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Bathhouse Summer's End Ch. 01

By: glory_first



Sitting in the crowded whirlpool, playing with a stranger's hard cock as he played with mine, a major part of the pleasure simply due to the long interval between this bathhouse visit and the last, weeks ago.

Along with having spent the last 45 minutes doing nothing but playing with naked men - watching, stroking, tasting, swirling around from one turned on man to the next, sharing in the public feast of gay group sex, cock hard and horny.

I'd arrived at the male only sauna a few minutes after its opening this afternoon, hoping that the cool wet Friday would outweigh the customary emptiness of a Turkish bath in high summer. Today was also the end of the annual summer half price admission discount, an accident of the calendar considering the weather outside.

The decision to visit was made without planning, so apart from my customary beer, my other preferred accessories were not available. Condoms are available for the asking at the bar, a request much less embarrassing here, a bit buzzed and wearing nothing but a towel. 

Upstairs, the darkroom was empty, as were the porn area's broad benches. The space was invitingly warm, with porn that caught my attention. Getting hard watching a threesome was enjoyable, though during the entire episode, only two men entered, both of whom promptly left.

Returning, the darkroom remained empty, but a few men seemed to be wandering around in the labyrinth. Entering the darkness, I did get a bit lost, in part because the space is intentionally a bit tight, forcing body contact, making it difficult to know which path is correct. 

Nearing the other side, there was a bit of dim light at the end of the yards long hallway. Which outlined the figure of a man moving my direction. I turned sideways to let him pass, but in the narrow space, our bodies inevitably rubbed. I froze as he took another small step, letting my hand slide down his naked torso to find his sexy hanging cock while his hand began playing over my chest. 

His nakedness contrasted to my own towel clad state, though as revealed during my very first visit to a bathhouse, a towel is an accessory which provides its own extra level of arousal. They provide a cover of modesty even as the freedom offered by unrestrained access is easily exploited by anyone willing to grasp another man's cock, or play with his ass.

Reaching under the cotton, his fingers lightly ran along my inner thigh, making me sag against his chest, squeezing his hardening cock. He took his time before making me moan at the first touch of his fingers along my turned on shaft, his arm along my chest pulling me tighter against him, feeling his tongue begin to tease my neck with light licking.

We continued to enjoy our mutual groping for a bit, but it was clear to both of us this was just a brief appetizer. Of a somewhat new variety to me, adding a nice glow of sluttiness to my mood as I walked down the spiral staircase to the bottom level, with its steamroom and whirlpool.

I checked the whirlpool, then showered, stepping down in to the crowded space. Though full, no one seemed to be touching, and the water was simply splashing too much to be enjoyable. 

Going into the steambath with condoms, the space was already quite full of dim figures and enticing noises. Two men were fondling each other on the near side of the bench, and another pair was kissing passionately, pressed cock to cock. Being in the more lit section, watching was easier. Touching my now swelling cock, I paid more attention to what was happening, enjoying the public displays of sexual affection.. 

After getting hard in the dampness, I decided to go to the back, the customary place for anonymous sex. Surprisingly, the back was almost empty, except for the sounds of cock sucking in the shadowed section. Sitting on the surprisingly cold bench for a few moments, I saw a small stream of men enter and leave the space, in a generally desultory way. Almost all approached the cock sucking pair, being consistently rejected after their almost universally clumsy approaches.

By now, I was beginning to think that a Friday afternoon might be too crowded, as has happened a couple of time before. A bath which is crowded is a drawback in my fairly limited experience of the situation, actually restraining the sexual energy, not increasing it.

Standing, my ass cooled from sitting, cock half hard at best, I followed the sounds of cocksucking when returning to the lit section. Where a loose group of men a bit to my left were swirling together, and as my hand began to stroke my lengthening cock, I could watch from the shadows as they got each other off.

The reality of easy male group sex is something that continues to attract me to this bathhouse, an accommodating and tasteful place to indulge my male lusts among other naked men who share the same straightforward interests. 

My attention was caught by a pair ass fucking, much like I've done, in public, cock driving deep into a stranger, hands on his hips, slapping against his ass cheeks. Happening right in front of me, playing with my turned off shaft, seeing the group grow as more horny men approached it, being drawn in by a stranger's hand finding another willing cock to add to the now pulsating energy of a public orgy.

I was still on the outside of the still nearing boundary for being drawn into the mass of turned on available partners, moving a bit to the side, then to the other side of the shower opening. I watched how a man knelt in front of the fucking pair, cock sucking the man having his ass filled with hard cock, a long held fantasy of mine, to be the man in the middle.

A solid group had developed, 8 men at least, with several more in a loose ring outside it, all that I could see playing with themselves. Cock touching was obviously the main connection within the group, even as another pair began to fuck, and at least one man was kneeling in front of another.

At least two other men added themselves to the group as I watched, both of them pulled in by a stranger's hands, one of whom turned, offering his ass to be fucked. An offer quickly accepted, as another man's hand began to slide over his chest, while a third stranger let his hand slide over the cheek of the man who was now starting to moan as his cock went deeper.

My stroking was obvious, my length rigid, when a man focussed on me, turning a bit, looking at each other directly. It was a surprise to recognize him as the one who had been so enthusiastically fucking another man's ass, the man who had made me so hard as I watched his cock pleasure another man's hole.  

