Thursday provided a rare opportunity to spend an entire late afternoon at the bathhouse, before meeting my wife at a public mixed sauna at 7pm.
I'd arrived a bit later than normal, but the number of visitors seemed small. Finishing my beer at the Internet PC, I'd noticed several men entering. Going downstairs, the whirlpool was empty, and the number of towels for people in the steambath seemed minimal.
Upstairs, I went to the darkroom, rapidly discovering another man stretched out. Having found his foot with a questing hand, then sliding it upwards along his leg and thigh, recognizing his welcoming quivers the nearer I grew to his cock. Putting my right knee on the platform, his hand found my towel covered mid-section. Sighing when he began moving over my inner thigh underneath the towel, easily touching each other's cock at the same time.
His cock was very soft, feeling small at first. It took a while for him to grow harder, especially as my attention wandered with him fondling my own now swelling dick. Becoming hard, he began to jerk forcefully, making me try to imitate the motion at his now somewhat harder cock. In part, because that might have been his preferred technique, and in part as a way to distract him, the pumping being right at the edge of clumsy roughness.
Bathhouse lovers come in a wide variety. Generally, my tastes run to a subtle and skilled style, reflecting something more than school-boyish enthusiasm or simple ineptness. Though not exactly yielding gentleness, oddly enough, that tending to be a female style, something that few men can match. Sex between men is best as equals, giving and taking freely. Even if the distinction between top and bottom is also part of what happens when men have sex, something apart from the abandoned sluttiness I love.
The stranger had attempted to play with my sensitive nipples several times, resulting in needing increasingly blatant efforts to convince him to stop if unable to do it differently. In compensation though, his cock had grown truly hard, impressively so. Getting men hard is one of the simplest pleasures bathhouse visitors can indulge in, being surrounded by so many available cocks.
Spreading the unwrapped towel near his, laying on my back, I had to deal with the black bag. After finding a couple of condoms, ensuring the camera remained within, and deciding to leave the poppers in their plastic bag, I returned to the unfolding joys of darkroom sex. Here, sight is not a distraction, enhancing the focus of pure lust. Being touched and kissed and caressed and fondled, without even a chance to know who is doing it. Doing the same in turn to them, a darkroom tending to be a place devoted to group sex, much like the dim steamroom.
We shifted positions several times. His leg pressed along my cock while thrusting against it, on the verge of cumming as I licked his nipple and jacked his gorgeous thick dick. Shifting focus by rolling over, thigh between his legs, my finger finding his hole as he started to thrust against me.
At some point, I took off my glasses, gathering and moving all my things further towards the back by touch - a process requiring a fair bit of concentration and attention, and creating a fair amount of noise.
Returning to our previous games, I felt a hand along my foot, feeling his reaction to the same happening thing to him, his cock twitching as the hand slid upwards along his leg, finding his balls as it began to touch my fingers. Of course, this new stranger's other hand was doing the same to me. Barely able control the reaction, wanting to do nothing but cum in a pure moment of perfect lust.
As a result of having almost cum, it was easier to guide the new man's head to my partner's cock, leading him away from mine. After enjoying several minutes more of naked contact with unknown men in the darkness, I collected everything, by touch alone. Glasses back on my nose, black bag filled and in my left hand, gingerly moving to the edge of the platform, aware of several men to my right.
Standing, one of them stopped me, his hand sliding over my skin, from hanging cock over my still sensitive chest. I could not stop from sighing at his exquisite skill as he started playing with my nipples. Of course, I'd responded, right hand finding and pleasuring his swelling rod, making him rigid. The sensation of his circling palm over my erect nipple was irresistible, making me stop in my tracks, deciding to return to the platform with him.
Something that turned out to be more challenging than expected, as the platform was more than a couple of steps distant. It was possible to remain in intimate contact, finally letting my bag out of my left hand, now free to play with chest, my tongue finding his neck. Beginning to lick his skin, another stranger's hands started running between my legs, on my cock. Someone else began rubbing my nipples, a sexual concerto that led to me barely controlling a mini orgasm.
My cock and clenching fist was wet after several delightful pulses from my balls. A wetness leading to my attention becoming centered on finding my towel. Breaking further contact, if only to stop from making a mess, pressing cotton against my sensitive cockhead, having just stopped from fully losing control in the dark.
Wandering away, I found the porn theater empty, and did a hit from my poppers. Breathing out at the top of the spiral staircase, I went to the whirlpool, seeing two men, neither of whom were interested in my presence. Noting that more than an hour had already passed. meaning that the time spent in the dark was likely around 45 minutes, even if it hadn't felt that way.
Back upstairs, returning to the darkroom, it was in its customary state - empty. The porn on the other side was uninteresting. Downstairs, I put everything but two condoms into my locker, holding my towel up as it threatened to slip. I only learned how to tie a towel here, unfortunately remaining an inept amateur at it ever since. At a public mixed sauna, I tend to simply hold my towel in front of my mid-section, as nudity is considerably less sexual in that context.
Going to the basement, the towel was whipped away after the second step, this being a proper area for nudity. There were a number of towels around, making it easy to head straight into the Turkish bath.
Sex was definitely going on around me as I went to the back, sitting on the bench and playing with myself, having touched a couple of cocks moving towards the back. Simply observing what was happening around me, jacking off, almost cumming several times as the scenes played out in the steamy dimness. Fleeting contact occurred, though nothing as seriously enticing as watching the sucking, kissing, and fucking going on.
For amusement, I tried to figure out how many cocks I'd already played with, deciding a half-dozen was probably an adequate answer. The darkroom not really being a place where keeping track of such details is easy, especially when a couple of horny men are playing with you. For those who have never experienced it, the pure male sluttiness of the baths can be difficult to grasp.
Finally, the heat caused me to leave, followed by standing under the rain showerhead to clean off before heading to the whirlpool. Involving only a bit of public jacking display in the meantime, luxuriously spreading the sauna's orange scented soap over my lengthening rod. Leaving the showers, the sounds indicated the bench jets were now active in the whirlpool. Stepping up, only one man was sitting in the bubbling water, somewhat left of center.
Entering a bit towards the right of center, it took little time for our exploring feet to cross. Exploration quickly grew into something else. Our legs spread, touching, my travelling leg rising, foot soon pressing against his balls, both of us obviously jacking off.
We soon began playing with each other's nipples, though his touch grew too hard. Much like before, though this was a distinctly different partner. Quite forward, starting to kiss me forcefully, making me yield to his desire, with minimal resistance. Kisses that grew intense, pleasuring each other, even as he took the lead, his hand replacing mine, sliding over me, bringing his hard cock against mine.
The whirlpool is where I allow myself to indulge in naked cock to cock fun, as a condom isn't practical there anyways. And because I love being cock to cock with a man too much to give it up at this point in my life, it seems a reasonable compromise, cum not being involved when in the water. Plus, water adds interesting enhancements, such as currents and rhythms only possible when floating.
