0 comments/ 19551 views/ 1 favorites Bathhouses In Another Land Ch. 01 By: glory_first Having a few days available this fall, and considering how easy it is to make online plans to visit a major city in another country, I took another step in my growing experience of bathhouses, recreating the 70s vibe to a fun extent, with weed, music, and poppers. Though it did take a while to find the shop with a large selection of modern popper formulations. It was easy to buy several varieties of poppers, talking a bit about the sauna I planned to visit with the man behind the counter, who was quite helpful. After having the bottles bagged, the person that rang it up threw in a few condoms and a map into the black bag. Saying goodbye, I went to the recommended nearby coffeeshop to enjoy a nice weed/hash blended joint, then took the metro to discover that the tram system was disrupted on the other side of the river due to construction. The bus replacement worked out with the help of a nicely tolerant woman, dealing with an obvious foreigner using an appropriate amount of amused good will. Finding the actual sauna did take a bit of time, the area being a bit confusing, especially in my current state, including my half hard cock rubbing along my jeans, knowing that soon I would be in a male only sauna. Finally discovering the address, I had to deal with the buzzer arrangement which seems to be universal at such places, though it has never been a barrier. The door unlocked, and after going inside, my glasses fogged instantly. Making it a bit difficult to see the bar area in front and to the right of me, a lounging area to my left, and the entrance to the locker area between the two. I took my glasses off while stepping up to the counter, noticing that towels were available behind the bar, as a older man greeted me, asking if I had ever been here. 'Not here, no' I answered, 'but several places like this one, though.' This didn't stop him from going through his accustomed introduction. Taking the key, I went to lockers, undressed, then returned to the bar. A couple of other towel clad men were sitting there, chatting with each other as I drank my beer. The feeling was small scale, much like that of a bathhouse visited last spring in a much smaller town a good hour ride away. A realization that surprised me, this being the second largest city of the land. And yet, here was a bathhouse with an enjoyable local feel, as if men from other countries rarely visited. Finishing the smallish glass of beer, I went towards the sauna area, a raised whirlpool to the right being the first thing seen after passing through the lockers. Showering, then entering the quite warm water, 3 men already relaxing in it. The nearest to me, and the youngest, maybe 25 if that, demonstrated how to turn the jets on. pressing a button behind him. As the bubbles rose, obscuring everything under the water, I felt him stroke me along my upper thigh. Returning the courtesy, we made each other hard, the other two men commenting about how my new partner's complaints concerning a lack of action were clearly no longer true. The conversation was not really understandable, though part of that was my increasing focus on my hard cock. He had already pushed the button several times, and we had found a solid rhythm, our cocks close to cumming without any concern of actually orgasming. A basic bathhouse skill, and one that tends to be difficult for younger beginners to master, I'm sure. The water was quite warm, and after the button being pressed numerous times, I had to leave. Further back, to the left, was a quite decently sized cold pool, which he jumped into, making waves splash onto the floor. I lowered myself in slowly, trying to deal with the coolness of the still sloshing water, much more hesitant. He turned towards me, a grin on his face. We were both half hard, and soon began rubbing cocks while kissing. Eventually, on the other side of the scale, the water simply became too cold for me to handle, even as our erect cocks pressed together perfectly. He made it difficult to leave, rubbing my cock as I used to the ladder to exit. Very slowly, unable to resist pausing as his hand gripped me, each step requiring a certain act of will. Finally out of the water, I quickly showered in the area opposite of the pool, returning to the bar to have another beer, chatting a bit about bathhouses, one man remaking that the city's other gay sauna was more crowded, and 'intrusive.' The second level was reached via a surprisingly grand staircase, which swept onto a large wall screen to the right, and 4 sofas to the left, obviously the porn area, though much of the space was empty, even with the furniture, that included side tables, and low tables in front of the sofas. The section behind the staircase included some fairly small, not exactly private, booths in a central corridor, which opened onto a sling. One that was surprisingly uncomfortable and poorly made, the extended bolt ends rough and uncovered as I explored its disappointing potential in the empty space. A disappointment easily balanced by the public gloryhole area, two panels in the darkness, one with two holes, the other 3. This made up for the disappointing sling - here were the first public gloryholes I had ever encountered, resembling ones seen in a picture from the late 70s in SF, with a man holding on to the holes to each side as he pressed his cock against the wall as deeply as possible, ass tight, obviously lost in pure male pleasure as a stranger got him off. Sadly, the entire area appeared empty. Doing a big hit of not exactly old fashioned Rush, breathing out, I walked back to the porn, finding a place on the sofa, noticing that the other two men in the space were rubbing their cocks, not quite hard. The previous movie was ending, and what followed riveted my attention. For the first time, I was watching glory hole porn in public, even if the public bathroom setting was not exactly my kick. Private porn booths have provided all my gloryholes experiences, though I did have some hopes about tonight, though dimming in the reality of the small number of visitors at 9pm on a Friday. The porn turned into a group sex scene, as the glory hole became just part of the action, the cameras recording several men enjoying the fantastic combination of unyielding wall with wanting cock, deep in an unknown man's skilled mouth. By this point, thoroughly turned on by the sexy scene and the jacking off going on to each side of me, I stood, cock jutting, walking to the back, holding my towel. Going outside of the central corridor this time, there was a gym horse, obscured by netting on three sides. I still have no idea what it could be for, but it worked well enough as a place to put my bag and towel before taking another hit of rush before going to the glory holes. Walking out of the space, I noticed a man going along the side of the stair case, hand underneath his towel, obviously stroking himself. Our glances met before I went to the glory holes, positioning myself behind the first panel. It only took a moment before his hand found my semi-hard cock, making it swell quickly, obviously rising though I couldn't see it. This is just part of the thrill of a gloryhole, the absolute division into two sides, with the unseen side the one getting off, beyond control. I felt his breath on my erect shaft, his lips brushing against my skin. Pulling back, I put on the already opened condom, then slid my cock through again, knowing he was already kneeling, waiting to suck a horny stranger off. Soon, in paradise, my sluttiness obvious to the cocksucker on the other side of