One of the fundamental problems involving male group sex is finding a willing group. A male only sauna solves this problem elegantly, since pretty much everyone inside is open to having group sex. Even if one had not intended to participate beforehand, the possibility is part of the background knowledge when entering a bathhouse, even for the first time. Or maybe especially the first time, a temptation that cannot be denied.
When naked in the steam bath, a stranger on his knees sucking your cock as soon as you enter, it is easy to not be aware at first that another man is now taking your taut cock deep into his mouth. Or surrender to the seductive willingness to allow another man to start caressing your body as you reach for his available cock. Losing the ability to keep track of who is doing what to who, seduced by the beckoning delight of just letting go, not caring whether this was the second or fourth cock you had gone down on. Or kissing strangers, including those whose lips had just been wrapped around your cock, and the cock being sucked with yours, then turning to a man whose slippery cock you are pumping, your tongue going deep into his waiting mouth.
Once such group sex starts, the sensations are wonderful to sink into. After that first time, returning to experience it becomes a major attraction of the baths. One that may not happen, as each visit leads in different directions depending on circumstances and luck. One time you go from the steam bath to the darkroom back to the steam bath, having group sex almost continuously, followed by the next couple of visits offering nothing in this regard.
However, even after only a short couple of weeks absence, the chance to indulge in uninhibited male group sex grew increasingly tempting. These desires continue to pull me back, like with so many other men over centuries. A thought that arises almost every time my cock grows hard and I begin jacking off, wanting to feel a man's soft willing mouth slide down the length of my ready shaft, being taken into paradise. Leading to remembering all the other wonderful things that can happen at the baths, better than any memory or fantasy when they occur.
Arriving after smoking the last of the carefully hoarded hash, just beating the oncoming rain, the bathhouse seemed a bit emptier on this Tuesday than my last visit on a Monday, a generally slow day.
Finishing a beer slowly while using the Internet connection, I made a quick circuit upstairs, then went to the steam room, enjoying the first of two group sex sessions.
A promising sexual atmosphere was unmistakable even before closing the glass door. There were cock sucking sounds from several sources, including a pair on the front bench and another pair against the opposite wall. Seeing so much action in the somewhat lit front area remained unusual, but neither pair appeared particularly interested in anyone else joining. Or perhaps more accurately, both couples were so intensely focused on giving and getting head in a place for exhibitionism, not group sex, that wandering to the rear with the sounds of sucking growing louder was the better choice for getting involved with a group.
The steam bath was full of sex, and it took little time to find a standing man past the curved wall in the dimly lit back section. There were at least two sources of the sounds of oral sex, but at first, neither he nor I were interested in anything but an ever deepening horniness, taking our time. Our first cock to cock contact was delightful, taking turns to mutually masturbate, kissing and caressing.
Soon completely turned on, and when he took a small step back, I knew what was going to happen, deliciously feeling his hand feed my length into his open mouth. As his hand left to slide over my chest, I reached down to start holding the base of my sucked cock while stroking his.
Straightening, I brought our cocks together, the velvety slipperiness feeling fantastic, just like the way he moaned while kissing my nipple. He bent back down, my hand playing with his nipples, making them erect before squeezing each tightly. We did this a couple of times, with me kissing his nipples too as he stroked our shafts together. Each time he returned to cock sucking, all thought of using poppers became lost in the gorgeous sensations.
The fourth? fifth? time he was giving me exquisite head, his sucking changed in a way I have learned to distinguish after years of bathhouse experience. Another man had started blowing him, prompting me to reach out to find the new stranger that had made us a threesome. He was to the side, also standing and bending, making it easy to start caressing his head and neck.
Yet again, the thought of poppers remained impractical with a hand pleasuring another stranger. Poppers are by no means universal at the baths, and it has been a while since someone had offered me some of their own. Though more than happy to share, I tend to be very reluctant to let go of the bottle. Poppers require some care to prevent various problems, and when so turned on, such care can become difficult without practice.
For example, the little brown bottle is made of glass and the top of hard plastic. Either can crack open or even shatter when hitting a tile floor. As has happened to a person next to me in the locker room. I could offer him some help, including the ziploc bag I use when carrying poppers in my pocket. Having that happen in the steam bath would be much worse. The other problem involves spilling and skin contact. Poppers are for inhaling, nothing else.
Then there is the sad reality that a few people will use opportunity to take something that is not theirs. Over the years, I have only lost two popper bottles that way, a minor thing. What is odd that sometimes, your towel will get taken - in one case, when my glasses were still on top of it. A second towel only costs 50 cents, so money can not really be the point.