When he touched my cock, I took a step closer, no longer able to stop myself from participating. Condoms and lube packages in my left hand, my right hand reached out to find his own still hard cock, slippery and sexy. Pulling me close, suddenly we were cock to cock, the sensations incredibly wonderful, something I hadn't felt for far too long. Being cock to cock with another horny man was irresistible, a powerful reminder of my first experiences in male sex.

Now, sliding against another man, it was so good, perfectly slippery against his jutting cock, knowing that it had already been touched, and almost certainly inside other men. This fact made me hornier, intimately grasping how slutty he was, knowing that he was as turned on by men as I. The bathhouse is an obvious place to find such partners, but recognizing it in the actual flesh is much more enthralling than any theoretical awareness.

Till now, I had been unable to resist letting my cock feel another man's, especially after we began to kiss, his tongue inside my mouth, my hands now beginning to pull his ass tight as we rubbed together, sinking into the pure pleasure of sex with another man, my finger sliding down his ass crack. Other men were having sex around us, but we had become a pair, his hand finding my nipple as his tongue continued to move past my open lips. A small part of me that the pleasure was overwhelming my caution in such situations, but after so long without feeling the sensual touch of another man, I was helpless.

And willing, to be honest. My cock was finally in control, its will overwhelming any concerns my mind might hold about losing myself in a group of men having sex with each other. 

After an extended interval of pure bliss, my new found partner turned, letting my cock slide between his thighs, feeling his balls as I began to move against him, cock extended. Then, the unmistakable of sensation of cock rubbing added itself to the flood filling my body, drowning thinking in sensual satisfaction, surrendering to my primitive and undeniable lusts. 

Now part of the group, the pleasure of my naked cock against the skin of other men led me on, beginning to move my hands against the chest of the man in front of me, pulling him tighter, thrusting my hips in motion against the other cock. I felt a grasping my sensitive shaft, then felt another cock against mine, knowing that it belonged to the man I was now humping, from the way our flared cockheads meshed.

Someone's hand found my nipple, and when the man in front of me began to move his ass. I naturally reached down to position my cock head to feel the softly inviting skin of his hole, a sexual haze fogging my thoughts, knowing I was entering forbidden territory. A thought which led to me pulling back a bit, taking the time to open a condom.

Then discovering that I was barely able to fit it over my cock head, both due to my excitement and the fact that it seemed to be on the small side. In the past, I had noticed that the condoms came in different colored packages, and it occurred to me now that it might have been related to size - the bathhouse's free blue packaged condoms had been a bit snug, but not like this.

Of course, while finding this out, the action continued all around me, including a couple of men who played with my body, hands sliding over my sweaty skin. However, gradually, the orgy's center was moving away from my immediate vicinity, as a condom before anal sex is an absolutely non-negotiable point in my adventures. Though still very tempted, as he again began to rub my cock at the entrance of his soft and invitingly willing ass, even knowing, with perfect clarity, that this group of men were all riding bareback, enjoying the addictive freedom, and undeniable risks, of male sex.

Though I did enjoy a few moments of casual penetration, the group was beginning to break up, including the man who had offered the chance to fuck him after publicly demonstrating how he liked to fuck a man. I left the heat soon after, taking a shower before returning to the whirlpool. In the shower, quite unusually, a man was playing with his erect cock, a quite rare sight. One that led me to more thoroughly soap my half hard dick than normal, watching him.

The clock over the steambath's cubbyhole wall surprised me when I looked up to it form my showering. What I had thought to be merely a few minutes of intoxicating group sex was in reality longer than a half hour, and now I was stroking myself while watching another man touching his erect cock. 

Climbing the steps to the whirlpool, I noticed that it was quite full, with only a small space free. The central fountain was active, but somewhat masked by a couple of legs on top of it. Settling in, stretching my legs, I let the column of gushing water lift my legs, occasionally brushing other legs, though without any response in return. 

This was in following basic bathhouse etiquette - the offers are subtle, and easily rejected without ever having to be acknowledged, in a generally gentle process. Though not always, although no such extremely uncommon situation has ever been more than mildly irritating, requiring merely a demonstration involving a modicum of strength or will.

Still horny, surrounded by naked men, my hands explored the pulsing currents. Leaving the upwelling water column, my left hand slowly sank downwards, until it lightly touched the inside of the thigh of the man next to me. My hand then trailed lightly over his skin, noting how he sighed and began to open his legs a bit, just coincidentally starting to press against me.

I have enjoyed the whirlpool several times, through never so completely full. Or apparently without any contact among the other six men, something that no longer concerned me much, his hand drifting over my left thigh. I let my foot slide against his, then let if float higher against his leg. We were beginning to get turned on, knowing that the other was intimately familiar with the process.

Including a certain slowness, teasing each other delightfully, without ever doubting the following steps. When his hand finally reached my cock, it was impossible not to moan, a touch discretely. A discretion amply returned when I heard him as my hand floated over his cock, a subtle shifting occurring in our positions as we began to play with each other's cock.