the fixed wood panel. My entire body pressed against the wood, hips alone thrusting into his willing mouth, lips pressed, sliding perfectly along the length of my dick. My turned cheek was against the wood, my moans obvious even in the ear pressing itself tightly against the barrier, wanting nothing but his mouth to take me deeper. A glory hole combines extremes in a uniquely male fashion, being my first introduction to simple male sex. Excepting my experience jacking off with a friend (plus a few times with a friend of his) during the 70s, the true glory age of Penthouse, Playboy, Gallery, Club, and the other all too accessible porn mags, just before the dawn of the video cassette. This bathhouse clearly understood a glory hole's attraction, a throwback to the past of public male sex. Soon, my cock was pumping in orgasm, making me weak in the face of such irresistible pleasure, realizing again just how good a gloryhole could be for orgasming. My arms still luxuriously stretched above my head, he appeared at the edge of light and dark, his cock in his hand. I quickly turned from the sexy barrier, easily squatting to put my mouth at the level of his crotch as my hand felt his easily 3/4 erect cock. 'Use a condom,' he murmured with seeming authority, amusing considering I was opening one from my black bag, particularly in juxtaposition to the fact of my never sucking a stranger's cock without one. It was true that this was a rare demand, though an easy request to fulfill, fitting my own inclinations perfectly. Risks have not disappeared since my youth, after all, they are just better understood than in the early 80s, much less the late 70s. My response was well practiced, placing the condom end over his cock tip, fingers unrolling the condom's ring, tantalizingly moving the condom down, lips following the latex down his extended length. His panting a clear indicator of just how turned on he was as my mouth slid down his cock, unable to stop my mouth from sucking him off. I love cock sucking, and took full advantage of just how horny he likely was after making me cum so deep in his mouth. My skills are well practiced - it didn't take long to have him fully in my control, sucking his covered hot cock. His grunts started just a few seconds before his jets of cum passed my lips, my teeth still sliding along his covered rod as he softened between my lips, the condom's end full of his hot semen Afterwards, he stepped back, apparently to deal with his now cum filled condom. Something we shared, as my own sheath hung heavily off my cock. Both of us obviously having enjoyed our time in a male only sauna, finding like minded men for a pleasant evening in the warmth of streightforward male sex. I soon left the bathhouse, catching a bus at a different stop. Walking back to my hotel, I stopped at a bar, spending a few hours talking, feeling a bit nostalgic as people smoked cigarettes around me, the bar being one of the few places in the city that was intentionally breaking a recent no smoking ban. Things change over time, but it seems certain attractions and combinations remain universal, whether tobacco and alcohol in a bar, or weed and rush in a bathhouse. Bathhouses In Another Land Ch. 02 Waking up around 8am, the first thing I did was to enjoy several hits of the sticky black hash purchased yesterday, followed by taking a luxuriously hot shower. Back in the room, I took stock of, then resorted my supplies. Which included condoms, joints, cash, poppers, and a variety of maps. The weather was grey, but dry and not too cold for late October - the previous night had been comfortable sitting near the entrance of a bar, allowing plenty of fresh air to push away all the tobacco smoke. Having plenty of time to explore the city before any bathhouse would, I looked through my collected information. In particular, paying closer attention to the gay oriented map that had been put in my bag, along with a couple of free condoms, at the shop where I had purchased a selection of poppers. Which are perfectly legal to own, both here and at home (online ordering does not attract me in the least, however). The map was more or less blue and pink, with a number of ads. Including an international section, with a large ad for the big city sauna I had visited last spring. A bathhouse which had introduced me to the pleasure of fucking a man in a leather sling while we shared hits from his bottle of rush, lost in the rhythm as my cock slid in and out of his hot ass. Sprawled naked on the bed, studying the spread out map, I found the location of the more 'aggressive' sauna, ironically basically next door to my hotel. Very convenient compared to the efforts required last night, enjoyable as the evening in a new foreign city had turned out to be. This sauna opened at 1pm, giving me plenty of time to wander, eat lunch, followed by a bit of relaxation in a nearby coffeeshop before visiting my second bathhouse in two days. Entering at the street level entrance, I saw a narrow staircase in front of me, a gate placed at a landing about 2/3 the way up. The fat joint I had smoked just a few minutes ago was starting to have its effects, so it took a moment to find an actual buzzer, then waiting before opening the gate and walking the rest of the way upstairs. Where a bit more waiting was required before the final door was opened. This new bathhouse already had a different feel, much like the other big city one. However, the same question about having been here before needed to be answered before paying and getting a towel and key. After undressing, I took a quick shower, dried off, and returned to the bar. Talking a bit with the bartender/attendant, I commented how much easier here was to find compared to the other sauna. Also remarking how he seemed to be alone, which he chuckled at, replying that it probably violated a labor law or two. The number and variety of visitors here was notably higher than at the other bathhouse, providing a certain international feeling that seemed more fitting for a large port city. Exploring after drinking my beer, I saw the sling - better, but only adequate, at best. The cabins were fairly large, facing each other in a short corridor, with a large darkroom behind them, filling half of the rear space. The other half was filled with a large porn area, with 4 or more broad levels to recline on, and a number of men sprawled around, though none close to another viewer. Upstairs, there was a whirlpool, an L shaped lounging area with maybe a dozen recliners, and a steam room. Both the whirlpool and steam room were quite hot, with the steam room essentially a space with two plastic benches running its length, the least sexually inviting steambath I've encountered in a male only sauna. I returned to the bar area for another beer, getting nicely buzzed as the conversation turned to discussing mixed saunas and bathhouses, and the differences between mixed and male only facilities. The man at the corner was interested about my experiences with my wife, including the quite real boundary between adults being naked, with an unavoidably sexual element, and actual sex. He appeared seemingly honestly unaware that a male/female sauna would not have things like darkrooms or slings, somewhat sheepishly confessing that his experiences had only been in male only spaces. Admittedly, the country I was visiting, while not prudish, does not share the enthusiasm for public nudity (well, not exactly enthusiasm, but it is beyond tolerance, and appeals to a number of people as being natural) that tends to be a characteristic of where I live. About to finish my beer, I saw two men walk