18 comments/ 260822 views/ 38 favorites Bathhouse Bang By: penisleeve It was an uninspiring entrance. All there was to indicate the location was a metal grill in a cement brick wall between shop windows. No sign, no indication of what lay behind the secure doorway, no target for those prejudice fools who inhabit every society. I pushed the metal door and it opened, a bell sounded it's electronic warning above my head somewhere and a small camera made a slight whirring as it focussed in on me as I entered. Behind the door was a narrow staircase leading up into the dim interior lit by blue globes set into the walls just below ceiling level. I ascended the stairs and found myself in the true entrance to The Sauna. This area was lit far brighter with palms either side of a shuttered window next to the main door, which lead into the club itself. A red button glowed next to the door and beckoned one to press it. I did. Another bell sounded beyond the window, which promptly opened to reveal a young Eurasian man. "Hello. Welcome to 565. Have you been here before?" he asked. "No I haven't" I replied. "Are you aware of what this place is and what takes place here?" He continued. "This is a private club." "Yes I am aware that this is a men only sauna." "Good. Entrance is $15 membership, which is refundable on leaving, $5 entrance and $4 locker hire. You get a towel, locker and complimentary lube and condom." He politely informed me. I paid the money, received the towel, key, lube and condom and entered through the door into the sauna. I found myself in a bar area with a large lounge to my right. A soft-core, gay porn movie was being projected onto the far wall of the lounge and a number of men of various ages, shapes and sizes were sitting around clothed only in towels chatting and watching the action on the wall. The host, a large man in his 60's led me through to the locker area and explained the rules and layout. I thanked him and taking a deep breath began to unrobe. As I bent to remove my boots I noticed an older skinny man leaning against the wall of lockers behind me openly inspecting me as I stripped. His cock was erect and tenting the towel about his waist. Although it only looked to be about 12cm long I shivered inwardly and continued undressing. As I got down to my G-string I bent from the waist giving the watcher a perfect view of my arse and balls as they were exposed. My cock stood against my belly, held hard and restricted by the cock-ring and ball stretcher I was wearing. I stayed bent over and placed the key about my ankle, slightly wiggling my arse. The watcher murmured something and adjusted his bulge and moved off through the entrance of the maze. I slipped my towel about my waist and after locking my belongings into the locker made my way into the dark entrance, which lead to the maze as the host had told me. I stopped just inside the doorway, the gloom robbing me of any worthwhile vision. Then the sounds came to my ears. A moan, gasps, groans, the sounds of men, impassioned and urgently exorcising the demands from their balls. The unmistakeable sound of skin slapping on skin, the tempo increasing with the urgency of the participants' lust until there would be a series of grunts and then release. The flooding into the rubber that coated the many hard cocks was palpable even if unseen. A hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality as someone, unseen in the gloom pushed past me. I was amazingly aware of his erection brushing past my arse and the feel of sweaty skin of his chest sliding across the skin of my back. I made my way cautiously into the maze. As my eyes became more accustomed to the light I saw sights I'd only imagined when pulling my cock. Men were sucking and fucking everywhere. Cocks poked through holes in the walls and men gratefully even hungrily swallowed them to the limit of the partition between them. I watched many couplings and gaped like the bathhouse virgin I was. But that didn't last long. Down one long dark corridor I found a dead end and made to leave it when there was suddenly an old man before me. He didn't say anything but pulled his towel open exposing a hard but disappointingly small cock. I sank to my knees and kissed his offering. It twitched and he groaned softly. Somewhere beyond the wall next to me someone gurgled a scream past something obviously deeply implanted in his throat. The old man before me grasped my head and pulled me into his groin. I excitedly open my mouth and felt a sweaty hard cock enter my mouth. It was glorious, manly, demanding and I revelled in my enforced debauchery. I licked and sucked and swallowed. He only lasted about 2 or 3 minutes before cumming and shooting my mouth full of semen until it dribbled down my chin and dripped onto my chest and cock that throbbed with excitement. As he released my head and I gasped air he pulled away leaving me suddenly unsupported and falling forward onto my hands, remaining there like the cheap cock hungry slut I was. Suddenly there was another body before me with another hard cock. I heard the old man say, "He's not bad. Swallows." Hands grasped the sides of my head and then a larger cock was in my mouth and I was being face fucked. He didn't wait to see if I licked or sucked he just shoved it deeply into my throat and while holding my head between his hands thrust in and out of my mouth bruising my lips and fucking me to his satisfaction. Even whilst