Though his thighs had been wonderfully hairy, his cock and balls were fairly stubbly, making it obvious that he shaved. A minor point as I lifted his cock, my fingers beginning to dance over and then down its head, causing him to simply grasp my hardening shaft. His cock was just beginning to respond when he moved his other hand to pull my thigh over his.    

Sinking into the water, I felt him begin to grow harder as I kept playing with his shaft, his own motions matching mine, as we began to find a rhythm that enveloped both of us, starting to lose ourselves in the enjoyment offered by another man. It was also obvious that we were both turned on by hard cock, knowing that the other was equally aroused by the same thing.

We were both rigid when the fountain stopped. He had clasped his legs several times, slowing my motion, and I had placed my hand against his, for much the same reason. Cumming was not really appropriate here after all, though dancing along orgasm's edge was something to be enjoyed for as long as possible.

The whirlpool went into its rest mode, the water stilling, making it easy to watch my hand as it jacked a stranger off in a hot tub full of naked men. By now, we were both spread legged, our games obvious to anyone who cared to look. I enjoy being so slutty, and it was equally apparent my partner enjoyed the same things I did. Unsurprisingly, as man who has enjoyed such a visit to the baths knows.

The jets under the seats started, but it didn't make much difference to me by this point. My sense of time had disappeared under the bliss coming from two hard cocks, neither quite orgasming, neither unable to resist a stranger's touch, knowing that my private tastes were being openly displayed, a fact which only excited me. I could feel the addictive rush of showing myself off fill me, along with showing off my own cock playing talents.

Talents that had the man next to me completely hard. Deciding to increase his pleasure, I shifted a bit, making it easy to shift my right hand to his chest. His unbelievably sexy hairy chest, as I discovered. My palm indulged itself in his fur, so much more extensive than any women's pussy hair could ever be, rubbing, sliding my skin over his now pointy nipples, making his sighs obvious over the sounds of bubbling water.

The currents under the bench made it easy for me to rise up, my cock exposed at the bubbling surface of the whirlpool, his hand sliding from my cockhead down to its base, settling into my curly bush before pumping back up. My fingers were encasing his shaft, sliding up and down, increasingly focussing on his fully exposed cockhead, his foreskin fully stretched by the length of his extended cock. 

After a while, the pump cycled off again, and it was almost impossible not to cum when he began to gently kiss my ear, rubbing my nipple as he stroked me, my leg draped over his, feeling his velvety cock against my thigh. However, when the pump started again, the central fountain was no longer dampened, and its splashing was just a bit too much for me to handle. 

Regretfully, I rose, leaving the jetting fountain, knowing that neither of us would be able to resist cumming for much longer, and honestly surprised in a distant way that neither of us hadn't orgasmed yet.

I quickly stepped into the shower, feeling the water rinse my still tingling body. Looking at the clock before deciding to re-enter the steam bath, it was a shock to realize that another half hour had past, and that I had spent pretty much the entire last hour with a hard cock, never feeling how time was passing while among a group pf horny men.

An hour and half total visit at the sauna meant that it was pretty much time to be getting home, particularly considering how enjoyable the visit had been till then, along with how full of men the basement was getting. But the electric contact of my naked cock between a man's thigh and along a hard cock was still exciting me, revealing the truth that I couldn't resist returning here as soon as possible.

Bathhouse Summer's End Ch. 02



I managed to arrive a few minutes after the bathhouse opened on Sunday, fully equipped in contrast to my visit just a couple of days ago. 

Though my first stop today had been to the now deserted lake, walking around it while enjoying a bit of organic smoke. Heading towards the city, a familiar feeling of anticipation was already pressing against my center, the memories of just a couple of days ago still fresh. Especially the feeling created along my hard bare cock, thrusting between a stranger's naked and slippery thighs. 

Feeling another man's hardness, unable to resist temptation, continuing to slide against a delightfully slippery cock, one likely having just been sucked, or fucking. Our moans grew louder as we kept moving together, the sensation wonderfully addictive. This only changed when he positioned his ass for me to fuck him, a point where condoms are absolutely mandatory, regardless of how turned on I was from feeling another man's stiff cock against mine, balls in my bush.

After parking, I saw a man enter just in front of me. While paying, it was clear several men had already changed. Entering the locker area, I undressed quickly, followed by drinking my customary beer.

I went upstairs, nicely buzzed, and wandered into the larger porn space, settling on a bench while stroking. However, only one person entered over the next several minutes, who quickly left. Further, the porn just wasn't that interesting. Leaving, one of the two porn booths was free, so I went inside, getting out my bottle of jungle juice. It is still the same bottle for almost two years now, kept cool in an airtight container, losing some of its potency, but still retaining its magical effects.

The playing porn was something seen before, a bit kinky. It showed a young man in a locker room, cleaning up. And stroking himself hard, breathing deeply as he held a pair of underpants against his face. The association with 'locker room' and gay sex just added to the attraction as I took a hit from the brown bottle, starting to stroke my now swelling cock.

I held my breath as long as possible, knowing that the man stroking himself on the bench would be discovered by another man. Surprisingly, the door rattled a bit as someone tried it, making me harder as I breathed out, recognizing an excellent chance to enjoy such a booth, door open. The thought didn't make it any easier to do at first, unable to stop jacking as the man on the screen, cock jutting through his pulled over shorts, began cock sucking the man who saw him so turned on, foot on the bench as his cock was sucked. 

