2 comments/ 9965 views/ 7 favorites Bathhouse Accessory Ch. 01 By: glory_first It had been a while since visiting the baths on a Sunday, the very start of spring's good weather being a fine reason to ride the motorcycle. Arriving just a couple of minutes after it opened, the bathhouse was already well populated with a mixture of other men, essentially all of whom were here for the opportunity to have sex with other men. Undressing quickly, then ordering a beer, I took it to the Internet PC. Which did not have an active DSL connection, leading me to return to the bar, waiting for an opportunity to let someone behind the counter know. Finishing the beer quickly, its effects began to merge perfectly with the bit of organic smoke enjoyed at home. My glass empty, I put it down after telling one of the staff about the Internet, who replied that he had just turned it on. Generally, downstairs is the first destination, but on a whim this time, I headed upstairs. Going to the porn theater - everywhere else on the way being empty - I saw two men on the top row, not near one another. The man in the center had his feet past the padded edge of the bench, providing an easy opportunity to explore his interest. Sitting to the left on the middle row, followed by fairly loudly rustling out condoms and poppers, taking a moment to be ready to view the porn. The man in the corner had a towel over his lap, the other man naked like myself, sitting on a laid out towel. The porn was not particularly interesting, the center man leaving only a minute or so after I'd lightly brushed his foot. The porn changed changed soon after he left, now more obviously Egypt themed, as two soldiers undressed and caressed in a stone walled chamber, both getting hard in apparent privacy. On the screen, a woman in robes and heavy kohl eye make-up had opened the eyes of a figure on the wall, voyeuring the action. By now, my eyes were being drawn consistently to the man above me, whose cock was no longer hidden. Knowing that my viewing was fueled by the same interest as the woman in the film. After several years of regular bathhouse visits, this was the very first time of seeing a woman in any porn here. Looking at her face and robe covered but braless breasts, my cock was utterly captivated. As the man above me seemed to be in turn, seeing his attention focused between my opened legs as he touched a steadily growing dick. When the scene changed to a male threesome, involving two soi-distant mummies and a pharoanic figure, I moved up a row, not quite intimately close to the other man. After getting the towel spread out, putting things to the side, I split my attention between the increasingly explicit gay porn and his temptingly sexy cock. Watching it extend to its full length, looking more openly at each other, his horny expression undoubtedly a mirror of mine. He had a cock ring of polished metal, more like jewelry than the elastic rubber or silicone of typical cock rings I'd encountered here. In my past, masturbating with a high school friend (who, after we graduated from university, is still the only man I have seen fucking a woman), the Playboys and Penthouses tended to be an excuse to get turned on, before watching each other until we came together, sharing orgasm without touching. We tended to be naked, in a bedroom or bathroom, and after getting hard, often looked at each other, ignoring the sexy pictures that had made us hot enough to get off together. Much older now, with years of experience at the baths, aware that such voyeuring was merely a delightful prelude to the pleasures unknown decades ago. The scene on the screen was becoming more erotic, providing an excuse to move my foot near his. He responded by playing with himself very openly, looking at my stiff length, sliding his foot nearer mine. Since he was sitting in the corner, I shifted position. His hand touched my inner thigh before I'd finished moving, making me moan softly in response. Settling against the back wall, my right hand reached for his balls, easily moving up along his shaft. His contented moans made it obvious that we both enjoyed jacking off naked, unconcerned about onlookers, as is true for many sauna visitors, especially the more frequent ones. Soon, playing with each other's cocks and nipples, we sank into the enticingly blissful sensations of enjoying male only sex. He began to lick my neck, making it easy to put a hand around his head to caress his ear. As his oral explorations wandered, it was simple enough to keep him from going down on me, a point he did not press. Turning into him, my cock wanting to touch his, I felt his metal cock ring, smooth and very erotic to rub against. "Fuck - fuck - that is so hot" I said, my slit sliding over the metal, pre-cum providing irresistible lubrication as I enjoyed another man's intimate jewelry. He responded to my discovery, one hand playing with a nipple as the other slid gently over my sack. His hand at my balls was changing the tension at my cock tip in a rhythm that I couldn't control. Almost surrendering to the pleasure before hearing him say "Cum on me." "Not yet" I replied, moving a bit, "this is just the start." My hand gripping our cocks together, I tongued his ear, stretched out over his body, seeking as much contact as possible. Approaching the edge several times, with one or the other leading, we shifted again, noticing that the porn had become extremely erotic. Leaning against his warm body, his hands played with my nipples as I jacked off, surrendering myself to the hot porn. Two men played with each other's nipples as their hard cocks rubbed together while being sucked off by a third man. One standing man, kissing the other deeply, having already given head the same way. I love watching porn, especially with a horny partner. "Like it?" he asked, fingers sliding over my nipples. "Oh yeah .. fuck yes .. gay porn .. jacking off .. sexy cock." We found different positions sitting and laying against or on top of one another, letting him jack me off as I watched the threesome. At the same time, I fingered his ass, stroking his smooth cock. At some point, he delicately moved my lubricated cock tip against his ring, his other arm around me, tongue at my neck. "Fuck yes .. hard steel .. cock lover," I said, caressing his naked ass before sliding a finger into his waiting soft sexy hole. Fingering a partner's ass always turns me on, but looking at the threesome on the screen while finger fucking a horny stranger brought me to the edge of cumming. Feeling his response to my motions between his legs, obviously he was in a similar state. Slowly, the blissful temptation receded, only to be replaced my his hand moving downwards, past my balls. I spread my legs in encouragement, moving to make it easier to finger me. Knowing that as his finger went deeper, my leg lifted, exposing just how horny his ass play was making me. Reinforced by the kinky fact that anyone could see how much I loved a stranger playing with my ass. We kept stroking each other's cocks the entire time, riding a wave of heavenly temptation. Barely restraining ourselves, both of us aware this was simply just the start of the afternoon, in a bathhouse full of horny men. He slowly withdrew his finger, turning to me to smile, standing, before taking his towel up to leave. After he left, I went downstairs. Halfway down the staircase, hearing the jets cut off in the whirlpool, it was easy to decide to shower first. The clock showing I'd already been here 3/4 of an hour. Stepping under a rain like shower head, unavoidably tempted to watch the pair next to me, grinding while kissing, the man with his back to me having a number of tattoos. Surprisingly, the water was cool in whirlpool, prompting me to leave even before the jets restarted. Walking away from the tub, hearing the falling water, it became apparent the pair was still active, though in a different part of the shower area. One getting sucked off by the other with tattoos, who was squatting on his heels. Pausing, noting another man observing, letting a hand fall to play with my stiffening cock. The other man was already doing the same, enjoying the chance to look at several horny men. Jacking off in public is always enhanced by seeing other men having sex. The entranced expression of a man getting sucked is always attractive, especially in a setting where freely shared sex is common. Getting hard, knowing that the other man masturbating was as turned on as I by the scene, deciding to enter the steam room with my cock jutting. Entering, it was very hot, in both senses, as became rapidly apparent. In the front area, there was a least one pair, and a couple of men with erections. Going towards the more discrete section at the back, it was possible to make out at least a half dozen men, none of them apart. Threading among them, getting lightly involved a couple of times before moving on into the internal shower space, using the curved narrow path towards the entrance, making a complete circuit. Already horny, I did a big hit from the brown bottle in the shower. Breathing out, then walking quickly to participate in the games in the back, now fully prepared to enter the orgy space. It took little time to be cock to cock with a man who grabbed my cock as I walked by a threesome. After the fun in the porn theater, any ability to resist cock fun had been considerably reduced, with the rush making the sensations of cock rubbing irresistible. His tongue found my nipple, making me moan and grind deliciously against his rod. By the time I realized his mouth was moving downwards, it was easy to decide to let him do whatever he wanted. After all, at this point, I was an utterly horny slut, surrounded in the dimness by other naked horny sluts, hearing sounds of sucking and fucking, low murmurs