The baths are somewhere visited regularly for many years, until a year long pause. In the summer, the place can be fairly empty, but this visit was one of the most deserted times I have experienced. Deserted to the extent that it is not a wild exaggeration to say I sucked half of the men there during this visit.
I had honestly expected more people, matching the sort of fairly exuberant crowd from the last time. Today was the sort of visit that is neither bad nor good when writing about it. Some very nice stretches, and some fairly boring ones. The negatives were a bit clearer, particularly the lack of steam room action and kissing. The low number of men was quite unusual, and of those there, the skill level in general was not particularly high.
Only on the third trip to the dark room did I discover a laying man, who remained unresponsive while stroking his legs and thighs, even teasing his cock. A man who does nothing after an extended period of play is not worth further effort, so I decided to check the glory hole wall. Nothing happened, and after cautiously moving back to the rear wall, was surprised to feel a man at the rear entrance. He was getting head from another sitting man further in, and was quite happy to make me feel welcome, even as the other man joined in, reaching out to stroke my thigh.
Soon he was taking my cock into his mouth, even though the position was a bit awkward. The other problem being I had smoked a large amount of excellent weed right before arriving. Getting stoned and then playing at a male only sauna is even better than my teenage fantasies, which tended to arise after getting high, the thought of gay group sex turning me on so good decades before experiencing it.
The effects of today's weed on my cock were close to overwhelming, something that became a bit of a theme during this visit. Hard or soft, my cock was ready to cum quickly. A bit of a challenge, considering that this time, I definitely wanted to use poppers.
These poppers were the last of those bought at a gay leather shop, after talking to several men there. The effects were described as coming on very slow, but going on powerfully deep and long. They were some of the best I have used, and this time, the plan was to use them. This was one of the main reasons for having smoked more than usual, as weed and poppers and willing partners make a lovely combination at the baths.
As does a stranger's mouth surrounding your cock as you stroke on the edge of orgasm, reaching down to play with his cock, feeling lips surrounding it from another man. After some more moving and shifting, the other man began to go down on me, making my moaning even louder. Control was a bit less of an issue, especially having something of a goal, attempting to make this a real threesome.
One that did not quite work out, as we never quite found a way to bring two cocks into contact for a joint blow job. After getting onto the platform and putting down my things, the original cock sucker went down on me again. The third man soon left, giving me the opportunity to go down on an already spit covered cock, though the position still remained somewhat awkward for 69ing.
We seemed to be alone in the dark room, making casually stretching out easy, laying next to each other before going down again, filling our mouths with hot cock. No longer knowing where the magic brown bottle was had become unimportant, though if we ended up rimming, it would be nice to do a hit.
As always, 69 was fantastic, however his touching was not particularly skilled, though not quite clumsy. He straddled my face, keeping my cock in his wet mouth, providing me the opportunity to get very oral, teabagging him while pumping his cock against a nipple. He wanted to be sucked, positioning his cock perfectly for me to take deep.
I let a couple of fingers run over his crack teasingly, a first step in directing him in my favored direction. When turned on, ass play is far too tempting to reject, particularly when being led on, a bit of contact, then hovering, waiting for the other to give in to desire. He began doing the same to me, his cock starting to pump harder in my willing mouth with a finger circling his now pulsing ring.
For me, ass play like this is always what I imagined happening at a bathhouse when a teenager excited by the idea of what men did with each other there. Though in reality, it is not all that common. Which might explain a certain greediness on my part, wanting to rim after a very long break, to make someone my anal slave. Or to make me theirs, as that really is a minor distinction.