this was happening I espied someone approaching down the corridor and suddenly a second cock was being pushed into my mouth. I nearly came, I was being ganged, or at least I was beginning to be ganged. The first man groaned and while pulling back sprayed cum all over my face and hair. He shook the last drops onto my face and hair and left the second man to fuck me. He continued to so for only a couple of minutes before he had me stand and turn around. I placed my hands against the wall and pushed out my arse offering him my most intimate hole. He didn't seem to care for niceties, whipped my towel off and just rammed into me. I groaned and the realisation of my noises joining the other sounds I'd heard made my cock twitch and my hole must have also because he groaned and told me I was a "Good little fuck." He then proceeded to hammer his cock in and out of my relaxing hole fully withdrawing with each stroke before plunging back in until his pubes groaned against my buttocks. He built up pace until he just flew in and out causing me to moan in passion and the sounds my slackening hole made as he slopped into me would have made me blush if I wasn't so excited that I was dribbling precum against the wall and praying he'd fuck me for hours. I was getting noisier and this attracted men who were soon standing about watching my sodomy. The man inside me exploded in a rush of sweat, thrusting and loud announcements of his intention to 'fill my guts with thick juice.' He did and lifted me off the floor pushing up against the wall with the energy of his final thrust into my bowels. I could feel him throbbing inside my body and then his cum squirting up inside my body. I realised he hadn't worn a condom and that I'd be carrying his load for the rest of the night. He pulled out and a gush of semen ran down my thighs. Then someone else was behind me. "You taking anyone?" I nodded, "Please." I begged, and another cock entered me as I braced against the wall in that dark corridor. This cock was bigger and I felt it enter me. I groaned and he grunted but didn't hesitate a second but kept plunging into me. I was ecstatic. I was being gang-banged! Although he lasted longer than the other two he all to soon also came and filled my bowels with semen which ram down my thighs when he pulled out leaving me standing lent against the wall panting, sweating, dribbling precum out of my steel hard cock and other men's cum out of an open arse. No one stepped up behind me and when I turned about I found the corridor empty so I made my way further into the maze where I could hear the sounds of plenty of action. I stopped in the shadows, short of a group of men who had lined up at both ends of a young small man. One man was fucking him in the mouth and one in his arse. There was a pool of opalescent semen beneath him reflecting the dim light and the sounds were that of very sloppy and well used holes. I was jealous. I continued to watch and gently stroke my twitching cock as the small man was thrust back and forward between the two men their cocks seeming to be a skewer, which he was being slid back and forth on. My mind raced, I'd only imagined such debauchery when stoned and beating my cock, now it was real! The two men fucking began to pound his holes and then the one in the arse stiffened and shoved his 6" erection fully in and held it there. I could see his arse cheeks twitching as he emptied his balls as deeply implanted as he could get. With a stationery target the other man went wild and just became a blur below the waist as he furiously pounded the open throat before him and soon joined his fucking partner, ejaculating hard and deeply into the young man who had just kept moaning throughout the action. They both pulled out at the same time and the youngster wobbled, about to sag to the floor but the next two in line took him by the hips and ears smoothly entered and were soon repeating the dose of male skewering he so seemed to like. A gush of semen spilled from his arse adding to the pool beneath him and almost making me cum. They also clearly enjoyed it, being more vocal than the last two and began calling him all sorts of filth. This seemed to excite all three of them and they began to fuck with even more abandon and noise than before. I let my cock bounce free before I shot my load everywhere and moved on, their collective sounds in my ears even above the background of lust that is the maze. I continued to explore the dark corridors finding glory holes, slings, bondage areas, a mirror room and even a motorcycle! I imagined being bent over the seat and routinely fucked by all who passed, but restrained my urges and kept on exploring. *** The Main lounge still had some 'soft' pron running and about a dozen or so men sitting about yarning, the two who'd just pulled out of the young man in the maze were having a drink at the bar and the one who'd fucked his mouth nodded towards me as I strolled past. I smiled, rather nervously and continued my exploration, my erection tenting my towel and leading the way. Of the two far doorways one lead to a video room where the screen showed two black guys spraying cum over each other, the contrast between their dark skins and juice making it all the more erotic. The other was the entrance to the 'private room' area and the movie room. I quietly moved on and watched some of the movie through the doorway. A group of men around a pool were joined in a sexual