It had been a somewhat slow paced visit, though after the 15 minute orgy in the steamroom, things had definitely improved. The steamroom is one of the better places to have sex with strangers at the baths, in large part because it happens so reliably in the dim dampness, undoubtedly since sweaty naked bodies are easily tempted. This time involved multiple men almost from the start, including a good number of hits from the brown bottle as two men shared my cock while I played with their cocks and nipples, bending my head to lick necks and ears.
Sweaty sex is always fun, bodies sliding so easily against each other, but staying in the steambath does have a time limit. A variable one depending on circumstances such as how hot it is, in either sense. I have visited bathhouses where the room temperature is simply too high to enjoy for more than a few minutes, but this bathhouse has a generally more moderate temperature range. One that allows more time to enjoy whatever arises when a group of naked horny men start playing in the enveloping humidity and low light.
A male only sauna involves lots of the sort of contact that visitors to a public mixed sauna generally avoid. In part, because hard cocks are such a clear indicator of horniness - women in public are much luckier in this regard. In larger part because a male only sauna is the sort of place that men interested in having sex visit, often finding themselves becoming devoted visitors, unable to imagine anything but a sexual free for all.
To the extent that years ago, still a more or less baths beginner, I had a conversation with a gay man at the bar of a bathhouse when in another city. One where I explained the etiquette involving mixed public saunas, even among married couples such as I was then. This seemed to leave him somewhat confused, not only due to the couple of beers we'd drank together. A male only sauna certainly offers many of the amenities found in a mixed sauna, but it is also a place to have sex.
In reality, mixed saunas are a place where sex is suppressed, reasonably enough. Much of that suppressing is due to the wishes and presence of women, understandably. But to the gay man I was talking to, who had never visited a straight sauna, the idea of not being able to enjoy sex as part of visiting a sauna was simply difficult to comprehend. After years of experience of visiting the baths, I do understand his perspective, but gay and bi are not the same thing.
Leaving the steam room, I showered off, playing with my soapy cock for a bit, then took a quick dip in the whirlpool to cool off. In the summer, the whirlpool tends to be less of a hot tub, so to speak. During that time, a couple of men entered, one starting to stroke my cock after a bit of preliminary foot play and delightful thigh stroking as he slid closer on the smooth bench. I did the same to him, realizing that this was the first time in at least a couple of months to enjoy jacking off in the water. However, when the central jet started, the splashing was too much to put up with, causing me to dry off and head upstairs.
As often, and still somewhat mysteriously, happens, upstairs was essentially empty, apart from one closed video cabin door across from the porn room entranceway.
Looking in at the porn, I was amazed to see a female form, for only the second time here in a half decade. A couple was running stairs outdoors at a sea or river side park. Two men were watching above a path - though their attention was obviously just for the man. The woman was in thin and smooth clothes, with a tight sports bra that revealed sexy nipples, somewhat erect after their bouncing treatment each time she went up the steps. Jogging back down, her hips and bouncing ass captured my full attention.
I spread out the towel, stroking a rigid cock as the pair continued to exercise for a couple of minutes, intercut with the two men discussing how sexy the man looked. One reason I consider myself bi is that when given a chance to watch a man and a woman, my attention focuses on the woman. Unless the man is hard, in which case, my attention is easily captured by such an obvious signal of availability.
Unsurprisingly, the woman soon left the scene as the day's exercise wrapped up, with the two onlookers inviting the male runner to go with them. I gathered things up at this point, leaving to look in at the other porn booths, where nothing interesting was playing in their empty spaces. Returning to the porn room, the scene had shifted to showing the three in a fairly obvious red lit gay bar/baths/hook up space, at least from now years long personal experience of such.
The actors were drinking, enjoying flirting in a male only space, yet fully dressed and not touching, offering nothing interesting in what seemed to be some remarkably slow paced porn, even though the woman in it had certainly turned me on, being bi, not exclusively gay. Sex with men is certainly hot, but the female form continues to attract my attention in almost all settings outside of the baths. Or even inside, this being only the second time over a half decade of watching porn here that a woman was shown. And the first time wearing sexy clothing that revealed her nipples and sexy breasts, showing off her rounded ass while going up and down the steps, a view that had kept my cock half hard till now.
Taking time to explore the dark room did not change the fact that nothing was happening. Back in the porn room, after seeing that around a quarter of hour had passed, now pleased that the scene had at least advanced enough to see that the men had started kissing and caressing each other at the bar, though still more or less dressed. Rounding the dividing wall, I saw a man sat in the lowest bench at the far side, offering at least a possibility of fun. Unfortunately, only in a theoretical sense, as I soon left after realizing he was not even touching himself.
Circulating through the upper level again, noting that only a single cabin door was closed, though with the sounds of sex floating through the corridor. Tempting in its way, easily heard in the dark room, which was had apparently remained empty. After relaxing for a few minutes in the darkness, thinking that the porn room had been a real tease to this point, I recognized that not everyone was interested in such a realistic depiction of finding someone to have sex with. The baths make such a process seem boring, though for a bi man, the reality that the baths offer essentially nothing female can be a fly in the ointment, so to speak.
Returning to the porn theater, I went to the top row, noting that two other men were on the lower benches, both with open towels, playing with their cocks. As the scene had finally shifted to explicit gay sex, I settled in, towel spread, poppers and condom readily available. Getting hard was easy, seeing two cocks getting sucked together in a willing slut's mouths, stroking his own jutting length.
