1 comments/ 47644 views/ 0 favorites Bathhouse Afternoon Opening By: glory_first More than 5 weeks had passed since my last visit, causing my sense of timing to be a bit off. Not only due to eager anticipation, which at times had me riding far too fast, but also due to enjoying a good smoke before leaving. On weekends, the bathhouse opens at 2pm, and parking the motorcycle around 1:50pm meant hanging around for at least a couple of minutes. The bath house opening hours keep me from visiting more often, which is fortunate, since its attractions are impossible to resist, particularly considering how utterly the reality of what happens there replaces pale decades old speculation of what really open group gay sex means. Though balanced with decades long knowledge of its challenges - apart from the very first visit last fall, I ensure that condoms are always available, if not always precisely when needed, a fact leading to a few missed opportunities that aren't really the sort of missed opportunity that bothers me in the least. Self-discipline isn't too hard in my later 40s, even if the attraction of such male to male sex in middle age has overwhelmed the caution of my youth, a revealing reversal in itself. I truly could care less if anyone finds out, at least when actually getting off - and since all the men there share the same basic interests, there is little worry of any of us exposing what goes on, except when we can't help ourselves from being participants, revealing our shared lust to those best suited to increase and appreciate it. Though on the other hand, the simple fact that it was almost impossible to restrain myself until an opportunity arose to spend an afternoon at such a sauna certainly indicated that a focused self-discipline isn't the same as being able to keep myself from getting off with a group of naked strangers whenever the chance arises. The bath house experience is truly irresistible, and now, I know why so many were closed in the earlier 1980s, around the time I had first read about them. Which was also the time I had bought my first gay porn mags, always picking those with threesomes or groups. The same time I was buying Rush to get off with my first girlfriend. The same girlfriend that rimmed me after reading about it in the Joy of Gay Sex, having me lay on my back, legs lifted to spread over my head, giving her total access to my ass, which she then tongued, a heavenly sensation. Ringing at the entrance, my new black helmet in hand (since unlike all my older helmets, it doesn't fit in my saddlebag), I knew this was still probably a couple of minutes too early, then paying admittance and getting a locker key went quickly, ended by opening the door for the next visitor, a heavy set man probably in his mid-20s, with a baseball cap. Sitting at the bar, the cold beer was a nice accompaniment to simply looking around, the sun pouring into the space. The day was nice, if not quite warm and still enough to enjoy spending time at the local nude lake, as I had told my wife, who had something scheduled for that afternoon with her choir. Everything was gleaming, as another person finished cleaning the glass door to the outdoor area, with its small bubbling fountains and greenery, a couple of recliners, along with a discrete roof arrangement to preserve privacy from the apartment buildings in the area. I was the only customer sitting at the bar at this point, along with the one staff person in his customary white shorts and t-shirt, and a couple of other men in street clothes, including the person doing the last cleaning. About half finished with my beer, I turned around to see that the free Internet PC was being used by the man I had opened the door for. I upstairs, which was empty except for one man stroking his erect cock in the porn theater area, his towel on the broad bench. I watched for a bit, but the porn on the screen held no appeal at all. Of all the areas in the bath house, the theater room somehow remains the least appealing in general to me, though it is well designed, with three broad tiers of 'seating,' providing lots of comfortable space to get off with other men. I went to the now expected to be empty darkroom, then into one of the private rooms to do a first hit of poppers, another more than nostalgic vice. Technically, today's not so little brown bottle contained a mixture called Jungle Juice, but the effect is essentially the same, especially considering how the contents have evolved over the years. Breathing out, then going down to spiraling steps to the basement, I looked in at the whirlpool. With a small but very recent bandaged cut on my big toe, I had already decided that a jacuzzi experience was not really desirable, but the excessively bubbling fountain again convinced me to avoid the place on own its merits. I walked into the steamroom, which was empty. And surprisingly dry, compared to my last experience entering