3 comments/ 16746 views/ 1 favorites Bathhouse Comparisons Ch. 01 By: glory_first The weather finally being nice on Wednesday, I rode to a nearby city to explore a different bathhouse. Checking the directions a last time, I noticed that Wednesday between 1pm and 2pm had a 15% reduced admission, a possible signal of it being quite empty then. Leading to the thought that motorcycling to the baths is a bit counter cyclical, as the best weather for one activity is generally the worst for the weather. My local bathhouse offers a noticeable discount in the summer, as the number of visitors distinctly declines then. This bathhouse was on the 5th floor, with visitors being buzzed in at the ground level. Being a newcomer, it took a bit before I found the button to press, with the door opening promptly. Much more promptly than the amount of time it took me to reach the top floor after climbing the flights of stairs. I handed over my helmet, getting the accustomed towel and a wrist/ankle band with a key and a locker number.The decor in general was more subdued and more modern - distinctly less sauna and more club like, appealing to 'gay boys.' Drinking my accustomed beer, I went through several pamphlets, from the same source as the one I'd perused in a foreign country. Each pamphlet had a large ad for the big city bathhouse that I'd visited last spring. Providing at least a possible explanation for a similar feeling when sitting here for the first time. The place was quite empty, the attendant busy, though not rushed. Bringing my beer to the Internet terminal, it took a couple of minutes to notice the typed strip of paper on the backlit keyboard, saying no eating or drinking. I spent a while exploring, but essentially everywhere was empty. Not exactly a bad thing, as my exploration was definitely clumsy in the unfamiliar dimness of the large steam room, or through the cabins area. Where I did my first hit of rush, watching some gay porn on the screen, sitting in a sling, my feet in the stirrups - with no one walking by. I went down the staircase, finding another dim area, taking a bit to discover the right way to go. There was another sling room, though without any chance to watch porn, and a larger porn area, with four individual chairs in a row and a fairly thin set of padded risers. Several men were already there, getting hard, so I went in, sitting at the far end of the top row. Getting hard, finally making skin contact with the turned on man next to me, it never developed into a very mutual feel. His hand was nice sliding on my hard shaft, and he certainly enjoyed my stroking to the point of almost cumming, but somehow, there was a strange distance involved. Not exactly a barrier to mutual enjoyment, both of us being hard - just like the other two men watching us. An almost familiar distance, resembling something of the same feel at a 'health club' in the same city, one I had also ridden to at the start of another motorcycling season. Talking with the club's apparent naked owner, he remained very insistent that this establishment was not a 'sauna,' and in a sense, he was right. There are places to cruise, and there are places to indulge more sweaty pleasures with plenty of water flowing. Different bathhouses, or 'clubs,' set the standard differently. Perhaps such distance is to be expected in a bigger city, or maybe it is just a regional variation. He left first, and I made another round of exploration in the deserted downstairs section. Doing a hit of rush in the other leather sling, noting how it was pretty much identical to the one in the other level. Wishing that someone would come by so we could play - again remaining an unmet hope. Going back up the metal staircase to the middle level, two men were witting in the lounge chairs. I could see how they were both looking at a large flat screen angled at the top of the stairwell, which I hadn't really noticed previously. I was just holding my towel, with a vague sense of modesty, in front of me, but walking by, it was obvious that the pair was getting deliciously horny, making me pause at the end of the lounge area, starting to touch myself as I watched how their hands began fondling each other. They each knew I was there, both having turned their heads as I walked by, then glancing over once or twice as I began to jack off, looking at their sexy cocks. All of us were getting delightfully turned on, the newness of the experience for me adding to a rising wave of pure sluttiness. I followed their gaze to discover the cocksucking pair on the screen, no longer concerned about how public this area seemed to be. The dark hair man sitting in the lounger next to me was maybe in his late 30s. His cock was nicely aroused when he stood up, turning to the older man underneath him, a hand beginning to tweak a nipple. The view of the sitting man's cock was unobstructed, but my imagination enjoyed speculating on what was happening that I could not see. Until the standing man bent down, his mouth covering the other man's jutting cock, making him sigh in pure bliss. Seeing the blow job start, I put my towel on the top of the cocksucker's chair, stepping closer, hand reaching for his exposed ass. Soon, my hand was going between his legs, encountering the wandering hand of the older man. We shared this hard cock for a bit, our fingers entwining, my moaning getting louder as I kept jerking off, looking down at the hot cocksucking. The laying man shifted position, and it appeared as he had begun sucking the standing man off. A belief that fit with how his hot anal ring was clenching rhythmically against my finger. Having sex in the stairway landing watching porn did not seem particularly bathhouse style, though the sex club aspect was