in, one roughly my age, the other one younger and Asian. They collected their towels, after being asked about any previous visits. They answered in English, much as I had before. The stream of incoming visitors seemed consistent, with a certain mood already being shared, possibly because several of us were clearly stoned, most of us were drinking, and all of us were interested in sex with strangers. Returning to the whirlpool, showering briefly, I stepped into the whirlpool, close to the single man sitting in it. He was roughly my age, distinctive, possibly Turkish or Iranian. The whirlpool was octagonal, with him in one section, and me sitting in the one 90° from his. I looked at his cock in the water, seeing the bush around it, looking at his face in profile before letting my body settle, legs spreading until my foot lightly touched his. By now, I had begun to play with my cock. Getting hard, I looked over to see him doing the same thing, his eyes centered on my stroking. We watched each other for a while, both of us obviously enjoying the sight of sexy cock. Then his left hand moved to my thigh, first lightly caressing, and gradually becoming insistent in pressing my thigh to move it. Our feet still touching, I shifted my other foot to run softly along his leg. Finally, his hand touched my cock, making me moan in release, and move my right hand to his jutting cock, looking closely at his reactions while exploring his horny dick, fingers gliding over his glans. Soon, we were jacking each other off in a mutual rhythm, the upstairs area still mainly empty. We both turned our heads to watch the recently entered foreign pair walk up the steps, both men taking off their towels as they reached the top. Our expressions undoubtedly betrayed our interest, not to mention what our hands were doing, both of us being unable to resist looking at a couple of new swinging cocks as they passed by, adding to our whirlpool pleasures. The water finally became too hot for me to tolerate, particularly after having almost cum several times, and being on the edge again. My cock was extended when I stepped out of the water, then showered in deliciously cold water, only slowly subsiding. I went into the steambath, whose entrance was just two steps apart from the open shower, and could barely see through the steam. The space was even hotter than before, but it became easier to endure, at least in the short term, when I the apparently American couple inside, kissing, cock to cock. They seem unconcerned about being observed, but also uninterested in any group fun. I stroked myself a few times as they rubbed, holding each other tightly, grinding their hot cocks, then left, a bit overheated. I showered again, took my towel from a recliner, dried off, then went downstairs to the porn area, naked, towel in hand. Several other men were in a similar state, naked and horny, something quite acceptable here. Something I certainly enjoyed, one of the reasons a bathhouse is such a delightful destination, as the variety of ages and types mixing so freely in mutual satisfaction gives lie to the idea that attractiveness is merely a matter of appearance. A number of men were in the porn area. The movie was of a threesome, quite hot, making me decide to spread my towel on the lowest platform in the front, and enjoy the show for a while. Stroking myself hard slowly, I noticed several other men had done the same, though everyone remained separate. And no one seemed to be using poppers, something that beckoning me to indulge them. When the scene changed, I returned to the bar, drank another beer, and noticed that an hour and a half had already passed, though the interval had felt much shorter. My mood reflected how easy it was to float in a sexual sea, noticing just how horny the other men at the bar were, not just myself. Especially the kissing pair, the one I could see with a jutting rod barely covered by his towel. There was also other less physical socializing at the bar, talking about saunas in general again. A man exchanged his towel, prompting me to ask the attendant if that was routine. He said it was, asking if I wanted another towel. Considering how damp mine was, I said yes, then took it off at the bar, the cool breeze making my exposed cock stir. After putting on the new one, I explained that my customary bathhouse did not have such a custom, though I could imagine asking for a second towel. After spilling a beer, for example. Which I had noticed that people here carried pretty much everywhere, including the porn area Another thing I had noticed were the mint bowls, something unrecognized at the other sauna (my guess had been stones for decoration in a large cut glass dish), though what they were became apparent after seeing a couple of men take and place a white disk in their mouth - something like King Pepermunt. Neither bathhouse offered any prepared food, but here, drinks were certainly being enjoyed in a steady flow, not just an occasional beer. Now in a perfectly intoxicated state, I walked back to the sling, sitting down, stroking myself, then opening the bottle to take a deep hit of rush. No one came by, and after a couple of minutes, I walked through the apparently empty darkroom, entering the porn area. Sitting, I played with my cock for a bit, looking at the hard cocks around me, my towel still covering my mostly hard cock. The porn simply wasn't that interesting. Walking out as I had entered, first through the darkroom. Followed by sitting in the sling again, getting hard while floating free, but never finding a really comfortable position. A cabin door closed, and as I sat in the sling, the sounds of male sex became obvious. Horny, I left the sling, then walked past the occupied booth, where a thin gap between door and frame allowed me to see what the two naked strangers were doing. I stopped, hand going to my cock, watching how two men were getting each other hard. The fact that I was a voyeur was a turn-on. Especially as anyone looking at me saw a naked man playing with his hard cock, a man obviously aroused by increasingly obvious gay sex, making me an exhibitionist at the same time. However, after a while, realizing I was also more or less blocking the crossway, it made sense to move into the cabin next to theirs, knowing that the younger Asian man was on his hands and knees, his cock hard as the older white man began to fuck him. Leaving the door open, I did another hit of rush, and took out a couple of condoms from my bag. The sounds of sex were irresistible, and my cock was hard as I lay stretched, listening to, and also imagining, the sex going on so close to me. A man stepped down the corridor, stopping between the two booths, perfectly positioned to see into the both. I was stroking my cock, listening to the wonderful sound of slapping skin, knowing that the Asian man was being fucked. In part because of his words - 'Fuck me Steve .. fuck me .. deeper .. fuck me .. fuck me Steve,' and in part because it fit well into my last view of their fucking. The man in the corridor shifted, coming to the entrance of my cabin, his hand reaching out to touch my eager cock as he put his knee on the edge of the platform. He began to bend down as I watched, prompting me to put up a hand and say condom. Turning a bit, I opened a condom package, placing the lubricated latex against my cockhead, unrolling it. His mouth followed, and after the condom covered my cock, I reached for the rush bottle, cock sinking into a stranger's welcoming mouth while the pair next to us fucked. The rush filled me with a sense of pure sexual energy, my cock being sucked so well by another