of pleasure filling the space. The first touch of his tongue on my cock tip convincingly proved that letting him go down on me had been the proper decision. His lips sliding over my cockhead simply erased any lingering concerns, enjoying the sensations of a stranger going down on me. After taking me maybe halfway to orgasm, his mouth left my length, making the return to being cock to cock with him immensely satisfying. "Cum on me" I heard whispered into my ear, though by this point, self-control was not a concern. "This is just the start" I replied, "there are so many partners to enjoy." Playing with his stiff cock and nipples, easily bending down to lick one as his tongue returned to my ear. When possible, looking at all the male sex going on around us, knowing we were a part of it. He went down on me several times, even as my mind amusingly continued to insist that each time I stopped him was to use a condom. The reality being that I truly did not want to cum yet. Though on the other hand, unable to stop him from going down on me when the tempting wave subsided. Especially as the poppers made the sensations so irresistible, and remarkably easy to surrender to, my cock filling another man's mouth. By the third or fourth time, wanting nothing except to be sucked, my hands moved his head downwards as I stroked his rigid cock. Deciding that being sucked by one man, particularly including the sensation of my slippery wet cock sliding along his, was acceptable, especially under the amazingly seductive influence of rush. Realizing that it was truly the perfect steambath accessory. Another man joined us, his hands on my back, then my chest, one sliding down over my ass to between my legs, the other exploring over my mouth, causing me to lick his finger as it touched my lips. The man sucking me was roughly my age, but the new man was easily in his late 20s. He gasped when my hand found his cock, and moaned loudly when his cock entered the other man's mouth. The lack of that skilled stranger's mouth was more than made up by both stranger's hands on my slick length, though the new man's grip loosened when I began to kiss his nipple. My right hand rode down his nearest ass cheek, beginning to touch his hole as his long cock was swallowed by the cocksucker that had made me so horny. The younger man quickly fell under the spell of a willing older man, one who likely had decades of practice of giving men head. A spell enhanced by his hole being gently finger fucked with my now wettened finger, using the same rhythm as my other hand stroking the sucker's stiff rod. Time dissolved in the steamy heat, our sluttiness shared by all the other men around us. Straightening, the original cock sucker kissed me briefly, to which I responded by having my tongue go deep past his sexy lips. It was obvious when the new man started going down on him, prompting even more aggressive kissing within his yielding mouth, and starting to play with a nipple. He pulled away, saying that he needed to get out of the heat, a remark that had me considering doing the same thing. A consideration that promptly disappeared when the new man's mouth started to envelop my horny cock, the liquid pleasure of being swallowed making it easy to decide to stay, at least for now. With the taste of two cocks on my tongue, aware that the man taking me deeper was tasting at least his second cock of the day. A fact that only made me hornier, my swelled cock enjoying the luxury of another cocksucker. Lacking any reason to stop as kept taking my length into his waiting wet warmth. My hand went down to play with his quickly stiffened nipple, feeling him moan along my shaft, seeing his right hand play with his cock. After a wonderfully stretched interval, I pulled his head upwards, just before reaching the cusp of cumming. Going cock to cock with another talented cock sucker, humping together, hands pulling against asses, sweat and spit and pre-cum mixing into an irresistibly seductive shared fluid. Hearing moans of satisfaction matching my own, sliding against a stanger's slippery shaft in the steamy space, still surrounded by other men doing much the same. Like the first cocksucker, he went down on me a couple of times between bouts of cock to cock fun. Finally, the heat grew overwhelming, prompting me to go back to the cool water after quickly rinsing off. The couple I'd seen before was still enjoying each other, again cock to cock and kissing, under the showerhead nearest the whirlpool. Luxuriously soaping my still extended length, utterly unconcerned about whether they noticed or not. Realizing they understood just how fantastic the baths can be, when circumstances permit. Such as spending at least a half hour pleasuring each other in public view. Leaving the showers and entering the tub, I sat alone, surprisingly. Letting my body cool off, knowing that the longer it was submerged, the longer the time that could be spent in the steam room. Back in the steambath, the front area was empty, making it easy to quickly go into the shower to do a hit a rush, breathing out near the door, noting two men had entered in the meantime. Turning quickly to enter the waiting darkness, where it only took a couple of seconds for a hand to find my cock, and little more time to find his. Quickly drifting together, the rush filling my body as our cocks touched, wanting nothing but hot sex with a naked stranger. Loving the touch of his tongue flicking my nipple as I held our lengths together, feeling his cock slide away as he shifted, his head moving lower. Quivering, holding the root of my cock, barely able to wait for the feel of his mouth. "Oh fuck yes" I moaned, "fuck yes. So fucking good .. oh yeah, take it deep, cock slut." Not even sure who the real cock slut was, his mouth sliding down, making my cock feel immense. Poppers and oral sex are a combination that entrapped me the first time experiencing the overwhelming sensation of cock growing to fill the entire universe with pleasure. This blow job quickly became so good it became necessary to beg him to go slower. He responded perfectly, allowing my cock to feel his exquisite tongue as it swirled under my cockhead. We were only a couple of paces into the rear, meaning that when a new man tried to pass, very slowly, it was easy to ensnare his attention by grasping his already extended cock. Of course, in this setting, the reasonable assumption concerning his slowness had little to do with being cautious in the dimness. A fact confirmed when his hand reached down to touch my balls, drawing closer as he became aware that a man was already going down on his new found partner. Looking down, I saw the cocksucker shift a bit, providing more space for the new man's fingers to explore through and over my pubic hair. Free group sex like this was the sort of thing I'd spent years generally avoiding, even in fantasies, but the rush kept working its magic on my cock. Discovering that the steamroom really is an ideal place to enjoy poppers with other horny men all around, the sight and sounds of various scenes of male sex flooding through my mind. Unconcerned that no condoms had been used by anyone my entire visit, even as I held onto a couple in my left hand. Along with the poppers bottle, though in such a state, opening it or the condoms would have been impossible. Allowing a good balance to be struck, as my cocksucker rose, turned, and started rubbing my cock over his ass. Enjoying it just a bit more longer before simply shifting position to bring my slippery cock against the new man's. Concentration was being drowned in pleasure, dimly realizing that a fourth man had joined us, his finger touching my ass about the same time my cock entered a stranger's mouth. Seeing the head go down on my dick, recognizing the man that had wanted me to fuck him, who was holding the third man's rigid cock. The man behind me stepped closer, pressing his cock between my thighs, soon feeling how the cocksucker began stroking this new cock, pressing it against my balls. Two different men were playing with my nipples, a man to the right licking my neck and ear. When I slowly realized that all three of us had been positioning a naked cock around my horny hole, rolling my hips as the cocksucker held a stranger's sexy cockhead in place, a certain smugness filled me. If I'd done another hit of rush, there was no doubt where this would have gone, a level of risk too far beyond the reasonable, regardless of how good it felt. Turning my back towards the wall, I broke contact with both the cocksucker and the man wanting to fuck me. Directing my slippery shaft towards the middle space, quickly encountering a willing mouth to fill. Still smug, sinking into the bliss of being sucked by the fourth man of the day, perfectly content with the balance that I'd struck. A group had formed on both the darker and the lighter side, hands and mouths roaming, everyone's cock clearly erect or inside another man. Though circumstances seemed favorable, in the end, no cock against cock sucking occurred, nor did two men suck me at the same time, distant ideas that had fluttered among my scattered thoughts. But with my cock remaining in the mouth of either the first or second man during this second session, it really made no difference. Finally, the heat became too intense, though breaking away took a bit of effort, playing with cocks and chests in the sweaty heat, even as the men I was moving past did the same. Leaving, the group involved easily a half dozen men having group sex in the steam. Outside, unsteady, barely able to rinse off, I saw that another half hour had passed. Adding it up, this basically meant having close to non-stop sex for an hour and a half, a truly memorable visit. Bathhouse Accessory Ch. 02 Surrounded by at least another half dozen