3 comments/ 14412 views/ 4 favorites Bathhouse Lures Ch. 01 By: glory_first In the cold grayness of winter, a bathhouse's lures are irresistible. The sliding hands and legs in the whirlpool, the warmth and full contact of the dark room, hits of rush in a porn cabin, the shared sweatiness of the steambath, soaping my hard cock at the public shower while looking at other men, wondering about who will be playing with who, so many potential partners so close to hand. I find myself entering an increasingly intense haze of sexual bliss, where an hour goes by unnoticed in the company of other men, enjoying each other in ways that go far beyond any of my initial fantasies about bathhouses 3 decades ago. Its admittance policy plays a role in this, placing the focus clearly on male only delights, ensuring that complications do not arise between strangers. After all, any repeat bathhouse visitor knows what pleasures are offered, and a first time visitor likely grows too horny too quickly to be concerned about playing with other aroused partners in an adult playground. Ensuring a second visit, then a third ... all too easily falling under the seductive spell of the baths, all of us fully understanding why it was impossible to stop. Something shared in a purely male sense - the attraction of new partners, in unending abundance, satisfying all desires among men who understood just how good public group sex could be, all of us indulging in its various possibilities, from the voyeuristic to the fully submerged, servicing pure cock lusts and surrendering to others perfectly serving one's own lusts, often only discovered as they arise through the skills of a man that loves cock. I consider myself bisexual in a simple way. Women are incredibly sexy - but so is a hard cock. My major interest in a man to man sex remains cock, most likely resulting from some of my first orgasms with another person, looking at later-70s Penthouses and other mags when jacking off with my best friend. Both of us naturally focusing on each other's cocks and faces, cumming together. Never touching, but it was still my first experience getting off with another naked person, as we almost always undressed during those hot summer days. We would share the porn in a bedroom or bathroom or outdoors in the woods, the prized magazines before us, often four or five times a week in our horniness. Talking about what was most sexy in the spreads, looking at the other's cock to see its reaction to the words and images. My bi interests are focused at a simple level, compared to my female bi friend, now living with a younger woman for more than a year and a half. Her interests are truly bi, unlike my own, very male dominated sexual tastes. She can fall in love with anyone without caring about their sex, unlike myself. Indulging my desire for anonymous male group sex is made easier by a lack of concern about personal or legal repercussions. A condition that undoubtedly makes my visits a lot less stressful than otherwise. My wife knows about my tastes, if not the precise details about my growing desires, the ones that a visit to the baths satisfy so well. A purely male visit. Though my bi friend enjoys my stories, she has a difficult time imagining them, as such pure sluttiness seems more a male than female trait, especially when rush is involved. This fact is probably part of the reason why bathhouses are male only. Recently, on the local bathhouse's guest book, a woman wrote that the sauna sounded very enticing - she was politely told that it is off-limits to women. Understandable, if only to protect the privacy of men that get off with other men. I've never taken off my gold marriage ring when in the baths. Certainly, a number of the men in the sauna are married or in a relationship, likely quite uninterested in having their wives or girlfriends finding out about their sauna activities. After all, an attached men can get as horny as any other type of man. Especially the type of man that enjoys being nude with other nude men in an invitingly intimate setting. Like the whirlpool, a place which has grown in its attractive force over the last few visits. Last Friday, it was difficult to leave after the fountaining had started. This is the least enjoyable part of the tub's three phases, the enthusiastic bubbling and splashing simply too much for me to deal with. Even when wearing my titanium wire framed glasses to protect my eyes. The maybe quarter of hour of bubbling along the bench ring and still water had been perfect, as the number of men in the water went from a pair to five, my hand or foot having felt all of them, getting them hard or experiencing their hardness. And they returning the attention in turn, singly and together. A shared hot tub can be quite enticing with like minded visitors, nudity making our desires obvious, watching and being watched. Standing to leave, cock still extended, still on the verge of cumming, a couple of men put their legs out as I walked over the central pulsing fountain fixture, snaring me for a moment, toes fondling my balls. However, the last 20 minutes had