it around opening. After a few minutes, it was fairly clear that on this sunny early fall Sunday, my timing had been a bit off. Going back upstairs to the bar, I ordered a second beer, knowing that this meant spending at least another hour here before riding home. And also only the second time that I had done this - getting drunk is not smart when riding, and equally so when getting off with a group of turned on strangers. Emptying the glass, the same guy was still at the Internet PC, so I went back upstairs, did another hit from my little brown bottle, now returning to the basement steambath. That was still empty, and still fairly dry without being too hot. A quite enjoyable experience, much more like a truly hot and humid southern day in Virginia or Alabama, particularly the feel of the cool bench and wall compared to the heat of what the steam bath would possess soon enough. After a while alone, I stepped back outside, rewrapped my towel, put on my glasses, grabbed my black bag with the condoms and jungle juice bottle, and went up the spiral staircase, then walked outside. I enjoy being nude, and wearing nothing but a towel in 'public' feels almost unbearably nude in a way that actual nudity doesn't. Much more erotic, much like the way that several older girlfriends have talked about when going out without panties while wearing a skirt. A feeling I knew to be real at the time, having played with a truly sopping wet pussy, or seeing the wetness left where they had been sitting in public, after having already enjoyed their scent. By now, feeling really horny, the bathhouse still seemed fairly empty, even after going upstairs again and seeing a couple of towel clad men in the corridors. Doing another hit, my thoughts returned to cocksucking. Re-entering the basement steam bath, it was still empty, though growing warmer and damper. However, the distant sound of the entrance chime was becoming more constant, and as the sauna was not yet really at its designed temperature range, remaining in the steam was not a problem. The bench and wall were no longer cool, but neither had they yet turned hot. The steambath door opened and closed a couple of times, the visitors remaining uninterested, leaving quickly, except for one tall older man, who coughed as he walked unsteadily over the area. Not everyone visiting a male only sauna is a potential partner for hot sex, regardless of what they might desire, even as it remains a public space. By now, the steaminess began to reach its normal level, leading me to go back outside to use the rain like shower to cool off a bit - till now, the heated dampness hadn't made me break a real sweat. Drying off, then going back upstairs to do yet another hit of Rush seemed a good way to spend another few minutes, knowing that the steam room was very likely to be more crowded when I returned, the Rush making me even hornier. Entering the dark wetness for the third time, feeling incredibly slutty, there were at least a couple of people in the sauna, which had reached its traditional Roman condition of thick steam and constant but not overwhelming heat. I sat in the better lit public area, unlike the last two times at the rear bench, several men entering after me, one coming close to where I sat, left leg crossed over right knee, my hand stroking my half erect cock discretely. His hand was also between his legs, and as he turned to walk back towards the dark area at the rear, my interest was already growing. As was his, apparently. Rising as he turned back, I now moved towards him, then stood still as he took the last couple of steps to close the distance, reaching out to touch along my thigh. Of course, we both already had our hands on our own cocks, and we were both obviously interested in the same things, even as the details were being explored. My left hand reached out to slide over his chest, which was well covered with straight black hair, and a gold chain discernible in the low light of this section of the sauna. By now, we were both hard, and he stroked along my shaft, making me moan. My hand slid down along his luxurious dark, uncurled fur, reaching his cock, more on the small side of average, though its hardness was impressive. Which suited me just fine, since till now, I have had real problems taking even a normal size cock deeply into my mouth. The fogged over glass door spilled more light as it opened and closed at least a couple of times while we began to get each other even harder, not caring about how public our games might be. The apparent fact that being so explicit added to our mutual enjoyment wasn't necessary to make public, apart from the unstoppable action we indulged in. In some ways, I remain quite shy, but showing off also has a real appeal, one that makes my cock really turned on. And in a bathhouse, this isn't exactly an unusual trait, as a number of the visitors obviously enjoy the same effect. By now, he