1 comments/ 11220 views/ 4 favorites Bathhouse Pictures By: glory_first Looking at the upper level's clock, 4:45pm was unexpected. I'd arrived several minutes before 3pm, then spent almost every minute of this bathhouse visit with the towel clad man going down the spiral staircase in front of me. A visit whose surprising length added to its satisfaction, particularly in light of finally taking pictures of myself with another man. I get off on pictures, and taking my first ones with a man had been a growing desire for months. I've practiced alone several times over the last several visits, taking pains to ensure that no one noticed any camera use. Such as when showering and soaping my cock hard, or jacking off in the video booths. I'd brought the camera today, having planned it to be early enough to take some more shots in the bottom level, particularly in the whirlpool. Several towels were already hanging downstairs, though I'd seen no one while quickly drinking my beer. Photography no longer a concern, I checked the whirlpool, seeing two men in it. Putting towel and bag on the middle lounger underneath the aquarium, I showered quickly. Stepping carefully into the warm water, sitting near the steps, not too distant from either. Even with widely drifting feet, little happened. It was not exactly an excuse that I kept shifting my ass and leg to find the least bubbling and splashing area of the bench's water jets. With the added attraction of allowing for more than a few discreet contacts. A new man entered the space. I looked at him directly as my right hand slid under the water, catching his attention. He watched my face as that hand encouraged a swelling cock, taking a step nearer as his hand undid his towel. He went up the stairs, making a brief sweep of his head while my gaze remained on him. My legs were open as I started stroking myself, looking at his crotch, feeling his attention turning towards me. Sitting easily next to me, using the railing to pivot himself deeper into the tub with minimal waves. He was around my age, and it took little time or effort to have him responding to my foot sliding over his calf. Rising along his thigh, his hand now stroking my inner thigh, making me shift position, to allow his exploring hand to take further advantage of me. My left hand was already massaging his half hard cock when he slid a finger along my willing length. The speed of our mutual arousal showing again just how easily two sluts can have fun with each other in a male only sauna. Fondling each other's sacks, we drew closer as currents played against our skin. Though the jetting water remained unpleasant when it occasionally splashed my face, such brief interruptions led to new positions. Discovering just how much he loved having his soft asshole fingered while stroking his erect length took little time. In turn, he discovered how completely I'm addicted to touching my erect length while someone plays with my nipple. We grew entwined, pressing, creating varieties of intimate male contact, our shared sluttiness somewhat veiled by the fountaining water. When the jets stilled, so did we, taking stock. Both men were still in their places, neither particularly aroused. However, we were, quickly resuming pleasuring each other. We'd stretched out, floating in the available space, moving together when the man across from us left the whirlpool. Neither of us could resist the temptation to get cock to cock. Something I've enjoyed before in the whirlpool, though generally not with other men around. The beer I'd finished just a few minutes before was adding to a growing wave of easy freedom, my left hand playing with his short cropped hair, delicately exploring his ear and neck. My right hand was guiding his stiff cock towards mine, his floating weight being easy to shift. His left hand had found its way beneath my bush, making me sigh as he began to touch my asshole. And to spread my legs wider, my moaning loud and low, turning a bit on the bench, giving him easier access to finger me. With the benefit of bringing my cock closer to his, our cockheads touching a fulfillment of mutual desire. His mouth was on my neck as his moans rose with mine. I'd watched the entire time, the sight of my hardness against another man's in a public whirlpool adding to my excitement at feeling it happen. The baths are a fantastic playground for such games played with strangers. The clear water offered a barely rippling view of our cocks. We alternated stroking, cocks touching, both of us totally lost in the pleasure of another man's aroused rod. After the second or third attempt, hand sliding over and then down his ass cheeks, he was positioned close enough for my left hand to glide along his soft ring, the other hand keeping my cockhead sliding over his. He already had a finger playing with my ass, both of us approaching the unstoppable boundary of cumming, face to face, cock to cock, asses being fingered. The central fountain started to burble, about the same time another man entered the pool. Only becoming noticeable after he stumbled over my partner's legs. Both interruptions easily combined into a natural break, him rising first. He went to the cubbyholes along the steambath wall, wrapping