Sitting in blue-tinted fogged dimness, slumping against the smoothly tiled damp wall, spread legs keeping me from sliding further down along the slick surface of the bench, my condom covered cock was being driven to the edge of exquisite pain and overwhelming pleasure by the biting of a kneeling stranger. A man whose own covered cock I had been sucking a couple of minutes before, kneeling on the wetly slick floor as he stood, the third man watching, sitting at the end of bench of that section of the steambath. Another naked couple was further back in this section, unseen in the darkness. Where only the sounds of greedy slurping could be heard, sounds which all of us recognized, and which all of us had been sampling.
This was my first visit to the male only sauna in easily six weeks, and the third time since the old mid-level steambath was taken out of operation on Dec. 31, 2009. The larger, differently designed replacement steambath was in the basement, which also contained a glass walled dry sauna, a still too cool and too energetically fountaining and bubbling whirlpool, and an L shaped area, with rain like shower heads, to wash off before entering the whirlpool, or now, to clean off after coming out of the steam.
The first couple of visits in 2010 within the new steamroom had not been completely satisfying, the differences in lighting, lay-out, and interaction creating a certain nostalgia for the former, somehow more intimate and easier to cruise area. A place where hard cocks were easily enjoyed, leading to ever more cocks growing hard. A place where group sex was familiar, after learning the layout and dynamics of horny naked men in a steamy dim space.
Riding my motorcycle following an extended period of snow and ice, a familiar eagerness led me to enter at just after 2pm, the earlier opening time on a weekend. Quickly changing, then ordering and finishing my now standard beer at the bar area, wearing nothing but the provided towel and carrying a small black cloth bag with a couple of condoms and a bottle of classic Rush poppers, I walked downstairs. The whirlpool was a bit warmer than previously, but still too cool after sitting in it for a bit. Exploring the still warming and empty steambath, I didn't bother to do more than wander through the areas which interest me, noting that the bench row at the rear of the space now had rough areas, unnoticed before when sitting there.
One of the most erotic aspects of the older steambath was the feel of the bench surfaces - an incredible mixture of smoothness and slipperiness, with a certain liquid friction, the obvious result of men sweating and getting off on that surface for years. A strangely thrilling connection to all the other men who had got off playing with sweaty naked strangers. Like the last time I was there, a month before the old steambath closed, cumming with a man sucking me off, his kneeling wide spread knees framing his moving head, my hands on his short, wet black hair, pumping, his lips moving up and down my shaft. I had managed to put a condom on myself at some point as the two of us, then the three of us, then the five or six of us, got hard, stroking and kissing and licking and rubbing. None of the cocks I had stroked had been covered, which is more than acceptable for everyone involved, particularly me, as the feel of a man's cock is really thrilling.
This sort of unstoppable group sex is intoxicatingly irresistible, and this time, I was completely satisfied cumming in a sucking man's mouth without wondering about the other cocks I had already seen him sucking, not to mention all the cocks he had enjoyed in the past. This remains a reality of visiting such an inviting establishment - sex, of almost any type men can enjoy with each other, is completely at hand, and condoms are rarely involved. The reasons are clear enough - it is a bother, especially as things start to move, there is no desire to pause to get a condom, and sex without a condom offers sensations that a condom dull or prevent - like hot cum filling a man's eager mouth.
And that last time in the old steambath, after orgasming, totally empty, my cock still three quarters hard, the condom's end full of hot cum, someone wanted my cock in their ass, his hand circling my almost too sensitive shaft, positioning it as he wriggled his ass down while still sucking someone standing in front of him, while the sitting man on the other side stroked a hard cock angled down towards the floor. Someone I had already been stroking as he sucked off another man, one I had already made hard, caressing his nipples and kissing his neck and jaw and ears while playing with still another man's cock. However, I was completely drained after such an intense orgasm, and spending so much time in the heat. In retrospect, though it would have been another level of group sex to fuck a man's hot ass after just cumming in another one's mouth, I just couldn't handle anything but placing my hand on his ass, making it clear that I was done, then leaving after a couple of more minutes of totally relaxed sitting, as the group continued to get each other off.
In the new steam bath, there is an inbuilt shower, in its own curved private alcove. This is not one of the attractive features, after having a bit of experience with it. The idea is attractive, but the execution has a number of undesired details - such as the sound of the streaming and splashing water, or how the water temperature cycles, or the lack of any way to control the stream's flow or direction. It is more jarring than tempting, at least to me, taking a lot away from the comfortable feeling of the older sauna space, with its general stillness.
The dark curving passages behind and around the shower space make the new steamroom larger, though the fairly narrow corridor across from the door which leads to the rear along the other side of the shower is not optimal in my eyes - contact is almost unavoidable, though not desired. This provides a space for a certain type of bathhouse visitor to more or less fondle anyone moving by, desired or not. As had happened to me when entering the area the first time, as a man slid his ass against me. Or when leaving the last visit, in a whimsical mood after having watched one man suck off three cocks at the same time, playing with my hard cock, especially when one of the sucked men would let a hand drift over the ass of a man next to him, or bend to lick a nipple or ear. Sometimes, as a kind of distraction when the foursome got too hot, I turned my head to see a man getting sucked off while leaning against the wall, a squatting man moving rhythmically underneath him, his hand sliding against a hard nipple.
I had jacked off the entire time, but then left, not having cum on the bare floor, which still seems somehow a bit unnecessary considering how clean the sauna truly is. After walking by a couple of other men, now at the narrowest section of the passage way, I reached for someone's almost hard cock, a certain flirtiness bubbling over my normal, more reserved, manner. In return for copping a feel of a stranger's cock while sauntering by, I was hit by an openly clenched hand, firmly, though without rancor - making me chuckle while moving on, now reflecting on the truth that maybe it had been a bit over the top, even if I personally wouldn't have cared that much. After all, maybe he just wanted to watch, and simply grabbing someone's pretty stiff cock is not exactly an unambiguous gesture, one that can also be rude. Not that I have ever minded that much, till now.