was more than hard enough for me to suck off without him being able to want anything but my mouth sliding down his hot shaft, though his stroking was making it very difficult for me to actually concentrate on getting the condom wrapper open. Especially when a third man drew close, then reached out and started to stroke my nipple. Unable to focus on more than two things at once, I gave up dealing with the condom, and reached over towards the other man's cock. Looking over, the new stranger was much paler than the other man, quite a bit younger, though roughly the same size and build. However, I had been a bit too slow, and after feeling the other man's hand already moving along this new and quite well sized cock, I reached down and started sliding my palm against his smooth balls. As the new man's hand gripped my cock, my right hand slid up against the hairy man's chest, starting to play with his erect nipple as the third man began to play with both of our hard cocks. When the door opened again, the new man broke contact from us, retreating a bit towards the dark, providing enough of a pause for me to finally open the condom, going to my knees in front of my first hard cock of the afternoon. Sliding the latex sheath over the cock so temptingly near, my mouth could hardly resist going down on his cockhead, though the condom had not unrolled past the flared ridge of his now quivering rod. My lips met the curled ridge of the condom, becoming an active part of unrolling it over his fully erect length, as he began to moan and thrust his hips deeper into my waiting and wanting mouth. Squatting in the dark, my own hand was playing with my turned on cock, when a hand reached down to again stroke my nipple, forcing moans around the cock filling my mouth. This remains the most exciting game at this point in my life, something impossible for me to not surrender to. Playing with my cock when having my nipple played with has turned out to be completely addictive. Whether done by my wife, or when associating it with gay sex - since first seeing it in those decades old gay group sex magazines. Not to mention having it be associated with the first time I jacked off in public in a gay movie theater area, followed by sitting down and getting sucked by a total stranger in public. Which just confirmed something that had always been tantalizingly obvious - men really get off on getting each other off. As was again happening, as the three of us began to settle into a comfortable tableau, at least in my eyes - me on my knees sucking a man off, with the other man behind him, his stiffening cock and balls being massaged by both of us. But when the door opened again, the third man moved away, though remaining barely in reach of my hand. In large part because of how I was holding him by his balls while still going down on the other man. When the new visitor walked towards the rear and could no longer see us, it was simple to guide the third part of our threesome back close. His reaction to the door opening was unusual, but at least somewhat understandable - that neither I nor the hairy man cared about being so obvious didn't mean that everyone is so casual about getting off in public, My hand took advantage of his again moving near us to slide along his cock, which was now really very large - a surprisingly erotic realization. Though it wasn't really the largest I had ever felt, its massive dimensions almost tempted me to try to put my mouth around it, in part motivated by the beer which was now providing its enjoyable sexual dimension to what was going on. My stroking appeared skilled enough to keep him from again moving into the darker area, possibly because the other man had used this pause to open one of the sauna's free packages of lube and spread it over his hand and the cock I was stroking. As the second man's hand started spreading the lube, my own hand returned to gliding over a pair of now tightened balls, allowing me to focus more attention to sucking the rigid cock filling me, my tongue swirling over its head. And letting my left hand again trail upwards over the thick hair of the man I was kneeling in front of, eventually finding his nipple, making him sag and moan. Leading him to start twisting my erect nipple gently, the lube changing the sensation as he kept squeezing me almost to the point of cumming while I pumped my cock and sucked him deeper. Loudly and wetly, as always happens after getting so turned on. I could hear murmuring, then felt a hand gliding over mine, still covering and pressing against a hard nipple. The words became clearer after slowing my hungry sucking, and they were a bit surprising - 'bear - you are a real bear - my bear.' Words in the steambath were rare enough, but the very idea of someone being a bear was interesting, especially since I certainly hadn't thought of him that way. Nonetheless, it wasn't wrong, and as the words continued to