chain, each sucking and/or fucking as he was in turn fucked or sucked. A small group of men were spread along the tiered seating benches in various stages of sexual involvement, from watching the movie or other action to one who was lying back, legs over the shoulders of a man on the lower level sawing in and out of an offered arse with a huge thick cock. The cock involved was maybe 10" long and 2 ½" in diameter! I watched enviously as he sawed almost monotonously on in and out, in and out. The bottom obviously had experience because apart from an occasional stroke of his cock he watched the screen almost oblivious to the monster impaling him. I felt a hand on my towel covered arse and pushed back against it, offering myself. The hand slid under the towel and squeezed my cheek before a finger slid between my cheeks and into my sloppy hole. I tilted my hips to allow him better access and he pushed his finger fully in, then another was added. I kept watching the screen and the monster cock as my new partner slipped my towel off my hips, dropping it to the floor leaving me naked under the glow of the screen. A couple of the men turned to watch as the man behind me gently pushed me into the room in front of everyone. He sat on one of the few chairs in the room and pulled me back to sit on his lap. As I let him guide me down I felt a good size erection part my sphincter and slide deep into my bowels. I moaned quietly my gaze still fixed on the massive cock ploughing in and out just a couple of meters from me. On the screen the men in the daisy chain had began to cum and numerous orgasms were announced by groans and moans and splashes of thick white cum. The man I was sat on grasped my hips and forced me down fully impaling my on his cock and I realised how long it was. Maybe not ten inches but more than eight! He guided me up and down on his cock in a steady rhythm using me like a wank tool. I loved it. He began chewing on my shoulders and neck and murmuring filth in my ears as his passion rose along with his cock. He began to trust upwards into me as I fell and we were soon pumping with a rhythm that could only lead to another load of semen flooding my bowels, and that quite soon. My thighs began to burn and he began to take control, lifting me off and dropping me back onto his thrusting cock. The thrill of being a wank tool for a complete stranger, one I'd never even seen the face of was too much and I began to cum, shooting semen all over my thighs and balls. He never paused but kept using me for another five minutes before groaning and pumping another load into my rectum. I was left to sit upon his softening cock, my own still hard because of the cock-ring and stimulation. He eventually pushed me off but made me kneel before him and clean up the mess on his lap. The was more cum there than I'd ever eaten, but eat I did. I licked and sucked up every drop of the load of cum that had leaked out of my open hole and left his wonderful cock sparkling clean, pink and lengthening but he pushed me away before I could swallow even more so I got up and left the room, only remembering to collect my towel because another man slapped my bare arse. The corridors of the private room area were prowled by a small number of men but they didn't seem interested in a casual encounter in the hallway so I toured around until the cum running down my thighs made it necessary for me to go to the showers. *** The shower room was just an open space with four showerheads against the wall. I got under the water and dropped the soap. The reaction was wonderful. The man under the next stream of water pushed two soapy fingers up my offered arse. I pushed back and he quickly pushed in another. I stood up pushed my hole back along his fingers to the base. "You want more?" he asked. To which I only nodded. He placed his left hand on my shoulder and steadied himself and me. His fingers pulled out and then I felt his five fingers begin their trip inside. Groaned and heard others do likewise as I felt his knuckles enter my used, stretched anus. The thrill of a public fisting was too much and I began beating my cock harder than I had for ages. The earlier cum, cock-ring and fist stopped me from cumming but for ten minutes I was a fucking hand puppet to another complete stranger. He'd had enough and pulled out to fuck me full of his semen but I hardly felt his cock enter my gaping arse, so the thrill of being filled with another load was somewhat lost on me. When he'd cum I slumped to the shower floor and lay there for about a quarter of an hour before I'd recovered enough to stand up and shakily make my way to the lockers. My hole throbbed and I almost went home there and then but my stiff cock convinced me to re-enter the maze. *** I made my way to the glory holes and took a centre one with three holes. I was greedy, horny, needed it. I closed the door and dropped my towel and knelt to peer through each of the holes in turn. All three cubicles had occupants, but they were all occupied with other sluts so I watched until they'd got off and someone new came in. He was an older man with a small cock but it came through the hole and I began to suck. I ended up with my face pressed against the wall and my mouth wide open as he pumped into my throat until shooting so deep I didn't even get to taste it. Then I noticed two more cocks through the other holes and began to really enjoy the feeling of being skewered as I pushed my arse against one hole and my face against the opposite one. The two men came too fast for me but at least the Asians' cock in my mouth pulled out as he came and I was able to wipe his cream off my face and taste it! The one in my arse just pumped it in and shot as he did so, I didn't realise he'd cum until he pulled out and more semen ran down my thighs. Through the third hole I had been watched and another cock, quite impressive poked through so I wanked it and licked it until he shot all over my face and hair. Someone tried the door so I let them in and saw about five or six older men waiting outside. 