Bathhouse Heaven

I cannot resist in indulging in late 70s bathhouse style sex - weed, beer, poppers, and lots of partners. The last trip only involved two out of four in the end. Weed has become legal, and after checking, was told it is perfectly fine to smoke weed in the smoking areas of my local baths. In contrast, I have never inquired about poppers, as they are not precisely legal, though not illegal to possess. Road traffic was not great today, meaning arriving right after the opening wave was ending.

The previous visit being the first smoking weed here, with results that were not really different from the normal routine. Today, I was not planning on staying as long, and though weed is legal, driving with traces of THC and alcohol together is very strictly forbidden. As compensation, this visit involved smoking considerably more, not needing to ride here.

Going downstairs, a couple of towels were in the cubbyholes lining the steam room wall. However, the whirlpool was the intended destination, and seeing two men sitting next to each other was encouraging. The central jet was powerful enough to lift my legs in the streaming currents. I could feel how the weed was beginning to affect me, starting to stroke my cock openly.

As it turned out, they had no interest in any games, so when the seat jets started, I left. Though the whirlpool used to be a reliable place to play, that has not been true for an extended period. A bit disappointing, because floating in water while having sex is thoroughly enjoyable, even more so after just getting high. A reality of a male only sauna with excellent facilities is that some men do indeed come for the sauna experience too.

On the other hand, a couple more towels were now in the cubbyholes, the steam room being a very reliable place to have sex with naked strangers. Entering, familiarity with the steam room was good, because after sitting outside in the sunlight to smoke, my eyes were barely adapted. A man was standing in front of the illuminated heating alcove, horniness tempting me to approach, but heat is really not something that appeals.

Walking further on, I saw him depart, making my choice appear correct. Soon though, the light level was too dim, meaning that only memory of two figures against the wall was available as a guide. The effects of the joint kept increasing, requiring considerable mental effort to properly orient to the curved wall to my right, attempting to get past the opening of the internal shower to reach the back wall.

The sounds of cock sucking pulled me ever deeper, amazed at how high I was getting, fully aware that sex was something to be found here. With a hand stretched out to sweep slowly in front of me feeling the narrowest area starting to widen, the first contact was still a surprise, eyes remaining unadapted to the dark.

I caressed his arm, then chest, unable to stop from gasping at the first touch of his fingers on my cock. He did take a bit more time touching my body as I touched his, but soon enough, neither of us could resist temptation. His cock stroking pulled me much closer, so I started to kiss his neck, then ran my tongue over his ear.

The sounds of a blow job were close by, so when my hand went down to his cock, it was unsurprising to find a head. I let my hand run over it as the standing man positioned me in a way to make my cock available. Sinking into pure naked bathhouse sex among strangers, the weed making the sensations incredible as a second man took my cock in his hand.

My hand left his head to slide down to the bottom of the sucked man's shaft, starting to feed him into a stranger's mouth. When that mouth shifted to my cock head, I almost came it felt so good. He took me slow and deep, and bending down to suck the other, already saliva slippery cock, he fondled the hair at the bottom of my sack, an exquisite sensation.

Stoned sex with other men was precisely what I had intended, so when the standing man began to play with a nipple, he knew how good it felt as I moaned around his length, taking him deeper. A hand began feeding my cock into a softly welcoming and already used mouth, so I reached for the cock sucker's shaft, making him moan like me, our mouths filled with sexy dick. The idea of multiple partners has turned me on since my teen years. Discovering the thrill knowing you are having sex with someone that has already had multiple partners, such as the wonderfully smooth sensations of a cum filled mouth.

My mind had entered that perfectly intoxicating bathhouse haze of uninhibited sexual pleasure, barely aware that the kneeling man had pulled back, feeling how the standing man took my wet cock into his mouth. The man I had been jacking off stood up, so I bent down as he began touching my nipples, lips sliding down his thick length. A very thick length, filling my mouth with hot cock.

