Visiting the baths on a Saturday is not that common for me. Though arriving at opening, there was no line, with just a couple of men a couple of steps behind me. After being buzzed in, the locker room was full, with a dozen naked or undressing men. Winter having truly arrived, I was warmly dressed for riding. And out of practice undressing with so many layers, especially in a tight space.
The other still unfamiliar routine is getting stoned at the baths. Being cold and wet outside, I went into the empty smoking room, using my pipe this time, putting in a snapped off a large section of a joint. Not everyone likes the smell of weed, so following each hit, I stepped to the outside area to exhale. A man entered when I returned, meaning this hit was the last. After so many decades of being extremely discrete, old habits are hard to break in public - even at a place where men go to have sex with each other.
Putting the smoking supplies back in the locker, the room was still full. After waiting for space to clear, I grabbed condoms and poppers, the weed effects growing. Going downstairs, there were no towels in the cubbyholes. After entering the steam room, there were a couple of men in the front area, but no one in the back as I took the curved middle passage to the very dim rear.
The dry sauna had 4 men in it, and the whirlpool was full. Dipping my fingers into the water, it was quite cool. The steam room had been fairly cool too, but that is common at opening and generally an advantage. The shower water was also cooler than customary, implying that a certain amount of energy saving was still going on. A bit to my disappointment, as the warmth found here is delightful after spending time in the cold riding a motorcycle.
Re-entering the steam room after a brief shower mainly spent soaping a swelling cock, the weed was not as distracting as the last time, at least in terms of moving around. Checking out the internal shower briefly, if anything its short timer notably shorter than in the past, to the point of being unattractive.
There were now three men in the front area, one hard, but I remain more interested in the rear area. The front does not have much sex, and threesomes are rare. In contrast, in the rear real orgies can form, the type you just get submerged in, losing track of how many men you have passionately kissed, how many mouths have gone down on your willing cock or sucked your nipples, how many holes you have fingered, and how many cocks you have stroked or blown. Orgies that leave you staggering and empty of thought leaving a true slut paradise, one easy to return to in the future. A feature that makes this bathhouse especially addictive.
Today, the more common normal contact occurred, discovering a man against the wall in the corridor to the back. He brushed my thigh about the same time as I recognized a body against the smooth wall. Reaching to find a nipple, his hand brushed my cock, making me gasp at how shockingly wonderful it felt, aware of how thoroughly the weed's sexual spell was taking hold, naked inside a place to have anonymous sex.
As he touched my cock, I bent my face near his neck, beginning to kiss and lick soft skin. My other hand went down to his thigh, lightly stroking. In a good sign, his hand left my swelling shaft, and also began sliding over my inner thigh. Licking his ear, I felt his head twist as his tongue reached my neck.
We moved closer, no longer able to resist grasping his cock to feel it against mine. I was surprised when he moved back after a moment, though we continued to use our mouths on the other, both of us teasingly coming ever closer to kissing. Before our lips brushed for the first time, his hand was sliding down my crack, a finger beginning to tease my soft ring.
Stoned, the distraction of the wonderful sensations he was making meant it took a while before our open mouth kissing led to me touching his ass too. Cock to cock, this contact felt wonderfully slutty, especially with him moaning how good this was, his hand stroking our rods together. Kissing so dirty was perfect after getting high, two men fully aware of how hot such uninhibited intimacy can be in the steam room. Finding an experienced man to have sex with is another gloriously addictive aspect of the baths, willingly indulged every time it occurs.
As our kissing deepened, I draped my left arm around his shoulders as we continued. I love kissing men, for in some way different than women, they kiss as equals. In this case, equals with hard cocks that we shared jacking off, moaning into joined mouths, fingering the other so good. The pleasure was wonderful, mutually losing any inhibitions in the ever growing satisfaction of playing with a talented partner.
We began humping as fingers naturally sank deeper, cock to cock, the arm around his neck pulling his face tighter, our tongues swirling. I could not remember kissing so perfectly dirty before, even with my bi friend as we shared a joint. In her case, it was never as direct as this, without needing to undress or care about being discovered. Nor had we ever kissed like this, tongues and fingers creating waves of entrancingly primitive sensations. Ones made so much better by being cock to cock.
This may be another reason why I love kissing men so much, as all of my experiences involve being naked. Standing and kissing a naked man is simply better than kissing a standing naked woman, delightful as that is. My first several years of shared orgasms as a teenager involved looking at a friend's sexy cock as we came, with him looking at mine. Decades later, I discovered how sexy cock can feel at glory holes, then at a porn complex, with the baths becoming a paradise of cock. Essentially, a cock is just as fantastic as a pussy when it comes to sex.
There was some activity around us, and as near as could be seen and heard, all involving anal sex. Something my partner had an interest in when he turned, yet I simply wanted to continue kissing, which he easily agreed with.