man, whose stiff cock I was playing with. As the intense sexual wave from the poppers passed, I lifted my head to look at what was happening, and saw that a third man was stroking himself in the cabin directly across from us. I heard the door of the cabin to the right open, uncaring that their fucking was over, at least for now. It was barely possible to resist cumming as I was sucked, but the change in atmosphere made it easier. When the man on the other side approached my cocksucking partner, naked hard cock in hand, the man sucking my cock shifted his attention to a more willing partner. Truly, I was too close to the edge to continue, making this a perfect opportunity to shift location s I moved past a newly formed pair of horny men. Walking by the open booth, it was interesting to see the patterns on the platform, as the pair had clearly used some kind of oil during foreplay and their hot fucking. I returned to the bar, even more surprised to see how much time had passed, drinking another beer before returning to the back area. I noticed that the cabin along the route to the ark area had a number of holes drilled in its outside wall, but no one responded to my signalling fingers as they walked by towards the darkroom space. The door had been left open, as is my habit. I did another couple of hits of rush, making me feel extremely slutty. A passing man looked in, and seeing my cock being stroked, or perhaps attracted through the smell of the 'locker room' scent filling the space, he entered the cabin, shutting the door behind him. Though the gloryhole action had been a disappointment, getting sucked by a second stranger, after putting on one of the remaining condoms from my dwindling stock, was quite satisfying. Especially playing with his cock after sharing a hit of rush with him, then shifting my position while opening a condom, following the latex down his shaft as my fingers moved it down his rigid length. This was another confirmation of the universal attraction of a turned on cock in a Turkish bath. It has been a real revelation to recognize just how desirable a hard cock is, most definitely including mine. My bi friend had provided the first clue several years ago, when she asked about erections and age, something I had never thought about. My experiences since then show that a hard cock is something that others want to serve, and since my cock remaining easily aroused, probably due to my slutty nature, I have plenty of opportunities to indulge it. The attraction of hard cocks is something I understand, of course, being equally under their spell, now starting to suck him off, as he took a hit from my well-used bottle, obviously experienced in its powerful charms. Making my decision to use a condom quite smart, as I knew just how tempting it can be to get off with another man without any concern of the future, lost in the pure bliss of the present. My memory of the early 80s, when bathhouses were being closed, remains fresh enough, for reasons that remain valid. And yet, I can't resist enjoying the same fantastic mix of sex and drugs, even with the benefit of perspective. At least condoms are practical enough to prevent truly long term concerns, especially in connection with my wife, who more seriously terrified of AIDS than I, being 3 years younger, influenced by the reality of what happened in the wake of the fantastic freedom of the late 70s. Something I could almost experience, though it took decades before the opportunity of sex with other men presented itself. Leaving the cabin, I returned to the bar, where the attendant/barkeep asked if I wanted another beer. I grinned, as did he, but I turned him down, before asking him about leaving and returning, something not possible at the first bathhouse I had visited. 'No problem,' he said, 'at least if you return before my shift ends.' 'Which is when?' 'Around 9,' he replied, making me laugh a bit, saying I was certain it wouldn't be longer than a half hour, the clock indicating 7pm, surprisingly late compared to my internal estimate. I had already spent 5 hours immersed in big city bathhouse life, enjoying the interplay of men, beer, porn, water, weed, sex, and poppers. Going down the steps after getting dressed, I knew that smoking another fat weed/hash joint at the nearby coffeeshop would be a perfect addition. Leaving around 7pm, I returned to the coffeeshop, where I rolled a really big joint, enjoying the chance to smoke it without any concerns, feelings its effects fill me. An extremely small part of my mind was aware that this was becoming a true recreation of the 70s, with the pounding music in both the coffeeshop and the bathhouse adding another layer of enjoyment getting and becoming really stoned, ready to enjoy the male only company found in the bathhouse, filled with naked men as gloriously horny as me. Bathhouses In Another Land Ch. 03 'Another .. naughty .. oh yeah .. suck me .. so good .. so naughty.' Having just lazily lifted my head enough to look down my sprawled naked body, I saw men at both sides of my spread legs, the one to the left holding the base of my rigid cock, offering the other man the glistening rod. My head sank back as his lips returned, spreading his wet mouth slowly over my cockhead, then with perfect slowness sliding down my shaft, before shifting direction, returning to the irresistible rhythm which had so captivated me. Stoned and drunk, cock bare and in a stranger's mouth, fulfilling of a decades old desire. Beyond all concerns, my cock ruling not just myself, but two other men, both unable to resist the opportunity to fill their mouths with the taste and shape of a willing stranger's turned-on cock. Being a cocksucker myself, I fully understood such cock worship, just as they understood my complete and willing surrender to their desires. My current state in this large darkroom in a foreign city was comparable to that of my very first visit to a male only sauna at home. A similar joy of surrendering to the unbelievable pleasure a stranger's willing mouth could create at the very center of my being. A similar feeling of having crossed some undefinable line in the darkness, motivated by nothing but pure horniness, discovering how fantastic it was to just let myself go in the face of such skillful attention, indulging myself fully in wonderful gay sex. On that first occasion, it was being rimmed for a seeming eternity, my ass a slave to his tongue's magic. Learning how utterly incapable I was to stop him, and loving it, a stranger kissing my ass until I was moaning and grinding my hole against his swirling tongue, a bathhouse virgin losing his cherry, unable to think, a slut in paradise. Knowing no reason not to let myself go, getting off anonymously with other men in a darkroom for the very first time. Now, several years after that first experience, being being sucked by two men in a sauna in another country, I was loving it, again beyond any care, letting the present wash away my younger fantasies in a flood of reality. Merely the tiniest part of me aware how easily my cock had gone from one stranger's mouth to another, only dimly recognized through a shift in rhythm and lubrication at some point in the indefinably perfect haze of the immediate past. That small awareness simply increased my horniness when formed into words - 'oh yeah .. two cocksuckers .. naughty .. hot suckers .. shouldn't .. go down .. oh yeah .. suck me .. naked cock .. naughty cock suckers.' Having already given in, there was no longer any reason to think stopping would make any difference. Fully aware that getting sucked by two people was a pleasure that I had always wanted