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The bathhouse is one of those places that almost all men are aware of, with a curiosity that tends to remain more subliminal than anything else. Describing it as a male only sauna provides a certain cover to what really goes on, as a female only sauna is not a place for uninhibited sex. Calling a bathhouse a gay sauna seems imprecise, though.
For most bathhouses I have visited, gay sauna does not fit well as a description. This is not to say that rampant sex between men does not occur at such saunas. Nor deny that the reason such places are visited by so many is the opportunity to get off surrounded by other horny men. A bathhouse provides a place for men to get naked with other like minded men, without any concern that anyone inside is uninterested in male only sex.
A willing mouth sliding down a stiff shaft always feels entrancingly fantastic, and whether a man’s or woman’s is a trivial distinction. A distinction that becomes meaningless as soon as the cock sucking starts. At the baths, one learns how this is often equally meaningless when repeatedly giving in to those heavenly sensations, whether to the first or third cock sucker during a single encounter or over an entire visit as it becomes impossible to keep track of how many mouths have gone down on you. One of the more satisfying discoveries to be made at the baths is how wonderfully often an erect cock will be skillfully sucked.
A jutting cock is its own signal to those that see – or feel – its hardness. If a cock is hard, it is unlikely to resist a soft wet mouth sliding down its length or being guided into a lubed waiting hole. Men at a bathhouse have no need for doubts when it comes to playing with other men, just a certain sense of something like tact, with an easy acceptance of rejection. The reason to learn about rejection is that there will be times you will be the one rejecting a stranger’s interest.
That all men know what being hard means is one of the primary factors explaining how the bathhouse becomes a place where everyone is free to enjoy a thoroughly shared sexual atmosphere. Being naked allows more directness, with plenty of ways to approach partners that do not involve anyone needing to be already erect. Getting hard with someone is also exquisite, much like having a group grow, losing track of how many people you are involved with.
The steam room is particularly suited for this to occur after wandering inside. You may pass a man whose hand starts to slide along your uncovered thigh, making you pause long enough to know he is interested in playing with your exposed cock. As his touch makes your cock swell, he easily draws you closer. Only slowly realizing he is guiding your shaft towards a kneeling man’s lips after it starts to occur, already in a threesome, stroking the now available cock of the man beside you, slippery with the spit of the man going down on you.
Depending on circumstances, possibly a fourth man approaches as the kneeling man is sucking two strangers together. He may decide to kneel too, or have his cock approach the cock sucker’s mouth, or start running a hand over and under your ass, fondling your balls as you feel his body press against yours. Whatever happens will be heavenly, and if a fifth or sixth man approaches, having them add to the pleasure is part of the thrill of getting off like this. Numbers are not precise when it happens, and unimportant when surrendering to the opportunity to have mouth after mouth on your willing cock, beyond thinking as it occurs. Aware only of blissfully floating in a sea of group sex, something only possible when in a group.
The straightforward ability of men to actively indulge in sex with multiple strangers is something that women do not understand, apart from fantasy. Fantasies normally involving a certain aspect of submission, not a reality of sexual freedom among equals. I have no personal experience of a sex club, but from talking with women who do, it is rare to find single women, and those who arrive with a man generally expect the man to be in charge of what happens.
This is not talking about roles or preferences, but of an underlying difference. Such as the fact that women are rarely as quickly turned on as men, and generally much less motivated by seeing sex around them. A first time baths visitor is already aware of what happens inside, a fact that will be confirmed by the person at the counter before being admitted to a new bathhouse. An awareness that is the underlying reason for taking that initial step into an unknown yet intriguing sexual world.
The first time is much like the first time entering a sex shop after turning old enough, desire overriding apprehension about being seen entering a place where sex is the overt reason to be there. Being hesitant when looking around, trying to not show that you are getting turned on looking at hard core magazine covers. Covers depicting a wide variety of sexual activity, explicitly exciting. Then istanbul travesti working up the courage to buy one in a turned on haze, cock erect as you pay, beyond caring if anyone knows how horny you are.
Later, both simply by reflecting and by visiting a couple of different sex shops when opportunity arises as you get older, you recognize that most men have gone to sex shops, for exactly the same reasons as yourself. Unsurprisingly, single women or couples in such sex shops were an exceedingly rare occurrence, especially since the main focus in decades past was on magazines and video booths, porn intended for a male clientele.
A clientele that was often furtive, in part because of a certain embarrassment being in a seedy place, one that is essentially exclusively male. Where explicit porn is openly displayed, with the clear appeal of jacking off while looking at it, either at home with a new magazine, or in a video booth. An appeal equally obvious to all the customers, that being the attraction in the first place. Yet something also generally not acknowledged, the most likely reason being that most of the men inside are not gay, but they are all horny. And the hornier you get, the more ideas that start to flow through your imagination.
This furtive atmosphere does not exist once inside a bathhouse. Someone might be initially nervous about going into the unknown, but for anyone already familiar with what happens after leaving the locker room, entering various areas is something straightforward, not secretive. Watching is completely accepted in public spaces. Nothing is hidden, though in various dim areas, sounds may be more reliable than sight as to what is happening within. Booths do offer privacy if desired, but over the years, I have had threesomes inside larger or smaller ones, or left the door open, leading to having sex with different men over an hour.
