Mixed Bathhouse Ch. 21

Literotica really needs a bi-sexual tag.

Arriving as always at opening, I ordered a beer. Nobody was in bar area while drinking, mentioning to the man behind the counter everyone had to be in the other section. He pointed out people came here for sex, not drinking. I agreed, then he mentioned Ava had dyed her hair blonde. This was something different to hear, though I would have preferred first seeing her instead of the surprise being reduced.

Finishing the beer, going to my locker to get my cannabis bag, seeing a swinger couple had arrived. She looked familiar, but he did not. I left them undressing, without any natural way to greet them. In the empty smoking room, I closed one of the two windows, providing the proper space to blow the smoke outside. A number of windows were open today, as nights have started to get quite cool near the end of August.

Finished with smoking several minutes later, I let the glass pipe cool before packing everything back into the bag. Taking a quick tour, unsurprisingly seeing the swinger couple having sex, she in black frilly lingerie like last time, he in a t-shirt as he fucked her. He bent his head to kiss her with his cock inside her exposed filled pussy, but he soon lifted himself to start going deeper and harder.

Unfortunately, the view of pretty much everything except how his cock was pounding her welcoming cunt was hidden. Watching for a couple of minutes was nice enough though a bit crowded, but between Ava and Laura, I have become a bit spoiled. After putting away the weed, my destination became the steam room, noting a number of towels on the wall. Including one that seemed identical to mine, so I made sure to place my towel at the end of the rack.

Steam baths are a primary place for men to have bathhouse sex, a stoned observation that certainly created a growing state of anticipation. I have seen and played with women here, a number dwarfed by all the male sex seen in this particular steam room, occasionally participating in it. All bathhouses have steam rooms, which are always reliable cruising spots. After Laura's cock sucking, the desire to get head was a definite motivation.

To go past the entrance required squeezing between a couple of people hovering around the door. Seeing a sitting single man after entering the first of the room's two open spaces, music playing very lightly from a speaker, did not lead to anything, with the dark area empty.

Returning to the entry corridor to go further within, I saw a man sitting in the corner, who seemed to be watching something. Approaching, the sounds of sex grew more enticing. The man in the corner was likely Patrick after passing him to get nearer what appeared to be a group. Stepping closer to see what was happening, a hand gently grabbed my cock, pulling me into the action, letting myself being willingly roped into gay group sex. This was unexpected, so condoms and poppers were unavailable.

After years of indulging in such uninhibited sex, rediscovering it before Ava even arrived was thrilling. Especially how intensely a growing wave of sexual joy rolled over me, unable to resist such an enticing opportunity presenting itself, a return to pure bathhouse sluttiness. The weed and beer blended perfectly as my mind recognized the possibilities my cock was already starting to respond to.

What was happening was part of being openly bi too, having only experienced such entrancing gay group sex inside male only spaces, lacking strictly straight men or females. Now understanding somewhat the idea of how women in a bathhouse might change the atmosphere, inhibiting the sort of free male sex that exists inside.

Being nicely buzzed with a hard cock played a large role in how easily I surrendered to the temptation of a man pulling my cock against his, aware but increasingly unconcerned about Patrick seeing me participate in group sex with other men. This grew even more true when the other man standing next to me started touching my cock. Soon, we became a threesome, cocks exquisitely rubbing, three mouths kissing, entering paradise, remembering just how fantastic this sort of sex could be.

We continued pleasuring each other, nipple kissing and rubbing, cocks touching, only gradually growing aware of the other two men, one on the bench against the rear wall and the other in the back of the open space. The man that had first brought my naked cock into male contact started to get head from the sitting man as I kissed him deeply, rubbing his nipple, feeling how his grip changed on my cock.

Reaching out to start stroking the cock of man at the back, the man between us took my head in his hands to kiss me, leading to cock grinding in pure bliss. Sometimes, things are just perfect among a naked group of turned on strangers, so it was not really a surprise to feel a mouth slide down my cock as the original man turned my head to kiss me, my hand grasping his spit covered shaft, now sharing his cock sucker. Kissing Laura last visit had reminded me how good kissing can be with skilled partners, today providing a rare opportunity to indulge my desires with multiple willing mouths.

Knowing how Patrick could probably observe what was happening, I retained a half-awareness that playing a certain role would be best in terms of potentially revealing myself as deeply bisexual at a mixed bathhouse. The role being that of discovering something, tempted by naked horny men. However, this idea only arose after getting my first blowjob, pulling away to keep from cumming while still openly tongue kissing. My total sluttiness was not an act, though resisting going down on their cocks because of Patrick became a boundary to the role.

