This visit had me oddly amused after a couple of mainly fruitless hours, when yet another man simply remained utterly passive after making him hard. No sounds, no motions, no interaction at all - this had been the pattern over and over again today. I was horny, but this was not the style that interested me in the least. Having anonymous sex with men is thrilling - when they too are also equally thrilled to play.
The beginning of the visit was uneven, with a nice bit of poppers fueled cock sucking in an empty steam room. However, that first man demanded more after a pause in sucking him, words without any action to make them tempting. Basically, repeatedly demanding something from me is a thorough turn off, and if the person making the demands cannot understand that, well, leaving means not having to care about their inabilities.
After years of bathhouse fun, there seem to be establishments that are more and are less 'gay' compared to each other at various times. Men who have sex with men is a broad category, one reflected in the visitors that normally visit a bathhouse. But today, things were developing in a similar fashion to visits to several large cities, where the number of purely gay men was much higher. This was not the first time for such thoughts after becoming aware of this difference, with the lack of actual contact being obvious enough as a marker.
Other markers include checking to see whether a man is erect, and if not, just leaving. Leading to missing out on much of the true pleasure of having sex, in my opinion.
The sauna today was also a bit emptier than normal, though with more booths than typical being used. As an opinion, more gay feeling groups seem less interested in actually having sex, though obviously it happens. A single glance around before leaving a space again, or waiting 45 minutes without a partner in a booth, everything somehow furtive, uninterested in the other person in any understandable fashion.
Over the years of visiting, learning to set myself limits has proven to be useful. It is fine when they are broken because of losing track of everything while having sex. However, the chance of that happening under certain conditions is very low, and there is no reason to spend too much time waiting for opportunity to finally arise.
By 4:45pm, the decision to leave in a half hour was easy to make. And confirmed as correct after several more totally passive encounters, encountering men who seemed to have absolutely no interest in being involved in any way, shape, or form except for being serviced, and only by someone with a hard dick.
By 5:15pm, I made a last round, ending in the steam bath. And quickly discovering the sort of partners that had been missing till now. Starting to drift in steamy heat, from one partner and sensation to the other in a lovely fog, bringing in new men, a spark passing through the wetness dimness. We were all interested in getting off, licking and stroking and rubbing, seduced by the chance to have shared male sex, a mutually irresistible temptation when opportunity arises.
Over time and shifting partners, I moved from the curved front entrance to the back wall in the dim steaminess, lost in a glorious sexual haze. Not even knowing how that movement occurred, though maybe a half dozen men were involved, all with cocks as hard as mine. Plus the four men to the left, mutually jacking off as the man who faced me reached out while I leaned against the warm damp tile wall, stroking myself. Leading my left hand to easily find other erect cocks to play with, my nipple being gloriously sucked, other hands fondling between opening legs. We had become a definite foursome, with other men around too.
Essentially, as so easily happens here, an all male orgy had formed, one where all those involved possessed well practiced talents. Nipple play, ass fingering, neck and ear licking - all are delightful when having your hard cock fondled by another stranger, enjoying the sheer variety of different strokes and caresses. Providing the same to other men, enjoying public group sex.
The man in front started to concentrate his full attention on me, as two other men lined up behind him. It appeared as if a sandwich was being made openly, something always fantasized about, being the man in the middle, fucked by another man. I love jacking off when having my nipples played with, totally turned on, then feeling a stranger's mouth cover my cock head in hot wetness, the public scene adding an extra delight.
Soon, I was stroking openly into his opened mouth, unable to resist the pleasure. He knelt in front of me, and it soon became apparent that he was getting ready to fuck. The condom slid over my slippery rigidness, with his mouth sliding down its length, my shaft rigid. He stood and turned, and it was not only my hand involved in finding his waiting hole. This was how to use condoms, a perfectly offered opportunity to fuck being impossible to resist. For him too, of course, cock jutting, having reached around to find another man's hand already playing with it as we began to mutually enter paradise, my lubed cockhead sliding past his tight ring.
