Arriving near the bathhouse entrance around 3:45pm on a wonderful Sunday afternoon (a day much like today - and the temptation to take another short ride to enjoy myself is exerting a growing force), anticipation creating the familiar feeling centered around the middle of my body, a strangely addicting sense of building tension, through and through sexual. It was more spring than February, and a good day to ride, as a motorcycle requires regular use to keep the battery in good condition, along with the need to let the oil spread over the parts that may no longer be covered in the motor. The weather allowed me to visit my bi-friend's apartment, where she was cooking lunch with another woman - gnocchi, spinach, small balls of mozzarella, a bit of fresh garlic, ground pepper, other spices, topped with eggs at the pan's corners.
Having already eaten, and aware of my unannounced presence, it was simple to politely decline several invitations to join them, two spaced between the start and end of mixing a cake dough (8 minutes to mix the basic ingredients, then a half minute for each of the 8 eggs - layered with two bars of dark chocolate). They worked together in an interesting fashion in the tight space of the kitchen, but not one that conclusively answered any of my speculations. They worked well together, certainly, but that isn't the same as being intimate partners, though it also tends to indicate a certain familiarity.
The other woman seemed in her mid-20s, about 10 years younger than my friend, who in turn is 10 years younger than me. It even had a certain bathhouse feel that way (since I reasonably assumed that my friend would have enjoyed herself at least the night before, though I didn't get the feeling they had just met), a bath house being a place where a broad range of ages interact, in a number of explicitly sexual ways. Each of us in the small kitchen were separated by 10 years, with a total span of 20 years between youngest and oldest. And yes, I'll admit to speculating about how the two enjoyed each other sexually, since at least two of us were bi, and the other either bi(-curious) or lesbian.
We did briefly talk about a few things while their late lunch baked in the oven, but the combination of wanting to visit the bathhouse to get off combined with the need for politeness in terms of not making a misstep with a new (certainly to me) person in my friend's life had me leaving later than expected, though the bath house is just around the corner. And to be honest, there was just the tiniest idea that a threesome in the future was not exactly impossible, though that was something requiring much more than a simple wish. I have come to agree that men and women are different (though it may still be based on how we are raised) when it comes to casual group sex, and find the simplicity of group sex with men to be a very attractive part of going to a male only sauna, seemingly without restrictions on enjoying being surrounded by naked strangers who share similar interests.
Entering, the bathhouse was quite busy, unsurprisingly - the spring feeling weather just added to the urge to enjoy the day somewhere. Unlike most visits, a slower pace was required when undressing, due to the number of other men dressing and undressing, lockers open everywhere. This extended to bar service, though by this point, I couldn't stop from drinking my beer quickly - not only due to simple lust, but also due to the need to leave in a reasonable period of time to explain my absence. My wife knows of some of my interests, even sucking me off the first time I mustered the necessary mixture of horniness and courage to tell her what happened at an adult theater while stroking myself erect watching a video of two men getting hard and cock sucking while playing with each other's nipples - something she knows makes me completely slutty, being so skilled herself in turning me on that way.
Telling her about this sort of male only association would be a much more difficult step, though my bi friend does know about it. And also has agreed to provide whatever necessary cover may arise - such as being home, though often, when I stop by, she isn't. She has several lovers in the broad region, and is often driving between one and home, or spending the weekend at a lover's place. And my wife would not be completely wrong in her anxiety of disease - really, with rare exceptions, no else is using condoms there, much less using them consistently.
Thus making my first visit, more than a year ago, to what could be also described as a Turkish sauna, unusual in several ways - till now, both being the only time I was gloriously rimmed, with an especially kinky gay pleasure when sucking off another stranger in the dark after a glorious eternity of getting rimmed - this wasn't exactly my first gay group sex, but it was definitely the first time we were all completely naked in the warm dark. That he used a condom allowed me to easily go down on him, since after hearing the sounds of him opening and putting on a condom, there was no reason not to fill my mouth and enjoy getting a stranger off, knowing that he would be as incapable as I about resisting the temptation. And with a few recent experiences at gloryholes, condoms definitely no longer tasted the same as in the late 1970s.