Not cumming became a challenge, the weed making me so turned on, mind fading in and out with intense waves of pure bliss. For example, realizing we were basically blocking the passage, yet all of us completely unable to stop the group action. Lowering myself down the smooth tile, face turned to the cock of the man that had first made me hard. Jacking off with my right hand, poppers and condoms in the left, knowing that using rush now would make me cum. Plus, the amount of mental effort required to deal with the magical scent would be much too distracting from the animal pleasure we were sharing.

Finding two men with as much experience added its own level of delight, all three of us comfortably skilled in male group sex. Turning my head to take the other available cock, stretching my mouth more than customary, pumping the spit covered shaft of the other man with a circled finger and thumb. Going down on both in turn, neither unhappy with the alternating attention, guiding them together with my left hand. All of us lost in the slipperiness of sliding cock heads, tongue running along joined shafts. The scent filling my mind was the perfume of sex, making me ever sluttier, keeping my face close.

I began taking both together in my mouth, a bit of a challenge that became possible to master, plying with my cock again. Getting totally focused on taking two cocks at once almost made me cum yet again. Only slowly recognizing that as time went on, I had sprawled on the floor, legs wide, mouth filled with cock, a total steam room slut. Being mouth fucked by two men trying not to orgasm, barely able to restrain my pumping fist.

The writing sounds much more rational than what was occurring. A man appeared, something I grew aware of after an interval of being nothing but a jacking off cock sucker with a mouth filled by two turned on men. At some point he also left, but how long or what happened with him was unknown, being submerged in the pure joy of giving stoned head, knowing that both were getting off like me, in a place where men regularly went to have hot anonymous sex.

After a while, I needed to stand back up, each hand stroking an erect shaft covered in my spit. The man to my left started to kiss and suck my erect nipple, while the man in front of me began pumping my shaft in a tight grip. As before, mind fading in and out, barely aware that another man had managed to squeeze by as we remained lost in a mutual paradise. Or how the man sucking my nipple was having his ass fingered, hips starting to move in rhythm to my pumping as he was penetrated.

The other man kept stroking me, though I needed to stop his motion repeatedly. The weed's effects were mixing too deeply into what I was experiencing, every sensation right on the edge of orgasm, completely turned on having a male threesome. My bi friend is the only other person I knew who got off the same way when stoned, generally the reason why we would get high together, inside or outdoors at the nudist lake she introduced me to.

Having the advantage of being a woman capable of multiple orgasms, after sharing a joint she could cum several times in a row being finger fucked, feeling how the waves made her pussy squeeze against my buried fingers. Her body could be pushed into repeated orgasms when high. Taking advantage of that after the third or fourth time, her weak "no" or "stop" easily be ignored as she would begin moaning soon, begging for me to keep filling her pussy. Encouraged by her hand on my swelled cock, looking at her expression of primal lust as she came repeatedly, lost in pleasure she could not stop.

Not being a woman, not cumming is the only practical way to enjoy sex over an extended period. When stoned like now and masturbating, control involves not cumming using minimal contact. No contact did not quite provide the proper level of distraction, oddly enough. As the stop and start continued, he seemed to become aware of what was required, so I let him stop me from cumming as he kept me on the edge. Reaching a familiar state where the sensations were so entrancing that orgasm receded.

Meaning I did not care whose mouth began taking me into heaven, all three of us total bathhouse sluts. Sliding a finger into a man's tight tunnel as a finger did the same to me, a mouth on my other nipple, and the hair underneath my balls being caressed. Floating in a sea of gloriously dirty sensations, thrilled that the finger pleasuring me had already been inside another man's fuck hole, cocks touching, stroking each other in a threesome jerk off. Still against the wall, I began humping the finger inside my ass, letting my free hand slide down from the cock head to under the balls of the man not currently being fingered, finding a soft slippery hole to explore and enter.

We were still in the way, but it did not matter compared to the delight of ass fingering and the other pleasures we continued to indulge in. Orgasm still beckoned, but after that first incredible introduction to anal play far beyond fantasy, the desire was more controllable. A second finger started stretching my hole as I went down on the big cock again. Yet things started to dissolve as the man to my left retreated, then went out.

