Reflections on Mixed Bathhouses: Chapter 1
If you're not fond of females mentioned in all-male saunas, give this other piece a read instead.
This tale consists of two instalments - the first part details what was omitted in the initial Mixed Bathhouse Chapter 1 narrative, and the second explores different thoughts prior to that maiden voyage.
I generally aim to convey actions inside a bathhouse as naturally as possible, based on memory and real-life experiences. However, some dudes can have some odd hang-ups, and the primary motive behind this cooperative bathhouse visit was about exploring the infamous ladies' role in this setting. Since the majority of women often don't fancy group sex with strangers, this was precisely the case with the only female I genuinely chatted with about the bathhouse. She thoroughly enjoyed the accounts, but couldn't fathom participating with such abandon.
Indeed, a liberality unfolded when I approached a female stranger in the showers, unaware she was a woman in the midst of her male counterparts exhibiting typical sauna behaviours. Gauging her lewdness even before identifying her gender was arousing. Edging closer, witnessing her arousal. A guy was behind her, fingers on her hips, hips gyrating in a manner implying he was screwing her, yet not necessarily entering her. I already had condoms and poppers in my left hand, a hindrance to caressing her breast when it briefly became reachable.
Staring, stroking my erect length, already aware that this was the primary driver for my presence at the bathhouse that day - indicating the bathhouse's reputation for providing unbridled sexual freedom, group sex, and voyeurism. Being around others who were already partially undressed, sex being openly and openly accessible.
He detached a hand from her hips, fetching my eager shaft, eliciting a deep sigh from me. Attaining a woman's voluptuous and sizable breasts, a complete stranger began to jerk us off together. She strolled toward a shower stall, lathering herself. The man and I continued to slip under the bathhouse's quicksand-like grip, following mutual desire. Unbothered by onlookers, we embraced and locked lips.
His manhood felt incredible after being between her legs, a sensation I'd never felt before from a fellow bloke. Pre-cum is pure seduction, and one of the many reasons the baths are precious, but this was different. Considering her subsequent safe sex precautions, it's doubtful this sensation came from her own juices. Nonetheless, I was certain his ding-dong had just been in another woman's crotch.
In fact, my erection was in close proximity to a penis that had been sandwiched between a woman's pudenda at the sauna - a place where dudes bonk each other. A pudenda that was showcased while she soaped herself beneath us, her foot propelling her against a wall. She could just as easily observe what we were up to, as we could observe her. This was my first time witnessing male-male sex with a woman present, observing her lathered, sensual, and undressed body. A woman who had already enjoyed the cock that mine was mingling with.
She departed. But there was no way I'd abandon the prospect of an unknown man eagerly gripping my member, with a sauna at my disposal. I turned, animated by immersion, hoping he'd join me. Naturally, he did, swiftly shutting the door and responding to my invitation. It only took a few moments and steps for our stiff members to meet.
We switched from gyrating to the rhythm of the music, acclimating to the steam room's comfort, allowing each to feel the other's tool perfectly. This place lacked my regular haunt's attributes, but feature-wise, the musical enhancement of gay coupling was clutch. Our passionate grindings to the music made our poles seem all the better. In reality, I do not often comprehend dancing as it can make me stir quickly, but fortune had it that this was an advantage, unexploitable at my local male-exclusive sauna.
Quitting stroking his thick rod against mine, he retreated slightly, gripping the base of my erection. My response? "Yes, fuck yes." As his lips encircled my tip, I rocked my hips to the trance, losing myself in ecstasy. The thought of poppers even crossed my mind, yet I was delighted to have my hand on his head, providing an assist during his oral service. The anticipation of erupting hadn't faded, already delicately submitting to his skill.
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Following a period of delightful cocksucking, I took a step back and sat down on the bench. He grasped the meaning of my action and moved towards me to insert his prick into my face. This time, I had my poppers handy, and after a deep inhale, I wrapped my mouth around his stunning member. The influence of the poppers made the concept of his cock being inside a woman's pussy alluringly dirty, intensifying the sexual excitement of the music, sensing his movements to it as I engulfed him deeper.
The poppers granted his substantial cock an endless sensation in my mouth, with my own cock erect and being stroked, already extremely close to climaxing, being rimmed in tune with a potent disco rhythm. From time to time, it appears as though one hit can be held out for a longer duration due to the rush increasing. This instance signified I was deepthroating him before even exhaling, engrossed in a haze of unadulterated debauchery as the thumping music deafened me, his sizeable cock sending me to bliss.
Moving like a dancer, he escalated and retreated his hips, a mutual sexual connection of pure male satisfaction. However, we had commenced in front of a bare naked woman, something that no longer mattered as I succeSucked him. As expected, whether mixed or not, a bathhouse is a venue to partake in sex with other men unabashedly.
Keeping him on the verge of climaxing, listening to him expound on not ejaculating, yet being incapable of withdrawing from my gluttonous mouth. The reality is, I enjoy orally servicing cocks, especially with poppers, so this journey had met the fundamental requirement of providing blowjobs. The motive behind visiting this bathhouse was grounded in the appeal of women arriving to sample the baths' offerings, yet knowing that even if no women engaged, sex was still obtainable. To date, each bathhouse visit has entailed at least one head session, which is noteworthy.
I was about to partake in a second hit of the poppers when he disengaged and left the steamy dampness. I headed back to the bar and ordered another beer. Our paths crossed approximately half an hour later, but the omitted detail entailed spending some time in the steam bath while she remained in the dry sauna, providing some stroking while overlooking multiple blow jobs taking place. Only after becoming aroused did I examine the dry sauna closely, to ascertain how multiple men were caressing her thighs.
Although certainly gay men frequenting the premises, no person had intercourse in her presence, apart from the man standing behind her in the shower.
The precise level of visitors here was uncertain, appearing reasonably populous on a Monday, yet the meager dressing room was never congested. The meagre cabins received limited attention, yet the atmosphere an unclothed woman generated enthralled numerous spectators - and participants.
This place was nowhere near the scale of my nearby bathhouse, but it was roughly a third of its size, if that. Nonetheless, my local bathhouse still hasn't considered implementing a mixed day.
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