Generally, only the very best visits are written about, but the last three visits have had a certain thread running through them, each focussed in a different area, even if one of those visits definitely would not be worth its own story. These days, if a visit does not involve at least an hour or two of pure male sex, it is probably not going to be written about. Though recently, just about every visit has managed to represent an incredibly satisfying period spent in having glorious sex with other men.
The bathhouse represents a certain pure style of distilled sex, understood best by those who cannot resist it. Add in a couple of decades old vices, including organic smoke, poppers, a cold beer or two, the combination makes the bathhouse an exceedingly reliable place to play uninhibited games. Yes, purely male sex, but as I have discovered, men are the ones that best understand just how slutty other men are, far beyond what most women seem to be able to imagine. Or to easily accept, to be honest.
Enjoying multiple partners is incredibly satisfying, and finding a partner as slutty as you is easy. Every visit is different in details, but the overarching thread of getting off so good remains a solid reason to keep returning at least once a week. These days, ensuring that I have no schedule, so I can drown endlessly in the waves of sex around me as long as possible, finally staggering to the lockers, wiped out in sexual bliss, mind utterly fogged by what my body experienced among a group of horny men.
That lovely haze of primal bliss is something that attracts me with a desire that cannot be denied, like all the other men there, a mutual lust that the baths allow to be indulged in.
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On the first of those three visits, things had been OK, with maybe a half hour of mutual masturbation watching gay porn and some sucking over an hour and a half wandering through the male only sauna. Returning to the steam room for easily the 4th time, I slowly wandered to the back corner, attracted by the sounds of sucking. Eyes adapting, it appeared that at least three men were standing in front of the smooth stone bench, prompting me to walk closer. The sounds of sucking were clear enough, and approaching the outside third man, he easily found my cock as my hand rose to play with his nipple.
We quickly grew more intimate, starting to mutually fondle each other as the scene resolved a bit more, seeing how a 4th man was sitting on the bench, sucking the cock of the man in the middle, while grasping the erect and glistening cock of the man against the wall. Soon cock to cock, kissing hungrily, forming a pair before feeling a hand move between us, turning my new partner's body back towards the bench. He turned his head to keep our mouths joined. Soon, mouths still together, I felt how his kissing changed as the sitting cock sucker began to go down on his hard length.
A second hand joined his on my cock. making me moan when fingers began to lightly brush the hair under my balls. Soon, the new hand began to draw me closer to the bench, slowly enough to let the anticipation swell my cock before his lips covered it. As has become the welcome case since giving up using condoms when getting head, the sensations coated my mind in a sort of honeyed pleasure that only gradually allows the realization that what caused it was starting to be taken into a stranger's wetly welcoming mouth. I have become utterly addicted to naked oral sex, in large part because of that irresistible feeling blanking all thoughts completely, letting my turned on bare cock rule where it goes.
Being a total slut, my cock loves pleasuring a man's sexy mouth. Very few can resist the temptation not to take a hard cock into their mouths, and those that do learn just how sexy it can be to suck cock, and why so many men visit the baths to just do that. Of course, everyone there knows how good it is to get a blow job. Undoubtedly like the other men lined up in front of a skilled communal cock sucker. He shifted his attentions back to the man against the wall, who soon turned and left, cock still stiff. Like many other visitors, most definitely including myself, cumming becomes secondary to enjoying the variety of experiences as long as possible.
As was happening now, my partner and I turning a bit, no longer rubbing cocks together and playing with each other's hard nipples, but starting to focus our attention on the sitting man, to whom I moved quite close, putting my leg on the bench. My right hand was raised against the wall, keeping me stable as my left hand went down, to rub over his nipple. Bending further, my hand found his cock, and I began to play with him, feeling him get harder.
My partner continued his attentions, keeping our extended cocks close. Not by accident, as it became clear we shared the idea of putting our cocks into a hot mouth at the same time. The other man also left, likely as there is a certain time limit to how long one can - or should - endure the damp heat. I was not even close to that point, and it appeared neither of the other two was close to that limit either. Steamrooms encourage a certain reliable sexual decadence, one all three of us were enjoying, bodies hot and sweaty, thoroughly aroused.
I watched my partner reach down to guide the cocksucker's head from his cockhead, pulling me closer, making me moan helplessly rubbing against his spit coated cockhead. Seeing the cocksucker grasp both our cocks, his mouth beginning to create a heavenly sensation, a hot threesome. Turning my head to probe and lick with wet tongue over his opened lips, kissing him in slutty rhythm to our shared blow job. Enjoying a partner willing to be cock to cock, having sex with a man, regardless of who the mouth belonged to. In the baths, there really is no question of how 'straight' someone might be when an opportunity arises to enjoy the sensations of group sex.