I understand - oh, do I understand - the desires of an uncovered cock, and wanting to pleasure an uncovered cock. And I know why most men don't bother with condoms (I never taken off my wedding ring, nor have I ever looked for wedding rings on the naked men I have sex with, but years of marriage can accustom one to not needing a condom), but still - when you have sex with 5 unknown men in an hour, and then go back to enjoy a couple more (as I certainly have, more than once in the past year), following a pause in a jacuzzi or showering with other naked men, condoms are just a good idea, especially for current and future sexual partners.
The beer gleefully added its liquid note to my already extended buzz as I watched the monitor playing gay porn behind the bar. This being followed by the logical step to go upstairs to do a hit of Rush, a delightfully proven course in many past visits. At the top of the round staircase, a naked man was sitting in one of the chairs, his publicly displayed cock half erect in the unconcealing dimness. Walking back towards the theater area, noticing a man stroking himself in the first mirrored video booth, I looked in at the porn on the room sized screen. Not being too interested in what was playing, I reversed direction towards the dark area, hearing a couple enjoying themselves in a section of the corridor with 4 booths, leading to a slowing pace. The booths across from that one were empty, making this a perfect time to do my first hit of poppers.
I closed the door, took the brown bottle out of my cloth bag, and did a deep hit, my hand quickly encircling my growing cock, listening to the sex occurring so close by. Though a bit embarrassing to say even now, being a voyeur can get me really horny. Though in the dark of the booth pr theater, 'voyeur' is often just one step on the path to full participation in another location, as a group of horny naked men get each other off. Often first beginning with just a glance at the equipment available, quickly followed with just a second direct glance, or a light touch of skin, an easily recognized sign of interest, also easily ignored when matching interest is not there.
Breathing out slowly, the sound of the couple behind the shut door across the corridor made me close my eyes, concentrating with growing interest, stroking my erect cock. I closed the bottle, stood up, and tossed the black bag onto my towel on the at least queen sized mattress space. With a hard cock, I opened the door, picked up the towel and bag, and walked into the dark area, my horny cock exposed. As soon as the light level grew dim, I let my right hand start playing with my cock, stroking my shaft while listening to what sounded like cock sucking from the central rear area of the space. A man was two steps behind me, making me turn a bit, to keep my ass unavailable. There was plenty of free space on the mattress for my stuff, while letting my unburdened left hand slide in front of me.
Moving on, I felt a leg, and followed it upwards, sliding my hand over a flaccid cock. The cock sucking was still obvious but a distance away, and now, the couple started to speak - banalities that didn't interest me, though I'm sure that they were both engrossed with each other. Considering the lack of any response to my wandering hand, I straightened and went back out, deciding to do another hit of Rush.
Returning to the same booth as before, the sounds made me open the bottle quickly and breathe the distinctive scent in deeply, naked and barefoot, the air and floor comfortably warm. The other booths on each side, with a booth across the hallway, were occupied. Each booth had a space leaving the last couple of feet between dividers and ceiling open, leading to interesting acoustics, especially after doing a hit of Rush. The reality of the bathhouse again surrounded me, sounds of men having sex making my cock swell, knowing that joining them would only be a matter of just finding an open door to close behind me, or a few steps down the staircase into the steam bath.
I wrapped my towel, unlocked and opened the door, and saw that the corridor was quite full, as several men were standing around, at least one hard and another with his hand under his towel, also listening to what was going on. Obviously, I wasn't the only slutty man there, one whose interest in what was taking place making it impossible to resist from indulging in a bit of cock stroking. The sounds of close but hidden sex completely surrounded me, nothing seen of the direct causes of the notably erotic chorus being created. I leaned back against the wall, letting my hand find my cock again, opening my towel while watching the other hard man, surrendering myself to the fantastic stimulation of the sounds of pure male sex surrounding me.
The declining waves of pleasure from the poppers were balanced with the anticipation of even more interesting games in the steamroom. I refastened my towel, walking down to the lowest level, feeling very horny. Downstairs was probably the most crowded I have ever experienced, with men, most naked, pretty well lining all public spaces. I took a quick shower, and then went into the whirlpool, with 4 other men already soaking in the warmth. But nothing was going on between them, and after a couple of minutes just relaxing in the water, I reopened my eyes, noticed the lack of erections, much less interaction, and walked the couple of yards to the alcove to dry off and get a couple of condoms before going through the fogged glass door into the steambath.
