Arriving a bit later than normal on a very pleasant December Saturday, there was still a line of at 10 men in front of me. So soon after opening time, crowding inside would not be an issue. The thought of the increased number of potential partners certainly made my cock stir a bit more than normal, the bowl I had just smoked enhancing my anticipation of having sex with other men. The reality of being able to go to a place to have sex with strangers is that my cock always stirs when thinking about it, after years of getting off.
There were only a couple of men were behind me, so after undressing, getting a beer at the counter was quick. As was finishing it, the just beginning buzz adding to the mix swirling through me. Upstairs was not empty, but nothing was openly happening during my first stroll. There were the sounds of hot sex from one closed booth, and a video booth was also closed. Reaching the porn room, nothing appealing was occurring.
Walking past the video booths again, the closed one was now open, causing me to pause, first to glance at the porn, then with growing interest in the slowly revealed blow job, my hand starting to rub my exposed cock, watching the laying man's foot moving under the cock sucker's towel. However, the action was short, as the still towelled man stood up, stepping back shakily, like a man who knew he could not stop himself from having done what he clearly wanted - yet still surprised at how wonderfully powerful the pull had been.
My naked held cock was growing before stepping just into the booth, making the touch of his fingers exquisitely tempting. Soon, fully inside, knowing where my mouth would be after putting down my things. It had been easy to decide to give head to an already sucked man, looking at his hard glistening cock as his hand stroked along my shaft. The directness of the baths is always alluring, a place where looking at sexy cock is always acceptable.
The porn was uninteresting, my attention on his stroking becoming fixed as I bent down, mouth surrounding his tempting cock head, feeling how his concentration flowed towards his swallowed cock. As time went on, he stopped doing anything, which was a bit disappointing considering that two working together reach levels that individuals cannot enjoy. On the other hand, I was more than happy to be sucking cock so quickly after arriving.
The porn never became worth watching during the pauses I took. He had become completely passive by that point, no sound or touch giving guidance or contact. I sat up, deciding it was time to move on. He stopped, pushed me back onto the platform, lifting my legs high. This ended with him grabbing me by the ankles, sliding me over the platform to the edge. Clearly, he was intending to fuck me, without speaking and without a condom, though several of mine were on the platform.
This was simply not acceptable, especially considering the proven lack of interest in any mutual fun. He left quite quickly after it became clear I had no interest in being fucked like that. Though who knows what would have happened with even a bit more awareness of how good sex is when sharing, not taking, and that using a condom only makes good sense. After all, it isn't as if the time laying on my stomach to be fucked by a stranger wasn't extraordinary after the invitation was accepted by a talented partner, so it would have been quite easy to tempt me.
You meet all types, of course, and at least today's first encounter was different in a new way. I could even understand the appeal, though not personally in those specific circumstances. I equally understand what so many women complain about when it comes to partners who are simply too selfish to realize what great sex involves.
The steam room was nicely full, a certain shared mood clearly affecting everyone there. Contact with passing strangers was guaranteed when moving out of the lit area into the darkened rear. Beginning to touch my growing cock, seeing scenes of male sex all around. I slowly progressed further, hand playing with a couple of cocks along the way towards the back and its inviting promise.
A scene finally became clear near the rear corner, resolving into a squatting man rimming a figure standing with his back towards me, getting his cock sucked by a man sitting on the bench. It was a thrill to finally figure out what was going on, seeing one of the fantasies that had so intensely drawn me to the idea of a bathhouse. After years of experience in such a setting, I knew how completely turned on all three were, giving in to the sexual freedom that exists here, so easily indulged among naked strangers.
I reached out to stroke the standing man's sides, hands easily sliding over his nipples, feeling his hand grasp my hard rod. The rimmer was taking up a decent amount of space, preventing closer contact with the man in the middle, who was clearly lost in the paradise that both men, now with an unseen third, were creating.
Knowing that the standing man needed nothing from me, I squatted behind the ass licking stranger, starting to play with his jutting cock and erect nipples, kissing his neck and ears. Much like upstairs beforehand, simply providing whatever satisfaction a stranger might be interested in, based on years of practice having sex with other men. Making it a true foursome, the rimmer being played with too, was easy. Especially after a finger began to slide below his balls, feeling his hole respond to its exploring touch, starting to pump his cock. His moans were entrancing music as my stiff length moved against his sweaty lower back, lips playing with his ear.
The sitting and standing man left in turn. The room was still fairly full, but a bit of space was free around us as we began playing exclusively, standing up. Soon jacking off cock to cock, alternating between kissing necks and nipples, discovering just how skilled the other was. As we grew ever more intimate, his lips sought mine, and I was unable to resist shared desire.
Kissing can be utterly magical, both of us falling easily under its spell, tongues playing together, mouths pressing, lost in delight. This was the sort of irresistible hot dirtiness men shared here, licking and kissing, my finger going deeper into his soft tunnel, entering him in two places, cocks grinding so good, submerging in pure bliss.
His mouth shifted to my cock, making me moan how good it was to be sucked by a man. Looking around and seeing other men getting off added to the undeniable thrill of bathhouse sex. When he stood back up, our kissing grew even more entrancing, hand going to my wet cock, aware that my ass fucking finger was sliding along my horny slick shaft, a hot dirty thought. Also aware that my mind was growing ever more distracted, that trying to keep track of such facts was becoming ever more difficult - and irrelevant. You simply get dirtier and dirtier as the pleasure takes over, surrendering to desire.
This had been true at the first touch of our lips and tongues, turned on by the thought of where that mouth had just been, seeing one of the tempting fantasies of my youth happening in front of me, from some of the first gay porn I had ever seen. That first gay hardcore magazine was the first explicit step in cumming while looking at male sex, several years after finding out about bathhouses.
