Each hand stroking a hard cock, my legs were spread, my back against the tiled wall, basking in the open pleasure of two men's hands on my jutting rod, no longer needing to merely remember what makes me come back to the bathhouse. The steamroom was full of horny men, of a variety of ages and shapes, two of them directly turned on by my jacking their sexy cocks for anyone to see, while their hands circled my cock, the centerpoint of our public threesome. With the possibility that it would grow larger, more men getting hard in the dimness.
It was Saturday, on a cool but still very sunny summer day, quite late in the afternoon. I had been at work, and my wife called to said she would be going swimming for a couple of hours at a local lake. On my part, I told her that I would probably get something to eat in city - riding a motorcycle is always a pleasure, and 20 minutes to park in front of a good place for falafel or a freshly baked feta pide, is not a barrier.
Of course, the thought of maybe doing something else had already crossed my mind earlier, since it has been several months since visiting this bath house. On the other hand, I had nothing of my usual accessories, but then, that has been the case several times before - very fondly remembered times, including the first one. Also not a no real hurdle, since the sauna does provide free condoms and condom safe lube when asked (which was not so when I first visited - a trend I consider a bit retrograde, especially when not advertising the possibility).
I quickly drank my customary beer, then headed straight downstairs. The middle level with the bar counter had been neither full nor empty - only when focussing attention on various areas did the number of men present become more apparent, though never in large numbers. On the other hand, the entrance was being used steadily, though some of that traffic was men leaving - just like another version of myself would have been, after arriving at my customary time, right around opening.
The whirlpool was bubbling, and to my right, a few towels were stuck into the cubbyholes. Taking the last couple of steps down to the bottom level made obvious the heat and humidity, a reversal from what one normally finds in the summer when going under ground. On weekdays, the summer admission price is 1/3 off, but the discount does not apply to weekends, as the hotness on weekends is part of the attraction, year round.
Opening the clear door, holding a couple of condoms in my left hand, I stepped in, amazed at both how hot it felt breathing the steam in, and at how absolutely dark it appeared.
A bit disconcertingly, only memory was helping guide me in the deep gloom, though moving ahead very slowly, a hint of outline and form became available. Still moving cautiously, there was little to hear but the shower in the middle, with the water being turned on repeatedly. This was a bit irritating, actually, and one reason that the enclosed shower, though a fine concept, didn't work out in practice, in my opinion.
At least one man was sitting on the bench against the wall, but this tended to be the section with little activity. Going further into the dimness, the fact that my eyes did not seem to be adapting provided a certain thrill, after realizing that it probably was related to the fact that today was quite close to the summer solstice, and from being inside for maybe a quarter hour, at most.
Reaching the far wall, I turned to the right, noting the somewhat lit entranceway to the shower, that darkened a bit as a man walked out, turning to leave the steam bath. Moving very slowly, there was little to hear, though it seemed safe to assume the back area was not as empty as the lack of sounds indicated.
Still moving slowly, seeing nothing but blackness, my moderately outstretched left hand very lightly felt skin, and quickly withdrew. Shifting my body and direction a bit to the other side of the narrow entryway, I put out my right hand very slowly, still surprised at not noticing the presence of the other man. Definitely naked, likely horny, quite possibly erect, presence.
Not blundering into people is a basic courtesy, so when my right hand bumped a bit against another naked body in just a few seconds, the very unexpectedness led to a more noticeable jolt. Mumbling 'sorry,' I wondered about stretching my left hand out, and trying to find two cocks in what was still essentially total darkness, sliding between thighs and fondling hanging balls. The reply of 'no problem,' followed by a hand sliding down my ass and reaching my inner thigh, showed that at least he thought along similar lines.
However, the faint sound of sucking, along with the knowledge that blocking the entrance area that way tended to be unreasonable, pulled me further in. The felt presence of more men became clearer, making me move carefully towards the center of the back bench, where a bit of light from the entrance came through the second path to the back area, providing a low level of illumination.
The light from the door provides one the chance to see men coming and going. Till now, the darkness had been very quiet, even considering just how focussed my attention had been on listening, with my eyes basically seeing nothing. Still hearing cocksucking, now sitting, the wetly familiar sounds seemed to be coming from my right. Reaching out, attempting to touch but hesitant at possibly disturbing someone's blowjob, I let my fingers drift along the smoothness wetness of the bench surface, but my hand never touched another person, even as the sounds of sucking grew.
Of course, even the hope of getting involved had been enough to provide that intense sensation of being able to just reach for sex, admitting the attraction and desire to get off with men, very often doing just that. Not always, of course - but like the joke about weather on a coast, just wait a bit, it will be different.
By now, my state of sluttiness was mingling with my state of horniness, the two combining wonderfully as my legs spread, hand starting to touch my very welcoming cock. Sitting in essentially the brightest part of a very dark space, knowing that there were a number of other men around me, made getting hard easy - emphasizing 'easy,' adding the right feel, since after all, it is part of a male only sauna's attractions. I put the two condoms on the bench a bit to my left, then allowing my left hand to glide along my balls, and through my full curly bush.
Stroking my hard shaft like this made it easier for me to look around, my eyes seemingly adapted as well as possible to the humid gloom. Generally, the one contact I am not looking for is eye contact - I truly prefer utterly anonymous sex. I also really enjoy group sex, and the two are a simple combination to find at a bathhouse, where sex is uncomplicated, even as the sauna itself is a pleasant public space for men to enjoy socially. Men who don't mind acknowledging their interest in getting off with other naked men by being there, that is.
Today was not only my first visit for a couple of months, it also followed my experience of another bathhouse, or more accurately, 'health club.' In a city a good hour away, on a Sunday with perfect spring weather for riding. The experience had been interesting, mainly as a contrast. Though the garden area was nice (and cherries almost ripe on a tree in one section), much of the interior was red and mirrored, while the steambath was both fairly empty, and not really set up for free style group sex, as the sections were subdivided with fairly small benches and fairly narrow 'corridors' between separate, essentially cubicle like, spaces.
The pool setting itself was inviting, but the water being unheated, it was not inviting. Underneath, going down a fairly small spiral stair case, there was an essentially S&M section downstairs, with monitors playing generally personally uninteresting porn. The entire place had a different feel - 'gay' in more than a straightforwardly sexual way, which when thinking about it was no surprise, this being a larger city, less concerned about discretion.
Which made the steambath a bit different from what I have grown accustomed to, not only hotter and drier, but also effectively much smaller with its extensive internal partitioning. I did manage to enjoy myself, in two encounters, likely with the same man. First against wall, then in one of the screened off areas. I stood next to him as another man sucked his cock, his hand trailing down to meet mine, pumping along my erect length. Enjoying the sensations from his touch, the heat remained a challenge, finally leading me to leave again, even though the temptation to cum reached dangerous levels.
Returning after a good half hour to the steam, I sat in a 'cubicle,' stroking myself. Another visitor appeared, then sat down. His lightly questing hands stroked my cheeks, then ran delicately over my head and neck. The feeling was entrancing, making my cock hard in anticipation of his hand reaching other destinations,
As it turned out, he did have an interesting variation, kneeling in front of me─ his hand pulling at my bush as he pressed my cock down between the edge of the curved bench and his chest. His pulling just made me start pressing against his chest harder, leading me to start to begin to fuck his chest, after having refused getting blown when his head started to shift lower. The feeling of fucking struck me very intensely, my arms against his back, losing myself in the sensation of being pressed so tight against another man. With my cock fucking him as he surrendered himself to my desire.