obvious. Including how a couple men walked on by, looking at us, but not interested in our fairly self-sufficient fun. The bending cocksucker suddenly straightened, abruptly moving back from the laying man, quickly bending again to pick up his towel. With the space free, I spread my towel over the lounger, positioning it to have a better view of the screen - and to be closer to the man with the glistening erection next to me. His hand quickly found my cock, replacing mine. Touching his rod, I felt his slippery wetness, and soon, we both grunting in time to our jacking off. The porn showed a man with a hard cock getting rimmed, and while watching it, both of us neared the edge of orgasm, before letting the intensity fade down a bit. He shifted position, moving the lounger so it was angled against mine, providing perfect access for our hands to rub each other's cocks and nipples. Several other men walked by while this was going on, again apparently uninterested. Essentially meaningless observations, especially when he bent down to kiss my cock. The first couple of licks were heavenly while grasping his sexy rod. Temptation almost overwhelmed me, making it a struggle to say 'condom.' Causing him to pull back a bit, his hand returning to my cock, spreading a delightful mixture of his saliva and my pre-cum over my cockhead. The sensation made me gasp, and he could tell its effect from how my hand slackened along his rigid shaft. A third man joined us at some point, his finger beginning to touch my nipple, making me almost cum again. Soon, a stranger's cock in each hand, both of them were stroking mine, their fingers meeting each other. I watched them enjoy themselves, looking down at how they were playing with my cock and each other. Slowly, I stood, freeing up the lounger for the new man, my right hand guiding the still standing man's cock downwards. As he sat, then stretched out, I left unsteadily, going back down the stairs, expanding my explorations in what turned out to be a still essentially deserted space. The discovery of a large number of glory holes downstairs was interesting, though for today, at least, it made no difference, as no one was around. The lack of porn was also a drawback, since cumming and watching hot porn is something I really enjoy, one of the addictive charms of getting off at a gloryhole. I left in the later afternoon, with a favorable if less than enthusiastic opinion, realizing this bathhouse/sex club combination was not exactly tempting compared to the necessary travel, though interesting enough as a variation. Bathhouse Comparisons Ch. 02 Yesterday's visited bathhouse had opened at 1pm, 2 hours earlier than the local one. That bathhouse's opening hours tend to keep me from visiting too often, though recently, the number of visits has grown to average about two a week. Apparently, the bathhouse is a fine way to appreciate that spring time boost in sexual energy. Still, visiting here was coupled with a bit of hesitation after last week's non-incident at the whirlpool. After being buzzed in, I was greeted heartily by the owner, with an easy smile - I've been a regular visitor for years by now. There may be a concerted effort at a certain public face of just being a male only sauna, with private 'relaxation' spaces and a public TV lounge, but we all know what the baths being such a nice destination to spend a couple of hours. Drinking my beer, we talked a bit about the new work transforming the former steambath at the middle level. He said the schedule was unknown, as he was the one that did all the masonry here. Very high quality work it is, to say the least, at least in comparison to various public saunas in the region. My compliments and comparisons seemed to please him, which was the intention. After having travelled to several other bathhouses, my opinion is based on a fair bit of knowledge. Going upstairs, I did a hit of rush in an empty booth - a simple choice, as everywhere upstairs was empty, even though it was around 3:30pm. Going directly to the bottom level, I let the shower's water run over me for a bit before stepping over to the whirlpool, which had three men in it. Two of whom left, one after the other, in a short time. The central fountain was bubbling vigorously, forcing me to sit higher by putting my right leg under my ass cheeks, my right hand on the bench for stability. The distorting effect of the swirling water did not hide his leg's motion, it just made it difficult to know where to meet it with my foot. It took little time for me to begin to slide along his leg, shifting position a bit to reach the inside of his thigh. We both began the enjoyable process of moving closer, increasing the amount of pleasure provided through skin contact. Clearly, both of us were aware of just how much pleasure could be generated among naked horny strangers in the whirlpool. Particularly when they take their time, following a familiar path. My hand had reached my cock, just as his had, both of starting to get hard while touching and being touched, looking between each other's legs, our bodies beginning to entwine. Obviously, we both had experience in turning on other men, a recognition leading to even more anticipation of what could happen in the still empty whirlpool. By the time the central fountain subsided, we had both touched the other's cock, each knowing just how good that felt in doing and having it done. He stretched out, beginning to float, my outstretched leg supporting him as he gripped my horny cock loosely. We were both rigid, indulging in the gentle currents moving us, my face turned to his crotch, letting at his sexy rod. Sex in the water is more about the sensation of skin and lightness and currents than straightforward contact. I