been more than sufficient stimulation, now it was time to go upstairs. Adding a bit of rush to the potent mix of sensations has become so irresistible. Within such a male only space, there are no worries concerning finding different types of action on a cold afternoon. What men might do among themselves is just for those men to know - a very thin fiction, of course, to anyone who has ever gotten off at a bathhouse. Entering the steambath, it was apparent that the same mood existed here as in the whirlpool, a cock sucking pair in the corner, several other men paying attention, a couple of them already hard. A second pair formed against the distant wall, their bodies gradually moving into the deeper dimness of rear section as they started to play with each other's body, rubbing and grinding. Walking to the wall, I turned and leaned back, my shoulders supporting me as I began to stroke my cock, legs lightly splayed. The nearby blow job and the less distinct activities of the shadowed pair added to my obvious enjoyment, my fist starting to pump my erect shaft. Horny enough to try to slide past the pair in the darkness, I slowly approached, then stopped as the sounds of kissing became obvious. They were tightly wrapped in each other's arms, cocks sliding together as they kissed, unconcerned about who was around. I sat down on the bench, the light from the other passage making it barely possible to see how I was jacking me rigid cock off. It took little time for two men to approach, the one on my right reaching for my cock a half step before the man on left. His hand slid over mine, making it easy for me to search for his own rod as his touch replaced mine on my shaft. It was not possible to control a low moan as my hand found his still swelling cock, its thickness notable. The man on the left began to play with my nipple, his other hand guiding mine to his stiff dick. All three of us hard, I slowly pulled the two sexy cocks towards each other. The rhythm on my cock stopped, then changed - the other man was now jacking me, his hand leaving my nipple, running over my head before sliding over the other man's bodies. It was obvious when he found a nipple, the touch causing the other man to groan and slump a bit in my grasp. Visitors to the steambath are all lovers of cock - cocks being stroked, cocks being sucked, cocks fucking, cocks rubbing so good together. All three of us were fully enthralled, pleasure submerging us. The two hard cocks began to touch, right in front of me in silhouette, the sounds of kissing growing louder. I held both cocks together, moving their uncut cockheads against each other, the man to my right starting to touch my cock again. I took a condom off the bench, ready for whatever came next, knowing that the two men in front of me were totally turned on, their gloriously slippery cocks sliding past each other, my circled fingers and thumb keeping them together. Well, at that level, as each was grabbing the other's ass, fingers clearly exploring the sensitive skin where the cheeks separated. A fourth man approached on my left, his hand reaching my nipple as he began to slide his body against the standing man, making him the middle of our foursome. Whose attention started to wander as the new man began kissing his neck, his hand meeting mine where the two cocks were still grinding. The jacking pace of man to my right slowed, his grip tightening along my rigid shaft, as a hand began to run over my head, its motions making clear the intentions of its owner. Groaning as my mouth opened, having turned in response to the gentle guidance of the hand caressing my face and neck. The original pair had separated, as the first man to play with my cock became the first man I sucked during this visit, my hunger for cock finally being satisfied. It was easy to slide the condom on, his thickness stretching it tight as my lips and hand unrolled it down his length. Finally, his cock filled my mouth, making me so horny, sucking a stranger's hard cock in public. My jutting cock a clear sign of just how much I loved being a cock sucking slut. My left hand was on third man's rod, which was gently bucking back and forth, the fourth man standing behind him, hands on his hips. Far too quickly, the man I was going down on pulled back, his hand swiftly unrolling the condom. He then walked away, giving me a chance to look around in the steamy dimness. Other groups were spread through the space, my attention growing as my right hand began to play with the slippery length of my turned on cock. Letting my left hand roam, it was clear that the pair were turned on enough to fuck. Or to suck, with a sexy cock so close by my hungry mouth. I awkwardly found the other condom to my left, using my right hand. Quickly opening it, bending a bit, my lips slid along the moist latex, teasing him as he moaned and sagged: The condom unrolled completely before touching my wanting cock, jacking off so good as a man began to fuck my mouth. Only after a few minutes did the reality of the situation become apparent to me, as the pleasure flowed between us. A thick cock filling