naked men having sex in the darkroom, finally taking a break after an extended period doing poppers with another man as the crowd grew around us. I'd almost cum several times, played with several cocks, and gone down on the first man who had entered the space. A man riding at least his second cock, feeling the motion of his body along the arm he'd placed next to me. The man I'd already considered fucking myself just a couple of minutes ago, his inviting ass positioned over my cock after the first man he had ridden left. An invitation at a primal level, his yielding soft ring sliding against my cockhead. Thinking how easy it would be to do another hit, and slide into a sexy slut's fucked hole bareback. An idea that left a small part of myself pointing out just how risky that would be. As other men began to jostle us, it seemed a wise point to collect things in the darkness, including the locker key. Fumbling more condoms from the bag, unable to find the rush bottle in the dark. Fruitlessly searching for the poppers, the opportunity to just sink my cock into an already fucked stranger's ass passed, as the man moved to service someone else in the dark, hearing him go down on a new stranger. Leading me to finger fuck him with my left middle finger, for the fifth or sixth time, again making him moan around the cock in his mouth. Talking dirty, saying thing "fuck yes" and "hot ass" and "sexy cocksucker" as he moved his sexy hole in rhythm to my circling finger. Finally, no longer so utterly cock crazed, concentrating on finger fucking, I took the time to gather my wits, realizing just how wild the orgy had grown. Also slowly realizing that gathering my possessions again was extremely practical. I found the locker key, the bag, and some condoms that had been pulled out earlier, but the brown bottle still wasn't to be found. Allowing for a bit of reflection concerning the last period of time that had led to being in the middle of an orgy, surrounded by men having group sex. Knowing that further searching was the best way to find the poppers, but unconcerned for now. I'd been in the dark for a while, simply waiting, having been at the baths for an hour and a half already, including some group fun in the steamroom. However, in general, it had been one of the more tame visits, leading to seriously considering leaving. A man came in, and feeling my foot at the edge, he went onto the platform, towel spread near mine, on his stomach. It was easy to assume he wanted to be fucked even more anonymously - or with more partners - than possible in a cabin. My interests were a bit different. Leaning over, I started to caress his back and legs. Soon teasingly stroking his inner thighs, sliding lower each time my fingers returned from their journeys over his broad back and along his stretched out arms. As he sighed and opened his legs, my fingers began to play along his sides, seeking his nipples as I began to kiss his shoulders. Gradually, he shifted position enough for me to make one of his nipples harden, finally reaching out to find my body in the darkness. Making me moan when his fingers began to play with hair around my sack. Still able to focus enough on my own target, sliding a hand under his tilted hip, feeling his downward pointing cock, along with its rubber cock ring. Seconds after touching his cock, his fingers began to move along my now irresistibly lengthening shaft, causing gasps when they lingered under my cockhead. Getting mutually horny in the dark, knowing how to create temptation while being tempted, within a space designed to meet other men to have anonymous sex with. He rolled over, exposing his front, allowing the chance to take advantage of his now hardened length, tongue running slowly over his chest, looking for a nipple to lick. Finding one was a perfect invitation to begin playing with each other, mutual cock fun involving a variety of skills. Sometimes jacking each other, other times jerking our own cocks, letting a stranger enhance the intimate pleasure of masturbating. Inevitably, our cocks touched, my hand guiding the first mutual grinding session, only letting him take over after being certain that orgasm was receding. Only to quickly realize that his expert touch had brought me almost immediately to the edge, our cocks clasped in his grip, thrusting myself ever more mindlessly. Finally, my hand replaced his, allowing the chance to experience his cock in a number of ways. Cockheads circling each other, or each cockhead pressed into the other man's sack, or grinding the length of our cocks against each other. A third man pushed his way onto the platform, causing us to shift to accommodate him. I moved to the other side, as my partner reversed position, feet now pointing to the wall. Scrambling a bit, it was possible to keep everything together in the darkness, finding myself mainly in the center now, a stranger's cock temptingly close. With a condom already available, it took little time for me to start going down on his hot cock. His moans seemed somewhat muffled, making my wonder whether he was kissing the new man, or licking his chest, or maybe going down on him. Sucking his stiff cock, left hand at the base, my right hand began exploring under his heavy balls. His reaction was exactly what one would have expected from a man that laid face down in a darkroom, a true ass slut wanting a man to fuck him. Such dirty thoughts leading me to decide that it was time to do a hit from the available brown bottle. Normally, I don't use rush when giving head, but the opportunity to become as slutty as possible beckoned. Especially since unlike the last visit, this time, the rules were being followed as I filled my mouth with sexy cock. Finding the bottle took a bit longer than expected, but opening it two handed was easy enough, after wiping my left hand on a towel. Using suction to keep his cock within my mouth, needing to shift position to be able to take a clean hit. Even so, the bottle was not positioned well when breathing in at first. Leading to another, better hit, taking him deeper while inhaling, to make sure his sexy length did not leave my turned on mouth. Pausing to cap the bottle, head sinking while feeling sexy cock slide past my lips, taking him easily 3/4 of the way in. Beginning to move up and down slowly, lungs filled with poppers, a sense of incredible power expanded throughout my being. A power based on pure sexual pleasure, one that all men understand, whether sucking or being sucked. My right hand held his sack, directing his cock as I finally breathed out. Letting the finger that had already touched his ass past my lips, licking it, knowing just how much he wanted a man to pleasure his willing hole. As that wet finger slid past his pulsing ring, the power was incredible, knowing just how completely he was a slave to the pleasure, the moans obvious over the sounds of sucking. My moans could only be felt along his shaft as his leg rubbed along my cock, hips moving. Fully servicing hot cock, filling my mouth with something that only men possess, worshipping his extended length gratefully. Finding it possible to take him deep, repeatedly, feeling how his rod responded to my sucking. Lips and teeth and tongue riding up and down, hearing the sloppy sounds get louder the longer I went down on him. Doing another hit seemed natural, though both hands needed to be wiped off on a towel first. Taking up the bottle, this time intending to share it, making the actions more obvious, breathing in loudly a couple of times before holding my breath. Concentrating on handing him the closed bottle, waiting until I heard him unscrew it before breathing out. Licking my finger again, swirling my tongue over it like a real bathhouse slut, coating it thoroughly, knowing how good it would feel sinking into his rush filled body. Hearing him screw the top shut after a half dozen breaths, my mouth began to sink to the base of his sexy rod, finger pushing into his softly yielding ass with the same slow motion, my cock rubbing along his bare skin. The sounds of someone else sucking could be heard, along with low moans. Another man stretched out on the platform, his hand finding my head going down on a stranger. Probably very aware just how horny both of us were, the poppers flooding our entire being. This new man created a bit more focus actually, slowly recognizing just how good getting off in the dark was. Knowing that since I'd put a condom on the cock in my mouth before doing that first hit, there was no reason not to keep having fun like this, with an orgy slowly growing around us. Especially considering how in 4 out of 4 steambath opportunities during the last visit, I'd not used a condom as any of those willing strangers went down on an all too clearly exposed and willing cock. In part because once the bottle is opened, the aroma dissolves any ability to resist being overwhelmed by pure lust. Realizing, thankfully, that when it came to being the cocksucker, following the rules was easy enough. The new man's head neared mine, prompting me to offer him the chance to go down on a waiting wet cock. After his mouth replaced mine, I sat up, sweeping my hand to collect my things. Keeping the brown bottle handy after repositioning everything by touch near the back wall, at the division of the two vinyl mats. The new man had gotten on his knees for a better angle to go down on a turned-on stranger. Touching his hanging cock, its velvety stiffness confirming how horny he'd become. I drew his left hand to his shaft, then opened the poppers, doing another deep hit. Closing the bottle, I reached out to the new cock, discovering it was being sucked. Circling the shaft, thumb and finger touching the cocksucker's lips, feeling his tongue slide. Exhaling, decadently fingering the new man's hole with