Putting the bottle away, I first unlocked the door, opening it by a good third. It didn't take long for someone to start standing in the entrance, though I studiously paid no attention, just watching the gay porn, where the sitting man was now getting sucked off by his discoverer, kneeling with spread legs in front. After a moment, the presence at the entrance seemed to withdraw.

Followed by another man swiftly entering the space, dropping his towel on the platform as his hand reached for my cock. Still riding the sensations centering on my horny dick, directly caused by the contents of the brown bottle and the gay porn on the screen, I was not even able to speak when he sat to my right, then bent down, his lips encircling my willing cock.

Normally, I possess the necessary willpower to at least say 'condom,' but even the first syllable was too much effort, an effort that wouldn't be undertaken anyways. I have dreamed for too long of just letting go, letting a stranger taste my cock, sinking into the animal satisfaction of getting head. Even keeping up a pretence was too difficult at this point, my desires finally overwhelming me, making me surrender to liquid lips. Something he seemed to sense, taken wonderful advantage of my condition, making my cock swell into irresistible hardness with his wet lips sliding down my shaft, then back up, over and over, luxuriously going just a bit deeper each time.

Over decades, I have always wondered what it would be like to get off with another man while stoned and rushing, especially in a place surrounded by other men, all potential - or previous - partners. Even fantasies paled against the reality, of just getting horny and hard, having some stranger take me into paradise. 

It isn't that I didn't know what it was like to orgasm with Rush pounding through my body while getting sucked, or fucking a pussy or ass, or titty fucking, cock surrounded by softly slippery lips and wetly soft skin. It is just that until now, I had never gotten off so openly with a man while using Rush, naked, turned on by gay porn.

Though I have enjoyed Rush with four women, including my wife. And it was the man on the sling a few months ago that had the bottle the first time I shared the aroma with a man, very well covered by a condom as my cock pushed into his ass, cumming as we shared the effects, both of us reduced to pure fucking animals.

That recent memory remains a bit strange, considering that my first memory concerning 'locker room aroma' was a Playboy Advisor mention from the late 70s, a distinctly heterosexual source. Over the years, I've introduced the sexual effects of Rush to women, but never men. 

My first girlfriend was as much a fan as I, especially being fucked on her hands and knees, my hands on her sexy tits, rubbing her nipples, both of us loving the primitive ecstasy of purely naked sex, rigid cock buried so deep in sopping pussy after breathing a shared hit out. Both of us talking so fantastically dirty while sharing hits from the bottle, grinding together as the words flowed into grunts and panting, becoming cunt and cock, merging and cumming, bodies pounding, sluts. 

To my minor disappointment, my wife refuses to try getting off with Rush, though hope remains she will experiment at least once, with her magic wand between her legs. 

In the present, a stranger's mouth going down on me, I surrendered to the pure pleasure of a talented cock sucker enjoying the opportunity to taste another man's cock. Especially one of a man so clearly enjoying it, his face watching me as his tongue glided over my cockhead, plunging back down as soon as my lips moved, completely obliterating my thoughts, knowing that I was his, enthralled by his skills.

Wanting nothing but his glorious mouth over my bare cock, my hands beginning to rest on his almost shaved head, any thought of condoms completely abandoned, no longer concerned about anything except not cumming too soon. His mouth was easily 2/3 the way down, his nose just above my full bush. I began humping his face, his hands on my hips, loving how it felt as he matched my thrusts.

He took me very deep, something that has only happened a couple of times in my life, his talent making me want nothing but to fill his mouth with cum. A state he sensed, changing his sucking just enough to keep me back from the tempting edge of orgasm. One hand had migrated to my sack, which he kept fondling, adding a distraction in the short term. 

After almost cumming several times, he slowed, then stood, providing the chance to begin to play with his cock, slowly pulling downwards as its length began to grow, needing more pressure from me to keep him that way, cock pressed his thin thigh. My left hand found his nipple, and he began to sway a bit of both hands moved against his skin.

'You have poppers?' were the first words I heard him speak, in a somewhat dark voice, as he bent a bit, taking my slickened cock in his fist. 

Firmly in his grasp, I could barely moan 'oh yeah .. cocksucker' in reply before he took my cock in his mouth again. Making me continue talking dirty, saying things like 'fuck yeah cocksucker .. hard suck .. cock .. slut .. face fucker .. fuck yeah.'

After what seemed an unbelievably long while, he changed position, his hand going to my nipple as he asked 'Where?'. 

'In the .. black bag .. get them .. now' I managed to say, reaching over and fumbling the bottle out of its plastic bag. Incredibly, my concentration disappeared as he went down on me again, focussing my being on being sucked by a man who knew just what I was feeling. And knowing that he would be feeling the same way shortly, sharing a deep breath, turning utterly primal, gay group porn on the screen.

Handing him the bottle, he shifted, putting a bent leg on the platform next to me while unscrewing the bottle. My hand was sliding along my horny cock as I watched him press one nostril, then the other, inhaling deeply. He put the cap back on lightly, giving me the bottle as he moved further, putting his arms down on the vinyl, moving fluidly as his body went horizontal, cock perfectly positioned for me to suck. 

