Two naked men were already in the whirlpool as I stepped into the warm water, nudity being just one of the advantages offered by an all male sauna. Another became apparent while settling onto the bench, hand already touching my cock. One man was standing over the water column, facing a sitting man, his body revealing that someone or something was pleasuring him in typical bathhouse fashion.
My chosen seat was one octagonal section away from theirs. The central fountain was in full bubbling mode, obscuring whatever they were doing underwater. As is generally the case in the baths, their expressions tended to be impassive, though concentrated on each other. A sign of what was happening, without hinting whether they would enjoy another man joining in.
Spreading my legs wider, cock already half hard, it proved challenging to make subtle skin contact through the forcefully welling water. Nonetheless, their reaction seemed neutral, as compared to outright refusal. The standing man shifted, stretching out to let the water support him. The sitting man also shifted just a bit, his shoulder movements providing an idea of why his floating partner had begun to sigh.
I concentrated on having my left leg touch the pair, especially interested in the sitting man, who turned to look at me while my foot rubbed over his shin. Clumsily, unfortunately, as the currents remained unpredictable and powerful. I had better luck with the other man, who opened his legs a bit to let my slide my toes along his inner thigh.
Trying to use both legs at the same time did not work out, the splashing being just too much, especially considering how unstable my position was. The lighting changed, signalling that the central fountain would be ending. Unfortunately, it was replaced by the ring of jets in the seating coming on.
The floating man turned, sitting close to his apparent partner, though on the side further away from me. The bubbles kept everything underwater hidden from view, making it hard to know which man was running his foot along my leg. I moved a bit closer, left hand drifting underwater. All three of us had our arms underwater, one of the not so subtle signs that all of us were enjoying the same simple pleasure. The baths provide an uncomplicated environment to indulge in a variety of male sexual games, playing with other already naked men.
The man in the middle, a bit older, a bit heavier, and a bit darker than I, spread his right leg until it touched my drifting hand. The other man began to float and rise through the bubbles slowly, his rigid cock in another man's fingers becoming visible. My stroking became more irresistible as his cock jutted out of the water, in the grasp of the man whose inner thigh I had begun caressing. Looking at his sexy cock, almost in reach, knowing that we shared the same sexual tastes, meeting in a place devoted to gay sex of a particularly alluring variety, among men who've experienced the thrill of sex among a group of turned on strangers.
The floating man opened his legs, his foot near. I reached out to touch it with my right hand, noting his reaction as my fingers played over his sole. My left hand was enjoying the feel of a stranger's sexy hard cock, as we settled into a typical bathhouse hot tub routine. Shifting just a bit, putting my left leg over the sitting man's thigh, I was pressing his cock with my thigh, sliding slowly up and down, as my hand rose to rub his nipple, visible just underneath the bubbling water. The other man's foot moved until it touched my erect shaft, causing me to start rub it up and down, holding it tighter while watching his hot cock be jacked off, arched out of the water, the center of our attention.
His expression was blissfully dreamy as his own nipple started to be played with. My right hand travelled along his leg, causing a sigh after reaching his inner thigh, followed by a moan when my middle finger began to explore his ass, my palm pressed against his sack. His sexy foot had me near the edge of orgasm. Feeling his soft anal ring caused both of us to begin to pulse in pre-orgasmic waves, growing together, the third man adjusting himself perfectly. We had truly become a threesome, entering the realm of group sex in unison, as I felt the hand of the sitting man began to jack me off, hand against my bush, using the same lazy rhythm as the foot along the front of my shaft.
The water jets died down as the lights changed again. In the now still water, everything became visible, as the fingered man let his head rest on the edge of the bench. My left hand had found the erect cock of the man in the middle again, after my fingers had played with his nipple. He promptly responded by returning the pleasure along my shaft as his hand circled it, sliding up and down. Both of us were watching the other with naked lust, until our eyelids began to flutter, unable to withstand the mutual pleasure. The other man's eyes had been closed for a while as my finger continued to circle inside his ass, his cock rigid in another man's hand.
We remained like this until a fourth man entered the whirlpool, looking at us for a bit before sitting to my right. I let my leg drift over, with contact occurring in seconds. He soon moved closer, his hand tracing along my thigh before cupping my balls, then rising along my shaft. This prompted me to slowly remove my finger, exchanging the soft and no longer forbidden flesh that had surrounded it with the silky strength of extended cock. My grip more than hinted that he should move closer. He did, touching my nipple, creating another level of pleasure as two men stroked my cock, my hands jacking two strangers off in the whirlpool.
All of us were clearly experienced in male only group sex, our hard cocks an unmistakable indication of our mutual talents and desires. As again, we were submerging in another opportunity to fully experience a main attraction of a visit to the baths, something that has been undoubtedly true since the creation of the first male only bathhouse.