flow, the pale stranger moved behind the black haired man. The words themselves were having an effect that the simple recognition of how hirsute he was hadn't - compared to couple of men encountered back when visiting a porn theater, he wasn't anything unusual, but spoken words can go very far in making my cock really hard, transferring this heat to my mouth's own aroused efforts. Efforts likely leading to his shifted position, as he began to moan again. It was impossible not to keep stroking myself, each stroke ending at the most sensitive area underneath my completely turned-on cockhead, giving a public blow job to a man who was almost definitely being penetrated by the very well endowed man behind him. Being fucked by a slippery cock whose shaft didn't even allow my fingers to close around it when I had been sliding my hand along its length. The bear was helpless front and back, and undoubtedly loving what we were both doing to him. After a minute or two, the door opened again and stayed open for a while, spilling its brighter white light as a couple of new visitors entered, leading the rear man to again pull back and again head towards the dark. By now, the heat was starting to be very noticeable, so I rose, and then moaned as the first man's still slippery hand began to move along my cock. When his tongue started licking my nipple as he bent slightly, I looked around, my eyes now completely adapted to the dimness. A new man stepped closer, his cock already hard, reaching up to play with my other nipple while my hand began to explore its third hard cock of the afternoon. Keeping my eyes open against the pleasure was difficult, but after turning my head, I saw that the massively endowed man had again stopped in a place almost precisely balanced against the light and dark, as if the dark was also to be avoided. I had never experienced anyone so skittish before. He seemed to know what he wanted, but at the same time, didn't want anyone else to know who wasn't directly involved. Or so it seemed to me, thinking he may have only visited a couple times till now. Which could also explain the avoidance of the darkness - either known or unknown, what it hid was generally more extreme - and enticingly available - than anything which happened in this area. On the other hand, there is always a first group in the sauna, and this Sunday, we three, well four actually, were the ones. At least a couple of other men were in the area, hands on their cocks. The basic reason for leaving the heat remained valid, so regretfully, I started to move away. Not quickly, but with a certain resolution - especially considering the two fairly quick beers at the bar making the heat a bit more threatening, much the same way they would riding. But as then the skittish man returned, just in reach of my outstretched fingers, sliding over his nipple as he again slid into the bear's waiting ass, I stayed a bit longer. However, already a bit removed from the action, a few thoughts arose. Like how I needed to wait until around 3:30pm to leave to be safe riding home. Or how good it was to have used a condom, because any man being fucked with a bare cock, regardless of how fantastic it must have felt, was being even dumber than someone riding without a helmet or after drinking a couple of quick beers. Self-discipline isn't that hard when it involves concrete situations. My thoughts also turned to what that meant for the man with the truly large cock - I had been incredibly tempted to suck it, though my lips only touched it a couple of times when he was close, before any lube was spread over along its pale skin. Its size, much like of the man at the gloryhole a few weeks ago, meant that no standard condom was going to be tolerable after getting hard, a concern which I felt lucky not to share. Still moving towards the door, I saw that the man I had been sucking had taken off the condom, holding it his hand. It wasn't my problem, but it demonstrated another reason condoms are something that tend to get in the way of hot sex, especially in a place like this. My cock was still obviously hard walking out, a state that no longer bothers me - it is possible to leave fairly discretely, neither showing off nor hiding just how hot the steamroom was. The third shower area of the four showerheads in the basement's L layout was still dry, and I saw that the clock over the steamroom door said 2:45pm. I had been here for less than an hour, and still had a fair amount of time to spend at a minimum. Thus making soaping my cock an interesting experience while letting the water cool me, knowing that after finishing here, I would be going back into one of the most erotic areas I have ever experienced. I made a fast entrance into the steamroom from the shower, cock in hand, opening and then closing the door quickly. After a few seconds, my eyes registered a threesome near where I had been before. Stepping closer, it