I arrived around opening, with maybe a half dozen men in front of me. A somewhat typical number I had thought, even if today was actually a holiday. After paying and entering the locker area (which has been expanded recently), the number of men was incredible - making me completely re-evaluate my earlier assumptions about the number of visitors.
As so often happens, even though the number of men was large, upstairs was virtually empty - no one in any booths or the sling, and just one person in the porn room.
The porn playing showed a threesome, while a couple of men came and left the theater area. When another man entered, going up next to me, my hopes were quickly raised. And almost as quickly confirmed, as he went pretty directly went for my cock as I stroked his thighs. He soon used spit on my cock head, a fantastic feeling. He did it again, making me almost come before going down on me. Soon, as I fed him my hard cock, he asked about using a booth. I said nothing, enjoying the porn while having sex like this. He left soon shortly afterwards.
As nothing else occurred in the still empty space, I also left, walking around a bit. The sling room and basically all booths were still empty, apart from one man laying on his stomach. Not quite tempting enough to keep me from visiting the darkroom. Which led to an encounter with a fairly unskilled stranger, which does happen. In my case, his lack of skill outweighed my enjoyment. Especially after he did not seem to understand I wanted to leave, requiring me to be a bit more forceful than customary.
Downstairs, I went to the locker area to put away my bag with lube, camera, and extra condoms. Putting the locker key on my ankle, I headed directly to steam room with two condoms and the little brown bottle.
Entering the steam room after putting away my towel and glasses, the dim space quite crowded, thought not yet very warm, much less hot. Reaching the rear corner, it was y empty though the steam room was pretty much filled with naked men. A hand easily found my exposed cock, then a mouth, after I had reached the back bench. Quite pleased at finding a cock sucker so easily, having passed at least a dozen unattached men likely wanting what was now occurring along my horny shaft. Such directness is one of the baths' greatest satisfactions, something no woman seems to understand, an incredibly attractive sexual freedom in a place where it can be fully indulged.
He began to take my delightfully swelling cock deeper, an exquisite sensation which is so thoroughly addictive, letting its length go deeper into a man's welcoming soft mouth, both of us knowing how good it feels to have sex like this. There are not really any illusions at a bathhouse, at least fundamentally - we all share the same desires, in a place where opportunities abound to indulge ourselves.
Though often only being perfectly fulfilled with a bit of luck, as was happening now. Soon, I had put a foot up on the smooth bench, placing my available naked crotch in front of his face, loving getting sucked like this, hands running over his head and its short hair. Soon enough, just fully giving in, starting to mouth fuck him almost to orgasm.
This is the sort of natural rush that is so naturally addictive, getting head from a talented stranger. Controlling myself enough to reach down to find his cock, which was massive and nicely stiff. Making him harder still by stroking as he began stroking my spit covered shaft, both of us submerging in mutual jacking off.
At some point, I had slumped enough while getting blown to start to kiss his ears, that had already been fondled to his apparent delight. Things kept getting sluttier, sinking into an irresistible haze of oral pleasures. However, I subtly rebuffed a couple of invitations to kiss, preferring to keep tonguing his ears and neck.
The area immediately around us remained empty, though the space was filled with men. The cock sucking remained fantastic, as he knew from how I played with his cock and nibbled at his ears. A couple of men had passed behind me, none with any awareness about what was happening, requiring a bit of force in pushing away someone who was far too insistent, repeated hints failed to make the point.
Nonetheless, as one could expect, another man was able to join our shared fun. He started with me, playing with my nipples as the sitting man sucked me. My hand found the new man's cock at about the same time as my cock sucker's hand, allowing us both to turn this stranger on, drawing him closer. Leading to our cocks being sucked together, a decadent sensation I cannot resist, especially when my nipples are being played with.
Group sex is a prime reason why so many men become regular bathhouse visitors. Something first experienced years ago on my first visit here, going down on a man while being rimmed, a glorious welcome to the world of male only saunas. Discovering the sort of abandoned satisfaction that groups can share, losing track of everything except the unending pleasure.
Riding so close to orgasm in the dim heat, I pulled back for a break, hand sliding over my wet cock as I watched my cock sucker take a stranger's hot shaft deep. The new man was clearly enjoying the same skill I had, his expression utterly turned on. My fingers played with his hard nipple, feeling him shift position, stepping back a bit.
The reason became apparent, as he started to be fucked by someone from the crowd around us. My attention fully returned to the man sitting on the bench, stepping near his face again, willing cock sliding past his soft smooth lips, really turned on knowing just how slutty the mouth I was filling had been. His big cock was rigid as I shifted enough to reach his mouth, pressing my lips against his as our tongues met.
Kissing a horny man is yet another reason the baths are so popular. Especially after knowing just where that mouth had been, having seen and felt its magic. Finding a skilled kisser is always a delight, and it was clear we were both skilled as our tongues played, mouths opening wide. Kissing like this can seem timeless, until noticing that his mouth had returned to my cock. We continued to alternate between different types of head, him going down on me and me kissing him, mouth and ears and neck while jacking him off.
No longer able to stop myself from kneeling on the floor, needing to suck his big hot cock after doing my first hit of the day, aware that this would be the third time in a row taking such a large cock into my mouth. And horny at the thought of taking it deep. Even before opening the bottle, my lips kissed his sexy shaft, tongue licking along its silky length, getting lost in the sensations while knowing that the real fun was still a breath away.
Closing the bottle tightly, my mouth eagerly slid over his cock head, tasting a salty liquid when taking him y deep, lost in the rush of being on my knees in front of a big hot cock, sucking a willing stranger.
Unfortunately, just after breathing out, a man stepped on my foot. Not only was this distracting, it happened several times, requiring a fair bit of effort to get him to stop stepping on me. Using my strength like that was enjoyable in its own way, but needing to push a clueless man off was an unnecessary distraction.
It was unlucky more than anything else, just another reason why crowded days at the baths tend to be more uneven in terms of fun. The crowd in the back had steadily grown, even if the amount of sex going on had not. This is one of the slight paradoxes that cannot be easily explained, but can certainly be observed - after a certain point, more potential partners means less actual sex at a male only sauna.