One easy to follow, just standing and kissing strangers, cock being played with and sucked from at least three different men - though it was possible all four mouths shared my cock. The man who first touched my cock was the next to suck me, his cock sucker having returned to going down on him. Straightening to kiss me, the other standing man lowered his mouth over my cock head as I stroked him with the other man behind him.

His cock sucking grew even more slutty in the best way, seeing how he was likely being rimmed too. My nipple was being rubbed while kissing in a haze of lust, beyond caring about anything except the pure bliss of male group sex. The way our bodies were arranged was ideal - one man on the bench, three of us standing in a triangle, and the rear man, who had started to rim my second cock sucker. When a finger started touching around and on my ass, a face fucking rhythm developed as my hole was pleasured. Pulling out from a talented mouth became necessary again, not wanting to cum so early in my visit, even before seeing Ava.

Another mouth soon found my cock, now beyond thinking, lost in total animal lust. But not before thinking that Patrick had seen Steve sucking cock as he fucked Ava, and quite possibly how a man jacked me off over Ava's naked body. This male fivesome was not the sort to include women, regardless how bi any of us may have been. Knowing after the first open kiss rubbing cocks where this encounter would lead, since who can resist having their cock sucked in a steam room and becoming a complete kiss slut?

Pulling back again, I could not stop jacking my slippery rod. Taking a half step away, masturbating for a couple of more minutes without being part of the group really. This had been amazing gay group sex with four strangers, a reminder of how hot male only sex can be, not needing a woman for any reason. Though also aware that Ava would soon be here, meaning the fun would continue with a wonderfully skilled woman, who I find incredibly sexy.

Finally stopping touching my cock, stumbling out without looking at the man I had become certain was Patrick. If so, this meant the first time having gay sex in front of a straight man I knew well. Fantastic sex, of the finest addictive variety, five experienced bathhouse sluts mutually getting off. This is distinct from sharing a woman, which is not the same as total participation of everyone as had just happened.

Ava arrived maybe a half hour later, and going into the smoking room, I saw a man already massaging her foot. She offered me some oil from a smallish pump bottle, joining him, looking at her pussy and tits. She explained that her pussy had been scratched by a tooth from a man that had ignored what she told him when going down on her. It was not too bad in one sense, but obvious having occurred 8 days ago, without really healing till now.

This changed my perspective, since a number of things I most enjoy were now off the table in my mind. She did say fucking was fine, but that has never been a major goal of mine concerning her lush body. Going down on used pussy is something I cannot resist, unless there is a reason.

Ava had me hold out my hand so she could pump some oil in it, easily beginning to massage her foot like the other man. She was spread wide, smiling and waving at passersby. The other man began running his hand up her leg and thigh, so I started doing the same thing. Inhibited, however, by not wanting to contact the red painful area, both in foreplay like this or later going down on her.

When the other man left, I saw he took the pump bottle with him. Ava smiled in recognition, saying it was his. A new man sat next to her, my hands fondling her tits as she poured baby oil over them. A couple appeared at the bar. One, with longer, fairly flat pale hair was wearing an odd appearing gray towel 'dress' with spaghetti straps holding the front part over their breasts. Meaning they may be possibly trans, with Ava saying her first impression was trans, as was my mine, honestly.

Mixed day is for trans people too, and there have been a few I have seen, but never played with. Covered breasts was one of the more consistent signals, though a few women also cover their breasts, at least at first. With Ava available, my interest returned to playing with her available body until it was time to go to the dry sauna.

Following her, she offered her body to be oiled, so of course I took time spreading the slippery liquid over her warm skin. A long interval passed while coating her body in glistening oil, including lovely breasts and an already opening slit. The dry sauna was full, but Ava had saved a place for me at her knees, legs bent upwards as she lay on her stomach, waiting to be massaged. The man with the pump bottle joined in, then moved away.

Rubbing along her sides, starting to slide hands from her hips to her shoulders, it turned out she was ticklish just underneath (or above at the moment) her breasts. The heat had already become a factor when I noticed the upper rows seemed to be active. Unable to really see anything specific, I just assumed it was more gay group action. Then there was a commotion as a person stood and started to leave. Stepping down in front of me, I could see her breasts. Not really a distinguishing characteristic, though it meant my idea of men having sex on the top row while massaging Ava may not have been correct.

After several more minutes, sweat dripping, I left the heat, and showered. The mediation area was unusually full, with all three loungers occupied, a man standing, and a man sitting next to the person laying in the furthest away lounger. Eyes adjusting to peer at the scene inside, seeing all four men looking at a fifth person, with the standing man playing his with cock. The man sitting on the lounger edge against the wall was massaging the laying person's glistening chest, their eyes seeming to be closed. Going past the standing man to have a closer vantage point at the foot of the lounger, rewarded by a fantastic view of her body.

