As I ran my fingers over his flesh, tracing the lines of veins before wrapping my hands around him and pulling the skin towards me, I reflected that this was not quite the experience I had had in mind when I had decided to go to the Turkish Baths. It had been a present, a visit to the Turkish Baths in Harrogate. I’d opted for the men only session as I’d been curious about them, and I relished the challenge of stripping off and wandering around with just a towel for company. I changed, left my clothes in a locker and wandered the tiled rooms enjoying the warmth, a change from the cold winter’s day outside. Eventually I had ended up in the steam room, slumped in a corner with my towel loosely draped over my crouch, as seemed the accepted way. When a foot had first bumped in to mine there was something about the touch that made me not instinctively pull away, a deliberateness to the motion that demanded that my foot stay still and challenge the interloper to repeat the gesture. He did, more gently this time. If challenged either party could still dismiss it as an accident. For me it was unexpected, but not unwelcome. My heart was beating faster as I cracked open my eyes and looked through the hot, moist air at the owner of the foot. Nothing special, mid-forties, decent enough shape, much like me in fact. And now his toe was stroking mine, no mistaking the intent of the gentle brush against my foot. A shared intimacy that would be unnoticed by anyone else but which was making the blood pump in my ears and my crotch stir. The heat was getting to me so I stood up, taking my time to drape my towel over my shoulder so that he could drink me in, if he wanted to. I headed for the door, pushed it open aware that he too had stood up and was following me out. I threw my towel on a hook and myself in to the plunge pool. A splash from nearby signalled that he had done the same. I waded to the side and leaned against the tiles, smiled at him as he did the same. We chatted, how hot the steam room was, how wonderful it felt to jump in the cool water. And as we chatted his hands explored me. Furtive grabs to begin with, quick movements in case anyone saw or I complained. Then more lingering, hands cupping my balls and stroking me, I leaned against the tiles and smiled at him as I swelled in his hands. He withdrew his hands as someone walked by, and as they disappeared from view it was my turn to feel him. My first time with another man’s cock. It felt so hard, so much firmer than stroking myself and so different to the softness of a woman. I ran my fingers over him, he seemed to like a firmer grip than I do on myself so I squeezed hard, and raked my fingernails over the base of his shaft which made him gasp and moan lightly. He pulled away and motioned with his head, climbing out of the pool, collecting his towel and moving towards the locker room. I followed, hiding my excitement with the folds of the towel, aware of how my stiffness swayed as I walked. Surely it was obvious how aroused I was, how hard and why? In the locker room he had moved to one end of the room and as I approached he reached for me and started to stroke me. I did the same to him, enjoying my first real view of him and drinking in the detail of his cock, circumcised, shorter than mine but a delight to play with. Aware that this might never happen again, and eager to try everything that I could, I muttered that his was a gorgeous cock, and really it deserved to go in my mouth. I have no idea why but I was concerned that he might object to me sucking him so without waiting for comment I quickly bent over and took him in my mouth. No subtlety or finesse, I wrapped my mouth and lips around him and swirled my tongue around the head before pulling back and letting him slide out. We both grinned as my fingers slipped on the flesh now wet from my mouth. He glanced around and then dropped to his knees and moved his mouth to me. He’d had more experience and his lips pushed my foreskin back as I penetrated him, his soft tongue licking the back of my head and his cheeks puffing as he sucked and licked me. His fingers pushed between my thighs and I raised one foot on to the bench beside us. His hand roamed over my balls and then moved further back. His other hand lifted my cock so that he could lick around the base and my balls whilst his first hand circled my arse. I moaned, gasped but without lube no more than his fingertip could slip inside me. His mouth moved back to my cock and his hands pulled my hips towards him. His hand on my cheek he pushed my whole length in to his mouth, choking on my length and revelling in the feel of his mouth being filled. I started to move, instinctively wanting to fuck his mouth but the noise of the door opening startled us. We sprang apart and reluctantly gathered our towels and left as others came in to change. We ended up back in the steam room where things had moved on. Everyone was playing with themselves, stroking in the heat of the steam. Some stroked themselves, some were helping and being helped by other’s eager hands. We sat side by side and reached for each other, stroking to a purpose now. I wanted to suck him again, taste him but with so many people watching, and with no other oral action going on, I held back and simply revelled in the feeling of his cock in my hand. He was getting close, his hips movements and breathing becoming faster and with a groan he came, cum erupting from his cock and landing on the tiled floor. I smiled, leaned back for him to do the same for me but he stood up and left, leaving me frustrated and standing proud. I was feeling slightly put out when a new hand wrapped itself around me. I glanced to the right and was about to mutter something when I felt my orgasm building. I leant back further, pushing myself forwards, wanting to draw the moment out but the hand was relentless, he’d judged my excitement and was pumping me hard, pulling the cum out of me. I exploded, cum flew across the room in an arc, had there been someone sitting opposite they would have been covered. Again, another spurt, Jesus I had not come this hard for ages. A final spasm and I fell back against the hard wall, exhausted, impressed with myself and embarrassed. I turned to my new friend, keen that I did not disappoint him the way that I had been but his cock was already in hand and from the glazed look in his eye he was close to cumming too. I was coming down to earth now, aware of where I was, concerns about being recognised now or in the future coming to the fore. I made my excuses and left. But I was certainly planning on coming back as soon as I had the chance. And next time there were other things that I wanted to do.