Two fingers were almost too much, so when they withdrew, it was with a mixture of regret and relief. He turned, then also left. The amount of time that had passed was impossible to judge, but the heat was enough to make leaving a good idea.

As it turned out, that incredible threesome had lasted over 20 minutes. Showering, I went into the whirlpool, but the man already there appeared uninterested in the still water, so when the central jet started, I stood up and walked up the steps, shaking the water off, heading upstairs.

Still extremely stoned though no longer in a purely animal state, it took only a moment to stand in front of an open video booth door, looking at two naked men having sex as my hand went to my cock, towel on my shoulder. Seeing how the sucked man looked at my growing cock, I stepped close enough for him to grasp my length.

Letting his hand guide me to his mouth, looking down at him getting head. Putting my knee on the platform, left hand with the poppers and towel going to the corner. Mind disappearing again in a flood of oral bliss, door left open. Some men prefer privacy when having sex, though most of them are flexible whenever a group sex situation develops with them in it. I, like most visitors, enjoy the unashamed openness of the baths, a place where watching and being watched is customary. Both being delicious additions when cruising a male only sauna.

Particularly now, openly entering into another threesome, the third stranger of the day going down on me. His back was against the long wall, legs spread, the other man to his side, bending down to suck the erect shaft. The screen was blocked by the third man, but as is always the case, watching live sex while getting head is always hotter than porn. Especially when this stoned, since a cock sucker being sucked is truly exquisite, the pleasure wonderfully enhanced by his sluttiness.

Yet again, orgasm loomed quickly, cock being expertly deep throated. When the other man shifted, so did I, left arm supporting me, meaning the poppers were not readily available going down on the third stranger of the day. A stranger whose cock was covered in the spit of the fourth man to suck me, fully sinking into another delightful threesome with two different and skilled bathhouse visitors. My luck had been fantastic till now, in contrast to my first time getting high here.

Imagination can never compare with reality at the baths, which is why it is so easy to become a repeat visitor wanting to sink again into a sea of sex. Today, this is exactly what I had hoped would happen while smoking. My intention was to have group sex with other men freely, and as this threesome developed, my mind was a bit more functional in the best way, able to pay attention to what was going on.

Such as taking advantage of how near the other cock appeared, sliding my lips over the soft skin of the head as a finger began brushing over my sensitive nipple. My cock was no longer being sucked, but the stroking over the slippery length combined perfectly with the nipple play, as the man getting sucked matched my rhythm. Soon, we shifted again, now laying on the platform on my side next to the other man, cock entering the welcoming mouth of the standing stranger. Stroking the man next to me while bending my head to tongue his nipple as he played with the hard length of my cock sucker, indulging in the increased sluttiness as we shared the mutual bliss of male sex.

A hand replaced the mouth, becoming aware that my cock sucker was kissing the sitting man's other nipple, feeling his hand on mine while pumping the sexy shaft between us. The reclining man sat up then bent over to go down on me, with the standing man able to put his cock in a perfect position for head. Feeling how his hands gently caressed my head as I deep throated him while getting deep throated, muffled moaning adding to our uninhibited satisfaction.

The door remained open the entire time, but only one man watched for a short interval. Since we were apparently bathhouse regulars having sex openly, I am certain that all of us would have welcomed a fourth man. Group sex in a booth has certain constraints, such as a definite limit on the number of people that fit. But more than that, joining a group can make explicit what some men at the baths still deny in a sense, that they are there to have anonymous sex freely with strangers. More specifically, male strangers.

The place where this denial can break down most easily is in the steam room, followed by the dark room. In a cabin with one other man behind a closed door, what happens can be considered hidden, much like with a glory hole. With only the brief and furtive moments of entering and leaving being unavoidable before and after getting off so good behind a closed door. When three strangers are already involved, joining in is an explicit step making plain an interest in having sex with men.