to experience. Something happening right now, my hot cock well coated in two men's sexy juices, my first cocksucker taking me deep again, before returning his lips to just underneath my flared cockhead while the second man let his hand wander through my curly bush, and over my balls. And I had tried my best before letting a stranger's mouth engulf my cock for a fourth time, knowing that there would be no more interruptions on my part, having become overwhelmed in face of the skills of these two unknown men. I knew that letting my cock be sucked this way was to be avoided, at least from a rationally cautious perspective. But after my best efforts had proved inadequate, it was only fair to let body rule in a gloriously sexual way, my mind having done a fine job bringing me to this state of lust. Without being able to deliver the final safety margin, even after taking several minutes of concentrated, and fruitless, effort. Ironically, it had merely been happenstance that the condom was too small. I had been laying on my spread out towel in the darkroom, watching a fivesome to my right, fisting my hard cock when he had moved next to me. Somewhat acknowledging his presence, I looked at him briefly before returning my attention to the gay group sex scene, already losing focus as I watched a black man get his cock sucked by the man he had been ass fucking previously, another man sliding his extended cock into the black man's willing ass. All condom free, a fact currently keeping me firmly in an observer role, as almost always the case with an uncovered cock in the past. Feeling lips slide over my cockhead, unable to stop from moaning 'oh yeah,' my eyes closed in bliss, unconcerned as the physical pleasure again outraced any thought. As his tongue began to swirl its way along my sensitive slit, I could barely murmur 'condom' while fumbling in the dark, finding the last one (of the original four), ignoring the bottle of rush next to it in the black bag. A last concession to the reality that had postponed enjoying unrestrained sex with strangers, knowing that a hit from the yellow bottle would obliterate whatever restraint still existed. A tempting thought, of course, though a step too far for what remained of my rational mind, even after five hours in a male only sauna. Putting on the barely lubricated condom simply hadn't worked, creating a bit of frustration, which led to a bit of desperation. Intimately knowing just how willing he was to suck my wanting cock, I explicitly asked him to start again, the idea being to lubricate my shaft before trying to get the latex sheath past my cock head. Fully aware of what a compromise this was, and beyond longer caring. His mouth was irresistible, something we both recognized. He took his time having my cock fill his mouth following my asking, doing a thorough job of reminding me why a condom was unimportant compared to the ongoing pleasure his mouth offered while going down on me. A male pleasure willingly offered and indulged, both of us enjoying spending time together just like this, naked in the dark with a stranger. He stopped after a proper interval, manners impeccable, and for a few moments, I made a final attempt to put the sheath over my rigid length. He even held the base of my rod as I tried to slide the condom over the head, without success, unable to get it to fit. I abandoned the attempt, saying 'suck me .. oh yeah . just suck .. suck my cock' as he started going down on me again, the third time the charm neither could resist. We had both played by the rules, which was more than sufficient by now, especially after having done my best before allowing him to suck my uncovered length. Submerging in bliss, eyes closed, other men having public sex around me as I joined them. It was easy to accept that this might be a fine time for my bare cock to be sucked, submerging in the pleasure of strangers pleasuring my stiff shaft. Much like the very first time I had kissed a man several years ago, cock to cock, letting him suck me after having resisted for more than a half hour of consensual contact, feeling so horny after 'fucking' him from behind, humping my cock against his, watching the porn playing on the monitors in front of us in the cabin as my cock rode against him, watching porn on the screens in front of us. Our bodies were sweat-soaked in the late summer heat, turned on, hands pressed against his hips, guiding him in pleasuring my wanting cock. Utterly lost under the skill of an older man, knowing he fully understood the state he had created, wanting him to pleasure me in a way that no woman ever had. His hard cock undeniably sexy against mine, as enticing as any woman's pussy, including my wife's fantastically tight cunt at the peak of her cycle. Of course, a rational part of my mind was currently aware of the extent I was letting myself slip into this essentially forbidden but fantastically hot state, unconcerned about anything except the satisfaction of having my cock sinking into a stranger's wanting and wet mouth. Feeling his warm and talented lips surround me, I lost all hesitation, giving in to our shared desires. However, that certainly hadn't included the idea of a second stranger adding himself, crouching on my left side, handing my cock back to the first cocksucker after he had sucked it so well. Utterly unaware of when that second man got on the platform, or of anything else about him apart from the feel of his sexy mouth sliding down my fully erect length at some point, his saliva different from that of the first stranger, the one that had so completely led me to this state. The second cocksucker was even naughtier than the first, taking advantage of an already slick and horny cock in the dimness, though this fact was unimportant at this point. In some slightly twisted sexual way, this was a bit of mutually sweet payback for having stopped the initial cocksucker after his first attempt to go down on me, when he could feel my body betray its desire to be his, quivering as he tasted me. Here, laying on a softly comfortable darkroom platform in a foreign bathhouse, captivated by the feeling of strangers sucking my utterly willing cock, I couldn't stop appreciating the shared universality of male lust as mine was satisfied. Even with my fractured sense of awareness, there could be no denying the power of male talent in satisfying another man, and no possibility of resisting it after learning what anonymous male sex is like. Both of the strangers going down on me wanted my cock, with me completely willing to give it to them, especially after that final condom had proved impossible to use. Beyond temptation, the naked feel of a stranger's mouth overwhelming any concerns about where it may have been in the past. Since where it was right now was perfect, unable to stop either of them from sucking me anyways. Words kept tumbling from my mouth, mainly concerning cock sucking and being so naughty, how much I loved men going down on me, wanting my cock sucked by such horny men. Something they undoubtedly already understood, lips and mouths knowing exactly how much my cock enjoyed them giving it head, pulsing and throbbing as they both blew me, the second man taking my cock deep again. The group to my right seemed to have dispersed by the next time I could open my eyes, an unimportant detail at this point, my cock having become the total center of my being. A being in paradise, wet and warm, bathed in two kneeling men's hot mouths, fingers on my nipples. Both knowing just what a slut I was, unable to resist any man willing to suck me when hard. To the extent that condom free experiences were