This Tuesday, arriving on a brightly blue winter day a few minutes after opening, the bathhouse felt empty as I paid, undressed, and drank my beer at the Internet PC. Surfing through a few preferred porn sites, then finding some Czech bathhouse porn by the guy that also does the Swingersakce series.
Of course my hand slipped down to my towel covered cock, unconcerned about anyone noticing. A bathhouse is a comfortable place to indulge in all sorts of male pleasures, reflected in the fact that the PC already had a row of links to a number of explicitly gay sex sites. A couple of which I have been reading since first discovering just how good anonymous sex with other men is, back in my gloryhole and porn theater days.
These days, my attention is fully oriented towards the baths, reinforced, oddly enough, by sauna visits with my wife. Getting naked with others is a real turn-on, even if sex is not to be expected. An indulgence my wife has no problem with, walking around naked as I watch. Leading to occasional surprises, such as her cumming in public, the pool's water jet perfectly positioned to get her off. Spreading her legs while holding off of the pool's stainless steel edge, knees level with it- Unable to stop herself from orgasming, naked, in a public place outdoors.
As customary, today I went downstairs first, taking a quick shower before entering the nicely heated water. The next couple of minutes were spent floating, eyes closed, relaxing, in the right rear section, legs spread.
At some point, another man entered the water, sitting in the section next to mine, directly across from the steps into the whirlpool. I had looked at his cock as he entered, meeting his gaze as he looked at mine in the no longer still water.
It took little time for my left foot to slide over his, soon rising underneath his leg, making him hold his breath in anticipation as my toes moved along his inner thigh. My right thigh felt his as he shifted closer to me, his hand pulling me against his leg, before it began to explore between my legs. My foot was rubbing against his sack and hardening cock when his fingers reached my shaft, just as my right fingers began to glide over his nipple.
Both of us were moaning, two bathhouse sluts luxuriating in mutual recognition, turned on and well aware that this was just the beginning of the afternoon. A wonderful fulfillment of what has made the baths an institution for thousands of years, where naked men can indulge themselves without sexual restraint, among other men sharing the same desires.
Like we were, as he pulled my leg over his, my outer thigh now rubbing against his stiff cock, as his hand began to slide along my hardening shaft, his other hand fondling my chest, before concentrating on my nipple. Men are generally predictable, as any repeat bathhouse visitor knows, spending their time among others who know that truth intimately.
My hand soon found his shaft. It was easy to guide him into facing me, his held cock exposed in the water. Both of his hands were on my sensitive nipples as I brought our cocks together, moaning, completely turned on as our cock heads met. A man who has never felt another man's hard horny cock against his own is not able to imagine just how fantastic it is, as addictively sexual as any woman's pussy. And so much more easily found.
We were cock to cock when he began to tongue my ear, his fingers still playing with my nipples. He let his spread legs float, focusing his balance along our joined shafts, my left hand beginning to roam along his ass cheeks as my mouth found his neck. My finger began to press against his pulsing asshole, then his teeth began to nip along my neck.
Such intensity, when not restrained, is not quite appropriate in a hot tub. He changed position, lifting my almost weightless body up by my cock, then turning me around, as if to position my ass to be fucked. Since I had no interest in such, it was easy to distract him from that goal. We continued to play for several more minutes, until the central fountain started, and I left the water.
At the showers, unable to resist from soaping my cock, I leaned against the curved wall, jacking off, soapy fingers caressing my ass and balls. No one was around, making it so much easier to just give in to the sensations.