'God I'm going to get gang fucked' passed through my mind and I shivered. The man who'd opened the door came in and had me stand up, I pushed my cock through the hole in the wall and he pushed his cock in my arse and fucked away. Someone the other side sucked my raging erection and pulled my balls. The man inside me pounded away until he was about to cum then pulled out and made me kneel and wank him onto my face. The next one came in and just pushed his cock into my mouth and forced me back into the corner of the cubicle. Pinned there he pumped into my open throat, talking constantly about what a filthy queer I was until he emptied his balls in my mouth. He made me hold it there and show him it on my tongue before I swallowed it all. I had been wanking two other cocks and suddenly one shot copious amounts across the floor just as the next man stepped into the cubicle and it splashed down his thigh. I licked him clean before he pushed my face against the centre hole and pushed himself up my arse. Two other cocks came through the side hole and I eagerly grasped them and began to wank. I was in slut heaven. Four cocks at once! They fucked my pinned holes until they'd cum and others took their places. I don't know how long I'd been there or how many strangers I fucked, sucked or wanked but I was exhausted by the time I was left to slide to the floor and no-one else came in. A couple of men looked in at me but I was such a mess they just shook their heads and left. Semen coated my body from head to foot and I lay in a puddle the size of the one I'd seen earlier under the young man getting it from both ends. That was it. I scrambled around to get on my knees and sat on my own fist. God it went in so easy! Then I jerked myself to orgasm, while licking the floor and wall clean. It was very late and the place was getting empty when I came to and pulled my hand out of my own arse. I staggered to the showers and got some of the layers of cum off before getting dressed and going back to my hotel. My arse throbbed, my balls ached, my sphincter and lips were chapped and swollen. I climbed into bed and after slipping a ten-inch vibrating dildo inside my hole I slipped into an exhausted sleep until woken by the room service the next day. What they thought of a naked man with a huge rubber cock up his arse I never found out but the whispers and sniggers as I left or entered the lobby over the next week said they all knew how I'd been found. The dope I'd had added to my disgusting behaviour but I realised that I really enjoyed being a mans plaything and have been back many times. I always let anyone do what they want and usually end up in a sling these days. I've had so many men up me I gape at the thought of anal and a fist makes me almost cum before it gets in. I use a tight cock-ring to make my erection last the night but it doesn't matter much as I like the feel of hard cock going into me more than anything. Bathhouse Bang I've been anally used by two at a time while two were in my face and I wanked another two. I've been gang-banged, fisted, pissed on and in and even tied down and had a couple of dogs fuck me at both ends. My wife rents me out as a party entertainment slut. Want some? Just push it in I'm always open. Bathhouse Basement Steamroom Sitting in blue-tinted fogged dimness, slumping against the smoothly tiled damp wall, spread legs keeping me from sliding further down along the slick surface of the bench, my condom covered cock was being driven to the edge of exquisite pain and overwhelming pleasure by the biting of a kneeling stranger. A man whose own covered cock I had been sucking a couple of minutes before, kneeling on the wetly slick floor as he stood, the third man watching, sitting at the end of bench of that section of the steambath. Another naked couple was further back in this section, unseen in the darkness. Where only the sounds of greedy slurping could be heard, sounds which all of us recognized, and which all of us had been sampling. This was my first visit to the male only sauna in easily six weeks, and the third time since the old mid-level steambath was taken out of operation on Dec. 31, 2009. The larger, differently designed replacement steambath was in the basement, which also contained a glass walled dry sauna, a still too cool and too energetically fountaining and bubbling whirlpool, and an L shaped area, with rain like shower heads, to wash off before entering the whirlpool, or now, to clean off after coming out of the steam. The first couple of visits in 2010 within the new steamroom had not been completely satisfying, the differences in lighting, lay-out, and interaction creating a certain nostalgia for the former, somehow more intimate and easier to cruise area. A place where hard cocks were easily enjoyed, leading to ever more cocks growing