Kissing a recently met partner in the shower area, grinding cock to cock as we touched each other's ass holes, we had returned to same glorious state as just beforehand in the steam room. I only rarely have or see sex in the showers, but we were far too aroused for that to matter. The way thinking becomes disconnected is one of the surest ways to gauge how good sex is, and my thinking was barely above the level of not wanting to cum yet - or have him cum either. On the other hand, the sensations were so good that neither of us could stop being so openly slutty, already knowing that the other was interested in playing more than cumming.
Especially since it was evident that both of us were skilled at kissing, tongues and lips being a focus even more appealing than our rubbing erect lengths or fingered holes, fantastic as that felt. We effortlessly switched between being in charge and surrender, with long intervals of being equally involved. Kissing a man is truly erotic, meeting an equal in a way that no woman has ever been. Of course not all men are skilled, and kissing a skilled woman is wonderful, but women are yielding in a way that a man isn't.
Of course, women aren't as intrigued by going to visit a place like the baths, where sex with strangers is the prime attraction. As today was demonstrating in fine fashion.
In most cases, the highlights more than equal the dead time. Today, the two first men to enter the steam bath did not even go to the rear, even though I tried to be a bit tempting in the half light, stroking my cock. When acting like that has no results, the reason is never clear. Different people use different signals, or have different expectations.
Signals, subtle and overt, and preferences cover a fairly wide range at the baths, and much of what happens or doesn't still remains a closed book. But the third man was refreshingly familiar, representing the sort of man who knows that everyone is there for sex, especially in the dim rear area. My eyes had adjusted somewhat, so my light touch was the first contact, as much an introduction as a simple signal that someone was near.
He stopped and reached out, making me sigh at the first contact of his hand on my skin, revealing my horniness, having smoked a bowl before arriving and drinking a beer at the bar before entering the steam room. Becoming first aware of the baths as a place in the late 70s, the mixture of weed and beer had already proven fantastic when masturbating, so it is not surprising that the combination is even better when inside a male only sauna.
I took some time exploring his body, even as he was more direct. However, as my cock grew, his hand returned to exploring, much to my delight. Direct can have its attraction, but taking time is luxurious, falling under a sexual spell that only grows better
Focusing on getting his cock hard, he returned to touching my stiffening shaft. Playing with his nipples, leaning over to kiss them as he grew stiffer, we were both sinking into the familiar bathhouse haze of direct naked male contact, knowing that it would only lead to even greater satisfaction as it continued.
As happened when bringing his cock together with mine, a glorious sensation. Nothing feels like hard cock, something wonderful to experience, knowing that he is in the same paradise you are. When he began touching my nipples, I had to stop stroking, the pleasure was so tempting. Leaning against him, kissing his neck as he squeezed my nipples was easy, continuing to increase our mutual delight.
He understood how to allow the delight flow, without nearing an edge, and getting clumsy. The way he held my erect nipples between thumb and finger while lightly pulling them as I pressed our cocks together was pure bliss. My left hand had been roaming over his ass, but now I began to focus on his crack. Something that became difficult as he began to pull my nipples until his fingers slid off, making me moan at the intense release each time my nipple was released.