my mouth, stroking myself in rhythm to the fucking motion of a stranger's cock, deep in the ass of another stranger. My left hand rose to slide over the sweaty chest of the man being fucked. We were a threesome, the man in the middle getting fucked and sucked, each of us completely lost in the bliss of male group sex. In a public space, surrounded by other men doing such things to each other, all of us true devotees of bathhouse sex. The heat rose to the point that I needed to leave, taking the opportunity to go when positions shifted among partners, sliding out between turned on naked bodies. Back upstairs, I did another hit of rush. Leaving the cabin, undecided to porn or darkroom side. Choosing the porn theater, the porn was completely boring, the area empty apart from two closed booth doors. Entering the darkroom, I could sense a presence, something grown rare over time. Stretching out my hand, I found the edge, letting my hand lightly glide over it. I moved closer, positioning myself to sit, my questing hand having found a leg when sweeping the space further back in the darkness. A nicely hairy leg, very soft fur covering hard bone. My hand continued to stroke up and down, soon reaching his foot, providing an idea of where to position myself on the broad surface. Taking my time, enjoying the sounds and sighs created under my hand's teasing journey. Touching his hard cock made him grasp mine, quite hard. The darkroom is a sexy space for exploration, the lack of light enhancing the sensations. Right now, of our mutual cock stroking, both of us fully concentrated on the sexual touches and motions we were sharing. A combination of private and yet public sex, where anyone could join, but no one could see. And only those that joined could know what was actually going on. In our case, how we lightly touched each other while being jacked off by an unseen stranger. I had forgotten the power of this effect, similar to that of a gloryhole, where all the pleasure is distilled into pure cock sensation, knowing that a man was the reason for how completely turned I'd become. With the added attraction that in the darkroom, it was easy to share it. We rode the edge of orgasm until the wave receded, ebbing as it does when the wave doesn't break. Another feature of sex in the baths - cumming is not exactly the single goal, as a half hour of talented shared sex is worth more than an orgasm in a couple of minutes. Not counting the occasional exceptional case, of course, having indulged in both sides of the equation before. Neither of us interested in cumming right now, I decided to leave, fully aware of just how much I wanted to remain, reminded of just how good my bathhouse initiation had been, in this very space. Bathhouse Lures Ch. 02 I couldn't help myself from arriving very early on a Friday, taking the first chance to visit the baths again. The person at the counter grinned slightly, in a knowing way, when I paid and he gave me my towel and locker key, 10 minutes before the posted opening time. This could only be a short visit, but as with many earlier ones, hopefully it would provide more than enough experiences for a story. Writing what happens extends the pleasure, as the memories are more than enough to get me hard. And when hard, such stories are much easier to write. Though the temptation to jack off just adds to the desire for the reality of uninhibited male sex. A rising desire to be satisfied by the apparently neverending variety of a bathhouse's offerings, as I found myself rearranging schedules to go back again, just two days between visits. Doing less work in the forest than originally planned, it was possible to carve out an adequate amount of time to enjoy a stay at the baths. Getting sweaty after cutting some wood in the forest offered the ideal opportunity to warm up and relax among a group of horny strangers sharing a Turkish bath afterwards. Even arriving 10 minutes before the official opening time, I was not the first man in the locker room. Going to the bar counter, I ordered my normal beer, followed by wandering over to the Internet terminal, seeing what sort of other bathhouses might exist in the region. Making some preliminary planning concerning motorcycle day trips when the weather finally turned warm. The whirlpool became my first destination after returning the empty beer glass, and doing a preparatory hit of poppers upstairs. Looking at the clock, the time was almost precisely 3pm, the technical opening time of the baths. Downstairs, I showered, spending extra time soaping my cock in the deserted space, enjoying how it stiffened a bit, unconcerned about anyone seeing me. After brushing the water off my bare skin, it was just a couple of strides to complete wetness of the hot tub. Going up the whirlpool steps, I saw a man in the rear left corner, legs spread, elbows resting on the top of the tiles. Being a Friday, this was perfectly unsurprising, and when entering the heated water, his looking at my crotch was discretely obvious, much like my looking at his was must have been. He was in the left diagonal corner of the