hard. A place where group sex was familiar, after learning the layout and dynamics of horny naked men in a steamy dim space. Riding my motorcycle following an extended period of snow and ice, a familiar eagerness led me to enter at just after 2pm, the earlier opening time on a weekend. Quickly changing, then ordering and finishing my now standard beer at the bar area, wearing nothing but the provided towel and carrying a small black cloth bag with a couple of condoms and a bottle of classic Rush poppers, I walked downstairs. The whirlpool was a bit warmer than previously, but still too cool after sitting in it for a bit. Exploring the still warming and empty steambath, I didn't bother to do more than wander through the areas which interest me, noting that the bench row at the rear of the space now had rough areas, unnoticed before when sitting there. One of the most erotic aspects of the older steambath was the feel of the bench surfaces - an incredible mixture of smoothness and slipperiness, with a certain liquid friction, the obvious result of men sweating and getting off on that surface for years. A strangely thrilling connection to all the other men who had got off playing with sweaty naked strangers. Like the last time I was there, a month before the old steambath closed, cumming with a man sucking me off, his kneeling wide spread knees framing his moving head, my hands on his short, wet black hair, pumping, his lips moving up and down my shaft. I had managed to put a condom on myself at some point as the two of us, then the three of us, then the five or six of us, got hard, stroking and kissing and licking and rubbing. None of the cocks I had stroked had been covered, which is more than acceptable for everyone involved, particularly me, as the feel of a man's cock is really thrilling. This sort of unstoppable group sex is intoxicatingly irresistible, and this time, I was completely satisfied cumming in a sucking man's mouth without wondering about the other cocks I had already seen him sucking, not to mention all the cocks he had enjoyed in the past. This remains a reality of visiting such an inviting establishment - sex, of almost any type men can enjoy with each other, is completely at hand, and condoms are rarely involved. The reasons are clear enough - it is a bother, especially as things start to move, there is no desire to pause to get a condom, and sex without a condom offers sensations that a condom dull or prevent - like hot cum filling a man's eager mouth. And that last time in the old steambath, after orgasming, totally empty, my cock still three quarters hard, the condom's end full of hot cum, someone wanted my cock in their ass, his hand circling my almost too sensitive shaft, positioning it as he wriggled his ass down while still sucking someone standing in front of him, while the sitting man on the other side stroked a hard cock angled down towards the floor. Someone I had already been stroking as he sucked off another man, one I had already made hard, caressing his nipples and kissing his neck and jaw and ears while playing with still another man's cock. However, I was completely drained after such an intense orgasm, and spending so much time in the heat. In retrospect, though it would have been another level of group sex to fuck a man's hot ass after just cumming in another one's mouth, I just couldn't handle anything but placing my hand on his ass, making it clear that I was done, then leaving after a couple of more minutes of totally relaxed sitting, as the group continued to get each other off. In the new steam bath, there is an inbuilt shower, in its own curved private alcove. This is not one of the attractive features, after having a bit of experience with it. The idea is attractive, but the execution has a number of undesired details - such as the sound of the streaming and splashing water, or how the water temperature cycles, or the lack of any way to control the stream's flow or direction. It is more jarring than tempting, at least to me, taking a lot away from the comfortable feeling of the older sauna space, with its general stillness. The dark curving passages behind and around the shower space make the new steamroom larger, though the fairly narrow corridor across from the door which leads to the rear along the other side of the shower is not optimal in my eyes - contact is almost unavoidable, though not desired. This provides a space for a certain type of bathhouse visitor to more or less fondle anyone moving by, desired or not. As had happened to me when entering the area the first time, as a man slid his ass against me. Or when leaving the last visit, in a whimsical mood after having watched one man suck off three cocks at the same time, playing with my hard cock, especially when one of the sucked men would let a hand drift over the ass of a man next to him, or bend to lick a nipple or ear. Sometimes, as a kind of distraction when the foursome got too hot, I turned my head to see a man getting sucked off while leaning against the wall, a squatting man moving rhythmically underneath him, his hand sliding against a hard nipple. I had jacked off the entire time, but then left, not having cum on the bare floor, which still seems somehow a bit unnecessary considering how clean the sauna truly is. After walking by a couple of other men, now at the narrowest section of the passage way, I reached for someone's almost hard cock, a certain