I breathed in, closed the bottle, opened the condom package, beginning to put it on as my lips followed the latex down, tight on the moist surface. He wanted me to suck him. and a condom is part how I do it in a bathhouse. Just because I had surrendered my bare cock in the face of the incredible sensations didn't mean all of my standards had disappeared, especially with a man using poppers with strangers. This may not be exactly fair, but it is also reasonable enough in terms of what happened after the time I first ever read about bathhouses. That sex with lots of strangers and no condoms helps spread whatever is spreadable is not exactly a controversial statement.

The sensation filling my mouth with hard cock when breathing out was a wave of male power, focussed on lips, teeth, and tongue. Knowing deep in my mind that the man doing the sucking is in control. If only barely, as my hand began to stroke my jutting rod as his fingers began to move along my head, moaning more as my mouth went deeper, his hips beginning to buck. He reached for the bottle, did another hit, louder moans starting as soon as he breathed out in my direction, my finger sliding along his crack.

The smell of Rush filled my nostrils as I inhaled what he had breathed out, feeling wonderfully slutty as my finger began to feel his smooth anus, enjoying the interplay between his delightfully pulsing ring and surging cockhead pressing against my squeezing lips. 

His moaning began to turn into purely animal sounds when his hands began to push my head back up his cock, saying 'too much .. too much.' Surprisingly, he rolled away a bit before stripping off the condom after my mouth was away.

He rolled onto his stomach, lifted himself, glistening cock hanging so invitingly as he placed his ass near me. I couldn't stop my hand from reaching out to clasp it, spread fingers rolling over one ass cheek, then the other, always getting closer to his hole, my other hand on his cock. On his hands and knees, he turned his head back, talking about his 'man pussy,' the words turning me on, even if a bit strange - recalling watching trannie porn as probably the first place I'd ever encountered the term. He then asked me how I liked his uncut cock, demanding an answer. Something that became difficult as his hand was now running through my bush at the base of my dick.

'I love .. love .. hard cock .. cock play.'

'Do you like them uncut .. like my cock .. oh yeah .. like that' he said, with me beginning to pull his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead. 'Squeeze it' he added as my finger began to play with his ass again, his head sinking. Our hands were sharing the same rhythm, reflecting just how slutty we had become.

Reaching a certain plateau, I asked him how long he had known about poppers. He answered 25 years, followed by him talking about my cock, saying how properly hard it was, just the way he liked them, desire apparent in the words, making me hornier. Feeling the slippery joy of his hand beginning to spread my pre-cum, a haze obscured my thoughts as he shifted.

'Oh fuck yes .. yes .. suck me' I gasped as it became clear he was going to go down again, one hand playing with my ear, still watching the hot porn, a man playing with himself in the middle of a gloryhole space, surrounded by openings, with five stiff cocks sticking in. His lips slid expertly along my slippery shaft, reminding me of how hard I used to get watching my first bi and trannie porn. Especially seeing just how good a man could suck cock, and getting turned on a way which never occurred watching a blowjob from a woman. 

This was back in the late 80s, when VHS ruled. The married couple I rented a room from enjoyed porn, though with different tastes. The wife enjoyed getting stoned, then listening to and watching double (or more) penetration videos while playing with a coil vibrator. The husband's taste took a while longer to reveal itself, though he had an excellent collection of older Penthouses.

As time went on, the extent of his porn was revealed, often through his wife, who would suggest I check a few things out. It wasn't that the source of the porn wasn't clear, it was just he was quite heterosexual, regardless of the direction his magazines and videos, went. None of it was exactly gay porn, which I had seen a couple of times in the past, but it definitely involved sex between men.

Especially the first bi porn I ever watched, which his wife suggested I check out, after we had smoked a bowl and drank a couple of beers. She stood, pressed play on the remote. Grinning at me before heading upstairs, she said her husband really enjoyed tapes from this company. The opening MMF threesome was hot, bringing my cock out of my pants.

But the following cock sucking scene was unbelievably sexy, making a deep impression on me watching a man get another man off. And wanting to be the man getting sucked, wanting a man to blow me so good, lips on my hard shaft. I had never seen such a style of head, like a deep bobbing, but perfectly timed between pleasure and pause, forcing the sucked man to start moving his hips, increasing the peaks, but also extending the pauses.

At some point, I just came, drowning in the spectacle of expert male cocksucking, knowing that some line had been crossed after that intense orgasm, one that would influence the future. 

Or the present. My head started to sink, making me certain that the cocksucking man was doing it the way I had first seen decades ago, Whether looking down directly, or at the mirrored wall across from us, showing the full scene. The sensations created jagged spikes of pleasure, never quite reaching the peak, keeping my eyes fluttering opened and closed. In the mirror, I could see his stroked cock better, creating a noticeable bump in my approach to orgasm.

An orgasm that hovered outside of our playing, both of us knowing it was early in the afternoon, and that there would be plenty of new cocks to play with. Yet both of us were flirting on the edge, a tantalizing state of its own, one that can be drawn out for a while until finally, a bit of recuperation is required. 

His mouth slowly withdrawing, he stood, wrapping his towel, patted my head, and said 'I'll be playing for a while' as he opened the door. No one was outside, so I took some needed time to collect myself. With downstairs still to explore, an area where older fantasies play no role, only recent experiences.

