The time between visits and stories is not fixed by any means, resulting in more than nine weeks between this visit and the last. Arriving a touch later than normal, observing a number of men seemed to be around while drinking a beer. Yet after going upstairs and downstairs, with the exception of one man in the normal sauna, and one man who entered then promptly left the steam room, no one was to be seen in any area where men had sex.
This can happen, something for which no explanation has ever really been available. However, it is not the number of visitors that matters precisely, it is the number of willing partners you encounter. This trip would turn out very well balanced in this regard, but the first couple of encounters were quick and not really interesting.
The very first was a man in a porn cabin, laying and stroking. He did not notice me standing in the door for an extended interval, a sign of how things worked out. Essentially there was never any real engagement on his part, and even the time I almost went down on him was stopped when his hand moved away before I could get the poppers. He did provide some excellent nipple play, a reminder of the pleasures to be found at the baths, an appetizer so to speak.
One of the main reasons behind this visit was simply wanting to be sucked. Having gone shopping a couple of weeks ago, now I was looking forward to indulging in some fresh poppers after smoking some hash, another purchase of the same trip. One made just before getting the poppers, actually.
Going into a gay leather shop to get poppers was definitely enhanced by smoking a joint first. Not that much of the fetish gear appealed, but talking with someone who appeared familiar with poppers was distinctly pleasant. He was not really a chemist, not that it mattered to me. I preferred his experience and what others had told him. As it turned out, there was a 4 for 3 offer, and buying four bottles made sense, stoned and horny or not.
The second encounter was in the notably hot steam room. After searching the back, hearing sex in the dark, a man approached, and we quickly became entwined, cocks very much pressing together, a nice reminder of just why cruising is so attractive at the baths. However, he left fairly quickly, quite possibly because of the heat.
The third man involved the dark room, which had been empty when I entered and stretched out. It seemed someone entered, possibly behind the glory hole wall, leading to an interval of exploring without result, finally ending the stay by very briefly caressing cock to cock before he too simply left.
Returning to the porn area, nothing was happening. Nonetheless, by this point, wanting to get sucked made it easy to set out my towel on the top row and start stroking. As it turned out, two men entered after getting more than half hard, both the same basic distance from me.
Spread over the top row, displaying myself as an available slut, the sitting man drew my attention as he played with himself. I stretched out a hand to lightly touch him, letting my head sink to the level of his neck. Which I soon began kissing, tonguing, and lightly biting, hand running over his chest, before starting to explore further down.
He indulged himself before returning the attention. His hand touching my cock led to moaning, thinking of the other man watching what was happening, my naked cock easily seen from his position. Though as it turned out he remained completely uninvolved before leaving, at some hazy point.
A fact that did not distract from starting to get more explicitly involved with a stranger, who moved up to the top row, also stretching out like I had, his cock temptingly near my face. His nipple play was perfect, requiring some effort to move the stroking hand from my erect rod to find the magic brown bottle.