flirtiness bubbling over my normal, more reserved, manner. In return for copping a feel of a stranger's cock while sauntering by, I was hit by an openly clenched hand, firmly, though without rancor - making me chuckle while moving on, now reflecting on the truth that maybe it had been a bit over the top, even if I personally wouldn't have cared that much. After all, maybe he just wanted to watch, and simply grabbing someone's pretty stiff cock is not exactly an unambiguous gesture, one that can also be rude. Not that I have ever minded that much, till now. For this current visit, in response to that parting interaction, I had certain plans in mind, even though during the first quarter hour there, the bathhouse was basically empty. This did make taking a couple of hits from my little yellow bottle uncomplicated, but also a bit disappointing, especially as my mood grew sluttier, without any real opportunities to indulge. Returning to the steam room for the 3rd time, or maybe the 4th, things now getting a bit harder to track, I sat down on a smooth stretch of the bench, left ankle on right knee, hand modestly placed over my horny cock. Several men wandered in and out, including a few with sandals that squeaked as they walked. The reason behind wearing sandals is understandable, though at times, they are just out of place, especially when noisy. Those visitors remained as uninterested in each other as I in them, meaning nothing really happened in the heat, even as the sweat started to form on my skin in the heavy dampness. Still sitting alone in the middle of the bench, a couple of other men wandered in, each going in a different direction after having spent a couple of moments looking towards one another near the brighter entrance area around the glass paned entrance door. And, at least to my dark adapted eyes, lacking my glasses, seeming to grow at least half hard, hands straying down for a quick couple of strokes. Their not quite random paths led to them meeting in the dark area at the back, and it was obvious enough that they both knew why that was happening. I started to fondle my cock a bit more, letting my imagination roam, thinking about what they could be doing together in the dark, naked skin and erect cocks wanting to share in the variety of games men can play. The pleasure was growing enough that I didn't feel any need to interrupt my motions as the door opened a couple of more times, letting in enough light each time to easily see my hand at my cock. The first man in had sat near to me, crossing his legs. I didn't really glance over at first, but when the second man came in, the light was enough to tempt my gaze to his crotch, where a cock much like mine was starting to grow. The second man stood across the space facing the bench, a couple of yards away, easily watching both of us as his right hand began to move towards his own thickening length. In turn, my own reactions to what was happening led my hand begin openly playing with my hardening cock. Stroking myself, I looked over to see the man next to me seeming to do the same thing, his own hand between his legs while his attention was clearly directed towards my own cock and heavy balls. Making me start to show off more in the low light, which was enough for our now adapted eyes. The standing man kept moving his own hands over his cock, with at least a pretense that covering himself was the real goal of why his hands were pressing his nicely sized cock down against his thigh. In the background, the faint noises coming from the rear were starting to make me really horny, especially with two other naked men nearby. The sound of a man sucking another reached our attention, even if neither of them had actually seen the two men go to the back. The standing man, now at least 3/4 erect, moved across the room, edging against the wall across from the entrance door. He then moved into the darkness, leading me to start playing with my own lengthened cock. Looking over again, I watched the first stranger rise, his hard cock swinging, who also slowly moved towards the area where it was plain that at least one man's cock was being sucked. Waiting long enough for him to also enter the obscuring dimness at the back, I rose with a condom in my left hand. This was the opportunity for me to approach another naked horny man, and then go down on his hard cock. Just as I had been thinking about for weeks. My own quiet steps brought me near to a naked man leaning against the wall, and turning and leaning back, the sounds of cock being sucked was plain, even if the action was utterly obscured in the black corner at the back end. My cock kept demanding more attention, swelling with anticipation, the stroking edging me closer to actually cumming. As a diversion, of a sort at least, I let my left hand slide slowly to the man next to me, my finger lightly touching his thigh. He didn't seem to react, enough of an invitation to allow my hand to wander a bit further. Matched by my right hand pressing my cock down, a wave of lust starting to build, knowing just how easy sex in a steamroom can be. When his own hand moved to touch my thigh, it also kept going, lightly trailing through the hair along my inner thigh, then upwards to the curlier hair underneath my balls. By now, again mindlessly stroking my cock, my fingers had found his own fairly flaccid member. Which I made hard over the next couple of minutes. His own hand started pumping