The bathhouse is by far the easiest place to have fantastic sex I know, a truth ensuring it remains a major destination in so many men's lives. I understood just how irresistible it was, particularly after having just violated one of my own standards. And unable to care in any way as it happened, except wanting to keep feeling my naked cock in a stranger's willing mouth. 



Bathhouse Summer's End Ch. 03



Downstairs, there were enough towels around to make a cautious estimate concerning how long it would take before some stranger and I were playing with each other's cocks. Shortly was the simple answer, though the jacuzzi had to be factored into the calculation.

Seeing at least 6 men in the bubbling jacuzzi, I showered thoroughly after my previous encounter upstairs, growing horny. Putting my towel and bag in a cubbyhole first, walking naked across the space, cock swelling, then entering the quite warm water, sitting down in the single free space to the left. 

Letting my legs spread and float a bit, I looked around, noticing that at least a couple of men were enjoying a stranger's touch. Several feet responded to my random motions, a clear indication of the sort of shared mood a group of naked men in a bathhouse can so easily enjoy. Stretching a bit, my foot rode up the leg of the man across from me, feeling his thigh move to make it easier for my toes to find his cock. Then brushing his balls as he slid further into the water.

At the same time, my thigh began touching the skin of the man to my left, whose foot slid along mine. My hand moved a bit, fingers questing along his inner thigh, while my right foot began making a stranger's cock grow larger in the swirling currents. His face a sight adding to my own arousal, cock half hard, anticipation rising. His was the expression of a man starting to succumb to another man's clear desire to play with sexy hard cock, thoroughly entranced.

Just as the man to my left succumbed when my hand lightly brushed along his shaft, my index and middle fingers beginning to slide around his covered cock head, feeling him stiffen. I slowly started them moving back and forth along his growing length, making him begin to moan softly when approaching his cock head, taking a moment to pause before retreating. Enjoying feeling him grow as hard as the man who was now holding my foot against his balls and shaft, rubbing himself and moaning.

My attention focussed on two strangers' cocks, it was a delightful surprise feeling my cock being touched, leading to long and slow sighs of contentment as fingers encircled it, sliding lightly in the swirling water. Looking at the man to the left, his face an obvious window reflecting what was going on between his legs, still obscured by all the bubbles from the jets in the bench. My right hand kept me positioned on the bench, keeping me from slipping further down into the dancing water. 

Though it happened anyways, after my cock had grown hard in the grip of a man whose own sexy cock had so enjoyably lengthened as I turned him on. But slipping meant flexibility in using my foot and leg, concentrating on touching as much skin as possible, both of us enjoying a typical dip in the bathhouse jacuzzi. A jacuzzi filled with cock lovers.

The bubbling slowed, then ended. By now, all three of us were thoroughly hot, and looking at each other. To my left, I could see my hand pumping his cock. He slid his thigh over mine, his hand pulling at my knee, then lightly brushed his fingers against my hairy thigh. His hand felt so good as I watched him play with me.

I couldn't stop my head from sinking back, a bit of hair getting wet, closing my eyes as the pleasure ran between three hard cock lovers.

A bit of splashing occurred, a distant event, followed by the surprise of someone bumping my leg as they left the whirlpool. Quickly bending my knee, I moved it down, out of the way. Another man entered, deciding to sit on the other side of the stairs, sparing a walk through the crowded pool. Followed by a pair leaving, meaning that our side was empty, with the remaining pair across from us. 

My foot began to explore again, aided by the sight of his cock being jacked off. And then distracted by watching him touch the turned on man he was sitting next to, intimately aware of precisely how he became so horny. Obviously, we all shared the same irresistible attraction to cock, aware just how easy it was to get hard with the right partners. My legs were spread open, the man next to me pulling my thigh, rubbing it against his cock. His other hand was on my shaft, making it difficult to concentrate on my leg rubbing against his hard cock and sexy sack.

The new man shifted a bit, making it easier for my leg to rub along his thigh. It had been maybe 2 minutes since being inadvertently bumped that this threesome became a foursome. Nothing is easier then getting hard in public here, looking at other men. The new man had paused a bit before selecting his place, looking between my legs as his hand touched his dick, in direct sight, perfectly positioned to enjoy his entrance into the water. He knew he was giving me a wonderful view as his hand slowly pressed his cock down, his subtle sigh adding to my enjoyment. It was clear that he wanted to play, something taking minimal time, as it turned out.

A hand was on my foot, guiding it, then grinding it so good against a stiffening rod. The man on my left began to pump me harder, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the wonderful feeling of his stroking. The fountain started, its powerful currents overwhelming my balance completely, the column of water causing me to rise up a bit.

A rise that inexorably continued, being pulled upwards by a stranger's hand, positioning my legs to take advantage of the central currents. I couldn't believe how slutty it made me feel to float up, stiff cock jutting up for anyone to see. 

A new man entered the jacuzzi, looking around, cock already more than half hard. His hungry glance lingered by far the longest on my extended rod, framed by my wet curly dark bush, swept by bubbling waves, my legs spreading again after he passed. He sat next to the fifth man, and judging by their almost instantly blissful expressions, they had quickly found each other's cock, the vigorously bubbling water obscuring any direct view.