To a certain extent, it may be that many of those most in the closet outside of the baths are the ones most interested in one on one sex in a cabin, keeping everything secret, so to speak. An open secret mainly. Though the people that work at the local baths call it a gay sauna, none of the advertising is so up front. Meaning, in a certain way, you can just pretend to be visiting a sauna to see what it is like as a sauna, not as a place to cruise. Even if you have been visiting and cruising for years.

In the steam room, it is entirely possible the first contact you feel is a hand guiding your cock into a waiting mouth. Whether married or not, in the closet or not, no man enters a bathhouse unaware of what happens inside. However, the reality of how good a stranger's mouth feels as you get hard, no longer caring about anything except the pleasure, is magical. At that point, resisting other strangers becoming involved is virtually impossible.

Wanting to experience it again becomes a temptation that easily draws a man back to a male only sauna. In my case, the thoughts of bathhouse group sex had cast a spell on me as a teenager, a spell being renewed now in my second threesome of the visit. The first time I entered this bathhouse made fantasies about being rimmed by a stranger while playing with and sucking other men's cock addictive reality, without any weed or poppers.

The first time mustering the nerve to buy a hardcore gay magazine at an adult bookstore, one showing a threesome, I got really high first, as taking that step required a certain lowering of inhibition. Or just as realistically, helping to be really turned on intentionally buying gay porn. Then getting even more stoned at home before opening the clear plastic, just looking at the hardcore pictures on the outside doing several more bong hits. Pictures that had made me so erect seeing them, hand rubbing over my jeans in the aisle, going to the counter with a hard on, something always avoided in the past. Not caring if anyone knew when buying poppers along with the magazine that for the first time, I was going to use them when jacking off at men having a threesome.

Buying that magazine led to having one of the most intense orgasms of my life, using the just purchased poppers, seeing how three men got each other off. I had watched a bit of gay porn in video booths, but this was a step further, getting incredibly turned on looking at hardcore porn with no women in it.

Seeing maybe a third of the pages before cumming so hard looking at an entrancing full page picture of how each man was going down on another man's gorgeous cock while being sucked by a different man. That was followed by a second orgasm almost as good after several more bong hits, looking at each page of hot pictures instead of just skipping. Seeing three men having sex was incredible, imagining being one of them, though it took decades before experiencing it. Especially in all its decadent glory, getting high just before having the sort of gay sex that had turned me on so much decades ago.

This threesome provided the advantage of being able to see the action, such as when they went cock to cock as I jacked off watching. The standing man was looking at my face while pumping both cocks together in front of me, knowing how turned on that made both of us. This was beyond exhibitionism and voyeurism, and we both knew it, hard in front of each other.

The poppers remained inaccessible, a minor point as I bent to take their cocks into my mouth together. Gentle hands again caressed my head in appreciation of what I was doing. The sitting man moaned quietly about how fucking good it felt to be sucked with another cock, almost making me cum with his dirty talking, his finger flicking over my erect nipple.

Needing to shift from a position that had grown a bit awkward, the standing man went down on me again, entranced seeing how they were stroking each other's slippery glistening cocks. My mind faded as the intense satisfaction continued, letting our cocks rule in a way we intimately understood as being irresistible to men with our mutual desires. Such sex is honest in a way that is not easy to fake, something we also intimately understood as we indulged ourselves.

When the mouth left my cock, he asked if we were going to cum soon. I replied no, looking at him jacking off, followed by the other man saying the same. Returning to what we had been doing, bending across the sitting man to take the other cock that was just within reach, the sitting man stroking my shaft as I deep throated the man that had just been going down on me.

As I sucked, the sitting man took my cock into heaven again, stroking him together with the standing man. After several more minutes of delightful mouth and cock sharing, the same man again asked whether anyone was going to cum. This time I was the second to reply not yet, after removing my mouth from the sitting man's length. At which point, he took up his towel and said we might meet later, a standard good bye for those familiar with the sexual freedom of the baths.