Thinking back, it has been at least a quarter year, quite likely more, since visiting the bathhouse on a Tuesday afternoon. The mainly Sunday afternoon visits have been enjoyable, though quite crowded after a couple of hours.
Today there really were only a handful of men around after finishing my beer. Upstairs was basically empty, and a bit cool. Going back down, in the mid-level shower room I put some lube over my ass, something which has not led anywhere - and part of me still hopes it won't. Downstairs after that first pass, I put the black bag bag in the locker, keeping the brown bottle and two condoms.
At the lowest level, there were a couple of men in the whirlpool section, leading me to go into the steamroom, that was still warming up. It was restful to sit and simply enjoy being in the warm dampness. After a quiet interval, I left, then showered, cleaning the lube off.
Going into the bubbling whirlpool, soon deciding to stay until the seat jets stopped. The water was nicely heated, allowing me to get warmed up before going back upstairs. As time stretched, nothing happened except the water being occasionally irritating. With a man to each side of me doing absolutely nothing, it became a bit of a chore to wait for the pump to turn off.
Finally deciding to leave, missing that internal deadline by only a few seconds, since after standing up and reaching the steps, the pump stopped. But instead of deciding to sit back down in the clear water with two strangers non-moving strangers, I left.
Seeing a towel in a cubbyhole, I returned to the dimness of the steam bath, noticing that about 25 minutes had passed so far. Keeping this just like a normal mixed sauna visit till now, not one to the baths, where sex between men is so easy to enjoy.
It did not take long to find the other man, easily starting to mutually approach the other, my hand finding his thigh first, running over his skin lightly before he made me gasp in pleasure with the first touch of his fingers on my cock.
This was a direct encounter, one I was thoroughly prepared to indulge, having enjoyed a bowl and a beer before finding a willing stranger. We took a luxurious amount of time becoming intimate, exploring, then starting to play with each other's hard rods. We continued becoming more obviously turned on caressing each other, meaning it was no surprise when he went down on my waiting cock.
Men in the baths know that getting sucked is irresistible, one of the reasons to keep coming back. I was sliding past his lips, still playing with his hard length, entering paradise, receiving enthralling head from a stranger. He took me to the edge several times, especially when he played with my nipples as my cock filled his willing mouth, riding the almost waves of orgasm as he blew me.
I pulled his head up from my between my legs, hungrily guiding his cock sucking mouth to kiss me. I was greedy, taking full advantage of his slutty mouth, utterly turned on knowing what it had just been doing. Kissing men has become another one of my distinct interests, with the baths offering so many opportunities to indulge in oral pleasures, Though the first time I kissed a man was in a porn theater,
Getting sucked in the steamroom meant that this trip was already worth it, in a minimal way. A bit of a depressing thought, of the sort that had also arisen early in the last couple of visits. Though we continued to pleasure each other, he was gradually withdrawing, moving past me, likely because of the heat.
He left, but went to the shower instead of directly exiting the steamroom. After the water had been turned on a few times - this shower has a very short cycle - I approached the shower entrance, then entered. He was leaving, but we enjoyed just a bit more fun, savoring a rare encounter, kissing and sucking nipples, teasing him a bit more.
Something that continued for a while, without going beyond slippery body contact and passionate kissing. After he left, I tried the water - too cold for my taste, as is pretty much the normal case over the years.
Going upstairs a second time, walking closer to the first porn cabin I saw a cock being stroked, but kept walking to check the other cabin and the theater area - where a start screen filled the wall.
Returning to the door of the occupied cabin, the porn was interesting, showing a threesome, making me grow more than half hard. However, there was no interest from the other man - at all. Which is his privilege of course, but it tends to be a turn off. Especially after having first thought what a sexy cock it would have been just to go down on, walking in and then kneeling, pleasuring on a turned on stranger.
He remained the only person upstairs after a period wandering around, so I went back to the basement level. Soon ending up enjoying even more fun in the sauna's steamy dimness. Seeing a single towel in the cubbyhole created a certain anticipation when going in. I needed to explore, eventually realizing he must be in the truly dark area. Carefully moving into the blackness, I felt his leg brushingly close, as he was sitting on the bench.
My hands took several moments to determine precisely where he was, sliding over his nipples, then along his neck after stepping in front of him, moving closer. It took little time to have him go down on my stiff length, tongue then lips making my rigid cock feel so good before starting to face fuck him in total bliss. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, meaning that the poppers remained closed.
