I had only been to the baths a couple of times since last spring, in part because the weather had been so warm until yesterday, with an abrupt change in temperature reflecting the actual date of mid-October, not mid-August. The ride had been cool, and the beer I finished quickly was a perfect match in crispness.
Following getting condoms at the bar, I went downstairs to take a shower. The water was comfortably warm on my skin, having decided to check the whirlpool. Which had one person sitting to the left, something that took a bit to realize, as the lighting was off. The jets had stopped, so I moved my towel, poppers and condoms to step in, appreciating the even warmer water. However, I ended up only sitting maybe a minute before the jets restarted, prompting me to leave.
While showering, the steam room had also appeared darker than normal, something turning out to be the case upon entering. Meaning the sort of hot male sex that regularly occurs in the barely lit rear section was happening today in the front, the number of men here matching the half dozen towels in the cubbyhole wall. Taking maybe three steps, not quite approaching the first intimately kissing couple, a hand reached out to find my cock. Reaching out in turn, letting my hand trail over his back, turning to observe more closely what they were doing, gauging how best to join in.
The mix of experience and doing something for the first time remained utterly enticing. Quickly and easily joining a kissing naked couple was not new, neither were the sensations coming from my growing length, nor their obvious pleasure arising from my hand holding their rubbing stiff cocks as they humped. Seeing other men having sex was an equally familiar turn on, even if here specifically was not so usual. Normally, the light level is not as inviting as in the back, but today the level was dim enough to somewhat illuminate the space yet allow everyone to be somewhat discrete, for lack of any better term describing naked strangers inside a welcoming bathhouse steam room having sex with each other.
Today had been quite promising from the start, not just because the recently smoked weed was having its customary effect while undressing. There were a number of men entering and leaving the locker room, with a shared mood of anticipation and desire. The bar area was empty when ordering a beer, another promising sign how we were all primarily interested in cruising. Now, seeing this many naked men within the inviting half dim warmth all having sex, with me being straightforwardly included, was the sort of glorious experience that makes the baths so undeniably attractive - and so easy to keep returning to.
Basically, the front of the steam room had become a male only orgy room, a fact apparent in how everyone took advantage of the opportunity to have public group sex. Our threesome deepened as we became more entwined, the man that invited me bending over to kiss my nipple, allowing me to kiss and lightly bite his neck. The man against the curved tile wall bent down to start sucking his partner's cock while I began to play with his quite long nipples.
The pleasure grew as a hand started stroking my cock, the standing man slowly turning to me, his cock sucker also standing. He brought his stiff and slippery length against mine, creating the sort of enveloping sexual haze that overwhelms thought in the best way. The way cock feels is as sexy as any pussy, a completely unimagined reality. One that ensures any first time visitor introduced to its effects will soon return if possible, wanting to indulge themselves among those who understand how the baths offer seductively available sex. It was apparent we were all experienced visitors today, everyone actively engaged in pleasuring and getting pleasured.
Much like the man standing next to me, repeatedly exchanged kissing and neck biting roles, my stroking replacing his after a while.
Only slowly noticing how the cock sucker had moved behind my partner after his kissing slackened, aware of how my ability to keep track of anything but the amazing sensations was disappearing. Sinking into the delightful temptations of an orgy in progress, the beer starting to add its effects. Leading me to squeeze and pump our shafts harder and faster, moaning "fuck yes, fuck yes" several times at the thought of how he was in paradise, whether being fucked or not by the man whose spit covered our stiff lengths.
There was a cock sucking pair near us, with a threesome next to the bench, one man saying "fuck my cunt hole, slide inside, fuck me, hot cock" as his large cock was sucked. Dirty words that really turned me on, fantasy and reality starting to merge.
Another man entered and approached slowly. He appeared to be in his mid 20s, and tentative, though looking around intently with an already half hard cock. This time, my hand was the one that invited his cock to join in, knowing that he would not resist a proper direct introduction. The cock sucking pair on the left broke up, and as the standing man left, the kneeling one turned to start playing with the new man, his fingers touching mine. Soon blowing him as I watched, my hand feeding hot cock into a stranger's mouth, feeling soft lips sliding down the soon slippery stiff rod of the man who could not resist my first touch as the orgy grew. I was no longer cock to cock with my first partner, yet we remained in the same places, barely moving as things continued around us.
My mind became deliciously entranced at the heavenly sensation of the kneeling man starting to go down on me. The thought of him having already sucked two other men added to the sheer delight of getting head among strangers - and potential partners. The pure sluttiness of male group sex is irresistible, the sights and sounds adding to the intense satisfaction of being part of a true orgy. My questing hand soon found another hard cock. Any ability to mentally follow what was happening became irrelevant as the cock sucking and stroking continued. Along with nipple play, and the first touching along my ass crack.
As someone went down on me, even dirtier thoughts arose, wondering if the first man had cum into the mouth my aroused length was filling. However, I did not feel the particular distinctive sensation from cum, a certain perfect smoothness unlike any other when kissing or getting head. A smoothness proving how thoroughly the other man had already been used, making him even more desirable. His skill had me on the edge in little time, so I pulled back and looked away, as it now appeared that a second man was behind the man whose cock I was still pumping. We had remained in contact from the start till now, even as we had swirling sex with various other men.
Maybe a new man, realizing the door had been opened at least twice since the man whose cock was now being sucked again had entered, or maybe the one that had been sucked beforehand. Thoughts mainly interesting due to being so shamelessly sexual, not because they were keeping track of events. Writing makes things appear much more organized than experienced at the time, mainly knowing then that the number of men I had sex with would only grow larger, a really dirty turn on. The baths are the place where such thoughts are not just a tempting fantasy.
As a teenager, my imagination would sometimes turn to gay group sex while masturbating, especially after reading about how men spent hours among themselves at places called bathhouses. Places where everyone freely had all kinds of naked sex with each other anonymously. Getting hard thinking about sharing a mouth with a stranger's cock, or taking two strangers into my own. Or how a man could be fucked and fuck at the same time, a thought that can make me cum, whether in the present or back in my mid-teens without any sexual experience. A fantasy that has not yet been fulfilled, though I have been on both sides of men getting sandwiched.
Unfortunately, though guiding another cock closer was working well enough, the cock sucker had turned, or possibly returned, to another man. So my original partner and I restarted having exquisite saliva coated cock to cock contact mixed with passionate kissing. My very first time kissing a man had not been at a bathhouse, but did involve being naked in a locked porn room, letting him bring me into a heaven different from that provided by a woman, cocks touching. The discovery of how well a man can kiss provided a major incentive to actually going to a male only sauna. Along with re-experiencing the way a cock sucker's mouth becomes so soft after going down, wanting to dominate him using my tongue in his mouth as I had with my cock.
The baths are where my first group sex experiences happened, today being another confirmation of how fantastically addictive that can become in a place where it occurs regularly. This time it was a stranger's spit on my hard length providing us a natural jack off lube. The first time, he was the one with a cock covered in a stranger's saliva. True orgies are like this I believe, sex flowing in a river of mutual lust. Certainly today felt that way, all of us swimming in a sea of continual sensation. For years now, after becoming a bathhouse regular, I have thought that group sex is mainly a male subject, a large reason the baths exist as a place to regularly indulge it fully, without women involved.
I have only discussed the baths in detail with one woman, a bisexual devoted to BDSM, something that does not entice me. She seemed interested in what happened inside a gay sauna, in the familiar way we shared sexual details, getting horny together, particularly after sharing a joint. Weed had the same effect on both of us, making sexual conversation easy. For example, talking about how freely cock sucking happened, behind closed doors but much more often openly, often watching gay porn with other men.
