and seemed to be paying attention. That anybody is particularly interested in my body's appearance at this point is not something I consider, but after having already been on my knees sucking a stranger's cock, and then going cock to cock, being public appealed to me.
The water runs for a minute or so before needing to be started again by pressing a fairly large silver plate. My cock was still horny, and when I turned my head to look around, it was obvious that the other man was focussing his attention on it. Filling my palm with soap from the wall dispenser, I slowly spread it along my shaft, my left hand playing with my balls, facing the wall, making my cock appear in profile. I love looking at cock, and the idea that another man was enjoying the same thrill was a turn-on.
Stroking my hardening cock, I knew he could see me, and when briefly turning to check, it seemed as if the sight of my now stiff cock was making him horny, his expression starting to betray just how horny he was getting looking at a naked stranger in his late 40s soaping his thickening and swelling cock in public. One thing that has definitely struck me at the bathhouse is just how sexy cocks are, without necessarily finding men sexy at all.
From the sounds, the whirlpool was clearly in its manic bubbling phase, and with my cock quite rigid, I left the shower after using my hands to brush the water off my skin. Really, the single towel is utterly inadequate for anything but a final drying off before leaving, and this brushing is about as good as possible - though doing it around other people requires a certain space..
Walking naked to the still bubbling whirlpool, I noted that two men were in it. The one at the center was floating with his elbows on the edge, head facing towards the wall, legs somewhat spread, while the other sat on the bench to the left of the entry steps. Putting my toe in, the water was pleasantly warm, an invitation to let my body relax in its heat.
Getting in, the incessant bubbling was somehow less irritating than usual, possibly because the center man's legs were reducing its action. After a moment to get settled in the currents, I let my right leg drift over to the nearer leg of the floating man. Touching it, I let my foot slowly slide along its warmth, until my toes were reaching his crotch.
The man across from me was bending, his hand apparently playing with the third man's nipple. My toes began to massage his fairly massive feeling balls, then slid further, along his cock, guided mainly by the water currents. Water provides an opportunity for not completely random motion due to the weightlessness of the bodies floating in it, an incredibly light touch, though solid compared to the wetness we were surrounded by.
