Bathhouse Heaven

For the first time in a decade, I did not smoke a bowl before riding to the bathhouse. This time, after a change in the laws and having asked during the previous visit, the plan became smoke a bowl just before entering the steam room. Weed, beer, and poppers are a potent bathhouse mix, a thoroughly addictive one, especially after discovering how hot poppers made cock sucking. Since my teenage years, experience has demonstrated that poppers require weed for their best effect.

Not that poppers and weed are required for an amazing bathhouse experience, as my very first visit proved. It took months after that experience to start using poppers at the local baths while becoming a devoted regular visitor, then several more months before using them when having sex in a booth. Followed by further months before using them in public areas like the porn room or stream bath when having group sex, all of us getting wonderfully poppered. Poppers are even more amazing when being shared by several men, especially with different formulations.

However, in another country where weed and poppers are legally available, before becoming a public poppers user at the local bathhouse, my first introduction to true 70s style of bathhouse sex occurred. I had already been there a couple of hours after smoking some hashish in my hotel room, enjoying myself in normal fashion. Asking about leaving, as some bathhouses do not allow free re-entry, I went to a coffee shop on the corner. Returning after smoking a fat joint mixing hashish and weed, I undressed, and got a beer. By this point, it helped having already explored the layout, being really stoned. The glasses of beer drank before going to the coffee shop played their own role on my state.

Entering the not so dark room, watching 5 men have group sex openly, a man took my erect cock into paradise, in part because ironically the condom was too small (back when still using condoms whenever having any sex with strangers). For the first time fully indulging in the sort of 70s fantasy that had so tempted me as a teenager, before anyone cared about condoms. Comparing the best is not really possible, but he was fantastically skilled. Only slowly realizing that a second man had become involved, letting them continue to go down on me as I entered heaven.

The next time getting stoned openly involved a spring visit to a new bathhouse with a mixed Monday, when anyone could enter. Another amazing experience involving group sex with an extremely sexy woman, leading to high hopes for today's visit. I smoked a bowl outside in the fence enclosed garden while enjoying my customary beer, unconcerned about the other person there.

For a Thursday, the number of visitors was quite high, yet the most likely explanation proved a bit disappointing. One reason the local bathhouse is so enjoyable in part is because it is not particularly gay (for lack of a better category), with most visitors being in the broader category of men that have sex with men. Merely an opinion formed over the years without any strict verification, beyond my own encounters in different cities and bathhouses.

Gay men as a group seem much more abrupt in a number of ways, as if many have no idea how good a half hour of sex with a single partner, or multiple partners for that matter, can be. Stereotypically, almost as if sex is much more about themselves than it is something to share. Married, or formerly married, men are a different matter, though obviously some of them are gay, and not really bisexual. I used to wear my wedding ring, there being no need to hide the fact concerning enjoying sex with a woman. Many of the best experiences I have had at the baths involved other married men.

Just a roundabout way to explain how the first hour went, with many brief encounters that were not particularly satisfying, presumably for pretty much everyone involved. A couple of men went down on me, some welcome nipple play, and giving head while using poppers remained as fantastic as always.

Maybe 2/3 of the time, it was my pleasure that simply ended, but the other 1/3 was not as obvious. Especially since often, my partner likely received much more enjoyment than I. Something normal at the baths in terms of how things play out, not a reason to consider something out of balance in the larger picture.

On the other hand, apart from the constant ending of encounters, other oddities occurred. Such as the man wearing his towel in the steam room sitting on the rear bench. Or how after giving that first blow job, the man in the towel stood to kiss a man getting fucked, providing me a chance to go down on two cocks after doing a hit of rush. Except that his towel was still in the way, and I could not find the cock of the man being fucked at all. To top it off, as I was getting ready to go down on a single cock, he just left.

Then there was the man sitting in the front of the steam room who did not want to play because he thought the area was too exposed - but who also had no interest in moving after getting him hard briefly.

Though not an oddity exactly, getting head from a man with whiskers or beard is always uncomfortable around my cock slit. No idea why specifically, but it leads to a preference for men without facial hair. Meaning that today, the most talented cock sucker till now was also the one I had to stop.

My third time in the steam room at least had some interesting group action, even if poppers were not involved in the end. A pair was leaning against the wall, kissing and cock rubbing, with a man to the side. Approaching, I started to play with a nipple of the man leaning against the smooth wall, followed by him reaching out to fondle my cock.

They both went down on me, with me doing the same, together in the case of sharing the cock of the man against the wall. However, in a fashion I am quite familiar with, they were mainly focused on each other, though not minding others contributing to their pleasure. They left, and after wandering the back a bit, I left too.

I showered, then noticed they were still playing at the end of the shower area, both of them rigid while kissing, able to see them much better in the available light. This is not a common place for hot sex, though I have experienced the same myself. I did not attempt to join in, considering the earlier impression of their focus, but played with my cock while watching them have sex. This is a part of the baths that is fundamental to its attraction - if something can be seen, you are welcome to observe and jack off. Or depending on circumstances and luck, to join in.

In this case, having already played with them inside the steam bath, leaving them alone was the better choice, as they kept kissing, grinding cock to cock.

Continuing the theme of crowded without action, the whirlpool remained a place with many men sitting doing nothing. The Last time checking in, I merely looked as there were no places free. No touching and no hard cocks in the clear water, providing another confirmation of the mood that had seemed to take hold.

After two hours, with maybe an hour total spent relaxing in the dark room basically alone, I decided to make a last circuit. Which turned out to be the correct decision.

Entering the dark room, I encountered a shorter, rotund man at the short wall that separates the glory hole area and the rear area. Though my eyes were somewhat accustomed to the dark, my hand still ran into him by mistake, so to speak. I pulled back a bit, not having expected to find someone. He however reached out, starting to stroke my body. I began doing the same, aware that he had made no attempt to become more direct.

An enticing discovery, always welcoming the opportunity to take time when getting turned on. On the one hand, there is a certain joy to direct and fast, especially in a group setting, that being a major attraction of having sex with men at the baths. On the other hand, finding a skilled partner that understands the joy of going slow to create a growing wave of pleasure is a rare treat.

Continuing to touch and explore in the empty dim space, it seemed as if he wore a ring. A married man understanding such subtle pleasures is something that appears true often enough, though definitely not exclusively so. Married men go to the baths for many reasons, including irresistible curiosity about what it is like to be in a place where men have sex freely with each other. After that initial introduction, having discovered there are delights no wife can offer, it is seductively easy to become a regular visitor.