Once you become a regular bathhouse visitor, it is difficult to resist remembering the pleasures found there. A male only sauna is a place to have unbelievable sex, whether feeling another man's soft lips slide down your cock, or laying on your stomach in a booth, offering yourself to be fucked. Such easy sexual availability is extremely seductive once indulged a couple of times. Direct sex, often naked from the start, shared among other experienced men.
Particularly when being able to follow certain late 70s practices that add immensely to a bath's attractions. First enjoying a bowl, then drinking a beer wrapped in a towel at the bar counter, the black bag with poppers, camera, condoms, and lube to the side. Generally, first going upstairs to check out the porn. Watching male group sex is one of the best turn ons I know to get horny, having been first exposed to it in my mid-20s, when poppers were still easily found at any bookstore with video booths. A powerful vestige of the late 70s sex scene as first discovered in magazines and alternative papers a few year beforehand.
Poppers are again available, including some of the best poppers I have ever enjoyed over decades of using them, bought at a leather shop after an enjoyable discussion with several other men involving the varieties and styles that one could buy. Looking at hot gay porn and doing a hit of poppers as a stranger goes down on my cock is irresistible, moaning about getting blown by a man, watching men having hot sex. And not just on the screen - the porn room provides the opportunity to watch porn and real sex publicly.
The steambath, and in a more physical sense the dark room, are also about public sex, great places to get off with other men. Obviously, the pleasures vary in intensity and variety and likelihood, but that is part of the addictive pull of the baths - often experiencing unimagined and familiar delights together.
Of course, there are stretches where nothing happens or a deepening encounter is disturbed by a clumsy man - or a series of men. However, my luck seems to have been good for a while, much of the time at this sauna spent having sex with other visitors. Generally, other bathhouses in different cities have been equally enjoyable, though more uneven. In part simply by the various differences, such as a couple of steam rooms that were far too hot, or lacking an available place for various games. Some small saunas can be quite limited, though obviously getting a half hour long blow job is always sufficient reason to visit such a place.
Sometimes a new bathhouse offers unfamiliar possibilities to explore, such as having very public sex on a stair landing topped with a TV playing porn, having space for a couple of long lounge chairs, with no pretense of privacy, having sex with several passersby. Or a well made leather sling, perfectly suited to fucking the man in it while sharing his poppers as my cock entered his ass. This was basically the very first time ever openly sharing poppers, entranced at how the sling moved as my cock filled his tight soft hole, both of getting lost in the rhythm.
Some interests of mine tend to be a bit less common, such as using a camera. One reason is that often, I am simply too horny to deal with the technical aspects, another one being that these days, I am often having group sex in public, an unsuitable place to use a camera. And the steam room is effectively a no picture zone anyways due to lens fogging.
Normally, I write about my experiences after coming home from a satisfying visit, but today decided to increase my anticipation by creating a broader introduction, strolling through different memories before riding the bike to the baths.
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And with the visit over, one of the main things relearned is why Saturdays tend not to be favored, compared to Sundays or most weekdays. Though there were 10 men waiting before me, and a number followed afterwards, the bathhouse somehow seemed deserted after leaving the locker room. Except for the whirlpool, ironically enough, as it has often been empty in the past. The steamroom was very hot, with nothing much going on, though it was at least better filled than upstairs, which remained empty for the first part of today's visit.
A barren 3/4 hour stretch, to be honest, leading to thoughts that today would involve following the rules that occasional poor luck have taught. Basically, if nothing happens for 2 hours, it is simply time to leave, and not keep hoping for more. Hoping that just leads to greater frustration as more empty time passes.
Returning to the steambath, it seemed to have unusually gotten a bit cooler. Along with being more promisingly crowded. Going to the back, one brushing invitation was refused as the sounds of sex drew me on. Getting adapted to the dark took time, and the space seemed to be emptying the further I went. However, it only took a couple of minutes to make another pass, this one accepted, feeling a hand start to lightly slide over my inner thigh.
We were offset to the center as we drifted against each other, hands roaming, cocks swelling, already falling under the spell that arises when starting to have sex with a willing stranger. We both knew what men find irresistible, taking advantage of each other's weaknesses and talents. Including spending some time exploring a new man's body, before starting to concentrate on the areas that feel so good when turned on.
His nipples were large, and they clearly loved being squeezed and twisted, followed by kissing and lightly biting them. Stroking his rigid dick as my tongue and lips and teeth pleasured his neck and ears. Then being the man getting stroked while a stranger's mouth covered a nipple, moaning about how good it felt.
Soon, he went down on me, a natural progression after getting each other so horny. His tongue swirled tantalizingly before his lips slid over my cockhead. So good that I knew the poppers would make me fill this willing mouth with cum, far too early. Those first sensations are so inviting that mastering them always presents a challenge.
He was an excellent cock sucker, allowing me to use my hand at times, to slow or guide or feed him my cock. He continued to follow my desires, stroking under my balls, then starting to touch around my anal ring. Making me moan about how fucking hot it felt to feel a finger there, being touched between my legs.
When he stood again, we started kissing, guiding his cock sucking mouth to mine, totally turned on tonguing where my cock had just been. We continued to enjoy other, particularly when I offered my armpit, that he then licked so good when continuing to jack each other off.