becoming the irresistible norm recently, after years of strict discipline. Yet here, two strangers were taking full advantage of me, with my full cooperation. It was fantastic, making it simple to understand why condoms remained so rare when such powerful and simple pleasures were available almost instantly when hard. The scent of poppers was in the air, reminding me of what sort of place this was, one I had fantasized about for years, were sex was rampant, easily shared among horny strangers. Groaning openly, saying things like 'I love men .. fuck yeah .. cock lover .. suck me,' lost in pure animal contentment, several men were around us, all stroking their cocks. At some point, the man to my left exited the room, letting the original cock sucker concentrate on me without any distraction. Taking me deep again, almost to the very root of my cock, he was one of the finest cock suckers I had ever known, his slick saliva perfectly matching his motions, both unmistakably male. Realizing that no defense against the pleasure was possible, I knew that the gloriously inevitable end was approaching. A slowly building end, forcing me to put my hands on his head, saying 'make me cum cocksucker .. fill your mouth .. make me cum so good .. naughty hot cocksucker .. oh yeah .. do that again .. my hot cocksucker .. take me deep .. yeah .. mouth fucker.' At some point in the recent past, he had shifted position, allowing my right hand to find his rigid cock, starting to pump him, knowing that my orgasm was unstoppable. My hot cum filled his mouth, as I thrusted repeatedly with each jet pulsing through my cock. My stroking along his length grew erratic as waves of orgasms swelled from my balls to the tip of my extremely sensitive cock slit, his tongue sliding over it, creating sensations of such intensity it was impossible to distinguish them as pleasure or pain. As my cock drained itself fully into his semen soaked mouth, my stroking improved, the ability to concentrate slowing returning, his cock becoming a focus of devoted attention. I turned a bit, bringing my left hand up, then sliding it along his chest until settling itself to play with now hardening nipple. He moved his face from my cock, settling back as I played with his body. He shifted a bit, then bent down, his lips approaching mine, my hand gripping his rod fiercely after realizing what he was going to do. The idea of sharing cum has always been one of my naughtier fantasies, if only occasionally indulged in over 3 decades. The first taste of his mouth drove me into a frenzy, my tongue driving itself past his, running over his teeth, then along the inside of his cheeks. My left arm went along his head, pulling him harder against me, forcing our lips to press and slide. My hand moved against his ear, sweat lubricating our skin, my palm circling in the same demanding rhythm that my right hand was using on his cock. Helplessly making moaning sounds which could not escape past our connected mouths, his intimate sounds providing me further hints on how to best make him cum. An arm went under my head, tightening, then slackening as my tongue swirled around his. Using a bit of simple suction, his tongue went deep in my mouth, held there as I felt his cock swell, followed by the first jet of hot cum hitting my skin as our cum fueled kissing continued. His orgasm overwhelmed him, its speed and unstoppable power surprising us both, his body surrendering itself as completely to the pleasure of a stranger's mouth in the dark as I had. Laying back after hearing his murmured words of satisfaction, the taste of cum in my mouth and another man's semen on my skin, I fully understood why this had been such an attraction in the late 70s. Leaving the darkroom, I saw that an hour had passed effortlessly, most of that time with my bare cock in one man's mouth or another's. Knowing that it wouldn't be too long before another opportunity arose to enjoy such bathhouse pleasures. Bathhouses In Another Land Ch. 04 I returned home on Sunday evening, bringing with me two unopened varieties of poppers, having left all my smoking supplies behind, sitting on a bench in a sunken park, sculpture lining a stretch of what had likely been a canal in the past, a casual 5 minute walk away from the still under construction main train station. Smoking supplies which were still generous, even after having enjoyed a fat joint in the pleasant early afternoon sun in late autumn, before walking to the station, then spending the next six hours in a high speed train, enjoying the total relaxation after having spent almost the entire day before in a bathhouse. My wife is familiar with the effects of weed on me, and generally indulges my horniness whenever I partake during a trip. Or just being horny - like last spring, after my first visit to a big city bathhouse, telling her what happened as she played with my nipple while I jacked off. Well, at least a part of it - the tales my wife hears tend towards more restraint than the ones shared here, to correspond to her tastes. Poppers, for example, are a long known taste of mine, especially when paired with some good smoke and porn - something she doesn't quite indulge herself, keeping most of my my fantasies of introducing her to the same array of sexual delights as I experienced in the late 70s and early 80s largely unfulfilled. Getting into bed after my travels, a couple of hours after walking home from the streetcar stop, I reached for her, hearing her somewhat bemused voice say something about my horniness. Prompting me to lead her hand to my still flaccid cock, replying along the lines of not being exactly horny yet, but certainly wanting to be. 'And what did you do when I wasn't around?' she inquired, her hand finding my cock before she was finished. 'Well ... do you really want me to tell?' 'Sure - you want to anyways - it isn't as if I'll be that surprised. Though a woman walking into your room on your last trip was a bit unexpected.' 'Not that anything happened, attractive as she was.' 'That was because of the sauna, right?' Which was true, admittedly - though I had seen her again, my interest had been fairly specifically directed towards experiencing gay group sex in a major city. And though attractive, it was just a chance encounter, unlike what I had planned, full of not exactly random encounters with other horny naked men. We settled into our federbetten, the down filled quilts becoming warm fairly quickly, autumn still mild around Halloween. Tonight, she had slipped into bed naked, like I. Something rare, as normally, like most women her age here, she wore pyjamas to bed in the colder months. Being naked, the bed grew warm as our bodies touched, naked skin being better than covered in terms of warmth, though the initial coldness of the sheets is something to be endured. Her hand on my cock, she asked 'What did you do this time?,' causing a sigh as she began to slide her spread fingers between my thighs. She turned into me, a breast against my side, her lips finding my neck, fully knowing that this was the best way to hear me 'confess.' A somewhat circumspect one, keeping her unaware of just how fully male only sex could fill someone's time. Trying to sound casual, I replied 'Well, I did go to another bathhouse' as her teeth began to expertly move along my sensitive skin, scant moments away from creating another hickey, her hand letting her know just how thoroughly I was in her control, cock erect. The after effects of smoking a good half gram of hash and weed several hours ago were still obvious. Letting me think that using my newly acquired jungle juice, allowing a comparison of the varieties I had bought, was possible. A certain familiar feeling grew in my middle, knowing that another part of my sexual adventures with men would be shared with someone else. Unlike my bi-friend, my wife has no experience of sex with someone of the same sex, and tends to be a bit suspicious of the whole thing. Partially because the idea of 'bi' seems hard for her to grasp, and partially because of her distrust of male only sex - a reasonable enough concern. The thrill of telling her about a couple of my adventures while enjoying the enhancing qualities of the poppers next to our bed, on my side, was too powerful to resist, an almost hollow feeling with a hard center, a familiar one, often just before getting off with a stranger. Hopefully, this bottle's effects would be more powerful than the fairly mild ones of the current rush knock-off I had experienced less than a day before. 