jacuzzi's octagonal arrangement, making it easy to choose the left straight part of the bench. His right hand had entered the water as I sat next to him, much like my own right hand had begun to touch my swelling cock. The water was clear, giving each of us a fine view of sexy cock touching, enjoying the shared and growing horniness, our legs spreading and rubbing, our free hands running over the other's already naked body. Left hand stroking his thigh, our legs pressing, the touch of his fingers on my nipple made me gasp. My cock was jutting from my fist as my hand moved between his legs, sliding over his balls, beginning to touch the bushy root of his uncut cock as he slid down the bench a bit, ensuring my hand would continue its journey. After having looked so closely at his cock, similar in size and shape to my own, I let my gaze roam to his face. He had a rapt look - a mirror of my own state, that of a turned on slut. Bringing back memories of intense orgasms in the distant past, cumming simultaneously with a friend as we watched each other. An expression of a man whose mind has fully surrendered to the primal power of an erect cock. In circumstances designed to help such a thing happen among strangers. We were playing with each other in the currently still water, both of us stretching out, enjoying the public but empty hot tub in a manner which the baths have long specialized in. No words necessary to express desire or delight, both us of entranced by another man's talents, sharing a bit of purely physical male intimacy, indulging in the straightforward simplicity we obviously craved, two horny men indulging ourselves. At some point, a heavy set man entered the water, choosing the right side of the pool, after we both looked at him as he stood at the top of the whirlpool's entrance. Easily a decade younger than me, with black framed glasses, maybe the same age as the man I had been fondling. We continued to clearly stroke each other's cock in the clear water, both of us watching as his hand went between his legs, followed by us returning our concentration to more immediate concerns, confident that he was getting as turned on as we already were. A not exactly difficult assessment, and one that was confirmed when he moved closer, his right hand clearly fondling his already plainly half hard dick. He moved closer when the central fountain started to roil and splash, prompting the man I was jacking off to move up to the top level. I shifted position, putting my leg between the bench and my ass cheek, raising me up enough to avoid most of the flying spray. My hand remained on the other man's rigid cock, displaying it to anyone interested, fully aware that the other man had lost any restraint he may have had while he looked at how I was playing with it. Both of us were showing off, and both of us knew it. The man above us leaned back, his legs spread, cock jutting in my grasp, clearly demonstrating just how turned on he had become. And waiting for someone to take advantage of that fact. When the other man moved closer, I tilted the cock in his direction, an invitation that I knew the other man was no longer able to care about. I was delightfully motivated, no longer able to hide just how much I was enjoying playing with my cock while another man moved closer, his hand touching mine as it stroked a stranger's cock. The man with the glasses went down on the sitting man's cock, his mouth engulfing it, lips sliding down the shaft as the moans started. I couldn't stop from watching the cocksucking, fist pumping my cock, completely entranced, my left hand sliding up over the cock sucked man's nipple, my right foot sliding over the cocksucker's rigid rod. It didn't take long for the man getting sucked off to lose control, but to my surprise, the man doing the sucking did not swallow the cum, prompting me to leave with a measured haste, having no personal interest in cum in the water. And a bit unhappy, this being the first time I had ever seen such unnecessary messiness. Heading upstairs to do more rush and to check out the porn and cabins for anyone laying on the stomach, a seemingly clear signal of desire and intent, I saw that more than 20 minutes had already passed. Following a deep hit from the little brown bottle, I went directly into the porn theater. Sitting in the center of the middle, there was a man to my left, another man beneath me, and two men above, one in the right corner, the other laying flat on his stomach A twosome on the screen, the rush pumping through me, I started to stroke myself, looking at the other men. Jacking off to porn is enjoyable, but sharing the experience with others is fantastic. It didn't take long for my cock to rise as I opened my towel, just like all the other men. Turning my head to the left to get a better look at the horny cock stroker next to me, he gestured me to move closer, his finger motion an obvious invitation, matched by how he spread his leg out, making it easier for me to see his erect cock. I moved, retaining enough distance to keep watching the porn, which was showing some sexy rimming, making