All of us were turned on, hard cocks being played with by strangers, utterly content sharing the waters with other men who fully understood the best style of activity in a textile free, male only sauna. Shame was unnecessary here, every one of us thoroughly interested in the intimate company of other naked men, understanding that here, there were no secrets, just shared pleasures. 

The fountaining ended, the foaming water turning still. My eyes remained closed, body drifting slowly downwards, perfectly balanced on the edge of cumming, feeling his pulsing cock in the same state as he pressed his legs closed. My right foot reached out again, toes exploring someone's nicely hairy thigh, floating lightly up and down. Shifting position allowed my foot to explore its way between a stranger's legs, certain that his cock would enjoy my touch.

A fact confirmed after a brief interval, though I was uncertain whose nicely erect cock my sole was actually rubbing. Time flowed outside of my awareness. It was a surprise when the pumps started again, creating a certain dynamic shift in our activities. The man next to me had been opening and closing his legs, his cock pulsing in my greedy grasp, even though we all knew that cumming here was something to be avoided. His own hand had grown somewhat slack on my rod, making it easier for me to fully concentrate on him for a bit.

He had no objection to following the hint of my hand pulling his cock upwards, arching his body gradually, moaning softly as I slid my leg under his thigh, sweeping it across his ass cheeks, his body almost weightless. His right hand was using my cock as a support, the edge of it in my thick bush, along and against the pubic bone, focus shifting from shaft to base depending on how the currents carried him.

Bringing his extended cock out of the water, I looked around. Clearly, everyone else in the whirlpool knew exactly how good it was to sit in the bubbling water with a hard cock, jerking and being jerked off. I love looking, and seeing the other men's faces made me hornier, knowing that must have been how they looked when it was my sexy cock being displayed in front of a group of naked strangers.

Keeping him up was simple, so I positioned myself a bit closer to the men sitting across from us. Soon, my foot was again pressing a willing cock, though I was not able to tell whose, most of my concentration remaining centered on the cock in my grip at the water's surface. His grunts mirrored the pulsing I felt as his cock flexed, my circled hand pressing down to show it off in its fully glory.

While my foot was playing, the opposite pair shifted, allowing my foot to rise to play with the other cock. Considering it briefly, I decided that my foot must now be again playing with its original partner. A thought pretty much confirmed when his hand started playing with it, using his cock and fingers to gently remind me why footplay is so universally good.

We settled into a rhythm, my foot pushing against his sexy stiffness, his fingers running over and between my toes. He began to slowly ride it up and down, moving his body to add to the sensations. The currents began to subside, the pump stopped completely, leaving a few larger bubbles to work their way out of the openings. 

Sinking back down to the bench, the man next to me moved closer, his body squeezing mine, fingers finding my nipple just before his lips began to play with my ear. I could only open my eyes after the waves coming from all over my body peaked. My head lolled down, seeing my hand jacking a hard cock, then watching my own cock being pleasured the same way at the same time. 

Shifting, it was possible to see precisely how the other man was using my foot to get off. 

Though as I kept watching, it became clear that a stranger's foot wasn't the only thing getting him off. When the pair had shifted position, it wasn't just to show off, but for easier access. It was a thrill to discover that they were fucking, that both of them had, in part, been turned on by me. Particularly just before they indulged themselves. A thrill that pushed me right to the limit, then back down, with the inevitable shrinking following it.

At this point, my time in the whirlpool more or less over, the pair I had forgotten stood, both leaving with hard cocks, heading for the showers or the steam. My original partner stood, putting his hand along my inner thigh, followed by turning his body in the center before settling his ass against the fucked man's stiff rod.

The sight was intensely erotic, without any desire to participate - it has always been a fantasy to be in the middle, but it was not going to happen here. Proudly aware that one reason it was such a hot threesome to watch had been my hand and foot work.

Leaving the turned on threesome alone in the hot tub, I rinsed off briefly in the shower area, not caring that my cock had become quite erect when being well soaped, as had been my ass, turning my body around under the rain style showerhead. This attracted some notice, but then, I wasn't the only one in that state.

Grabbing a couple of condoms from my bag, I entered the steam room behind another man. And almost immediately encountered several men near the door, a couple of them obviously interested in new arrivals. Hearing the sounds of sex nearby, I kept walking, hand already on my cock. After all, having already floated on top of a splashing column of water jutting straight up in a man's grasp, it wasn't as if there was a need to keep my horniness private, especially in such a sexually charged space.

Several figures were near the corner at the further wall, making it easy for me to keep out of the dim light coming from the entrance while approaching on the outside of the curved interior wall. Stopping, leaning back, beginning to stroke luxuriously, appreciating another scene of group sex.

Obviously, we had undergone the customary bathhouse transformation, enjoying the variety of partners so easily at hand, diving into a pool of wider sexual sensations. Just like on Friday afternoon, the dimly lit space was full of turned on men having sex, bodies rubbing, cocks pushing, hands pulling, asses being eaten and fucked. I couldn't stop playing with myself looking around, noting the men in the same condition, though the ones sucking or fucking were clearly more involved with partners. I found the public kneeling surprisingly erotic, knowing what it was like in both positions.