became apparent that the black haired man was still being fucked - and that the man fucking him was also being fucked by the man whose cock had been the last I played with. Considering my previous experiences with all three cocks, I didn't hesitate to step near them. Standing next to the man in the middle, already knowing how skittish he was, it was unfortunate that the door opened then, as he moved away, interrupting their primal rhythm. Bathhouse Afternoon Opening Feeling a touch responsible for the disturbance, I decided it was time to explore a few other possibilities, and do another hit or two of Rush. Downstairs, there is the shower area, a glassed wall, three tier dry sauna for easily a dozen men laid out on their towels, the door to the steamroom right of the stair case, and the whirlpool area, which is monitored by video, according to a sign. Which also makes good sense, actually - it is deep enough and private enough to drown in, without at least some monitoring. But this also meant that downstairs was not the place to add a locker room scent - among the bathhouse's various visitors, Rush seemed a fairly rare acquired taste. Perhaps understandably so - it disappeared from common use around the same time the bathhouses in the U.S. did. For reasons which had made perfect sense to me at the time, even if my favorite way to use poppers then was to get sucked off and then tit fuck a woman. Size made no difference in either my or her pleasure on the part of the three women I enjoyed doing this with over a couple of years. A form of safer sex, actually, while still fully enjoying the sensation of being stoned, sucked, and totally turned on as the Rush made my whole body a driving cock. Or not really safe sex as both of us enjoyed the 'scent' bottle, then fucking and grinding together in pure animal lust, slutty words pouring from our mouths, totally aroused and utterly mindless. Now upstairs, towel slipped yet again as I moved my left hand off it. My hand held the black bag with condoms and Rush, opened after entering a booth near the stair case. Holding my breath, the entrance chime started to sound like an invitation to paradise, with still more men arriving to get undressed and enjoy each other's company. Being so early had let me experience what the bathhouse was like from its opening. One thing that had stood out downstairs at the bar this visit was the music seemed much better - not less pop oriented, exactly, but much less commercial, most likely because the previously local radio station fed speakers were now generated by someone's playlist, likely from an MP3 player or streamed PC. Upstairs, the music was a perfect accompaniment as the poppers filled me again, breathing out and then opening the door to wander around. Still quite empty, except for one man in the hallway to the porn area at the end. I walked back to the dark area - a subtle sound of sex in the background. I remain convinced that both the porn area and the cruising area are provided a certain not quite subliminal sound background, because even when it is seemingly empty, there is always the aural awareness of sex. Unlike the steamroom, which lacks music or a porn movie's audio - in the steam, the awareness of sex generally tends to be direct and sweaty, or muted by the dimness and sound of steam, with the occasionally jarring interruption from the shower in the middle of the tiled room. I went into another booth, did another deep hit, and returned to the basement, condoms already in my left hand. Downstairs, there were only a couple of towels along the alcoved space, and again, it occurred to me my sense of timing might be off - maybe it hadn't really been that long since hearing people arriving, and maybe it hadn't sounded more than a half dozen times. Not that it was important as I settled down on the bench in the rear, returning to a vantage point which generally suits my interests. I do find the more illuminated area interesting, but it lacks the same intense intimacy of the rear areas. The clock upstairs had shown 3:00pm, meaning that a half hour still needed to pass at a minimum before leaving. Not that leaving was on my mind. Sitting there, door opened, and the apparently same older and coughing man walked through, passing me into the deep darkness to the left. Where it seemed that the sounds of sucking originated, making me stroke harder in reaction. After a bit, the older man walked out unsteadily, and I was still not certain what had happened. Not that it made any real difference to my stroking, or the way it was making me feel. Another man walked by, hesitated near me, then moved on after receiving no reaction on my part - which seems to be the best way to be ignored, by indicating no interest or reaction at all. Again, shortly after the man disappeared from view, the sounds of sucking came from the obscuring darkness, followed by a second naked man walking unsteadily