the same slick finger as before. Luxuriously jerking off, taking in the dim scene, including at least one group and one pair, standing in the space between the building wall and platform. Finger fucking the other man, feeling a hand begin to delightfully tweak my left nipple, unable to even figure out who was doing it as orgasm neared. Thoroughly entranced by the sensations, all enhanced by the rush making my cock and nipple the center of unending waves of pleasure. Barely aware of another body near mine, though the feeling of my other nipple being stroked and a tongue sliding along my ear were delightfully on the edge of overwhelming. I played with the new cocksucker's rod when he settled down on his knees. The man behind me began to stroke my thighs, making me hornier as his touch went closer to my balls. The sucked man shifted position, turning and raising himself to his knees, quickly taking hold of a stiff cock, putting into place for entry, unconcerned that it was bare. I watched as he began to be fucked by the third man, reaching back to play with the new man's cock, soon making it as hard as the others on the platform. Another man stretched out along the further wall, not really a part of what was going on, though his hand touched mine as I stroked the fucked man's hard cock. Both of us roamed over his again bare cock, feeling the shared saliva that had run down his balls, touching the ass fucking man's cock and balls too, feeling them tighten as he went deeper. After so long in the low light, my eyes had finally adapted enough to provide images to go along with the sounds and bodily contact. When that first ass fucker left, the man behind me shifted, apparently due to another partner finding him in the dark, the sounds of sighs and sucking starting. My jacking off kept me at a quivering peak, fingering my original partner's now fucked and more slippery ass, moaning and moving like a total slut, getting turned on as my finger went deeper into his just fucked ass, circling against his anal ring. Who moved in response, twisting so that my finger left his hole. Facing me, hard cock against mine, he moved enticingly, body supported by his spread hands and feet. Sliding his ass along my cock, slowly tempting me to do something that was not going to happen. It felt really hot, but this was an absolute line personally, especially considering what I'd already seen. A new man approached us, thankfully changing the sexual dynamic from a twosome to a threesome. A hand easily found my stiff dick, riding up and down its length in time with my own grip, a true distraction while sweeping the vinyl to gather my possessions. My original partner turned away, freeing my left hand to begin making another cock hard, likely the 6th or 7th of the day, as I'd been at the baths for 90 minutes already. The new man laid on his back, legs toward the back wall, making it easy for the original man to begin to suck another stranger's cock. Stroking myself the entire time, I watched how he began to squat over another available bare cock, his own cock stiff. As he began to sink down, I reached out to touch his nipple. When he had the new man's cock completely inside his horny ass, starting to move up and down, my hand went down to play with his now bouncing length. Looking at the scene, it was close to one of my own fantasies, of being between two men. However, my own fantasies remain much more restrained than the explicit reality that kept me so close to orgasm, knowing that I'd started this entire sequence. The space had become filled with men having sex with each other, giving me a sense of smug satisfaction as the man being fucked began to skillfully play with my nipple. Group sex like this remains irresistible to those who have experienced it more than once, though I try to keep within certain broad boundaries. Boundaries that continue to shift, admittedly, though not in such a sexy situation like this, where the rules remain firm. Being more in an observing than active role certainly playing its part, continuing to watch two men fucking, an aroused nipple being rubbed in rhythm with their rocking. After an interval that was impossible to judge, the fucked man moved up and off, allowing the third man to leave. To be quickly replaced, another cock readily available to pleasure, a man from the other side - possibly a new man, or the same one from before. Again, he was fucked on hands on knees, the latest top reaching around to play with his bottom's hard cock. I tweaked a nipple, hearing him sigh after touching it with a slippery finger, the one I'd put in his mouth, that he sucked greedily. I kept looking around, openly jacking off, leaning back to get a better view. The pair also shifted, creating the first break of sexual contact since the man on his hands and knees entered the space. The change prompted me to look for my possessions, discovering just how poor my concentration had become. I located the condoms, wristband, and bag in a reasonable amount of time, but the bottle couldn't be found. Sitting in the dark, cock still in hand, considering its loss with mild regret at most, as this wouldn't have been the first missing bottle at sauna. Now, no longer really in the orgy's flow, taking stock, still satisfied that none of my fun had crossed any lines. Well, apart from still wanting to play with the bareback ass slut so close, especially after watching him be fucked by multiple men, entranced by finding such a slutty partner. Getting a condom package ready, finding a towel wasn't possible. Creating the need for yet another bit of concentration. Concentration that dissolved as a soft tongue reached my inner thigh, tracing its way higher, creating sighs of anticipation the closer it came to whatever goal it wished. I moaned helplessly as it reached my hairy sack. Surrendering to an ass slut, one who knew just how to turn me on, his ball licking bringing me back into the sexual haze that continued to envelop him. Opening my legs, hand returning to my shaft. As he licked my scrotum, another sensation slid its way into my horniness, making me moan before even realizing what was happening. His finger had begun lightly exploring my ass, words pouring from me - 'fuck yes, slut, lick my balls .. touch my hot ass .. so fucking good.' Soon moving my hips, making my interest inescapable, hole pulsing as he lightly circled it. He shifted again, on his hands and knees, 90 degrees from his previous position, making reaching for his ass practical, as he undoubtedly intended. Sliding over his cheek, my fingers encountered a puddle of hot cum. A fact that did not stop me from putting my middle finger back into his waiting ass. Leaning back to lay flat, I discovered the bottle in the crack where the two vinyl pads met, essentially underneath me. Placing the bottle where it could be easily found again, it became apparent that another man had started to fuck the man who had teabagged and teasingly played with my ass. Starting to get lost in fucking again, ass raised, still kneeling with his head between my legs, feeling the addictive motion of a cock went in and out of his hole. The other man withdrew after a fairly short time, causing the fucked man to return his attention to between my legs. Taking up the rush, waiting until his tongue began lightly flicking my balls to do a hit, his finger returning to my ass just after closing the bottle. His tongue began to tease my ass, a finger circled my nipple. Breathing out, he began to rim me. A sensation so perfect that my hand was unable to reach my cock, able to do nothing but let him lick my horny ass. Recognizing my state, he pulled back a bit, though still in an ideal position to lightly tease the sensitive hairs underneath my sack. Unable to stop from touching myself, knowing that he could feel how my hand was moving over my length. Still moaning, I got the bottle ready, taking my hand off my cock. Doing a hit, feeling his hand gliding over my bush, hand starting press over the root of my rod. His hand on my cock as I breathed out, tongue flicking the hairs circling my ass, I couldn't resist touching my cock again. Groaning, eyes closed, still attempting to keep from losing complete control, a finger reached my lips. I kissed and licked it, turned on knowing not only was I allowing him to put the finger he'd been using on ass in my mouth, there was no way for him to mistake my desire to suck anything he put in my wanting mouth. Making me moan around it, as he began to circle against my tongue and cheeks, reminding me of just how hot it had been to do the same with his bigger cock. He withdrew it, causing me to follow it backwards, my sluttiness apparent, rewarding me by keeping his finger in my mouth. Jacking myself, finally deciding to fuck him, giving in to the temptation offered when he first came onto the platform next to me. Trying to open the condom package with slippery fingers was not possible, though tearing it with my teeth finally worked. I put the condom over my still three quarters hard cock, only to discover another man was there before I'd gotten ready, the ass slut now squatting over a laying man. Leading me to bring his cock to full hardness, like before, slippery ass settling over another man's naked length. I'd lost count of whether this was his fifth or sixth or seventh man, only increasing my horniness in such a completely sexy situation. A condom still covered my cock, prompting me to stand up and step close to the face of the man riding a stranger. Not exactly demanding to be sucked, but thoroughly expecting it. He took the base of the shaft, guiding it between his lips while moving up and down, being filled by two strangers. The sensation of getting blown as he fucked was incredible, utterly animal, causing to place my hands along the