Circled fingers and thumb began to run up against my flared cockhead as a group formed in front of me. The freedom they were enjoying was incredible, none caring about who watched. Or possibly, interested in turning on more men to join them. I've certainly felt the same way in the past. As in the very recent past, in a jacuzzi full of naked men.

Standing near the inner shower entrance, just like on Friday, the gay group sex was entrancing, especially a quite sexy man, maybe in his early 30s, fit without being exaggerated, doing different things with different people, his cock always hard, even when on his knees sucking a man, each hand pumping a cock. He wasn't the only one so involved, but he did draw my attention, my cock appreciating the show he was creating.

And he certainly enjoyed kissing, being between two men, turning his head from one to another as he was sucked, a fourth man behind him, moving his hips. A man moved from the group, his cock erect, his hand finding my nipple a few seconds before his lips met mine, his tongue probing, mine quickly matching its action. His cock began to touch mine, making me put a hand on his ass, pulling him closer. Our mouths pressed, tongues swirling as the kissing grew irresistible, the intensity increasing as our cocks rubbed.

He tasted of cum, making me greedy, my tongue exploring his entire cock sucking mouth, our cocks following the rhythm of my probing desires. All the usual caution about having sex with men I'd recently seen having sex with multiple partners was being thrown to the wind, feeling his slippery cock glide over my horny rod. The fact that he had been sucking or fucking a number of men added to my extreme horniness, creating an extra attraction to my cock's desires, desires now given free reign. 

I thought he may have been the man from upstairs, and when his mouth moved to my neck, I sighed at the touch of his lips, bending my head to say 'so many cocks' while looking at the men in front of me. Pressing, cock to cock, losing ourselves in thrusting, waves building as our kissing continued. We were creating our own world of sheer lust, minds incapable of thought, drugged with raw sex, our bodies in complete control, hot cocks our shared focus, making each other feel fantastically good. Surrounded by a group of other men in exactly the same state.

At some point, we started surfacing, our mouths slowly parting, stiff cocks still touching. Looking around, only a couple of men were nearby, the group seemingly having dissipated. He stepped back a bit, and as the last pair retreated to enter the darkness at the back, only he, I and the sexy man from before were left together. Along with a couple of men at the further edges of the space, near the door or sitting in the middle of bench, a couple of yards away.

Turning to leave, it was a surprise when the younger man moved, reaching out, touching my thigh, his expression one of lust, cock still hard when I looked directly at it, my own cock back in the grasp of the other man. I saw how he began to stroke the third man's dick, and how the man I had been kissing bent a bit to start licking a taut sweaty nipple. Leaning closer, his lips invitingly parted, made it simple to start kissing him, enjoying the taste and texture of another cock sucker's sexy mouth, one that had shared itself with so many other slutty men.

We moved closer gradually, his stroking hand and dancing tongue guiding me closer, excited with my bare cock against such a sexy man. Knowing that he wanted to play with me, his cock and mine beginning to slide, his slippery hand sliding over my chest. The knowledge that he had been in middle of a group of men just added to my desire to be another of his unknown lovers, kissing in rhythm to our cocks.

The third man remained part of the group, seemingly subservient, hands and mouth moving, his tongue finding my nipple as the man rubbing his cock moved his strong hands to my hips, starting to hump me, cock sliding between my thighs, my balls feeling his cockhead and shaft as it moved. The other man moved closer. I felt his hand on my shaft, sliding with sweaty palm against the equally sweaty skin of the man getting off with me as his partner.

This sort of group sex has me thoroughly in its multiple partner grip, sensations surpassing decades old fantasies. Fantasies spurred by enjoying gay porn, cock in hand. Or even further back, stroking myself to orgasm while looking at my best friend's cock, cumming when he did. 

The thrusting changed, becoming more relaxed, creating space between us. A space quickly filled with another cock beginning to touch mine. Opening my eyes, I saw the other two men kissing, an arm reaching down to the ass of the man across from me. His hands slowly fell from my hips as he slumped, my hand playing with balls, fingertips brushing against the third man's ass fucking fingers.

Bending a bit, I took his nipple into my mouth, sucking it erect. His low moaning was easily heard through their kissing, becoming louder when my left hand reached down, holding all three cocks together. Nakedly indulging ourselves, having lost any thought of not rubbing cock with two willing men, partners who already been playing with other men.

The idea of having sex with someone who already had sex with others immediately beforehand is one of my most basic turn-ons. And an inevitable result of group sex. Drowning in lust, at the hands of two experienced sluts, one who had already sucked my cock, the other a man I found sexy, a very rare occurrence.

Hands guided my head upwards, wet lips gliding, keeping my tongue running over his salty skin reaching his lips, teasing them with strokes that curled my tongue. Changing rapidly to a penetrating style, our lips sliding while pressing, tongues lazy in the soft wetness of another man's mouth. 

At some point, around when my nipple was sucked into a stranger's mouth, my awareness fractured, resolving into individual parts from a more primitive level of my being, sharing cocks and lips and nipples and mouths and hands. Orgasm was impossible to stop, liquid heat in the steam, three cocks being covered in cum, pumping hands and mouths drifting over sweaty skin, cum adding its own magic to our mutual pleasures.