After two hours, with maybe an hour total spent relaxing in the dark room basically alone, I decided to make a last circuit. Which turned out to be the correct decision.
Entering the dark room, I encountered a shorter, rotund man at the short wall that separates the glory hole area and the rear area. Though my eyes were somewhat accustomed to the dark, my hand still ran into him by mistake, so to speak. I pulled back a bit, not having expected to find someone. He however reached out, starting to stroke my body. I began doing the same, aware that he had made no attempt to become more direct.
An enticing discovery, always welcoming the opportunity to take time when getting turned on. On the one hand, there is a certain joy to direct and fast, especially in a group setting, that being a major attraction of having sex with men at the baths. On the other hand, finding a skilled partner that understands the joy of going slow to create a growing wave of pleasure is a rare treat.
Continuing to touch and explore in the empty dim space, it seemed as if he wore a ring. A married man understanding such subtle pleasures is something that appears true often enough, though definitely not exclusively so. Married men go to the baths for many reasons, including irresistible curiosity about what it is like to be in a place where men have sex freely with each other. After that initial introduction, having discovered there are delights no wife can offer, it is seductively easy to become a regular visitor.