me, though I had to have him stop, as the feeling was so good, bringing me to the edge of cumming again, stiff and horny. Which he didn't seem to mind, with me focusing on his jutting cock. He moved, putting one leg up on the bench, to the right of where the other member of our forming trio sat, playing with his erect cock, legs quite openly spread, balls tight, his ass in shadow against the bench, clearly as horny as we had become. Kneeling before the cock above me, I opened the condom and put it on him. My technique is pretty simple, without any expressed complaints. After determining which way the condom unrolls, I slide the end of it over the end of a hard cock, starting to suck as my mouth follows the condom down, the covered surface increased by my moving fingers, using the lubrication from the condom to help keep everything slippery and turned on. About two thirds down, he reached down to get more actively involved, which is always sexy. Especially as I had pretty reached the deepest I could take his cock into my hungry mouth. The other cock sucking couple remained quite loud in the dark, and now, beginning to suck a man off on my knees, it was simple to imagine the two other naked men, enjoying the same pleasures we were. By now, I was pumping my hard length, eyes closed, lost in the pure animal pleasure of sucking a man off, having never said a word. Just like my fantasies over the weeks between visits, entrancing fantasies created while jerking off. Sex between men is really simple, a simplicity at the core of its attraction to me. Along with knowing that the sitting man also playing with his dick while I kept sucking a cock off right in front of him, appealing to a certain desire to show off when someone else can't stop themselves from watching. My eyes were closed, and the desire in my mouth kept growing, in both senses. He started to move as I kept taking him as deeply a s possible, listening to the other men in the dark, knowing they were doing the same thing as us. Even if no words are spoken, certain sounds are universal in a situation like this. I was beginning to add to volume level in the steam, my own sucking growing louder as my wet mouth started to bob, lips sealed against his shaft. Such total sluttiness is one of the purest pleasures a bathhouse offers, especially as it is a very broadly shared trait among those who visit. Now, it almost brought me to the brink of cumming, making me stop stroking myself, especially as the other sounds of cocksucking grew louder, along with a recognizable slapping rhythm from close at hand. After a number of minutes of having a stranger's turned on cock between my lips and swirled by my tongue, sliding the smooth bulb of its cockhead against my cheek, flicking its head against my teeth, I had to move, my knees and back somewhat stiff after being completely focused on giving him head. My cock sucking rhythm started slowing, and he moved a bit further along the wall, making me shift closer to the sitting man. Who now drew my gaze, his cock erect, a nice bush of curly hair spreading between his open thighs. Starting to suck again, knowing just how sloppy my blow job was becoming as my cock stiffened for at least the third time, the feel of a hand sliding over my nipple was entrancing. As it continued to extend its range around my chest, the man I was sucking began to slump, as the third man's other hand arrived at another erotic destination. This being the standing man's ass, making him turn a bit against my mouth, providing easier access to the questing fingers. Fingers that clearly demonstrated their skills as the cock in my mouth grew harder and more insistent in its motion. Though utterly without words between us, it was clear we had drifted close enough to begin seriously enjoying one another freely, each of us knowing that the other two were equally skilled and interested in the same things. Coincidentally, we were all roughly the same size, a fact we had seen each others noting before - well, along with noting the horniness that results from seeing a naked jutting cock being sucked into another man's mouth. Or watching a hard cock being fisted in a naked man's grip. At some point, I reached out to the sitting man's crotch, feeling his unshaved pubic hair against my seeking fingers, which began sliding over his sweaty balls. The temptation to suck him was growing, but having only brought in one condom into the steamroom from my bag outside, I took a break from the action, muttering 'condom - need ... condom' a couple of times before exiting the steam room to get another comdom from the towel rack against the wall. I was trying to hurry, though attempting to remain at least somewhat modest in such an aroused state, my hard cock obvious to anyone glancing my way. And at least a couple of the men in the area, from those coming down the staircase to those sitting in the glass walled dry sauna, and one in the shower area, couldn't avoid noticing how horny I was. At least, it seemed that way to me, even as I funbled for a condom to bring it back inside with me. A not so subtle indication of what was going on inside. Returning to the enveloping warmth as quickly as possible, I took the slightly longer route to where the other two had been, giving whatever privacy the first pair may have still wanted after hooking up in the steambath. My cock became hard quickly when I saw how the still sitting man was getting his cock