me harder. Temptation grew, making me let my hand touch the bottom of his foot. Hearing a low sigh, my hand began to explore, running along his sole and over his toes, then sliding upwards, lightly touching, feeling the quite soft hair on his skin. He shifted position, making more of himself available to my touch. After a moment of teasing, I began stroking his inner thigh, seeing how his cock grew as he pumped it. His moaning was perceptible, but not exactly public. The man beneath me had already moved over, and my attention turned to watching him stroke his now growing cock, as he stared at my exposed crotch. Spreading my legs wider, I draped my left leg over the right leg of the turned on stranger next to me. We were all hard, and the porn on the screen was hot, as the two men rimmed each other, both cocks erect, demonstrating just how good it felt to have a mouth pleasure your ass. Reaching my left hand up to the man on his stomach, I played with his thighs and balls, my hand coming closer to his cock in a measured fashion. Which was interrupted when a hand enclosed my cock, beginning to move up and down, pressing my hand out of the way. The moans were not only mine, as the man next to me rubbed his cock over my leg. Looking down, the sight of a mouth near my cock tempted me to enjoy a bit of uncovered cocksucking, but I was able to say 'condom first.' After putting on the condom, he just licked my cockhead a couple of times. It felt nice stretched over my shaft, the sheath creating a wonderful pressure over my cock head as I played with myself watching him go down on the man next to me. The porn scene had changed at some point, along with a new man standing in front me. I began to stroke his cock as his hands began to play with my nipples. The man next to me left, while the man beneath me shifted to the left, clearing a space for the new man to move closer. The new man stepped up onto the first broad level beneath me, blocking the screen. Which was fine as I watched him fist his rigid cock, an entrancing view. When his cock began to rub against my nipple, I couldn't stop from moaning, and pressing against him. His pre-cum was a perfect lubricant, as his thrusts matched my stroking. At some point, as the sensations and sounds increased, it was clear that he was going to cum on me, which just made me harder. As his orgasm started, the hot liquid jets against my skin were irresistible, making me orgasm in turn, cock quivering, the condom stretched tight over my cock head and shaft. Hot cum coated my cock as another man's cum splashed on my body, carried away by the reality of being a total cum slut, my cock jutting as his sexy orgasm spread itself over me. The condom turned out to be a good thing, since there had been no reason to be concerned about making a mess. I rubbed myself clean, then went downstairs to shower myself clean, knowing that another trip here was inevitable. Bathhouse Lures Ch. 03 Weekends, the local bathhouse opens at 2pm, and this Sunday, I was there at 2:15pm. My weekend had already been enhanced by Friday's visit here, spending an exquisite time in the whirlpool, ending with the incredible balance of excruciating pleasure and unstoppable desire as he played with my cock slit, a feeling beyond orgasm under the total domination of a knowing stranger's skilled touch. However, I ended up spending too much time watching a couple of gay porn scenes set in a sauna, enjoying a hit of rush in the porn theater while wondering if the next scene would involve group sex. Finally noting the time, I rushed to leave by 4:40pm, barely time to return home before 5pm, when my wife had planned to do some outdoor decoration and flower shopping. On Saturday morning, I enjoyed another part of the comfortable repetition of married life. First, enjoying some organic smoke in the early morning, doing a bit of writing and surfing. My wife has little interest in getting stoned, in major part because she finds the smell very unpleasant, but as long as I don't carry any scent, she doesn't care. She also tends to be disinterested in porn, though the occasional scene will really get her off - though she doesn't like to admit afterwards. Slipping naked into our bed around 7:30am, I layered the blankets so as to enjoy her warmth, stopping any complaints about cold drafts. Downstairs in front of the laptop at 6am can be cold in the spring, even while dressed and drinking cups of hot fluids. When she rolled over to play with my nipple, I could not stop from talking about how much I was a slave to the pure pleasure of my nipple being pleasured as I stroked myself. Something very commonly seen in gay porn, though only rarely in straight porn. As I got hornier under her touch, I began to moan and talk about how such gay sex was irresistible, both nipple play and rimming. 'Do you like looking at men?' she asked me, her flicking light touch becoming sexier as she moved closer. 'I like looking at sexy cock,' was my panted reply, knowing that I was too turned on not to keep talking, 'not men exactly.' 'But you've been hard watching men, haven't you? Touching yourself? Tell me.' 