'What did you do?' she repeated, getting to the heart of the matter, her hand now stroking my full length, her tongue touching my ear. 'I sat on sling, stroking myself as a couple of men watched. It took me a minute to get in it, and it wasn't that comfortable.' 'Sat on what?' 'A sling - a thick leather pad with chains at each corner. I sat down and stroked myself in public, just like at the movie theater years ago.' 'Like now?' 'God yes, like I'm stroking now. With other men watching.' 'Did you look? Tell me what you did.' Her tongue returned to my neck, a finger sliding over my turned on nipple. Playing with myself, the rising pleasure allowing me to share more of my experiences. 'I played with my cock, looking at other men doing the same. After a while, we were all hard. I was really horny - their cocks were really sexy.' Pausing, she asked how old they were, an unanticipated direction for a question. I replied somewhat older than me, making her say that they probably found me attractive, a perspective that had never occurred to me. Not that I planned to tell her how it felt to fuck someone on a sling, sharing poppers, my covered cock in paradise, deep in man's smooth ass. A memory that had been making me hard while sitting on the sling then, feeling the smooth leather warm under my ass, knowing that a hard cock and spread legs could be considered an invitation. Admittedly, it wouldn't be the first time such an invitation had been accepted. I have been sucked off in a more advanced sling, years ago in a porn complex, legs spread wide, floating, my horny cock the center of my moving body, a fantastic experience. But there is something primal to be said about the feeling of polished leather, reflecting all the sex it had involved in, knowing that it could easily handle even the roughest male fucking. 'I left the sling and went to the dark area. It was pure sex. Group sex .. you could smell poppers .. gay sex .. in the room .. sexy moans .. deep hit .. talking dirty. I was horny - like now.' My concentration was fading, so I reached down to get the new bottle of jungle juice, creating a small break. 'What are you getting?' 'Just some .. I bought poppers .. I want to cum .. so good.' 'Do they make you horny?' 'You know that - and you should try, just once, with your toy getting you hot, have your slippery ass fingered.' 'Stop, don't talk like that, I don't like it.' 'Well, talking about it, sure. But doing it? You love it, from getting so wet to moving your hips to feel my finger, wanting me to play with your ass again.' 'Sometimes, maybe.' 'Playing with your toy is a perfect opportunity. Like now.' An offer that is always completely sincere - I love watching my wife jacking off to her vibrator, so wet and pink and pulsing. 'Later' she murmured, sliding her upper leg to slide against my cock, slowly jacking as we talked. After a minute, on the edge of orgasm, the mechanics of using the brown bottle provided a welcome distraction to the onrushing pleasure of her furry leg sliding along my horny shaft, lazily changing direction as it rubbed back and forth. The bottle now in both hands, my left hand had stopped stroking and pulling against her calf. I shifted my body a bit, moving up against the head of the bed, bringing my cock closer to her head. 'I went to the bar - talked to a gay man about saunas while drinking another beer.' 'How drunk were you?' 'Not very, though we drank our beer quickly. I was really stoned.' 'You were stoned?' 'Very, and legally - the coffeeshop was close by anyways. Getting stoned makes me horny - I'm not the only one that is true about.' 'What did you talk about?' she asked, returning to the main subject. Sliding down a bit, moving herself to balance her crotch against my knee, changing position, and switching hands and nipple. Her breasts were invitingly close to my horny cock, a very sexy view. It was impossible to resist at this point, so I told her about seeing him get hard as we talked. And seeing how he watched me as my hand began to touch my swelling cock under my towel, right at the bar, flirting in a truly sexy way, talking about saunas full of naked people, and their differences. 'A gay sauna has places .. you can fuck .. he was surprised .. straight saunas .. aren't full of .. sex .. naked people .. I explained.' This wasn't a particularly coherent recollection, but my wife seemed to follow the main thread, her pussy beginning to move against my knee - a bony one, according to her, likely an accurate enough appraisal. Something she was using to her pleasure, it seemed. 'What did you do?' I heard, but it was getting more difficult to answer as my concentration shifted focus. 'Tell me about a gay sauna' were the next words she spoke, as my increasing horniness allowing me to talk more freely. I could feel her breath just above my cock, and knew that temptation could not be resisted much longer. 'Men and women .. public sauna .. no sex .. but tempting .. he didn't understand .. we .. we went to the orgy room .. I was hard .. saw fucking .. sucking.' 'Tell me what you did' she said, just a few seconds before lips lightly brushed the tip of my cockhead. I opened the bottle, taking a deep hit. Holding my breath, the rising sensations were fantastic, her mouth taking me deeper, the wetness wonderfully distinct from that of her pussy. My wife has no problem with my nostalgia for an earlier era, as long as it fits her ideas of good sexual public health, circa 1987 or so. Something I find amusing, my awareness of the risks being both older and considerably more up to date than hers. Nonetheless, these concerns are both reasonable and worth respect, as she was proving again, her mouth slowly sliding over my turned on cockhead. I closed the cap on the newly filled jungle juice bottle, having saved the other two thirds in the recently bought bottle after coming home, hoping to preserve it as long as possible in an air tight gasketed Italian glass container. 'I saw men fucking and sucking .. cocks so hard .. he played with my cock .. I did a hit .. it was so good.' The head of my cock was fully enclosed in her mouth. Holding my breath, the animal sensation of rush filled my cock, causing me to speak like a total slut, hips beginning to move my cock deeper into her mouth, words pouring from me as I breathed out. 'Cock suckers .. so good .. group fucking .. hard cocks .. he played with my nipple .. stroked me.' Words overwhelmed all restraints as my wife sucked me off, her skills an interesting contrast to the cocksuckers at different bathhouses, her long practice in getting me off able to counterbalance the male enthusiasm and skill of men sucking my cock for the first time. 