towards the door, his cock no longer erect as it had been when he had walked by. Of course, I was completely hard at the idea of some man waiting in the dark to suck literally any cock that appeared, wondering whether I should also see if this was an accurate guess, and not even bother with a condom until it turned out to be true, with his lips sliding along my shaft. The sort of thought which just reminded me how easily one could ignore the truth - any man sucking any cock that appeared was not doing anything but playing losing odds for a number of things I had no desire to share. Not that it mattered to me as it happened a third time - the room was starting fill, and my cock was now being openly stroked. One pair started kissing in front of me, and one man sat down at the end of the bench, then started sucking the cock of the man he had been holding as he had lowered himself, his mouth remaining in contact with his partner's, until their necks could no longer bend enough to reach, and he went down on him. The shifting of light and dark was becoming difficult to follow, the glass door opening and closing while figures moved through the steamy space. A man stood in front of me, a hand lightly trailing along the hair of my upraised leg. His other hand touched the side of my neck, his thumb moving along the underside of my ear. Of course, I couldn't stop from moaning, and stroking myself faster, saying 'oh fuck yesss .. fuck yeah ... oh yeahhh.' By now, the steam room's feel was different from the almost spare erotic mood I had already enjoyed between just a couple of horny strangers. There were easily a dozen men, with an inescapable sexual dimension. Which suited all of us just fine, as my left hand reached out to entice the fourth new cock of the hour closer to my panting mouth, even as his hand reached my cock, then slid over my balls. At least three other men were sucking cock near me, a pair was kissing and grinding their cocks, with a couple of men looking on against the wall, playing with themselves. Looking around, the space had filled with turned on naked men, the temperature of the steamroom having reached its mutually desired level. A self-sustaining one, of which we were all a part, and in my case, the watching just added to my public openness, legs spread as a naked stranger put his foot on the bench, his hands on the wall as he shifted, His sexy cock close, my left hand found one of the condoms on the bench, after sliding over his leg and moving my spread fingers lighting over his thigh, finally returning to the level of the bench, my hand running down his shin and foot. Opening the wrapper and sliding it over his pulsing cockhead, his hand on my cock an irresistible invitation to go down on his eager rod, which he was now pressing closer. The very surrender to his wants as he stroked my cock was very easy with a condom ready. Though again, my tongue couldn't be kept from licking his uncovered shaft, with a couple of flicks over the underside of his cock head. With the condom stretched and rolling over the slit at the tip of his cock, I moved my head to position my lips to help the latex sheath down the length of his cock. He grew still stiffer in my mouth, already fucking me before the condom was all the way down. Making my saliva spread below the condom, adding its own slipperiness to the shared task, as his hand reached down to clamp fingers along the bottom of the condom, helping it move to the base of his cock. Which was similar to my own, I thought, especially as the condom provided some independent measure - it was about as tight and covering as on my own cock. Meaning that at this point, there was nothing to concentrate on but his cock in my wanting mouth, getting him off and feeling his hand on my horny cock length, lubricated perfectly with pre-cum and mingled sweat. Unlike my first time today, the cock being sucked was in charge, his hands and hips combined moving his body to his wants. Desires which made my legs spread even wider in recognition of his need to be pleasured by a cocksucker, my hand unable to stop from openly jacking myself off, pressing up against his circled hand, publicly revealing our shared desires, particularly my desire to please him. Not only making me really horny, but making him go deeper, unable to resist what I offered. But this time, even with the real feeling of having my mouth fucked, my first gagging reaction led to him slowing and pulling back almost instantly, making me eager to see just how deep I could take him. The next couple of minutes were a lesson in cock sucking, accompanied by the sound of other men doing the same thing. By now, my own efforts were quite loud, an unstoppable mixture of wetness and desire to draw his cock deeper, resulting in noticeable interludes of sloppily obvious cock sucking, even in the obscuring semi-darkness. And again, the thought of how smart it was to use