'Oh fuck yes, hot group sex- we did poppers - fuck - he touched - my nipple - men fucking - so hot.' 'Do you want to cum?' 'Fuck yes - make me cum so good' I said, lost in a familiar haze of sexual intoxication. Other questions followed, with distracted answers, unable to distinguish fantasy from memory. By the end, I was talking about cumming with a man, repeating 'cock to cock, cock to cock,' as my cum jetted, feeling it splatter against my skin, pumping myself as she kept sliding her finger over my erect nipple. Taking a day to recover, on Sunday afternoon, I was at the local baths around opening time. I drank my beer, went upstairs to do a first hit of poppers, then walked down the spiral steps to the basement, taking a quick shower before walking up the hot tub steps. The whirlpool was already occupied, with 3 men, two of whom seemed to know each other in a flirting sense. I sat next to the man on the left, not close, but still clearly picking my interest. He was likely in his later 30s, a bit heavy set, but also muscular. His response to my first fleeting foot contact, along with a bit of cock play, was pretty much his entire reaction during the entire time. Not that I cared - stroking myself in the whirlpool while getting another man hard is something I certainly enjoy, including the element of challenge. After all, one measure of sluttiness is by seeing just how turned on you can make other people. A measure that shows me in a pretty good light, at least here. Though he was a bit of a challenge in another way, as apart from his cock itself, he never really reacted to anything I did. But his cock's reaction was gratifying, as he went from hard to completely rigid. The masses of water from the central fountain became currents his cock were exposed to, my hand riding it through the waves. And then showing it off, as another man entered the water across from us. I had felt him almost cum several times, each time closer, ending with an exquisitely close dance along the edge of orgasm. As we slowly wound down, he not as hard in my wrapped hand, the attendant came down, said 'no sex' and left again. The other man had no reaction at all, but it seemed a good time to leave. I didn't feel any real guilt - he didn't cum, though I could certainly agree that he ha come very close, making it a reasonable call on the attendant's part. Keeping the whirlpool clean is in everyone's interest. And not too many visits ago, I had watched a man get sucked off, with the cocksucker not making any effort to swallow the pumping semen. Still, this was embarrassing in its fashion to me, being only the second time in my life being officially 'caught.' I knew about the camera, but any concern about being captured on it had disappeared long ago. It has been 3 decades since I was last 'caught' in such a fashion. That first time, it was a cop shining his flashlight into the front of the family car, where we were stretched out in the front, my hand was playing with my first girlfriend's braless breast, covered by a white cotton top. Nobody was technically exposed, and the cop didn't care anyways, except to say this parking area was closed at night. After waiting an interval for the attendant to return upstairs, I switched from the whirlpool to the steamroom. Still wondering at the utter lack of expression from the other man, whose right hand had moved to his 3/4 hard cock, head turned a bit to eye the other man's crotch. The steamroom's wet space is an undoubtedly approved area for men to have sex with other, especially in the darker areas. I sat, jacking, seeing a group form and change and grow as different men got each other off. A man sat next to me, and though we stroked each other for a while, the heat was higher than normal. He left before I did, the group still swirling in the middle, larger than any of its individual members. A group I had consciously remained separate, just enjoying the male action. Showering off, to cool down and get clean, took its time, as a couple of men came down the steps. I went upstairs, did a hit from the brown bottle, and to the darkroom, heart pounding, still remembering how good it felt to be rimmed in the dark. Today, it was still empty, unsurprisingly. Back in the steambath, it took no time to find a man that wanted to play with my cock. His fingers had trailed lightly against me while walking by, a subtle invitation which was easily accepted. I waited until he had about moved on before responding, my foot sliding over his. We turned, standing closer, our hands quickly finding the other man's rod. I did not want to get cock to cock today, something I knew somewhat avoid, having dealt once in the past year with the consequences of not being shaved. Keeping an angle meant that our cocks were being rubbed against slick skin, a delicious sensation. My position made it easy for him to start kissing my neck, sinking me deeper into pleasure, his cock becoming more forceful, making me need to resist him. Without stopping the game, of course. Sometimes, I would surrender to his stroking, sloppily kissing