a towel over himself while I went into the shower. The time was already 3:30pm, meaning we must have spent at least 20 minutes together in the tub, even if it wasn't really possible at the time to measure how long we caressed and fondled each other in the water. Good sex tends to involve a timeless aspect, as the now expands into an overwhelming presence, overshadowing any attempt to remain aware of an external framework. After several bobbled responses between the showers and dry spaces and step, I went upstairs, knowing he was following me. Turning towards the video section at the top of the steps, thoughts turning in the direction of wondering if any good porn was playing. And discovering that it didn't matter. Without bothering to see what was playing on its screen before entering, I eagerly spread out my towel and various supplies just before he stepped into the booth. He quickly removed his towel, the door open, both of us naked and horny. I sat on the platform, my legs spreading wider, my eyes taking in the sight of his swelling cock. Playing with my cock, the thought of someone coming by and seeing, or even joining us, added a certain thrill. One quickly subsumed as he closed the door, sitting next to me, his finger quickly finding my wanting nipple. Moaning, looking at his cock, my finger returned to the sexy softness of his ass as we sat on the platform. It took little time for us to return to our previous level of horniness, stiff cocks leading us on. Time melted as we returned to caressing and fondling each other. I realized that this was an opportunity to finally take pictures of myself having sex with another man. He was definitely horny, both of us having already enjoyed pressing our cocks together. Turning face to face, stroking each other's cock, my left hand slid the camera out of the black bag, resting it between the condoms and the poppers bottle. Telling him about the camera was less than easy, having been turned down the very first time I'd asked a stranger. Lacking any response from him, I began to explain he could take the pictures, to make sure they were private by his own standards. His only response was a half smile as he kept stroking me, moving his cock closer to mine. We were deliciously cock to cock before I could even raise the camera. As he pressed our cocks together, the kinkiness of taking pictures of gay sex was almost overwhelming. By the second or third time the flash went off, it was almost impossible not to cum each time the button was pressed, feeling and seeing my hard cock against a horny stranger's. After taking a number of pictures (most of poor quality at best), he was no longer so hard. Putting the camera down, I picked up a condom. It was simple to open, its touch making him gasp as my lips followed the unrolling latex down his lengthening shaft. I indulged my cock sucking desires, ones that no man has actually resisted till now, dozens of strangers growing hard and sexy in my mouth. Turned on, moaning as my mouth went deeper, I sucked harder as he stiffened. His hands slid over my head before sliding upwards, where I could see him start to tweak his nipples, eyes closed, his expression entranced. Finding strangers who become total sluts when given the chance is a long running reality of the baths, an irresistible one for all concerned. He was laying on the platform, legs spread. I'd turned sideways on my feet and knees, head moving up and down, my left hand at the base of his cock. Varying the sensations of teeth, tongue, and lips, letting fingers play with his balls before they slid down to start teasing his sexy ass. My mouth was filled with cock, both of us loving the sensations of cocksucking. Hearing him sigh in submission as my finger began to go into his yielding hole, my mouth taking most his length, the sound of sloppy suction becoming unavoidable as my lips floated over the accumulated saliva running down the latex. Putting his feet flat, he lifted himself up, making it much easier for me to suck and finger him. This went on for a while, until I needed to shift my weight off now stiff knees and compressed toes. Leading to the discovery of a new cocksucking position. Essentially, bowing before his erect cock, my finger beginning to slide deeper. At which point, he carefully put one leg over my shoulder. This made his cock easier to suck, and he clearly loved getting fingered more deeply. It took little effort to naturally shift ourselves so that his other leg could rest on my other shoulder. Now, his offered cock filled my moving mouth, excess saliva wettening his balls and asshole. He began to talk as I went down on and finger fucked him, saying things like wonderful, lovely, and beautiful in a sexy tone, revealing just how turned on he was. Though my body was physically in the position of a servant, in front of its master, he was the helplessly subservient one, pumping himself into my mouth. I discovered what he desired most from a cock sucker when getting fingered, concentrating on that for a bit, feeling his ass move in time with my sucking. He came at some point, my fingering and sucking continuing until he completely lowered himself back to the platform, moving his legs off my body. Spinning and extending