Finally, following a several month pause enjoying an unusually late summer swimming naked (with strangers, friends, and my wife, in different combinations), a visit to the local male only bathhouse became practical. A sauna that has been a consistent destination for almost 2 years, one where getting off with naked strangers is the reality that keeps me returning.
My routine is fairly consistent by now, resulting in a certain amount of well practiced haste before enjoying the varied opportunities to get off with other men. Putting a towel over my naked body, a glass of beer, a hit of rush upstairs, then letting myself enjoy the flow of sex among other men. After getting into the proper mood, a quick walk upstairs followed, through the porn theater, down the corridor lined with porn playing and merely private booths, into a good sized dark room (almost always empty, a major difference from my first visits almost 2 years ago), and a dark maze area.
The basement was my true destination, with its steam room and whirlpool. In a slutty and turned on mood, this Saturday seemed emptier and more subdued than my last one here, though it was roughly the same time, an hour or so after opening.
Reaching the bottom level, the steps leading down already quite wet with footprints, I noticed a number of towels in the alcoves against the steambath's wall. Unusually, a pair of sandals also appeared there, meeting with my approval, as the sound they make moving in the steamy space's slippery floor space can be quite distracting.
Turning left, I checked the whirlpool, simply confirming it fountaining in over-energetic fashion, not to mention being empty, a combination without any interest to me at all.
Walking back naked to the other side, I grabbed a couple of condoms from the black bag, which also holds the little brown bottle, and entered the steam, walking to the back wall, eyes slowly adjusting. Turning to go deeper into dim back space, the space felt fairly empty, not including a man standing near the entrance.
Not much was going on in the rear dimness, though the hidden alcove in the deeply dark shadows was the apparent source of contented sucking sounds, meaning that at least someone was enjoying themselves the way I hoped to, this being a Saturday afternoon, after all, a fact I was counting on, based on several earlier experiences.
For me, the bathhouse is a communal space offering pure sex with strangers, often preferably with groups of them, filled with others sharing exactly the same attraction to having hot sex with other men. Either from repeated encounters cumming with other men, or potentially, as being naked with other men in a dim space where the sights and sounds and touches are unavoidable as you get more turned on, in a place where turning other men on is part of the game, is a temptation that only the willing expose themselves to. A temptation that no one at a bathhouse often resists after first indulging it, as the reality is so much better than any fantasy.
Sitting down, beginning to stroke, getting hard, with no one around except a few uncertainly hesitant strangers in the dark. One man walked by, turning into the alcove, but returned into the dim light after just a couple of seconds. Starting to sweat, and realizing that at least for now, nothing was happening, I stepped back out of the sauna, showered, dried off, then went upstairs to do another hit of Rush. Several men were wandering the upstairs halls, a couple naked, but nothing was happening, though by now, my state was one of quite advanced sluttiness.
Returning to the Turkish bath, a man was leaving as I entered, closed the door firmly, then going to the back area directly. Sounds were still emanating from the black alcove, along with additional noises from a pair in the middle of the space. One of the two sat on the bench, his legs spread to let the another man closer, whose hands were wrapped around the moving head, making him moan and pull an obviously willing mouth deeper, swallowing more of his erect shaft. Sitting on the bench, though not close, my eyes well adapted, the hot scene resolved itself in eye and mind as my hand began touching my half hard cock.
Head turned, at the edge of my vision there was motion in the steamy dimness, but my attention remained fixed on what was going on so close at hand. Watching men have sex turns me on, especially when they are both turned on, a fairly common condition here. My cock grew harder as they kept enjoying their cocksucking, the man getting sucked pressing tighter as he moved closed, his legs spreading the cocksucker's thighs. The change in sound and rhythm from the pair showed when the man being sucked began touching the other man's cock with his sweaty skin, beginning to roll a bit from side to side.
