It has been a year since the last male to male action, and discovering that my local bathhouse had reopened less than a week ago was a wonderful surprise. Unfortunately, the steam room was closed until further notice, though the whirlpool could be enjoyed without a mask. Considering how energetically it often splashed, that was useful to know ahead of time.
I planned to arrive early, in part due to not knowing how many men would be there, or how controlled admission would be. The major reason was simply to make sure of having the opportunity to get off with other men in the best place I know. As it turned out, smoking a bowl ended taking a bit more time than expected, resulting in ending up 5 minutes after opening, with only a pair in front of me.
It took little time to undress before going upstairs to the porn area. Which was empty, as was most of the upstairs. There were already several visitors, but as generally the case, it was a mystery where they were. One booth had a closed door, but that was the only action happening. Downstairs, there was one man with a mask in the whirlpool, and another man in the sauna, but again, this area was close to deserted also.
Returning to the porn area, a man was sitting in the middle of the top row. Sitting near him, watching him stroke as he looked at my crotch as I began to get hard. After a couple of minutes of him not reacting, I slid my foot over his, leading to a bit more contact as he touched my thigh. Another man entered, sitting on the middle row against the opposite wall, soon starting to play with himself too.
None of us were wearing masks, clearly enjoying jacking off watching each other. I have loved watching another man play with themselves since I was in high school, as a friend and I would jack off to Penthouse and Playboy. Once hard, we would look at each other instead of the pictures, entranced by the sight of another turned on cock, cumming together. Over the years, we continued to enjoy the pictures of sexy naked women, but these sessions were really about getting off with someone else, though we never touched.
Today, sinking into that familiar state was glorious, even if the man next to me was a typical example of an unresponsive partner. He asked about going to a cabin, a suggestion I turned down, in part because he was unlikely to be particularly pleasurable, and in part because I was finally getting off again in public, imagining the possibilities of a male threesome.
Even after beginning to play with each other's cocks, the other man continued to watch without any apparent interest in getting involved as my desire expanded, seeing his sexy horny rod being stroked openly. Finally, I did begin to kiss and lick the available cock next to me, but it had become fairly clear he was not interested in reciprocating.
This happens, just part of the male bathhouse experience. Some men simply expect to be serviced, while there are other men interested in only servicing another. Though giving or getting a blow job is always enjoyable, I am much more interested in finding a partner, not just a willing cock or mouth. I started going down on the other man in part to try tempting the third man, who I was looking at directly while beginning to suck a stranger's hard cock.
Luxurious time had been taken getting both of us turned on before my mouth slid over his cock head, making both of us moan. The blow job continued for a while, as his hand went to my head, adding a reasonable amount of force. A certain boundary exists when it comes to my giving head, as I have no interest in being forced, especially by a man uninterested in true mutual fun.
The first time I came up for air after a delicious interval with a mouth full of sexy cock, it only took him a moment to reach out and try to push my head back down. Something I resisted, looking greedily at the now rigid length of another turned on stranger. When the man next to me reached out to play with a nipple as I stroked, that was sufficient incentive to return to his glistening cock.
After a couple more pauses between my mouth taking his cock deep, the man in the top row left. The other man was still watching as I kept stroking, making my continued interest in giving as obvious as possible. He soon stood and came over. We began to touch and caress in that particularly satisfying style of foreplay that involves naked men with already hard cocks. A style that makes the baths so addictive to experienced visitors. Our hands ran over each other, cocks jutting.
Of course he had come over to get sucked, but he understood that a turned on cock sucker is the best kind of cock sucker. We played with each other's nipples while stroking, something missed for far too long. This creates an incredible haze of bliss, one that only grew even better when his hand slid under my balls. As my head sank, my lips soon reached his sexy waiting cock.
The intensity of sensations this time was much greater, even if it was the second cock of the day, not the first of the year. I thought about using poppers, but between the touching, sucking, and stroking, there was little chance to pause. Plus awareness of the reality of undoubtedly losing control, something worth avoiding at the very start of a visit in my opinion.
The baths create something of a paradox, where opportunity to orgasm is abundant, but indulging it too completely ends further opportunity. Most of my visits last for hours, often ending without having actually cum, even after having been sucked by a dozen men over hours. There are definitely men who like making others cum, but most seem understanding of the idea that cumming ends the fun, and will generally stop at the edge, without going over it.
One of the reasons to use poppers is to make deep throating easier, lost in the sensation of my mouth completely surrounding a hot cock that feels infinitely immense. Today, I was able to take his whole cock deep, almost cumming when reaching the base. His hand replaced mine as I played with both of his nipples, moaning around his sexy shaft, thrilled to become his suck slut.
We had both been shifting position over time. He had raised a leg to the bench as I reclined against the wall. It was not exactly a surprise when a flood of pure pleasure reached my mind, though it took a bit to realize that he was going down on me. And only a little bit more to remember just how much I had missed gloriously 69ing with a stranger.
Again the idea of poppers arose, and was again rejected. I had almost cum already several times, as had he. Two sluts playing together is always fantastic, a fact being demonstrated right now. When he pulled out again, his hand went to his slippery shaft, starting to moan about cumming on me. "Fuck yes" I replied, hand jacking my own spit covered shaft, right at the edge of orgasm as the first hot drops landed on my skin. I groaned something about being his cum slut, amazed at how sexy it felt to have him coat me in his cum.
He left fairly soon afterwards. I remained, cum on my body, wondering if anyone would come in and see me. However, no one did, and since the porn was uninteresting, the decision to leave and clean up was easy. Going downstairs, there were two men in the bubbling whirlpool, neither apparently playing, though that can be deceptive. Showering off, it seemed the soap scent was different, no longer reminding one of oranges. Other changes, such as different decorations, were a reminder that this sauna was an ongoing project, one based on something other than straightforward monetary considerations.
Going back up, I wandered in the booth section, where a couple of other men were walking, but no booths were occupied. Returning to the porn area, there was only one man on the bottom row, who left after a minute or so. Both porn cabins were occupied, but it remained as mysterious as ever where everyone was.
After spending some time surfing on the sauna's public PC, with a flaky mouse and different keyboard, I went back upstairs. This time, I went into the darkroom. Compared to the past, the upstairs area was much dimmer, and having forgotten how to be cautious in the dark, accidentally bumped into a man. He was uninterested, and exploring further, it became obvious that no one was here.
By now, after almost an hour, my thoughts turned to the reality that the steam bath being closed was a definite negative hit to cruising. Along with remembering that there was still plenty of time to spend, as nothing had been planned for today except for this visit. That first quick encounter was more unusual than spending the first part of visit without much happening, however a certain disappointment kept building anyways.
Disappointment that did not decrease after wandering around a couple of more times, never finding a time when the whirlpool was still. Things began to become more interesting when going back to the dark room, which was definitely not empty. The dimness remained something of a challenge, but this time, it was possible to make contact with two different men at the edge of the platform.
Figuring out their positions took a bit of effort, especially as the man standing to my left grew increasingly pushy as I kept trying to explore the laying man's body. Exploration that soon changed to caressing as my confidence grew that he was laying on his back, with no one between him and the wall. His hand was also exploring, its touch delightful as our connection grew.