to slowly sit up, my back resting against the cool wall, I stretched my left leg out straight, right leg bent a bit, the knee supported by the other wall, with an angled screen in front of me. I began to stroke myself while he dealt with the filled condom, my cock quickly returning to its full length. His finger began to play with a nipple as he moved near me again. Leading me to find the camera, something that grew to a major distraction as the sensations from my breast became overwhelming. Almost making me give up, knowing that my fantasy of making cock to cock pictures had already been fulfilled. Yet, a small part of my mind noted that the picture quality was completely unknown, additional pictures providing more assurance that a couple might be of good enough quality. It had not seemed that long, meaning that a few pictures would not be such a distraction each time the flash went off. However, focussing on holding the camera became very difficult, as his finger's stroking entranced me. Leading to a number of disconnected attempts to point the lens correctly. I was thankfully being turned into his slut, his skill making me crave more. Especially after taking a few more daring shots of myself having sex with a man. Joining a certain club, with members like my wife's father's second wife. Whose pictures of fucking and sucking two men I've cum to more than once. Along with posting them to a public web site - the two men clearly comfortable sharing a woman while her husband took hardcore pics. Photos I know my wife has seen, though the one time she talked about them when playing with her vibrator, after drinking a couple of glasses of red wine, she called them dirty and perverse. And after cumming, saying they had been deleted. Which wasn't quite the case, as it turns out. I really like amateur work, especially when the people in the pictures are horny. Amateur has multiple meanings, including a lack of concentration. The previous shots couldn't be that good, but they were all I could manage. Lowering the camera behind his back, my now free hand quickly found the poppers. His hand had joined mine along my stiff shaft, freeing me to use both hands to do a hit of Rush. Waiting until his finger began touching my quivering ass ring to open the brown bottle. Pressing a nostril closed as the smell gathered, taking a deep hit, lungs filling. Remaining able to close the bottle tightly while feeling the sexual wave start its rise. Losing awareness of what was held in my opening hand, my body sinking into the pleasure between my legs. Literally with bated breath, sensation expanding unstoppably as his finger began to enter my hole. My squeezing and relaxing asshole, his hand on my cock, finally breathing out. "Oh fuck yeah .. love .. I love .. man sex .. yeah .. pictures,' tumbled into the cabin. His words followed, talking about my cock, how it felt and looked, his finger pressing and slowly entering my hole, knowing what a slut like myself wants. Slumping unstoppably, making him finger fuck me deeper, I replaced his hand on my cock. Followed by feeling him start to stroke a nipple again. Time stretched, each stroke and motion liquid, precum spreading over my cock. Trying to change my focus, taking up the camera again seemed like a good distraction. Quickly, this grew into an urge to take more pictures, braking the temptation of orgasm for now. Though not changing just how turned on I was, or the fact that he kept finger fucking me. Barely able to find and raise the camera, trying to point it to capture more of the abandoned sex I was having with a man was challenging. The rush's now fading strength helped in keeping each flash from making me cum, feeling so completely exposed, making pictures like this with a stranger. A fantasy fulfilled, one I hadn't even conceived of when 20. Much less the reality of being able to share them digitally later. Utterly loving what a stranger was doing to me, surrendering just like he had when I'd been going down on him, legs over my shoulders, finger penetrating his willing ass. The porn on the screen involved rimming and a hard cock - at least the bit I noticed, before my eyes closed, legs wide to let him go deeper. My hand sank down, feeling the bottle on the platform. However, instead of picking up the camera, I begin to stroke his back and ass. His finger slowly withdrew, his hand returning to my shaft, murmuring how sexy my cock was. This time, I was able to handle the camera adequately enough, concentrating on capturing what he was doing to me, my first pictures of having a man jacking my cock. I kept moving the camera, even taking a shot from above. Letting my left arm sink, camera still on, his finger returned to my hole. The sensations were delightful, and on my second attempt, I could at least raise the camera high enough, pointed more or less properly to take more pictures. Including trying to show just how hard being finger fucked by a stranger made me. Done with photography, I switched the camera for the little brown bottle. Doing a second deep hit, his finger responding perfectly to the squeezing waves of my hole. Dirty words arose in time to the now full motion stroking, showing off my cock as he leaned close. Hearing him