wall. Such support allowed me to sink completely into the feeling of my cock going into his mouth, standing over both men having sex underneath me. Normally, I do not make my desires so plain, but having a turned on bottom available proved to be more than sufficient temptation. Bathhouse Accessory Ch. 02 Having approached orgasm several times, I stepped back, reluctantly withdrawing. Sitting down, collecting everything mainly by feel again, taking the condom off before stroking my cock, watching how my cock sucker finished off the man he'd been sitting on top of, hard cock clasped by the other man. After the other man left, I'd thought of doing the same, the darkroom having grown deserted. However, the touch of a hand along my inner thigh provided a perfect invitation to remain just as I was. Knowing that it had to be the slutty bottom who soon moved his head back between my opening legs, making me happy to know precisely where to find the poppers. As his tongue again swirled its way upwards, it was barely possible to prepare the bottle for use, his hand reaching my extended rod causing a certain pause in the already disjointed effort. Loosening and retightening the top, I laid back, spreading my legs wider, taking a deep hit as his tongue reached the spot between my balls and ass. Waiting to breathe out until he began to rim me, moaning and exhaling at the same time. His tongue on my ass felt as good as the first time a man did it here, or three decades ago, experiencing rimming from my first girlfriend. She had been inspired reading the 'Gay Joy Of Sex,' placing my feet in the air to provide her mouth full access. With my ass being licked, it was simple to understand just how easy it was to be an ass slut in the dark. The pleasure was utterly encompassing, causing my hand to fall to the side, as he turned me into his willing slave. Slowly, he changed styles, his tongue now lightly running over the sensitive hairs, fingers joining in the intimate touching. My hand returned to my cock, increasing the timelessly erotic trance. By the time he finally stopped, the darkroom was deserted. He left first, since it took me considerably longer to get everything collected, in several senses. Going to the main level, the clock showed that an hour and a half had passed between going up to the darkroom and leaving it, much to my surprise. I'd thought maybe a half hour, or possibly as long as three quarters, had passed. Luckily enough, this was another afternoon with no schedule, the thought arising of what it would be like to spend a whole day there. A thought that occurs with increasing frequency as time passes. Bathhouse Accessory Ch. 03 Taking good photos is a difficult skill to acquire, especially when sex is involved. However, it isn't the resulting images that are the main attraction in my case - making pictures of sex turns me on much more intensely than looking at them. Not that looking - and sharing - them later isn't fun, of course. Using a camera at a bathhouse requires at least a certain degree of discretion, the bathhouse being an intensely private space, considering how much public male sex is going on. Much the same is true of using a camera at a nudist beach - nude people have a higher expectation of privacy than those wearing clothes. However, when the photography is clearly between consenting adults, no one has a problem. The baths have their private spaces, and what happens there is the exclusive business of the people involved - generally cock sucking and rimming and fucking and kissing and even occasionally cross dressing. I haven't taken photos often, in part because using a camera is work, and the baths are distinctly a place to play. However, after several recent extremely satisfying visits, my desire to take more photos had grown pressing. Arriving right when the baths opened, in less than a quarter of an hour later, I was in the whirlpool after drinking a beer, having my cock stroked as I stroked his erect rod. When he began touching my ass lightly, a leg went over his, making it easier for him to pleasure my hole. Soon, I started doing the same to him, making him sigh and stretch out, his cock rising above the water as my finger slid deeper into the smooth and pulsing tightness. At some point, we were fingering and stroking each other, creating pleasure in a luxuriously rising wave. Looking at how horny the other was, knowing that we'd done this several times over the past years, never exchanging a word, as our bodies understood each other perfectly. One of the true attractions of a male only sauna being how uncomplicated it can be to find someone else who has had male sex with a hundred partners - or more. Practice hones skill, though not everyone at a bathhouse can be described as skilled, nor is every man interested in precisely the same experiences or styles. A couple of other men were also in the jacuzzi, but none became involved in our explicitly open activities. I took my leave after almost cumming several times, only mildly surprised when noting that the clock above the steamroom door showed I'd been in the whirlpool for more than a half hour. Entering the steamroom, the space was somewhat empty, making it easy to do a hit of rush in the enclosed shower area. Breathing out, I walked towards the back, noting one couple breaking up and leaving the dimness, along with a man on the bench against the rear wall. I went into the dark corner section, starting to play with my swelling cock. Aware of how it was illuminated by the light from the glass door, turned on by the thought of invitingly exposing myself like this. Watching how the sitting man turned his head to see, hand touching his own obviously horny cock. Leaving the darkness to sit near him, letting my foot slide over his, testing his reaction. He responded quickly, his hand making me gasp when it found my erect rod. Soon, we were doing much the same together as I'd enjoyed in the whirlpool before. It took little time to discover how the other was also a nipple slut when jacking off, or how good a finger playing with an ass felt. Again, like in the whirlpool, the other men that entered the space remain uninvolved, a fact that was barely noticed as we brought each other close to orgasm. However, here the heat places a limit on how long one can enjoy getting off with other men, leading him to leave just before reaching my own, already shifted a couple of times, personal limit. Outside, spending some time under the shower, starting to soap my cock, the familiar sensations turning me on, without any inhibition about being in public. Leading to leaning against the wall, jerking off, not caring if anyone saw, though not exactly in an exhibitionistic fashion. Generally, bathhouses are not a place for showing off, they are a place for having sex, which is considerably more satisfying. Drying off, I went to the locker room, getting out the black bag concealing the camera, noting that another half hour or so had passed. Going upstairs, little seemed to be happening, though one man was laying on his stomach in the row of booths next to the darkroom. Knowing what that meant, the temptation grew increasingly inviting after seeing how the porn cabins and theater were empty, the playing porn being uninteresting. More than an hour and quarter had passed till now, and idea of taking pictures of sex with a stranger prompted me to return to the booth. Entering, I let my hand stretch out to lightly stroke his legs, soon using both hands to tease him. Teasing that gradually led to its desired result, as his cock became accessible after an extended period of growing temptation, making him groan and shift, no longer able to restrain himself. I love letting my hands roam over a willing body, first lightly, just above the skin, playing with the hair. Aware that starting between the ankles and knees allows the chance to expand into several erogenous areas. After reaching his inner thighs, one hand, then the other, went down to his feet, making him sigh with bliss as his toes and soles were massaged, letting one hand or the other slide over his ass, reminding him that this was just the beginning. Spreading his legs in clear invitation, I closed the door while putting the towel and bag on the platform, taking a moment to get condoms and the rush bottle out. The camera remained discrete, but readily available. Continuing to turn him on while sitting between his opened legs, at some point, it became impossible to ignore my swelling cock. Touching it, I began to circle his hole. The feeling of soft flesh is incredibly arousing, particularly when the person about to be fingered is obviously helpless with desire to be pleasured that way. Lifting his hips, reaching for and touching his erect cock, becoming even more turned on at the sight. As soon as the questing fingers reached his cock head, my finger began to go deeper, watching him stroke himself while starting to finger fuck his willing ass. Over the years, I've learned just how easily bathhouse sluts are manipulated, in part due to being one myself. The pulsing rhythm from his anal ring surrounding my finger provided a clear signal of his horniness. He twisted around, letting me see his face for the first time, bringing his head near my jutting cock. As his lips approached, I managed to say 'con .. condoms' before letting his welcoming mouth envelop a far too willing cock. After years of gloryhole and bathhouse visits, it is no longer possible to consistently resist letting a stranger's mouth surround my bare cock. Mainly, as any repeat bathhouse visitor knows, the sensations from head are too good to stop, and the more often it occurs, the easier it becomes to allow any horny stranger to go down on me whenever the opportunity arises. Meaning basically every time I visit the local