'They were fucking .. cock suckers .. my cock was so hard.' The waves of orgasm were building she went down on me, her hand sliding along my shaft to underneath my cockhead, her tongue sliding over it, my eyes closing again after watching her suck me. To my frustration, she actually paused, taking her mouth away to ask 'What did you do?' 'Nothing .. they were crazy .. no condoms at all.' A true statement, though it left unstated the attraction of a bare cock being sucked, just like now. 'We shared a hit of rush - another man played with my nipple - jacking off watching, so much sex.' 'Really no condoms?' 'It seemed so. I walked to another section, one with booths, most with doors open. But one booth had a closed door, though there was a crack you could see through.' 'Did you look?' 'I listened first. They were clearly fucking, talking dirty. The booth walls did not meet the ceiling, making the sounds obvious.' 'Did you get hard?' 'Yes - and I went in to the booth next to theirs, laying on the pad stroking my cock. Other men were around, lingering, horny. Another man got hard in the booth across from mine - it really turned on seeing him play with his cock, showing off just like decades ago, and getting turned on looking at his sexy cock.' My hand had strayed to my cock as we spoke, her fingers playing with my nipple knowingly, fully aware of just completely she could turn me into a hot slut. 'Tell me what you saw.' 'Let me get the bottle .. fuck .. I saw them fuck.' Her fingers stayed in contact, sliding down to my bush as I shifted to pick up the bottle. Talking like this is really sexy, because I need to be really turned on before actually saying them to her. A condition which she has no problem with, her hand beginning to stroke my inner thigh, making me pause opening the bottle, knowing that her hand could stray lower, already on the verge of begging her to touch my ass. 'You looked at them fucking, didn't you?' she asked in a tone that seemed amused, her fingers beginning to lightly brush the hairs under my sack, an unbelievably exquisite sensation. 'Yes. I left everything in the booth, then wandered past. There was a crack ,, it let me look in, He was so hard, on his hands and knees.' 'What did you see?' My wife tends to be unimaginative at times, though by now, that was utterly unimportant. 'Fucking .. Asian man .. so hard .. hands and knees .. cock hard .. getting fucked . being ridden .. cock bouncing.' Her fingers had slid down along my inner thigh, making it difficult to open the bottle, as it became clear that she would finger me when I begged her to. She almost always waits, a long running part of our relationship. One that is beyond my power to end, this being the way she is. Holding my breath as long as possible, her fingers so close to my ass, I couldn't stop from begging as my lungs filled again, the sensation in my cock growing as her fingers began to lightly glide over the hairs around my wanting ass ring, then leaving. My wife is very familiar with my fantasies about being fucked, a desire she shares, one generally satisfied with my finger when getting off with one of her magic wands, even if she often denies her interest before or after getting fingered. 'I saw him .. so hard .. being fucked .. yes .. fuck yes .. finger me .. I love it.' 'Like he did?' 'Fuck yes .. he was so hard .. finger me.' My ring was pulsing as her now moistened fingers began to press around it. I spread my legs, hand pumping my cock, surrendering to the sensations centered on my ass, wonderfully dirty ones, no longer fantasizing about what it would feel like as her slippery fingers began to go deeper. 'What did you see?' 'Fucking .. hot fucking .. fuck me .. like him.' At this point, the feeling of her fingers going deeper became overwhelming. This was not a confession - she was very familiar with just how much I loved getting fingered when hard. Something she understood, sharing the same desire when turned on. A desire she has been fulfilling over two decades, even if finding it 'dirty' afterwards, almost always leaving the bed to clean herself after making me cum. Something she in no way demands from me after cumming with my finger pleasuring her ass. My desiring ass was completely under her control as her finger went deeper, my cock stroking slowing in time to her motion. 'I stroked myself .. like this .. watching them .. other men around .. they saw me .. watching .. go deeper .. fuck me.' The rush had filled me, my mouth under its control, revealing my hidden desires, ones that she was again leading me to enjoy utterly, legs spread, words changing to moaning as she finger fucked my hole. Slowly recovering from my descent into pure poppers sluttiness, I felt her grinding her well lubricated cunt against my raised knee, in rhythm to her fingering, her own words becoming more primitive. 'Horny ass fucker .. hands and knees .. hard cock fucker .. hot fucking.' By now, my hand had slid over her butt, parting her cheeks to explore her ass, then sliding over her pussy, feeling it wetness before again sliding over her asshole, making her gasp as my slippery finger began to circle it. She moved up a bit, her breasts against my cock, her expression distant as she asked, in a distracted way, 'What happened?' 'I went upstairs to the whirlpool, Another man was in it.' We were fingering each other's horny ass, her mouth close to my cock. 'The water was clear .. we were both touching our cocks .. my foot touched his .. his cock was so sexy .. he touched my thigh .. I looked as his hand stroked my cock .. I touched his cock.' The thrill was incredible, finally telling my wife that I had played with another man's cock, no longer the purely passive observer of what others did to me, as in the past. I opened the bottle with my right hand, a not exactly rusty skill, taking a deep hit. Then closing the bottle quickly, before its effects would make me incapable of anything but surrendering to its pure pleasure, knowing that this time, I would be unable to resist its power. Her fingering was skilled, but when she went down on me, the sensation almost made me breath out too early, pumping my cock into her open mouth. I held the hit as long as possible, feeling her wet lips slide down my shaft, her finger beginning to move in my ass. Her wet pussy was slowly moving against my slightly raise3d knee, her asshole being being fingered by my left hand. Uncaring about what it revealed, I began to tell her what it was like to play with another man's cock, a man already playing with mine. 'He was so so sexy .. I touched his cock .. as he touched mine.' Her mouth went deeper down my shaft as I talked, her finger slowly withdrawing as her mouth began to go back up my shaft. The contrast was fantastic, and when it reversed, I knew that orgasm was inevitable, a fact equally known to my wife. 'His cock was so .. sexy .. so hard .. so soft,' the words escaping my lips as orgasm began to rise, 'so hard .. so soft. I played with his cock .. touched a man's cock .. it was so sexy.' My finger continued to play with her ass as her cock sucking led me on, telling her about how horny I was, stroking another man's hard cock in the whirlpool, uncaring about whoever saw us, in a place where no one cared about sexual games. 'His cock was so soft .. and so hard.' For the first time letting my wife know I had played with a stranger's cock, unable to resist as her finger went deeper into my ass, her mouth covering my cock in warm wetness, the jungle juice making her fingering feel so wonderful, my ass completely under her control, her fingering making me cum as I began to pant 'so hard .. so soft,' the words perfectly matching the pulsing jets of my orgasm.