say things like "hot cock," "beautiful," and "sexy man." "Ass slut fucker .. I love it .. sex with men .. cock sex .. sucking .. turned on by cock" was the start of a stream. Soon enough, the stream died in the heat of the sensations. Holding my cock at its root, ass moving in time with his fingering as words turned to moans, with "fuck yeah" and other simple expressions letting him know how completely turned on I'd become. The rush was ebbing, but not my horniness. He knew it, just like I'd known how to get him off. My half-hearted attempt to stay away from orgasm melted as he finger fucked me, his tongue sliding along my ear lobe before hearing him whisper "cum for me .. beautiful cock .. pump it." Knowing he had brought me over the edge, my ring pressing hard against his finger, I gave in. 'Finger me .. so good .. kinky cock pictures .. fucker .. oh yeah .. make me cum .. I love it .. with men ...." At some point, the words turned into grunts, then groans, orgasm filling my balls, uncaring about anything except hot cum pumping up my shaft, his finger deep inside, at the very center of my ecstasy. The jets of semen splattered, the first loudly hitting the naked platform, the next couple my naked leg, the liquid heat spurring me on, along with hearing him say "cum for me .. lovely .. cock lover." Coming out of the wonderful haze of orgasm, I looked down, seeing just how much cum had splattered, an amount that matched just how good it had felt. I saw his satisfied smile after his finger left my ass, both of us content. "Good?" he asked, giving me a couple of paper towels to clean up with. "Spectacular" was my reply, lips parted, voice breathless. He moved closer, his hand reaching out, to slide over my head. His nipple near, I leaned closer, beginning to lick it. My tongue began to explore his neck as I rose off the platform, and we soon began to kiss. A kiss that deepened and expanded, our tongues and lips playing. Our arms entwined, hands rising over the other's head. I have kissed a number of men over the years, with exceptional delight. It is one of the most addictive things two people can share, requiring opportunity and luck for it to occur. But till now, always before or during sex, never afterwards like this. Kissing can become timeless, but as sweat began to drip off me, I couldn't avoid recognizing how warm the small space had grown. He was still understandably eager, however, I'd reached the point of leaving. Reluctantly perhaps, as we kept teasing each with continued kissing. Finally, we left, having spent more than an hour and a half together, almost all of that time involving male sex. As a note, though most of the pictures weren't that good, the time stamps provided a chance to see how time passed, even if bore little relation to my memory. Certainly, the idea that I went down on a man's cock for a half hour was a surprise. Intriguingly, the fulfillment of one fantasy leads to further ones, such as having a man take pictures of me while stroking our cocks together or sucking him off. Bathhouse Pictures Ch. 02 The third time may or may not be charmed, but it took three bathhouse visits before another chance arose to make further hard core pictures of sex with another man. Admittedly, the visit's first hour was without highlights, nothing much happening in the steam room, where at least 8 men were. Upstairs, there was some good porn playing, prompting me to enjoy a hit from my little brown bottle, but the theater space remained empty. The same applied to the whirlpool after going downstairs again. Returning upstairs to the theater space, several men were around, without any sexual contact. Holding my towel and bag outside a porn booth, I finally had to push past a man without interest in either entering or in myself, to be able to start watching the porn on the platform. Subsequently, without anyone strolling by. Leaving the booth, thinking about how today resembled those rare occasions where simply nothing sparks, seeing the clock at 4pm was more than vaguely depressing. I am fully aware of just how much luck is involved in being able to enjoy such a wonderful bathhouse, a fact that only seems to increase the occasional disappointment. Returning to the booth after another interval downstairs, being alone made it simple to set up. Getting mildly turned on by the porn, several men walked by as I played with a slowly growing cock. Finally, one stopped, just out of sight. He likely could see me stroking a now fairly hard cock, looking in the mirror across from the platform. Wondering what it showed, I watched myself, getting stiffer, knowing that another man was seeing, though obscured from me. And spreading my legs, to provide a good view of my rod. Shifting position gradually, it became clear that he was at least potentially interested in entering, hand rubbing the front of his wrapped towel. Finally he entered the booth, reaching for my stiff cock, causing a moan to rise. I responded by stroking his lower thigh a bit before letting my hand rise to his cock. Wearing nothing but a towel is surprising sexy - such direct access to a man's cock, so easily deniable while growing irresistibly turned on. "Should I close the door?" he asked, a bit breathlessly, rubbing