Soon, the somewhat younger man on the bench stood, grabbing the other man wantingly before beginning to kiss him passionately, stiff cock rubbing against the other man's well lubricated shaft. The two began sliding and grinding, their lips pressed tightly as they began to hump, hands clasping each other's asses to increase the sensation of truly intimate contact, even in a public place. Of course, my own jacking off was fueled by what they were doing, thoughts beginning to arise about joining them.
After a bit, the younger one shifted around and kneeled at the other man's ass, first licking, then seemingly fingering the other man's apparently willing ass. The man being rimmed spread his hands against the wall, making it obvious he was hard. I again considered approaching, especially after seeing a hand beginning to stroke the spread-eagled man's jutting cock, but my own stroking became a bit too distracting. Someone else approached from the dimness, stopped on the other side, his hand touching along the neck of standing man. It moved slowly, touching along ear and cheek, slowly turning a stranger's head. He began kissing the standing man, his hand slowly sliding down to meet the stroking hand of the stranger rimming another man's ass.
The third man's tongue seemed to trail down as the kissing ended, and he shifted position, letting his tongue easily reach the spread-eagled man's nipple. As his lips closed, helpless moaning started to fill the space, moaning which became louder, though in a muffled way when the new man's hand touched the rimming man's cock. I could tell from the way the new man seemed to slump and start thrusting his hips that all three were now being stroked.
When the kneeling man stood, the three turned towards each other, and it became obvious when their cocks began touching, low moans filling the space as hands wandered over asses willingly moving tighter at a light touch. Soon, they were using their hands to rub each other's cocks, kissing deeply in turns, then slowly separating, all three moving away, cocks hard, to either go into the jacuzzi or upstairs. No one who saw them could mistake their desires and intentions, making me still hornier after missing a fairly close opportunity.
The threesome gone, I stood, walking over to the dark area, letting my arm sweep slowly through the space, encountering no one. The heat remained bearable, along with the fact that even a slow Saturday afternoon would be filled with a steady supply of men coming to enjoy the public steamroom, naked with other naked men possessing the same interests and desires, basic and decidedly irresistible desires in almost every case.
Returning to the bench, waiting for the steambath to fill with men, positioned somewhat in the light, not caring what anyone saw, hand beginning to stroke myself hard again, any resistance to being so public faded each time the door let someone new in, the light of the opening indicating a steady flow of naked visitors entering the steamy space.
One man walked through, then leaned against the back wall, as several other figures disappeared into the shadows to my left. The sounds of sucking started quickly, and I noticed that the man at the wall was hard, his cock lit in profile from the other section. Other men began appearing, one stopping close to the leaning man. I saw a hand reach out, seeing how easily contact was made, then noticing a third man in line behind the now stroking pair, who were almost blocking the most narrow part of the tiled passage.
Taking in the easy hook ups, my cock swelled again as I kept pumping it with my fist, circled finger and thumb bumping underneath my cockhead. Another man leaned against the back wall, closer to me, obviously observing what was going on near by. He started to play with his cock, making me gaze attentively as it grew hard, his head turned to look at the action next to him.
My own stroking while looking at a sexy hard cock prevented me from even pretending to just be occasionally looking around disinterestedly. He shifted a bit, and only then did I grow aware that he was looking at me. He took a couple of cautious steps, sitting down at an indistinct distance, though one that made it easy for me to move a bit closer to him without being too forward.
Which may sound a bit strange, but sometimes, things simply don't click, even at the stage of sitting next to a man with a hard cock. But when the opportunity presents itself, merely exploring the possibilities offered isn't rude in the least, as every repeat bathhouse customer knows. A thought that just made me stroke myself harder before moving my foot out, finally lightly touching the side of his foot after an interval stretched by anticipation.
I trailed my left foot a bit higher, my right leg slowly spreading a bit closer to his. As my foot moved over his lower leg, his thigh began to touch mine, followed by his fingers sliding over the inside of my thigh, pulling me against him. Putting my foot back down, I shifted closer as his hand began to fondle my balls.