In my experience, bathhouses were always a concept that was known in a very broad yet concealed way among men past puberty. In contrast, glory holes were much more obscure. Personally only learning about them in the later 90s on the Internet, in contrast to the baths, a place known about from high school. Somehow, the thousands year old idea of the bathhouse permeates the male imagination, even if not openly discussed. As a teenager, the idea of a place where men gather to have sex was both enticing fantasy and assumed reality, without venturing inside one until my later 40s.
A fact that in all honesty probably worked out for the best. The baths provide an extremely addictive sexual environment, particularly after experiencing unrestrained group sex. Where the sensations overwhelm all thought as you are used by multiple partners, and you use them, lost in paradise. This sense of mutual satisfaction is impossible to resist, a fact known to everyone involved as it happens.
All ages and types visit what I consider a good bathhouse. Returning to the point that most are not really gay saunas, though gay men are definitely among those there. Definitions can be used in various ways, but many of the men at the bathhouse have little interest in men, apart from what can happen among them in this specific setting of entrancingly explicit sexual freedom. The truth that men are at least as equally talented as women at giving head should not be a surprise, though the fact that every man who has made me cum has swallowed remains surprising.
What may be unexpected is how wonderfully skilled men can be as partners, taking full advantage of each other’s shared weaknesses. Such as the fact that walking naked into a dimly lit room and having your cock fondled immediately is irresistible, getting increasingly turned on knowing that the other man wants to make you hard. Such encounters happen regularly, opening the door to another aspect of the baths.
That being just how irresistible cock can be. As someone plays with yours, it is just natural to do the same with theirs, without needing to worry about any inhibitions by that point, lost in a growing blissful haze. Mutual masturbation is just the start, as the sensations of being cock to cock with a stranger are incredibly rewarding. To the extent that you cannot stop from surrendering to the delightful reality of a cock being an amazingly satisfying sex organ too, creating delightfully intimate joy with a stranger under the spell of the same pure male pleasure as you.
A bathhouse offers the chance to experience this easily just a couple of minutes after entering when fortune smiles. Possibly even over an extended interval, one man following the other, letting your cock steer your actions. In a place where everyone is ruled by their cocks’ desires, joining in is simple. And being truthful, the reason a curious first time visitor is likely to become a dedicated long term one.
Leading to following trips uncovering further pleasures of sex with men, such as just how fantastic nipple play can istanbul travestileri be, either with a single partner or as group sex, a mouth on a nipple and another on your cock. Being part of a group is entrancing, getting lost in seemingly never ending sensations. Then almost inevitably, learning how incredibly hot it is to go down on multiple men, letting your mouth surround one willing stranger’s naked cock after another. After that first experience, there is no longer any question why cock sucking is so easy to find at the baths.
Providing a simple explanation why so many men visit, as getting sucked is a pleasure that is hard to withstand when you know a place where it is regularly available. Wanting a good blow job is something all men understand. Who does it is not important, especially when the other person is eager to be a true cock pleaser. This likely explains what motivates a number of married men to become regular visitors if their wife does not go down on them. In a certain fashion, it may also feel less like cheating when another woman is not involved.
Also, and not just for married men, there may be a certain plausible denial in being able to tell yourself you were just sitting in the sauna when someone started going down on you, not that you were actively doing anything involving sex with a man. Becoming a dedicated visitor under such a thin cover is imaginable enough, letting your cock decide to spend time with other naked men, but not crossing into active participation precisely. At first, at least.
As soon as the lips begin to slide downwards over a swelled bare cock head, there is no reason to stop getting head, and generally no way to resist as your mind sinks into the heavenly liquid sensations. The fact that you are wanting to be blown, already undressed in a place where men have sex, is the sort of non-coincidence that makes the rationalizations threadbare, and not that long lasting. After a few visits, no reason exists to conceal the basic attraction of the baths.
Men do seem to have a higher level of average oral skill than women. A bi friend has told me when getting her pussy eaten, the most talented are not distinguished by being male or female, but by being the best at making her to cum. Perhaps the most surprising observation about getting head from men is that all of them have swallowed, none simply stopping at the first unstoppable pulsing jet of cum, all instead continuing to pleasure my cock as long as I could take it. Which has included times getting hard again inside a talented mouth without ever pulling out.
That friend is a woman whose own skills at deep throating and swallowing are exceptional, whose interest in giving blow jobs stretches back over decades. She is also someone who cannot stop playing with herself when giving head, a trait she shares with many male cock suckers, including myself.
She is the one I have talked to the most about the baths, enjoying as we do exchanging sexual experiences, though she does not really comprehend this area. Mainly the freedom, which she finds impossible to understand, the idea of equal partners spending hours getting off with each other. She can only imagine group sex in a certain way, of being used by several men, a scenario that turns her on. But though the idea of sucking multiple cocks makes her wet, the idea of sucking cocks while being fingered or rimmed or fucked or eaten at the same time in a group is quite foreign to her.