my cock gently as I licked his nipple, playing with his large and growing cock underneath his towel. He was on one knee, starting to slump a bit, both of us growing hornier while being touched by a skilled stranger, the direct prelude to the sexual pleasure we knew would happen. His aroused cock was thick, making me think that a condom would not be practical. Leading to the dirty thought of going down on him anyways, though not to the point of having him cum - that is a line which a simple stranger is not going to cross, regardless of temptation. Mind hazed with horniness, I pulled back a bit from his slickly wet nipple, my response to his inquiry a fairly blank "doesn't matter to me." Having sex with other men in public or private is perfectly fine with me, with either just one man, or four or five at the same time. He twisted a bit, reaching back to close the door, taking off his towel as he straightened, my hand guiding him closer. Moving over, I took out the poppers bottle and condoms, leaving the camera inside the bag. The video playing on the screen in the corner was of a man with a hard cock getting rimmed, knees spread next to the head of the man doing it, kneeling down to suck the rimmer's rigid length. We were soon laying together, both of his shoulders against the wall, myself turned slightly, supported partially on my left arm. We started playing with our cocks, side by side, the porn only occasionally drawing a bit of my attention, before becoming completely entranced jacking off watching another man's sexy cock. Bringing back memories of some of my most intense early orgasms, reading porn mags with a friend, starting to jack off, watching him cum as he watched me, all pretense lost. Now, naked and with porn available, the spell of cock was taking over, just like it did then, during my first shared orgasms. Those first experiences of cumming with another person had matured over the years, without losing their influence on my desires. Glancing at his face, his gaze was on my cock stroking, just as mine had been on his. Playing with myself while watching him stroke, slowing down after another peak, it seemed a good opportunity to get the little brown bottle. Pausing, saying 'poppers' a couple of times, then offering them in his direction. His eyes remained closed, as he provided no reaction at all. I unscrewed the cap, took a long hit, closing and putting away the bottle promptly. A pure feeling of lust expanded my shaft, openly looking at another turned on man, knowing just how good it felt. A hand returned to my cock, sensations focusing on how perfect it felt to be jacking off with another man, porn playing. Gay porn in this case, but hard cocks turn me on, especially mine is as hard as theirs. Porn has always been an abiding interest of mine, starting with those not quite hardcore late 70s magazines. And just like then, the sexiness of another man's cock centered my attention, the awareness of porn playing fading under the reality of seeing another man play with his stiff length, horny as I. Finally breathing out, careful to keep my hand from moving too quickly underneath my cockhead, my mouth started to say things like "fuck yeah .. cock sex .. hot cock .. sexy cock." He was thicker, and erect, his cock was roughly the same length as mine. His eyes opened again, taking in just how I was stroking myself, watching my dick. Making him pump faster, causing me to do the same, soon approaching the edge of orgasm. Both of us were able to resist immediate desire, a difference from my first times. Long experience has proved that orgasm is better after delaying its first all too tempting appearance from taking over. This lesson also applies to poppers, at least when riding that first hit past its delightful peak. A skill acquired decades ago, together with my first girlfriend, one of a couple of women I've known that enjoyed sex with poppers as much as any man. The raw animal power of poppers is overwhelming when turned on, grinding together and talking dirty. Still laying down, I needed to get up to position myself between his legs. Holding his shaft, it was simple to place it against mine, starting to press against him, my other hand playing with a hard nipple. Soon matching my humping rhythm, his hand replaced mine, causing me to almost orgasm at the sensations of his cockhead against mine, his touch beyond my control, struggling to keep from giving in so soon. Pre-cum had started to make the stroking far too tempting, and it was obvious that the man under me was even closer to cumming, as my hand replaced his, pressing our jutting rods together. A fantastic sight, emboldening me to mention having a camera, pumping my fist along our shafts over his hand, looking at our sexy lengths. Again, a complete lack of response, making me gaze directly at his face, asking if he would take pictures of me going down on him. Adding that this would be my first time, knowing that my words were almost moans, a wave of pure horniness cresting as I said it. Moving off, I knelt between his spread knees, taking the camera out of the bag. Lifting it in my left hand after turning it on, he shifted. Transferring the camera, my now free hand went to his cock. He took a moment