his neck as he turned me into a fuck toy, the tide then flowing in the other direction as he would sag against me as I jerked him off, right to the edge. As he recovered control, he began to move with a certain purpose. This motion essentially forced me gently into the corner, face turned to the wall. His hand played over my ass, making me turn a bit, a simple rejection of such games. He did not mind when my hand returned to his shaft, as his own stroking slowed into a lazily satisfied grip. He began to move his entire body, pressing me further against the wall, turning me on. At a certain point, I knew that he would cum all over me, the desired result of my jacking him. He kept thrusting powerfully along my sweaty body, pumping my cock, his other arm across my chest, holding me tightly as his juice flowed in hot spurts. As the waves of liquid orgasm passed, he began to slide against me, hand gripping my rigid length. It felt fantastically slutty to enjoy his semen on my body, grinding against each other, coating ourselves with the slippery stickiness. He left a bit before me. After showering off, I went upstairs and explored. Within the darkroom, there seemed to be two men. I listened, since the darkness was too deep for even indistinct outlines. Going quickly into the nearest cabin, I did a hit of rush, taking out a couple of condoms. Entering the darkness, I stretched out, placing my bag against the wood panel wall at near side of the platform. Even after moving around a bit, I never discovered the original pair that had attracted into the warm darkness. The platform is quite comfortable, and there is a certain attraction to being naked in the dark and horny, simply waiting for a stranger to appear. As I'd hoped, more men entered. The second one lingered, possibly sensing a presence before his hand roved along my leg, causing a small sigh to escape as my leg shifted, guiding him upwards. I was leaning, the left hand supporting me, the right hand reaching out to touch his upper body, quickly finding a nipple and making it erect. He moved onto the platform, close enough for me to trail my hand down to his cock. He moaned as I began to jack him off, his body moving closer in the darkness. His lips found my nipple before his hand did, making me desperate to feel him as I thrust my hips against him, revealing just how horny I was, my cock against his now lightly pressing weight. His weight continued to grow against me as I played with his cock, both of us turned on, an arm cradling my head as he kissed my neck. Still kissing, he began to press me down, and I let him. A sensation of surrender that made me hornier, giving in to a man's desires and his strength, having him in charge. Laying down in the dark, my cock rigid in his grasp, knowing that a stranger could happen upon us at any point, I felt his chest slide along my torso as his talented mouth approached my wanting cock. Surrendering like this had created a fantastic state of sluttiness, balanced only by fact that a condom was required if certain games were played. This is a point I've been doing my recent best not to compromise, with fair success, especially considering how seductive the pleasure of an uncovered cock in a willing cocksucker's mouth truly is. A fact that all too many cock sucking men understand too well, though when it comes to determining the top in this game, I remain fairly determined to prevail. Much like wearing a helmet while on a motorcycle - there is simply no attraction in taking preventable risks. But when he moved on top of me, our cocks touching, I knew that it would be easy to simply enjoy him doing whatever he wanted. He took his cock and pressed it between my legs. Downwards, as his stiffness began to slide against my balls, his arms at my side. We were tongue kissing as he began to move, my hard cock between our sweaty bodies. This was the closest I had ever allowed myself to get to being ass fucked, a hot cock so close. It was a thrill to move so close to one of my last fantasies, but very aware that several essential elements were completely missing. Something he seemed to recognize too, as we simply remained like this for a while, the very edge of his cockhead sliding delicately over the very top of my ass. I held his head to press my tongue deeply into his mouth, my motions reflecting his. Lifting his body, my hand on his sexy cock again, he shifted to my left side. Then he began to slide sensually against me, his weight nicely balanced. It was soon obvious that he was not going to stop until he came, which had been my goal anyways. His hand stopped moving along my shaft as his cock swelled noticeably, and I felt a hot wetness spread its magic between us. For the second time in less than an hour, I'd had a man cum on me. And I loved it. Getting my helmet, for his part, the attendant averted his eyes, neither of us exactly certain of how to act - after all, nobody actually came in the whirlpool, a reality that had nothing to do with his intervention. Which had caused a moment of official notice into something which is generally left undisturbed.