condoms floated through my bobbing head. Previously, in almost every case since my first visit, the only condoms used came from me, even while enjoying unprotected anal sex while I sucked them. Meaning that basically everyone I had met was already someone you are better off using condoms with. Simply emphasizing the fact that group sex already means multiple partners, and much like a helmet when riding, it makes the potential cost manageable enough, without ruining the enjoyment. Not a perfect analogy, but more than sufficient as my throat kept experiencing a hot cock pressing deeper as his hands pulled my head forwards, wanting and enjoying the inexorable penetration. He remained at this insistent depth for a while, though eventually unable to stop from wanting to be enveloped to the base of his cock. Which was now maybe an inch away, my opened eyed providing a blurred estimate, likely the deepest I had ever taken a cock. And no further, as again, reflexes overruled any desire. His response was again suitably skilled, as my mouth greedily began to pleasure his complete cock head and a decent section of his shaft, without any danger of gagging. His movements shifted, now forcing me to take his cock motion's along my cheek, teeth cautiously adding their own texture and pressure along his turned-on rod, a bit tentative due to the thinness of the condom's material. My left hand was again pressing against his ass, adding its own encouragement as my head moved, changing the direction of his thrusting cock to the right cheek from the left one, getting ready to again swallow as much of him as possible. His cock shifted, starting to go deeper, no longer to one side or the other of my mouth, a sensation which focused my total attention, the hand on my cock becoming still, as my attention became completely devoted to his thrusting cock. A feeling definitely shared by many of the men in the room, either sucking or being sucked. We all knew what had brought us here, an attraction shared and repeated, pure male to male sex. I knew that this time, he wasn't going to stop until cumming, lost to all restraint, wanting nothing but to fill my mouth with his turned on cock. A thought clearly overwhelming him, his thrusts becoming deeper yet more relaxed, as I felt his cock grow and pump, my lips moving smoothly around his swelled cock head, my tongue sliding over the very tip of his cock, forcing his cum to flow back over his covered cockhead, adding to a wetness we hadn't quite shared. Knowing he had cum, my hand drifted back down to my still erect cock as he stepped back, somewhat unsteadily. Just another compliment, in its way, a personally familiar feeling after being sucked off by a skilled stranger. But watching him move away in this room just made me hornier - after moving diagonally past the pair still getting off orally next to us on the bench, he was stopped by a man reaching and then grasping his still condom covered cock. The two began to kiss, as a third man moved close, his hand also starting to slide along both the slowly drooping covered cock while he kept stroking himself. A fourth man moved close, as the first two kept kissing deeply. My attention was slowly brought back to nearby as the pair next to me reached the end of their game, as the sucked man could no longer keep from orgasming, pumping his cumming cock almost fully past the sitting man's lips, sliding his hips back before pushing in again. My hand kept stroking my erect length, noticing that the cock sucking man was doing the same with his own stiff cock. After a bit, the standing man pulled back, also unsteadily. Glancing around, I could no longer see the man who I had sucked off, though plenty of other naked men were entwined or moving in the dimness. I moved along the slippery bench, my right foot reaching out to touch the man still on the bench. However, he had risen, standing with his back against the rear wall, forcing me to move closer before making my first tentative contact. An unused condom was in my left hand as my eyes focused on his stroked cock. Surveying what was happening just made me hornier as I turned a bit to reach out with my left hand. Finding his erect cock sent a jolt to my own cock, and I almost came from just feeling another cock sucker's horny rod. Responding to my touch, he moved a bit, and I felt his hand on my nipple, just making me stroke myself with greater pleasure. My own stroking seemed to be having much the same effect on him, leading to another unstoppable orgasm, my hand pumping his cock as my eyes continued to overwhelm my own now cumming cock with images of naked men getting each other off. Between the feel of his fingers on my nipple and my hand jacking my cock, my own orgasm was fantastically satisfying, addictively so. A truth that essentially all the other men in this steam filled chamber of pleasure knew to be true, a shared secret of a male only space.