Since acquiring my first knowledge of the baths, both the awareness of their existence as places for male sex and decades later as an experience, the delights of rimming played a major role in my attraction. Which when I first read about it, seemed to be one of the major reasons men kept going to the baths
I went decades between my first rim job and my second, yet the desire remained constant, particularly after discovering the delights of anonymous contact with strangers at glory holes and porn theaters. That rimming is associated with male sex goes back to finding out where my first girlfriend learned how to give a rim job, The Gay Joy Of Sex.
But rimming is considerably less common than several other forms of male contact, it turns out, with intervals stretching for months between opportunities. Rimming is spectacularly enslaving from the first touch of a tongue on a soft hole, and its rarity enhances how exquisite it feels when it happens. Ass licking is a truly animal pleasure, and it makes no difference how hard you are to become captivated by the sensations of a smooth tongue sliding over a delightfully soft ring.
Finishing my beer, after spending 5 minutes wandering around an empty and slightly cool upstairs, I went to the bottom level. The whirlpool was still, with one man in it. I entered, enjoying how warm the water was after both upstairs and the ride here. No contact occurred, even when a third man sat to my left. The jets started shortly afterwards, making me leave. Enjoyable though the whirlpool can be to have your entire body in water while having sex, the splashing is just a touch too irritating most of the time.
Going to the cubbyhole wall along the steam room, there was an unusual sight - two towel clad men passionately kissing near the entrance, not quite blocking it. I was not the only naked man looking at the pair, but after putting away my towel and glasses, turning to go through the glass door, they were gone. Walking into the damp dim heat, paying more attention than normal to the several men sitting in the front, none of whom were actually touching, wondering if the pair would be feeling each other up.
Entering, the temperature was not yet hot, though certainly warm. Walking into the back, the presence of at least a couple of men became apparent. There seemed to be a pair in the middle of the wall along the back, and the seductive sounds of sucking, but only a standing man could be seen. Who I approached, first lightly stroking along his back, then using my hand to slide over a nipple, feeling it grow harder under my fingers. He began his own exploring, making us move easily closer, his hand stroking my cock while I began sliding my tongue over his neck.
He quietly moaned as my lips began to kiss his ear, both of us pleased to find an experienced man to play with. Having spent years at the baths has taught me a lot about what men cannot resist enjoying, and how delightfully their mutual desires can merge in a place devoted to sex. My right hand slid down over his ass cheeks, fingers exploring his crack while lightly biting his neck, his stroking growing wonderfully distracted as I began to touch and tease his soft hole.
The suspicion that he was being sucked would not go away, but as we began playing, it was not something that could actually be determined. Truly no one was sitting on the bench, and the couple of times my left hand reached down to fondle his sexy cock, there was no mouth, though it was quite slick. Only slowly did I realize that there was a man laying on the bench, long after getting totally turned on with the standing man having made my cock grow stiff and horny.
One of the best things about the steam room is how easily twosomes become threesomes, as happened with us. My hand was circled around the base of a now obviously sucked cock when I felt a new hand start to stroke along my shaft. I was licking a nipple when my first partner bent down, my cock guided into a stranger's mouth by another man's hand. Of course this is what we all wanted, as anyone with bathhouse experience knows. Threesomes provide opportunities and sensations that simply cannot be performed by a pair. Though there is no question that many men come to the baths to have whatever sex is available, a certain number of visitors comes to indulge in group sex whenever the opportunity arises.
Reaching down for the laying man's cock, delighted to find it already nicely stiff, stroking its silky length, feeling a soft mouth slide over my shaft, jacking both men in rhythm. I was able to turn, keeping my cock in a stranger's mouth as I bent, face nearing his cock, mouth open. The sensations were too intense to use poppers, and it was amazing how hot it felt to go down on him, mouth surrounding his naked rod. This was not quite a daisy chain, but from my perspective, it was identical, cocks and mouths in perfect balance.
The standing men shifted position as I moved further down on the bench, my cock leaving his mouth. It took little time or effort to take his already sucked cock into my mouth when he stepped closer, my cock sliding into the laying man's waiting mouth, yet again enjoying a perfect reversed daisy chain. Three cock lovers can have this sort of fun, which is even hotter than watching a daisy chain in a video booth decades ago, cumming so hard knowing it was gay group porn showing something irresistible, a circle of cock suckers.
Putting a knee and foot on the bench, shifting position, cock pointed down into his throat, jacking him just to the point of orgasm, my mouth stuffed with sexy cock, lost in heaven. Unfortunately, the steam room is hot, limiting how long one can spend inside, so it was no surprise when the standing man pulled away from my still greedy lips. Which wrapped themselves around the other available cock, tongue sliding along the shaft. As I continued to go down on him, I let a finger explore between his ass cheeks, leading him to the do the same to me, starting to have really dirty fun.
When we paused, head lifting from his cock, his touching finger guided me to his mouth, becoming completely helpless as soon as his tongue touched my hole, becoming his slave as long as he wanted to lick my ass. Returning his cock to my mouth, moaning, a finger touching his soft anus, doing my best to serve a master's desire to tongue me. But ass sluts can still have their own desires, and his reaction to being fingered showed that he wouldn't resist a tongue between his legs. Taking his slippery shaft in my hand, my tongue slid over his balls, then down to his soft rosebud, starting to mutually rim, enjoying the fantastically decadent sensations.
After needing to shift a bit to keep from getting stiff, even in this humid heat, we returned to 69ing, though soon, his tongue was again on my hole, capturing me again, as I straightened, one hand on his slippery length, the other on mine, totally lost in bliss, knowing that he was licking my hole. This was precisely the sort of sex associated with the baths, one that had entranced me long before my glorious first visit here. The fact that it was a man doing this to me was a turn on, to be honest. Here, one can freely indulge in male sex, as imagined decades ago, when first reading about bathhouses. Reading that would make my cock swell at the thought of going to one.
I moved again, then sank down between his legs, tongue sliding along his silky shaft, running lower over his sack, knowing that I would rimming him again. Head on the smooth bench, my ass being tongued as I licked him from below, so to speak. This stretched over a delightful interval, time becoming meaningless floating in a sea of sensation, especially when he deep throated my pumping length as my tongue pressed against his yielding ring. Ass play is one of the things men do wonderfully, and the baths allow you to be reminded of that fact often enough.
Finally, we left - the heat having simply grown too much over the time we played.
Rinsing my sweaty skin in the public L shaped shower area was refreshing after so long in the heated dampness. The temperature had not become excessive, but the time spent inside was over a half hour, according to the clock over the glass entrance door. After letting the cool water play over my whole body, I started soaping my cock lusciously, revealing its length. After years of compliments, there is no hesitation anymore about spending a few minutes playing with myself in public like this. Especially since the soap is about perfect as lube, long enough to cast its spell and smooth when dry.
Stroking while being so public is now something that happens once or twice a visit, not caring whether anyone is around. This is now a regular part of the routine in either of the two more discrete shower areas. There is also a basically no longer used public shower at the back of the middle level, facing the bar. That shower simply feels too public however, and since it is always empty, there is no real chance of watching someone else stroke at the same time. The baths are places where watching a sexy cock and jacking off is normal - and very hot - but it does not include everywhere inside.