baths, that being one of the reasons the baths are so addictive, being able to sample so many cock suckers. As his tongue circled my cockhead, I reached for the brown bottle. Taking a good hit as his lips slid down my shaft, saying 'slowly,' keeping as much of the rush as possible in my lungs. Feeling the intensity spread from erect cock to my entire being, a cock centered sense of infinite size being surrounded by infinite pleasure. My favorite use of rush is when getting head, something true for more than 3 decades, starting with my first girlfriend. Not that the other uses are that easy to ignore, of course. His finger began to probe my ass as his mouth continued its inexorable approach towards my curly pubic bush. Arcing a bit, giving his finger better access, cock temptingly close to orgasm even before breathing out. The hand with the closed bottle lowered towards his face, but he showed no interest in inhaling. A lack of interest shared by a number of men, though in most cases, they don't care if someone else is using such a perfect accompaniment to anonymous male sex with a stranger or group. His mouth reached the base of my cock, prompting me to pump it back and forth, his finger touching my ass as he deep throated me. My left hand found his erect cock, beginning to hold it tight, barely moving up or down. A style he matched with his mouth, extending the pleasure of being sucked, keeping orgasm distant while the sensations of pure anonymous male sex filled me. As the wave continued to run, I breathed out, distracted words following - "camera .. take pictures .. sex pictures .. fuck yes .. suck it .. I have .. a camera." The combination of getting blown, being fingered, poppers, and talking about my kinky interest in pictures was fantastic. As his mouth slowly withdrew, I reached over to the black bag, already anticipating looking at the pictures later. My mind was hazed, but getting the camera out was simple enough, as there was no need to be subtle. I enjoy looking at voyeur photos as much as anyone, but taking them seems unnecessary - it is easy enough to follow the wishes of one's partners, after all. Turning his ass towards me, kneeling, cock straight, it was clear that his wish was to be finger fucked again. A wish made easier by his hand reaching for my erect length. I began to take pictures, a dozen in two minutes as it turns out, each flash providing a direct jolt of kinky pleasure, knowing that pictures were being made of myself having sex with a stranger. Putting down the camera and withdrawing my finger from his soft ass to do another hit of rush, he was able to provide more uniquely male pleasure, bringing his cockhead against mine. Since he had already sucked me, any considerations about such intimate contact were irrelevant by this point, especially as the entrancing combination of cock, spit, and poppers swirled through my mind. Soon drawing my hand to his cock, beginning to rub our aroused cock heads together. A luxuriously enthralling sensation, the rush making my cock feel immense against his sexy skin. Discovering just how sexy cock can be was a shocking discovery, one that led from gloryholes to my now regular bathhouse visits. Now, repeatedly pressing the button on the camera, trying to do my best to focus on what was going on - the reality of just making me hornier in turn. Each flash an incredible turn on, knowing that the best pictures would be later shared. Admittedly, amateur pictures have their limitations, especially when the distracted photographer is the subject. Luck is required, which is easier to create using digital means. His ass remained too inviting to resist, so I started fingering him again, as he continued to grip my flared cock ridge. By now, we had a fair idea of each other's talents and tastes, both of us hard and turned on. Soon, I used the hand fingering his ass to play with his stiff rod between my thumb and index finger, making him bury his face in the platform. The pictures reflected memory with accuracy, as any slut who loves being fingered on their hand and knees ends up with their face pressed down, helpless against the pleasure driving deeper into their willing hole. A pleasure that sweeps the person causing it along, forcing me to give up taking pictures for the next five minutes. Only to take up the camera after inhaling more rush, capturing his mouth going down on my wanting cock, barely able to press the button as he went down on me. The camera soon leaving my hand as my body arched, giving him complete access to my extended length. When he came up to my mouth, lips smelling of cock, I managed to pick up the camera, taking pictures of us kissing. The sexy taste of pre-cum on his tongue made me greedy when pressing against his lips, pushing my tongue deep into his skilled mouth. A real element of kink was turning me on, making such shots irresistible, two just met cock suckers enjoying themselves at the baths. Another five minutes passed before the next picture series, a finger returning to pushing itself deeper into his horny ass. A delay due in part to getting out a condom, followed by me going down on him. Sucking his covered cock caused the pictures to be even less well framed than previous ones, though by this point, the camera was not a primary concern of either of us. We went down on each other in turns, ten minutes passing before I became able to pick up the camera for further action. Kneeling, doing a hit from the brown bottle, taking shots of his teasingly open mouth, framing the scene to include his still hard cock. Then fully losing any ability to even press a button as my naked cock sank into his warm wet mouth. His finger began to touch my ass, as he shifted position, hearing moans starting to flow from my mouth. Playing with our cocks, now starting to make pictures of my ass being touched by another man. Pictures showing just how much I loved sex like this, both of us hard. Taking pictures of me going down on him again, sucking hard, a bathhouse slut worshipping a stranger's dick. A dozen minutes passed before taking up the camera again, taking lazy kneeling shots of feeding my cock into his mouth. Neither of us cared the least about privacy at this point, being far too turned on to be concerned about anything but sex. A bathhouse provides a convenient spot to meet men capable of enjoying sex over an extended period, orgasm playing a reduced role in exchange for longer running pleasure. Time becomes impossible to keep track of in such a state, as is any thought beyond the most directly sexual. A reality that the file times on the pictures circumvent, at least retrospectively. Leaning against the wall, I took my last pictures as he caressed my nipple, capturing the scene of his still condom covered cock and jacking off my slippery length from his latest blow job. Letting the camera out of my hand as the bliss of nipple play enveloped me, finally concentrating enough to go down on him again. His head was at the end of booth, so I straddled him and straightened, doing another hit of rush as he began to teabag me, finger circling my wanton and greedy hole. His other hand reached around, fingers flat as he pressed my length against my skin, rubbing up and down. Almost cumming when he began to press his finger deeper into my ass, gasping in delight. However, as time went on, the lack of lubrication became noticeable, making me stand to break contact. Causing him to sit up in turn, back on the wall, mouth at the perfect height to go down on me. I groaned loudly when a finger returned to caressing a stiff nipple, slumping in slutty response to his actions. Standing and getting head provides a sense of sexual power that is as seductive as it is illusory - as anyone who has experienced both knows, the cock sucker is in complete charge of the one being sucked from the second the sucker's mouth touches a horny cock. A feeling craved by any man who has experienced it, standing over the mouth of a willing partner. My hands reached out for the wall, shifting position to allow a stranger to take my cock as deep as possible into his skilled mouth. Feeling the bottle still in my right hand, the reminder was enough to muster whatever concentration was available to do another hit, fully aware of how addictive poppers become in such situations. Indulging in another chance to enjoy pure naked male sex, without breaking any of my important rules. After decades of experience, using rush during sex is possible in a way that taking pictures isn't. I have had much more practice, and regardless of how hot it is every time the camera flash reveals another sex picture's creation, rush is much more potent. Combining the two is essentially contradictory, though the idea of group sex, rush, and pictures provided a shockingly intense jolt of fantasy while settling my ass down to let his finger go deeper before breathing out. After spending a stretched interval pumping my cock into his mouth, it became apparent to both of us that cumming was not going to happen, a condition that often occurs remaining on the edge of orgasming for so long. After his mouth withdrew after a final tender and lingering kiss at the tip of my rod, he began to softly beg for me to cum on him. Something that I have never found that erotic, to be honest, even as I kept stroking my slippery cock above him. He moved, preparing to leave, considerably more focused than I. Settling clumsily next to him, he gave me a last kiss and smile, and left the room. The clock downstairs said it was almost 4:45pm, well within my schedule. It was only after getting home that the camera file times revealed I'd easily spent more than an hour and a quarter in that bathhouse cabin having sex with a stranger. Bathhouse Accessory Ch. 04 Arriving at the local baths just after 3pm on a Friday, the