to find the right button for taking pictures, making me direct his finger to the right after glancing at what was happening. A simple interruption, but he was not as hard as just a moment before. The first picture he took has my fisted cock centered, but the flash whited much of the detail out of my fingers touching his dick. The next picture was better, capturing the start of my first naked blow job. The smell was dryly musky and fantastically sexual. Much as I remembered from years past, when gloryholes were the usual place for me to get off. A setting where temptation was much easier to contain within a defined framework. However, today, knowing that remaining cautious was unnecessary, a decision that just seemed to flow, the flash of the camera adding to the sense of freedom. Letting my tongue lightly glide along his dry skin, enjoying a too rare treat, getting ready to let my mouth fully experience the reality of cock for the first time. I couldn't stop jacking myself, the combination of flooding sensations bringing me to a last limit, completely turned on and just enough in control not to cum. Experiencing the same lust as when going down on a woman at the peak of her natural cycle, without any lubricant or latex involved. Soon, unable to stop from licking his cock, its scent was replaced by taste, my tongue and lips spreading slipperiness over his stretched skin. This time, showing a reaction to what I was doing, his arm slowly sank as my tongue and lips grew closer to his cockhead, the camera rolling off his settled hand onto the platform. Clearly enthralled having his cock explored by a stranger's mouth, I was fully aware of what he was enjoying. Along with knowing by this point, both of us were beyond any ability to use a condom, much less thinking about one. Letting myself enjoy what a natural cock sucker desires, accepting the full pleasure after all these years. The taste of cock remained irresistible, leading me to coat his length in saliva, my mouth bathing his length. Followed by getting on top of him again, bringing our shafts together, pressing his slippery skin against mine, intimately arousing. Soon, I couldn't resist moving my hand back and forth over our merged cocks, kissing him on his lips as he grew harder again. Our cockheads seemed to merge, as his own thrusting brought me to the very edge of cumming. Pushing more forcefully, my cock pressing along his length, I rose off my hands, balancing on my knees. His hand replaced mine, increasing the delight of feeling my length sliding his licked dick. Sitting straight, taking another hit of rush as his hand tightened its grip, it became impossible to stop thrusting harder as I breathed out, cock to cock with a horny stranger. Sometimes, sex with a man is all about 'fucking' - which is distinct from any particular style or place. Taking pleasure without concern for the person being fucked being a part, along with the awareness that your partner wants nothing more than being fucked. Unsurprisingly, we almost reached the pinnacle, remaining restrained, recognizing mutual skill in finding irresistible pleasure right at the edge of orgasm. Tweaking his nipples, my pulsing cock sliding over his, the slow increase in friction was the best sign that it was time to go down on him again. Taking up the abandoned camera, I became the photographer after that few minutes pause, taking pictures from another perspective. Quantity did not really make up for quality, though a couple of shots were acceptable to put on the web. Digital makes things easier, compared to film or video tape - particularly for reviewing and sharing. The indescribably erotic smell of bare cock while taking pictures of my licking between a man's legs was an immense turn on, pushing me right to the beckoning boundary of becoming a pure cocksucking slut. Or at least closer to the reality. Nothing extreme, exactly, cum remaining uninteresting even when this turned on. A good thing, considering how completely I'd abandoned caution, taking pictures of myself having sex with a naked stranger at the baths. Letting the camera down, doing another deep hit from the little brown bottle, I used the camera a couple of more times, holding my breath as long as possible. Breathing out, beginning to babble, playing with myself, saying things like I shouldn't, sexy cock, can't stop, fuck yes. Always getting closer, being seduced by the reality that here and now, his sexy cock was mine. He took up the camera as my fingers positioned his rod, not quite as hard as before. Smelling it, fisting myself, he held the camera, taking pictures as I tasted a cock for the first time. Experiencing the reality of a man's bare cockhead sliding past my lips was intensely sexual, in a way previously unimaginable. My mouth surrounding another man's sexual center was overwhelming, even more riveting than the first time my own cock was sucked when I was 18. Leading me to cum almost instantly, spurting uncontrollably, lost in a first timer's total concentration at experiencing the reality of a man's cock. Knowing why so many men at the bathhouse are eager to go down on strangers, while also knowing I had taken a small step in a direction that continued to beckon irresistibly.