sucked, a scene that made putting on the condom simple, followed by my sitting down on his left. After only a moment, the sheath fully covering my shaft, the kneeling man moved to my cock, taking it voraciously. My right hand reached out to the well lubricated cock next to me, starting to stroke it firmly as my own cock was taken into paradise, a paradise that quickly tested my will. Seeing the man kneeling in front of me, his mouth sliding down, a sense of power flowed through me, until sharp sensations around my cockhead began, driving my cock into uncharted realms, helpless to react. Only as they continued, still on the edge of my ability to withstand them, did it become clear he was using his teeth as more than a simple accessory. No one had ever done it like this before, even as my cockhead craved the intensity of sensation. Actually biting, making me incredibly hard, balancing between heights of pain and pleasure. Surrendering myself, I began to moan - ' fuck yeah ... fuck ... men are ... fucking ... men fucking ... so good ... suck me....suck me....' Luckily, he began to slide me deeper into mouth, still moaning, as I really couldn't stay balanced between such extremes. Even with the latex dulling the effects, there comes a point when the pleasure is masking accurate pain, as the pain just adds to the intense pleasure. With my right hand, I kept stroking the hard and still wet cock of the man sitting next to me, getting even more turned on as my hand glided on the slipperiness left by the man now deep throating me. As the glorious cock sucking continued, my grip would often slacken, or even stop at times. A hand began rubbing my right nipple, the sensation slowing my hand again, though squeezing more firmly, trying to make up for my inability to move my circled fingers as all my concentration was drawn to focusing on how good my hardening nipple felt. After a moment, another hand started lightly pinching my left nipple. The slow realization grew that two naked strangers, whose gorgeous cocks were as horny as mine, were pleasuring me. When a hand glided down from my nipple to between my thighs, I couldn't help but open them a bit for better access to my balls and ass. Again, I was unable to stop myself from moaning when a finger began to circle the rim of my wanting hole. Bathhouse Basement Steamroom My hips were beginning to thrust, pushing my cock deeper into a stranger's mouth, making it easier for another finger to start touching my ass, a finger belonging to the man sucking my cock, his palm now cradling my tight sack. There was no way for me to stop from cumming, my cock pumping, my ass opening and closing as it was played with. Completely at their mercy, there was no way to stop myself, and no need. In the shadows, other naked men were drifting, occasionally growing near, but we were completely involved as a threesome. Not that the attention wasn't having an effect on me, adding to the pure male bliss. A bliss now swelling into unstoppable orgasm, being sucked and finger fucked just like in the gay porn mags that had turned me on so much in my 20s. My hand was still on the other sitting man's hot cock as he raised his leg, putting it over my thigh, opening my legs still wider, his skin moving against mine. We were all sweaty, the moisture becoming a sheen of sensation. An effect which didn't quite explain why my ass felt so good as a finger went deeper while another continued circling the rim. The only thing that occurred to my scattered thoughts was that the saliva from the man's sucking mouth had reached my ass, making it easy to slide a finger or two into me. Through the fog of lust, the sharp nipping at the end on my cock reminded me how completely I had surrendered myself to another's power to make me cum so good, the bites and pumping pulses of cum combining into pure ecstasy, my tightening and loosening ass being played with by two naked men. My wordless moans kept getting louder, a trait I'm unable to control when getting off, even if everything around me is quiet. A trait which often does seem to inspire the efforts of those causing it, as was happening again. Completely drained, I just sat slumped, my cock sinking, barely able to take the condom off with my left hand. After a minute or two watching the previously kneeling man get sucked by the other sitting man, the condom still covering his cock as a second man gave him head, I stood unsteadily. Before leaving, my hands gently trailed over both of their bodies, a simple gesture of gratitude while still trying to turn them on, one hand playing with the standing man's nipple, and the other on the sitting man's. After leaving, I threw out the condom at the container near the entrance, then stood under the closest shower, letting the water pour over me, trying to keep my hair dry for the ride home - not simple with a large rain producing shower head and my desire to completely soak myself in the cooling water, washing the sweat and cum off. I did a pretty thorough job, since I still had enough time, and everything seemed as expected. Going to work for a few hours after enjoying my visit, it was only when I pied that I noticed four small marks near the eye of my cock, in a straight line. Over the next couple of days, they spread and blurred, making me wonder about the first hickey my cock had ever experienced. I'm still not sure that another is something I could withstand, especially if my wife noticed.