lack of visitors was surprising. Possibly due to the fact that the following Monday was a holiday, or possibly due to how summer had recently arrived. Downstairs, one man was in the whirlpool, prompting me to shower before joining him. After sitting close, my foot promptly sliding over his under the pretense of settling in. Letting my sole rise, toes running over his inner thighs before reaching up against his still rod. I moved closer, his hand reaching between my thighs, making me sigh as he began to play with my balls. Soon, we were intimately involved, touching each other's cocks and nipples, rapidly falling into a rising spiral of horniness, as happens so easily at the baths. Experienced visitors have a breadth of knowledge about getting off with other men that no woman can easily match. Becoming more entwined, he began to wrap me in his arms, then started kissing. Or trying to, as I had no interest in such a blunt approach. A lack that seemingly made no impression on him, as he used his arm to keep my face pressed against his. I resisted such a graceless approach, until he seemed to understand that his will was not dominant, causing him to leave. Such boorish attempts have been mercifully rare, seeing as how they don't arouse me, but everyone has different tastes. Going upstairs, I entered an open cabin at the end of a row of 3 booths, with a couple having sex in the middle one, knowing that just be able to hear men have sex would be erotic at a voyeuristic level which a bathhouse is perfectly suited in accommodating. With the end of the corridor temporarily blocked for interior work, the booths were somewhat less trafficked than usual. Soon though, a man walked back and forth, and seeing my stroking, did not wander far before getting a better look, his hand rubbing over the front of his towel. After extended eye contact, he came in finally. It became mild fun, each of us playing with the other's erection. We played with each other's nipples, him standing at the end of the platform, door still open, neither of us apparently concerned about observers or additional participants. At some point, he stepped completely into the room, closing the door behind him, perfectly positioned for me to begin to lick his nipple. His response was unsurprising, so I began to run my tongue down his front as I got condoms out of my bag, ready to go down on his hard cock. His response to that action was very surprising, however - "Where did you get them?" Replying "I brought them," he turned to open the door and left, quite abruptly. I still have no absolutely no idea why he left, still hard - the condoms and lube packages available for free at the counter are definitely no better than what was at hand. Though a number of potential partners here have rejected using condoms categorically, this was something considerably stranger. Sex with or without a condom is an understandable choice - summarily rejecting getting a blow job with someone that brought their own condoms to use is simply incomprehensible. For the next half hour, walking around, essentially nothing happening beyond the reality of a couple of closed doors where strangers were undoubtedly getting off. Only one person was downstairs, in the dry sauna. The bathhouse was truly empty in a way I've only rarely experienced over the years, on extremely hot and sunny days, or later on a week day evening. Sometime after 4pm, having wandered through the various empty spaces, I went back for a second time to the video room. The porn appeared uninteresting, offering no reason to enter the space. Nonetheless, it made sense to at least check if anything was happening. Slowly reaching the end of the wall, eyes wandering after stopping and turning towards the broad rows. It took a bit of time for my eyes to adapt, though the presence of at least one man was clear from the sandals in front of the draped towel at the bottom of the first row. Allowing my attention to focus upwards, a scene of group sex slowly resolved itself. The man on the lowest bench level was playing with the cock of the man at the middle, who was sucking the cock of the reclining man at the top level. The combination provided enough free space for me to move to the far side of the middle row, in comfortable visual range of the action. Paying attention to the blow job, I noticed a familiar brown bottle being used by the cock sucker. He took several deep hits before his mouth covered a naked wetly glistening rod, handing the bottle to the man beneath him, whose own hand was between his thighs. Quickly shifting up to the top row, spreading the towel, taking out my own little brown bottle, seeing how the man on the lowest level had started to blow the cock sucker's hard dick. Settling next to the man who hadn't done a hit, I opened the poppers under his nose, letting him do several hits before doing a deep one myself. Closing the bottle, beginning to jack off, I fondled his nipple, joining a group of poppered sluts in public sex. The scene grew entrancing, particularly after breathing out. Catching the eye of the middle cock sucker, displaying my hard length, I made the decision to remain more or less a jerking off observer. One who planned to indulge in poppers the entire time, already finding watching such animal group sex growing increasingly addictive. Still a participant in gay group sex, but wanting to enjoy being a close up voyeur of several hard cocks, echoing the sort of games I used to play with a high school friend - and sometimes, with another friend of his. Those masturbation sessions, sometimes inside, sometimes outdoors, were my very first introduction to having group sex. We would read and look at the late 70s Penthouses, Playboys, Clubs, Gallery until our cocks swelled, opening our pants, getting even hornier after touching ourselves, pulling down our pants, giving in to the seductive temptation of letting others see you turned on, knowing that the same was happening with them. Watching each other cum, looking at cocks and faces, unable to stop. Much like what was happening here, in a much more adult fashion, without long ago restraints about no physical contact. Virgins tend to be shy, after all. Bathhouse sluts aren't shy, one of the more appealing aspects of visiting a male only sauna. Especially sluts using poppers, something I never experimented with my friend, only reading about 'locker room scent' in a Playboy column at the back of one of those magazines, near the time of getting sexually involved with my first girlfriend, around high school graduation (yes, near enough cliche but true - my first blow job was at the end of my high school prom, at her parent's house). Watching naked men sucking each other was erotic in a way that I've grown to love. An eroticism that particularly grew after exchanging bottles, as he handed his bottle up to the man he was sucking, and I handed my bottle down to him. When the man next to me did a hit, I licked his nipple before starting to use my teeth, hearing the man below open my bottle and do his own hits. A bottle appeared under my nose, letting me inhale the magical scent a couple of times. Inhibition disappeared as my left hand went down to the sucked man's cock, feeling the wetness of soft lips surrounding a stiff shaft, covered in taut, soft skin. It returned when he bent down, bringing his face closer to my dick, causing me to shift its position a bit. A change rewarded by the middle man's hand sliding over my inner thigh, as the lowest man moved himself in front of me. He began to lick my foot, playing with himself, letting me indulge in male group sex without crossing any personally set boundaries. Looking at the other horny cocks, jacking off, my balls being played with, the liquid pleasure of my toes being sucked, a finger rubbing over a nipple, poppers flowing through all of our bodies, dominating willing minds through its extravagantly unleashed sexual energy. I've been doing poppers with partners for more than three decades, starting with my first girlfriend. Who used to turn into a grinding fuck animal when we shared them face to face - and even more of an animal when being fucked on her hands and knees. I've done them in group settings at a couple of bathhouses over the last few years, but this was the first time being involved so straightforwardly with 3 other men, all of us openly using rush at the same time. The bottles were passed around again, though I didn't indulge, being far too horny to dare another hit, wanting to see just how slutty they became under that special aroma's power. Creating an addictive transformation, a transformation that really turns me on to see occur. Intently observing just how completely a partner's cock or pussy rides that wave of distilled lust, pushing them deeper into primal sensations, seeing the transformation in how their expressions fully reflect their beautifully mindless state. The cock sucker pressed a bottle into my left hand, his own hand rising on my shaft, freeing me to share the rush. First, I gave the sucked man the chance to do another hit, then held the bottle under the nose of the man rubbing my foot, before doing one myself, fairly confident that orgasm was no longer imminent. The lowest man moved away, starting to go down on the cock sucker again, who moaned around the dick filling his mouth. Moans echoed by the man being sucked, his hand roughly jerking my cock. I was playing with the nipples of the pair next to me, looking down at both blow jobs, so much hotter than porn, part of a turned on group of strangers having fantastic anonymous sex in a dim room with gay porn playing. The sucked man's hand became too rough, so I replaced it with my own, finally breathing out. A finger began sliding over my nipple, making me moan thankfully. One hit of rush can