knew there was a camera, but it did not really matter. I like having sex with men, and the idea of anyone else watching is always a turn-on. Being on video, so to speak, just balances out all the video of sex that has made me cum over decades. We were both hard when he shifted position, straddling me at the knees, putting both hands along the edge of the bench tile. My left hand had already gripped his stiff cock, positioning it to touch my own, sliding down a bit and spreading my legs wider. As our cockheads touched, the moaning started, another sign what cock lovers both of us were. I'd last been cock to cock with a man while in a foreign city, perhaps explaining why it felt so good now. Though part was his style, especially the way he used the structure and water to create new rhythms as we fucked. Licking my neck, his cock would press against mine, sliding from one side to the other as he shifted his body in the water, centering himself. Being so close was part of charm, as was the easy ability to switch roles. He had been the one to mount me, making it easy to lick his neck, the one who used his natural position to be the one cock fucking me. But sitting on a firm surface provided the necessary leverage to fuck him too, between times of mutual grinding, my cock using him for its male pleasure, him moaning about 'you are so hot' and 'this is so good' with me saying dirty things 'I love cock' and 'I love fucking men' and 'sexy cock lover.' Until the fucking consumed our thoughts, barely noticing how the ring of water jets in the bench had started as the jacuzzi cycle changed again. It was undeniably male sex, cock to cock, and the way the roles flowed between us was a revelation. Sometimes me fucking him, sometimes him fucking me, sometimes purely mutual, but always centered on our horny cocks. Sometimes we paused, on the edge of cumming, feeling our cocks pulse and quiver, sharing words of just how good it was to be cock to cock with a sexy man. After a long stretch of pure bliss, the central fountain started again. At some point, he sat next to me, as we recognized that such near-orgasmic games were likely to turn into real orgasms. As we touched, entwined much as before, though with much more kissing, another man entered, sitting near us. His hand touched my cock and the other man's hand, making me sigh something sounding 'oh yes.' But my partner's reaction was to move us away. It didn't matter to me much, though my general attitude remains firmly on the more the merrier side of the scale. While letting my body be shifted, a fourth man entered, sitting to the other side, forcing a change in direction. I just let the other man do the work, faintly amused at his determination to keep me for himself. However, my cock had grown more than a bit limp, as had his, and I still hadn't entered the steamroom. Leaving the whirlpool was a bit more challenging than usual, as both newcomers reached and grabbed at me, their legs also in the way. I wasn't exactly in the mood, creating a mixture of pride in my apparent desirability and annoyance that the water was unpleasantly splashing all over me, requiring extra care not to stumble or slip before leaving. I went into the shower area, choosing the shower closest to the steambath, which also happens to be next to the stairs as they enter the space. Still horny, the feel of warm water led to me soaping my cock, uncaring about being hard in public. Someone started the shower next to mine, but I remain concentrated on the slippery sensations, far beyond any relation to cleaning. Knowing that my cock was now erect, and I was playing with it. The man to the right moved closer to my side, causing me to notice him. Admittedly, I first looked at his crotch, my hand at the base of my cock, seeing how he had also been enjoying soaping his rod. By the time my gaze reached his face, he was smiling a bit, and his hand reached for my wanting tool. I was doing the same for him, seeing he was the man that had found me so attractive in the whirlpool. A part of me wondered a bit at what we were doing, as sexual play at the showers is quite rare. The rest of me was luxuriating in showering with a just met partner, body being soaped by a stranger that knew how to pleasure me. Much like I knew to pleasure him, slippery fingers against his nipple while pulling his hard cock. Our moaning was unavoidable, heads close, staying on the edge of orgasm. A shorter, rotund man stepped down, pausing to look at us. He quickly took off his towel, stepping in. I moved back a bit, thinking he might want the shower - or not really thinking, as my erect cock was still being jacked off by a man. Though not exactly the first time I've showered with a man, this time had a locker room feel, like a dimly remembered fantasy from my high school days. The new stranger slid his hand over my ass, then began to play with himself. I soaped his cock, feeling him sag as the slipperiness spread over his horny dick. My guiding motion along his cock soon brought him close, as the hand on my own rod pushed it towards the fourth cock I'd played with today. However, after stepping back a bit and pulling their cocks closer, I left. Getting condoms, I entered the steambath, which turned out to be deserted. The rest of my visit went in accustomed fashion, playing with a couple more men before leaving, aware of the time, unlike at the start of my visit. The familiar bathhouse was a clear winner, again, tempting enough to entice me return the next day, even though it would be impractical at best. And relearning a bit of restraint is not a bad thing - now, it is easy to understand how impossible it can be to stop indulging in such a purely sexual existence at every possible opportunity.