Seeing the pump bottle explained why her breasts, but nowhere else, looked oiled as the man from before kept playing with them. Her nipples were pale, but definitely not flat, legs open, revealing an enticingly aroused pussy. There was a man on the lounger next to her stroking his cock as I knelt to get a better view between her spread thighs. This allowing me to get into position to play with her too, if she was interested.

A decision always made by the person you are starting to touch, possibly without them saying at all until having open sex in a swing club. The man in the next lounger did not seem to understand that basic aspect, while I did nothing but stroke as she got more turned on from the man with the oil, if also increasingly irritated at the other man. Her lack of interest seemed to finally enter his head, so he left.

She dropped a leg down, spreading wider, getting ever more excited. I realized the other man likely had been playing with her in the sauna, to whatever extent, having not really seen what had been going on then. His hand started delicately touching her pussy, drifting down from her chest. He took his time, using an already slippery finger to spread her juices, making her increasingly horny, labia starting clearly swelling and spreading compared to what was initially seen, her breathing changing too.

A sight of pure sexual perfection, her knees in the air, legs relaxing, opening even further in front of me. Masturbating to a sight that was no longer a high school fantasy looking at Playboy or Penthouse, a friend and I stroking our cocks. She was not posing, she was willingly surrendering to the sensations, eyes closed. Better, he and I had already shared another woman, making us at least somewhat acquainted. Certainly in the way most relevant in a sex club involving a horny woman.

He gently brought her hand down between her legs to start playing with herself, an idea only needing that hint of approval to become reality. She sank further into the sheer pleasure of touching her wet pussy, softly moaning, not caring about other people. Their fingers and hands found various interesting combinations, like the way her hand would press his as he finger fucked her, or the way he would press her fingers deeper into her glistening cunt. Being so close to this scene was intoxicating, though still taking sufficient time before moving a hand onto her towel, creating the first signal of my interest.

When I started touching around the side of her foot, she did nothing to discourage my further explorations of her feet and legs, stroking my rigid cock the entire time. She had turned into a woman whose mind was completely between her legs, her hand and his keeping her in paradise. As the other man played with one tit, I played with the other, seeing how her nipple grew more erect as my hand squeezed her breast

After she brought her leg back up from the floor, I sat on the lounger, one hand sliding over and down her inner thighs, my face basically at her knees. The scent of her pussy added to my own delight at sharing a hot slut. Being able to observe their touching and motions led naturally to participating in her pleasure, as she was incapable of pretty much anything except letting two strangers touch her wet tunnel while she kept masturbating with them.

At one point, a finger inside her cunt, I bent over to suck a tit, hearing her low moans and feeling the way her hand motion over her clit changed. The other man was sucking the other tit, and it was not a surprise when another finger slid against mine inside her soft clenching wetness. Looking at each other's faces first, then her face as we began to move inside, seeing the expression of a hot slut in heaven, rubbing her slippery clit.

This continued until I had to leave, knowing how easy it would be to cum. She did not really notice my withdrawing, a foot again on the floor, pussy open and utterly available. I rubbed a honey coated finger under my nose, smelling her pussy perfume, breathing deeply and sighing. However, going down on her would have been a step too far I felt, with the room now truly filled with men.

Crowding men who did not seem to grasp I was leaving, even after saying there was a free space now if I could just get out instead of being blocked. Returning to the dry sauna, seeing Ava had left, I went to the smoking room, sitting in a chair close enough to massage her foot. Her pussy showed she was getting turned on, unsurprisingly.

Chatting as she drank and smoked, mentioning the potential trans person, who was back at the bar in the same towel dress. Saying in reply that the woman I had just played with was definitely not trans, yet noting since she was naked, the uncertainty if it was the same person. It can be a bit mysterious keeping track of visitors when you spend a half hour involved with someone. Women do tend to attract a crowd, but that does not mean someone might be in a booth between the times you wander around before having more sex.

Ava went to the porn room, with me following. Today, I mainly just watched, as the sore spot on her pussy bothered me quite a bit in a way. On the other hand, after the second man was done fucking her, I did finger her a bit, simply to enjoy fingering two different turned on women, one a valued sex partner, the other a total stranger.

Considering how exceptional the day had already been, seeing that I had time to take an earlier train after Ava said the day was over for her was a nice plus. When leaving the sauna area after my final shower, the other woman walked out of the steam room as Ava continued to wash herself. Seeing them naked in the same place was in some ways hotter than having played with each at different times today. The mystery about whether there was another person looking like her remained unsolved, not seeing any sign of the distinctive gray towel dress hanging on the racks against the wall.