As is the idea of simply being available to anyone without any sense of being dominated or submissive. A bathhouse offers a variety of opportunities and styles, from very discreet in a locked cabin to very publicly in a steam or porn room, even if the light level is low. Or a mixture of both, as someone in such a public space might ask about going to a booth to be able to fully concentrate on just one person, without additional distractions. Or to do things they don’t want to do in public.
Some men appear to feel that what they do is what defines being gay, something quite skewed in my eyes. An opinion shared by that bi FWB, as she no more cares about who is going down on her open pussy between spread legs than I do about who is sucking my erect length deep. Obviously, there are people who consider that distinction relevant, including men who cannot stop from going to the baths to indulge in hot sex regardless.
Submerging themselves among other men who took that step into something that exceeds imagination, certainly in my opinion. Not every bathhouse visit is overwhelming, a truth that can apply to a first visit also, leading to an understandable lack of further interest. This applies to my bi friend, who found her only visit to a swinger’s club quite disappointing for a variety of reasons, some that can apply equally to the baths. Fortune is not always with you, even in a place where you reliably find hot sex.
Not knowing any rules or how to act is always a bit travesti istanbul of a challenge when entering a new world. Such as how to tie a towel, something unfamiliar, even after going to mixed saunas with my wife for a couple of decades. A certain shyness, as unnecessary as at a mixed sauna, when asking a man at the bar if he knew how the proper way to do it. Then trying several times before getting it adequately right to sit at the bar and drink a beer.
Amusing enough in retrospect, along with being kind of settling, providing a bit of non-sexual contact with another man, undoubtedly here for the same reason I was, undoubtedly with more experience. He also looked a lot like myself, notably in the sense of being middle aged. This is one of the sharpest differences between my bi friend’s experience and my perspective. I simply do not care about appearances, while she places a very high value on them.
Along with appraising, outside of fantasy, any potential partners before simply having sex, an appraisal that most definitely includes whether she finds them attractive. A fact that left her very disappointed with what she saw at the swinger’s club, in contrast to my introduction to what can happen in a place dedicated to sex involving strangers. Entering the dark room that first time, not able to see anything, feeling a hand reaching under my towel, entranced from the first touch, unable to resist, was unbelievably seductive.
A seduction that stretched for a heavenly long time, as his hand first reached my cock, then teasingly drawing it closer to the platform. Feeling how he was laying on his back, head hanging over the platform edge, slowly understanding that was the explanation for why my cock felt so good. An explanation that extended to covering how easily his tongue had found my balls. He had taken control of me, reaching a point where I knew whatever happened, I could not stop if it continued to keep me in such a state of bliss.
Leading to an incredible session of being rimmed, one of the most entrancing bathhouse fantasies that had turned me on over decades. The first rim job I had ever experienced was from my first girlfriend, who said she had read about it in the Gay Joy of Sex. Combined with the sorts of things one heard happened at a male only sauna, finally feeling a man’s tongue lick me was fantastically fulfilling, mind lost as reality overwhelmed any previous fantasy.
His skill was incredible. Though I tried several times to move away with my legs spread on the platform straddling his head, it was impossible to escape his magical tongue. Yet it made no difference to me whose tongue had me totally under its spell, entering paradise having my ass bathed in unending sensations for the second time in my life.
He was older, larger, wearing a rubber cock ring, rarely getting hard, and a true wizard. My bi friend is an ass play lover, so telling her what happened more than kept her interest. She also was interested in how rimming flowed into group sex, but as a story, not something she would do. Even if a dark room did sound intriguing, the idea of just having sex with unseen, possibly otherwise unattractive strangers was not something she could imagine doing.
Oddly, this is where she fits into what I consider a gay framework, one that is less interested in sex itself than appearance. This may be the reason for my preferring saunas with a broad range of visitors, representing a variety of possibilities to find someone with exceptional abilities. Bathhouses allow for both extended as well as immediate sexual contact. Including minutes of naked teasing, caressing that only gradually becomes explicit as both cocks swell, not just walking up to a kneeling man in the steam bath and have him take your cock into paradise in his already cum filled mouth.
My friend happily considers herself a slut, a word I definitely use for myself. The idea of just laying face down in a booth, legs spread, condoms to the side, ready to be fucked excited her, but in connection with domination, submission, and what she thought to be an exciting level of humiliation. She simply could not grasp my trying to explain that for most men, regardless of being the one fucking or being fucked, this was about sex in a way easily understood by everyone walking by, not humiliation.
These are the sorts of things learned over time, so obvious now but not before being exposed to them. Understandably or not, it took a while to realize how easy it can be to fuck a stranger, or at least play with them before deciding to go further. I really cannot enjoy a totally passive partner, and compared to the public areas, a certain number of men wanting to be fucked are truly uninteresting, as sex with someone is more than me doing everything, without reaction.
When it comes to vocal expression, the baths tend to be a comparative wasteland, a shared negative observation, as both my friend and I are quite vocal. Talking during sex is a delight found rarely at the baths, though it does occur. The sounds of sex remain obvious, and quite arousing, but partner to partner oral communication is not common. Even allowing that both she and I know it is not always a matter of speaking.
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