I couldn't help myself from arriving very early on a Friday, taking the first chance to visit the baths again. The person at the counter grinned slightly, in a knowing way, when I paid and he gave me my towel and locker key, 10 minutes before the posted opening time.
This could only be a short visit, but as with many earlier ones, hopefully it would provide more than enough experiences for a story. Writing what happens extends the pleasure, as the memories are more than enough to get me hard. And when hard, such stories are much easier to write. Though the temptation to jack off just adds to the desire for the reality of uninhibited male sex.
A rising desire to be satisfied by the apparently neverending variety of a bathhouse's offerings, as I found myself rearranging schedules to go back again, just two days between visits.
Doing less work in the forest than originally planned, it was possible to carve out an adequate amount of time to enjoy a stay at the baths. Getting sweaty after cutting some wood in the forest offered the ideal opportunity to warm up and relax among a group of horny strangers sharing a Turkish bath afterwards.
Even arriving 10 minutes before the official opening time, I was not the first man in the locker room. Going to the bar counter, I ordered my normal beer, followed by wandering over to the Internet terminal, seeing what sort of other bathhouses might exist in the region. Making some preliminary planning concerning motorcycle day trips when the weather finally turned warm.
The whirlpool became my first destination after returning the empty beer glass, and doing a preparatory hit of poppers upstairs. Looking at the clock, the time was almost precisely 3pm, the technical opening time of the baths.
Downstairs, I showered, spending extra time soaping my cock in the deserted space, enjoying how it stiffened a bit, unconcerned about anyone seeing me. After brushing the water off my bare skin, it was just a couple of strides to complete wetness of the hot tub. Going up the whirlpool steps, I saw a man in the rear left corner, legs spread, elbows resting on the top of the tiles. Being a Friday, this was perfectly unsurprising, and when entering the heated water, his looking at my crotch was discretely obvious, much like my looking at his was must have been.
He was in the left diagonal corner of the jacuzzi's octagonal arrangement, making it easy to choose the left straight part of the bench. His right hand had entered the water as I sat next to him, much like my own right hand had begun to touch my swelling cock. The water was clear, giving each of us a fine view of sexy cock touching, enjoying the shared and growing horniness, our legs spreading and rubbing, our free hands running over the other's already naked body.
Left hand stroking his thigh, our legs pressing, the touch of his fingers on my nipple made me gasp. My cock was jutting from my fist as my hand moved between his legs, sliding over his balls, beginning to touch the bushy root of his uncut cock as he slid down the bench a bit, ensuring my hand would continue its journey. After having looked so closely at his cock, similar in size and shape to my own, I let my gaze roam to his face.
He had a rapt look - a mirror of my own state, that of a turned on slut. Bringing back memories of intense orgasms in the distant past, cumming simultaneously with a friend as we watched each other. An expression of a man whose mind has fully surrendered to the primal power of an erect cock. In circumstances designed to help such a thing happen among strangers.
We were playing with each other in the currently still water, both of us stretching out, enjoying the public but empty hot tub in a manner which the baths have long specialized in. No words necessary to express desire or delight, both us of entranced by another man's talents, sharing a bit of purely physical male intimacy, indulging in the straightforward simplicity we obviously craved, two horny men indulging ourselves.
At some point, a heavy set man entered the water, choosing the right side of the pool, after we both looked at him as he stood at the top of the whirlpool's entrance. Easily a decade younger than me, with black framed glasses, maybe the same age as the man I had been fondling.
We continued to clearly stroke each other's cock in the clear water, both of us watching as his hand went between his legs, followed by us returning our concentration to more immediate concerns, confident that he was getting as turned on as we already were. A not exactly difficult assessment, and one that was confirmed when he moved closer, his right hand clearly fondling his already plainly half hard dick.
He moved closer when the central fountain started to roil and splash, prompting the man I was jacking off to move up to the top level. I shifted position, putting my leg between the bench and my ass cheek, raising me up enough to avoid most of the flying spray. My hand remained on the other man's rigid cock, displaying it to anyone interested, fully aware that the other man had lost any restraint he may have had while he looked at how I was playing with it.
Both of us were showing off, and both of us knew it. The man above us leaned back, his legs spread, cock jutting in my grasp, clearly demonstrating just how turned on he had become. And waiting for someone to take advantage of that fact.