be overwhelming, but by the third or fourth time, the intensity becomes familiar. Utterly and delightfully sexual, with temptation shifting from a single peak to remaining within its continuing flow. Poppers do require some skill to use well, skill that everyone here apparently, and unsurprisingly, possessed. After another round, the lowest man left the theater, prompting the cock sucker to go up to our level, bringing his sexy cock to the height of his partner's face, standing in front of him. Unable to resist from doing a deep hit, beginning to luxuriously stroke myself watching one man suck another so intimately. Feeling a hand reach out to my nipple, with another hand grasping my balls, uncaring about who was doing it, though it was likely both of them. I also reached out, putting my hand between them, feeling another blow job while jacking off. The cock sucker lay down, stretching himself out, perfectly positioned to let his partner go down on him at the same time as he took a now familiar cock into his mouth. Letting each of them do hits from my bottle, rising on my knees to also inhale, feeling a finger begin to tease my horny hole. Breathing out, words following - "fuck yeah .. cock suckers .. hot sluts .. love watching men .. touch my ass." The rush filled all of us with its reliably overwhelming sexual enhancement, floating along in the middle of a poppers orgy at the baths. Satisfied to just look and jack off, unconcerned at just how unrestrained poppers can make someone, turned on watching two men have oral sex in front of me. They continued to share a bottle, taking a number of hits while going down on each other. Finally, they broke apart, neither having cum, and the man who owned the other bottle left - very unsteadily, his cock glistening. The sitting man was sprawled out, his cock still hard, so I reached over to play with it a bit. In return, he played with my nipple, but too clumsily for me to really enjoy. Leading me to gather up my things, and leave. Sometime after 4:30pm, in the darkroom again, still wondering at the sheer lack of visitors. Hand on my cock, spread out on my back on the towel, near the wall. When someone came in, my foot stretched out to make contact, being rewarded with him stepping closer. A hand began running over my foot, promptly making its way upwards, spreading my legs and sighing as he reached my inner thigh. Significantly harder than just a short while ago, anticipating the sort of games played in the dark between naked strangers. After his hand felt my cock and balls, he lay down, head at my hip. Jacking off as he again touched between my legs, letting him explore as he wished while getting myself hard again. Soon leading to him rising a bit, positioning his mouth over my cock. Causing me to move it away, saying, at least to myself, that a condom was needed first. While not getting one, as the sensations had reached a new level when his finger began to touch my ass hole, legs opening and hips moving in wanton invitation. Just making him remove his finger, before putting it in his mouth, returning it to slide over my horny anal ring, pulsing in delight as I kept touching my hard cock, groaning in helpless bliss as he began to finger fuck me. During most of this time, he left my cock alone, but after needing to keep it out of reach again, my left hand reached down. And found nothing, causing no reaction on his part as it quested over his skin. Since he continued to pleasure me, it was easier to just accept, as happens at times at the baths, that I would be the one receiving a stranger's attentions, without any need to respond. During the next blissful period, he withdrew his finger to lick it several times, creating increasingly animalistic responses as he turned me on anally, lubricating my hole thoroughly with his spit. He moved up a bit, taking my left hand, moving it towards his lips, soon starting to suck a finger. An intensely sensual distraction, making me moan in reaction to the motions of his lips and tongue over and around my extended finger, along with jacking off and being fingered. His hand displaced mine, sliding over my cock's length, a stranger's sexy grasp replacing mine, finger no longer playing with my horny ass. My left hand stroked over his short haired head, over his ears, along his neck. When he turned his head up, my hand trailed over his face, before I gently fed him my middle finger. His sucking felt even sexier now, playing with my cock in rhythm to his exquisite motions, but the idea of condoms remained a boundary from letting his mouth enclose my horny length. My finger was slippery as I took it out of his mouth, moving it between my legs to touch my own ass. I've gotten off for decades by stroking and fingering myself, but only very rarely with anyone else. Rubbing its wetness over my hole, then groaning as it slid deeper. Soon, my finger became less slick, so I returned it to his willing mouth, amazed at how sexy it felt to be so sleazy with another man. Putting it against my horny ass, I felt him move my cock towards his mouth, taking thorough advantage of just how slutty I'd become. The sensation of his wetness enveloping my cockhead was only enhanced by how well positioned my finger was, slowing any reaction. Though I did react, realizing how he'd taken advantage of such a private turned on state. Taking my finger away, freeing my hand to move my cock away from his liquid mouth. Starting to enthusiastically jack off even as his lips continued to seek a now unavailable cock. Finding out just how thoroughly turned on I became by how slippery he'd made my length, gasping on the edge of orgasm, the sounds loud in the dimness. Slowly realizing that a condom had technically become irrelevant at this point, yet not pleased at how my open desire had been used to overrule my private will. Though as my cock slowly became less slick, it became impossible to resist pointing its length towards his apparently uninterested face. In compensation, the touch of his wettened finger on my ass remained thoroughly enticing. The need to keep control of my cock meant that poppers did not become a part of the mix this time, but the game between a darkroom cocksucker and myself was more than enough to create a wonderfully turned on state. One where my cock sinking into his mouth soon led to the growing temptation to fill his mouth with pumping cum. A temptation only possible to withstand by regaining control, moving my cock to the side to keep from cumming. A sequence that occurred at least 3 times, including helplessly masturbating my slippery cock as he fingered me after he went down on me. By the second time, I was the one feeding my cock to him, aware that this game could continue as long as I could last. Such extended pleasure, dancing on the edge, is its own desire. Apparently one he shared, at least to the extent of not breaking off. Including another session where he sucked my finger, leading to me playing with my asshole, followed by his delightfully skilled mouth bringing me almost to the brink of orgasm. Forcing me to stop him, just like before. Enjoying the same sensations of a stranger's wetness along the length of my horny shaft, moving my hips to help his slick finger find where I wanted it to be. Floating in pure pleasure, without need for it to end. All my female lovers have understood that framework, elevating ongoing sexual sensation over orgasm, both hers and mine (though in a couple of women's case, it was the difference between the skipping stones of multiple orgasm, and the deep submergence of having just one). The number of men able to understand this extension of sex over a longer time, even at a bathhouse where hours can be spent among a variety of partners, remains smaller than I would have expected. There is also a certain element of selfishness to it, at least when not doing anything for the other in return. Admittedly, my years at the baths have led to the empirical observation that a certain group of men want nothing more than to be sucking a hard cock, preferably uncovered. This group is a major reason why gloryholes remain so popular, as the number of willing cocksuckers seems to be greater than the number of hard cocks that wanted to be sucked by another man. Of course, by now, those cock hungry sluts have become hard for me to consistently resist, knowing how good it is to feel their mouth cover my naked cock. It is almost impossible to estimate - 50? 100? more? - how many strangers have gone down on me, with or without a condom. The man this afternoon just adding himself to that long list. I started to circle my cockhead against his lips, the pleasure increasing as we discovered a rhythm focused just under my flared ridge. "Oh fuck .. so fucking good .. cock sucker .. mouth fucker .. cum so good .. cock cum" and similar phrases tumbled more or less incoherently past my lips, providing the sort of warning that is just part of good blow job manners. Not everyone who wants cock in their mouth wants cum, though this old observation seemingly only applies to a couple of women in my life, and not to a single man I've met at a gloryhole or the baths. His finger at my lubricated hole added its own delight, merging with the flood that was filling his mouth with cum, spurting in pure release. Finally, as my cock subsided, his mouth left it behind, and he slid away in the dimness, leaving the dark room as I bean to gather both my wits and my things, such as the key bracelet and bag. Walking unsteadily myself, another willing victim of a cock sucker, the time downstairs was 5:20pm, meaning that around a 3/4 of an hour had passed, showing again just how completely hot sex with men destroys my ability to keep track of time. Eagerly looking forward to the next opportunity for that to happen at the baths.