Traditionally, prostitutes would say that getting head was one of the things most requested by their customers. This makes sense in terms of simplicity and avoiding pregnancy. Plus, in the past oral sex was much less common, often illegal in itself, meaning blow jobs were a service prostitutes reliably provided to men who wanted oral sex.
After discovering bathhouses, I have realized that they are a place where getting head is as simple as entering. Also explaining why male only saunas have been an institution throughout history, with the men that visit them having no interest in losing a place to have sex without complications. Whether discrete or open in this regard, the baths allow men to have sex with other men anonymously, without concern about women finding out. Any man, married or not, young or old, can privately visit a bathhouse to openly indulge themselves sexually among other men there for the same reason.
Glory holes are not as reliable as the baths, nor are porn theaters. Over many visits to 10 different bathhouses, even the least memorable visits have included getting head. Till now, not only has every visit involved oral sex, every single time a man has made me cum when going down on my cock, he has also eagerly swallowed. The baths are filled with cock suckers, for a reason that I could not help from embracing.
Basically, sucking cock is as addictive as getting sucked, with the baths providing the perfect place to develop a craving for cock, even more so than a glory hole. A craving so easily satisfied inside, including the wonderful delights of 69ing with a stranger using poppers. The variety of available cocks is always wide, as is the variety of available mouths.
As you steadily become a regular, many other pleasures regarding varieties of male oral sex are revealed in the best way. Such as getting head while openly watching hot gay group sex porn, stroking his hard shaft as his lips slide down your stiff rod. Or how standing above two kneeling men worshiping your cock is an incredible sexual sensation mixed with a feeling of total power. Made even better when another cock joins yours, four strangers getting off, fully sinking into the entrancing sexual freedom available within a bathhouse.
The same freedom that can cause you to lose track of how many men have sucked your cock in a seemingly endless haze of delightful lust. A number that can be complicated by recognizing the style of a man that had earlier gone down on you. Or by not recognizing how the style changes as mouths switch as your cock is in paradise. When writing about my bathhouse experiences, the numbers are always inexact at best when describing a half hour of such glorious head in the dark or steam room. Places where my willing cock is completely available to anyone that wants it.
Even if not aware how widely practiced anonymous cock sucking is in reality, no one enters a bathhouse initially without being aware of the possibilities.
Such as the first time I went into a male only steam room, where a younger construction worker type knelt down to suck me off. Completely unexpected in the almost cliched fashion a desirable man was giving me steamy skilled head in a gay fantasy way surrounded by other naked men. Yet also anticipated, being there to explicitly to cruise among sweaty naked horny men, after several previous orgasmic visits involving other areas intended for sex.
Any man who has had his cock sucked once instantly understands the appeal of getting head, and can also imagine how much better a series of multiple mouths would feel. A bi friend of mine maintains that it is skill at oral sex that makes a difference, not whether it is a man or woman between her legs. This is true, though she is about the only woman I have known who could compete equally at the level of the best men. I think in large part because of how much she loves a cock in her mouth, something we have in common.
A trait also undoubtedly shared with so many men at the baths. Not that every man sliding their mouth over a cock is skilled, but all of them want to go down on a man. A seductive reality fully revealed after ever more willingly returning to the local bathhouse, unable to resist the growing temptation of strangers going down on me until filling their mouth with a hot pumping flood of cum. At first, cock sucking involved condoms, receiving head but especially when going down on a stranger. My then wife was terrified of disease, which is reasonable enough, but she rarely provided the sort of glorious oral joy that was found so consistently at the baths.
Gradually, over a growing number of visits, sometimes even twice in a single week, the men I was having oral sex with convinced me to abandon such caution. With a growing amount of cooperation on my part, as each time a stranger's welcoming mouth would be in contact with my naked cock, it would feel so wonderful. A fact that increasingly outweighed any concern of my wife, whose ability at head grew worse in comparison. Further, the rarity of her going down on me made wanting to have my bare cock mouth fucked ever more tempting. For a while, even recognizing the silliness, a man would go on me a bit, then I would insist on a condom. Gaining the worst of both worlds, so to speak, especially while giving in more often to bare head, as it felt so much better.
However, there was a man who was adamant about not sucking a covered cock. A man regularly in the video booths at opening, who shared my taste for porn and poppers, and who had a magnificently large cock. Stroking together watching porn and sharing poppers was fantastic fun, but the very first time he started to go down on me, I said only with a condom, and he just left. The next time was almost the same, except for saying he only sucked bare cock, and mine looked so sexy and ready.
The third time, cock erect outside a video booth watching him and the porn right after finishing a beer and high, he slid on the platform to be next to the door, face at the height of my rod, achingly close. Hearing him say I could only enter if he sucked me without a condom, naturally. Knowing that I needed to do nothing at all to get glorious poppered head, I let temptation win. Standing in the hall as a true bathhouse slut, he made me enter paradise after waiting for me to open the magic bottle. Both knowing that I would go down on him too, my hands on his head as he deep throated me.