2 comments/ 23182 views/ 8 favorites Bathhouse Porn By: glory_first This Tuesday, arriving on a brightly blue winter day a few minutes after opening, the bathhouse felt empty as I paid, undressed, and drank my beer at the Internet PC. Surfing through a few preferred porn sites, then finding some Czech bathhouse porn by the guy that also does the Swingersakce series. Of course my hand slipped down to my towel covered cock, unconcerned about anyone noticing. A bathhouse is a comfortable place to indulge in all sorts of male pleasures, reflected in the fact that the PC already had a row of links to a number of explicitly gay sex sites. A couple of which I have been reading since first discovering just how good anonymous sex with other men is, back in my gloryhole and porn theater days. These days, my attention is fully oriented towards the baths, reinforced, oddly enough, by sauna visits with my wife. Getting naked with others is a real turn-on, even if sex is not to be expected. An indulgence my wife has no problem with, walking around naked as I watch. Leading to occasional surprises, such as her cumming in public, the pool's water jet perfectly positioned to get her off. Spreading her legs while holding off of the pool's stainless steel edge, knees level with it- Unable to stop herself from orgasming, naked, in a public place outdoors. As customary, today I went downstairs first, taking a quick shower before entering the nicely heated water. The next couple of minutes were spent floating, eyes closed, relaxing, in the right rear section, legs spread. At some point, another man entered the water, sitting in the section next to mine, directly across from the steps into the whirlpool. I had looked at his cock as he entered, meeting his gaze as he looked at mine in the no longer still water. It took little time for my left foot to slide over his, soon rising underneath his leg, making him hold his breath in anticipation as my toes moved along his inner thigh. My right thigh felt his as he shifted closer to me, his hand pulling me against his leg, before it began to explore between my legs. My foot was rubbing against his sack and hardening cock when his fingers reached my shaft, just as my right fingers began to glide over his nipple. Both of us were moaning, two bathhouse sluts luxuriating in mutual recognition, turned on and well aware that this was just the beginning of the afternoon. A wonderful fulfillment of what has made the baths an institution for thousands of years, where naked men can indulge themselves without sexual restraint, among other men sharing the same desires. Like we were, as he pulled my leg over his, my outer thigh now rubbing against his stiff cock, as his hand began to slide along my hardening shaft, his other hand fondling my chest, before concentrating on my nipple. Men are generally predictable, as any repeat bathhouse visitor knows, spending their time among others who know that truth intimately. My hand soon found his shaft. It was easy to guide him into facing me, his held cock exposed in the water. Both of his hands were on my sensitive nipples as I brought our cocks together, moaning, completely turned on as our cock heads met. A man who has never felt another man's hard horny cock against his own is not able to imagine just how fantastic it is, as addictively sexual as any woman's pussy. And so much more easily found. We were cock to cock when he began to tongue my ear, his fingers still playing with my nipples. He let his spread legs float, focusing his balance along our joined shafts, my left hand beginning to roam along his ass cheeks as my mouth found his neck. My finger began to press against his pulsing asshole, then his teeth began to nip along my neck. Such intensity, when not restrained, is not quite appropriate in a hot tub. He changed position, lifting my almost weightless body up by my cock, then turning me around, as if to position my ass to be fucked. Since I had no interest in such, it was easy to distract him from that goal. We continued to play for several more minutes, until the central fountain started, and I left the water. At the showers, unable to resist from soaping my cock, I leaned against the curved wall, jacking off, soapy fingers caressing my ass and balls. No one was around, making it so much easier to just give in to the sensations. Going upstairs, after checking the cabins and darkrooms, I did a hit from my little brown bottle. Breathing out at the top of the spiral staircase, I went downstairs to the steamroom, noting several towels as I entered, hand already pressing against the base of my bushy cock. Walking naked, like the others, in the humid dimness. I didn't wait for my eyes to adjust when moving towards the back, intent on finding someone to play with. It took little time to get involved in the steam, focusing on a couple - or threesome - in the back, several other men hovering around, a couple touching my body as they moved. Cock in hand, I moved to get a better view, enjoying the sights and sounds of male sex, separated from the other observers. Looking carefully, my eyes adapting to the steamy shadows, I decided that it was just a twosome getting off - though not being sucked off by a kneeling man, they were cock to cock and kissing with total lust. I turned and sat. Still watching the pair, another man approached, his hand reaching out to find my stiff rod. Again, it took little time to determine we were both experienced bathhouse sluts, his hands touching my nipples as I played with his stiff cock. A half hour had already passed, and again, my cock was enjoying another opportunity to indulge itself with a willing stranger. Fisting myself when his hand curled over my head, he pulled me to his left nipple, my mouth already opened. The other couple had left, leaving us seemingly alone in the back. He had stood in front of me as we both jacked off, making it natural for my mouth to begin enjoying his nipple, sucking it. His moaning and hip rolling revealed just how much he was getting off. As was I, pleasuring a nipple as I pleasured myself, my teeth lightly keeping the tip in place as my tongue bathed it. A falling drip of wetness spread a fantastic slipperiness over my cockhead. Likely it was pre-cum, as his cock remained hard, its rhythm unchanged. Of course, I was by now unable to stop the magic, again sinking into the sexual delight of male fluids. Not only women have an irresistible lubrication, something realized by any repeat bathhouse visitor. The sensation overwhelmed all concerns about whose pre-cum it was, the lubrication utterly irresistible, palm gliding over my cockhead. Sweat too plays its role, and by now, we were both wet with it, as the steam enveloped us. My mouth had shifted to his other nipple. I held my cock just at the edge of orgasm, quivering, wanting to experience more of his body. When the words "lick my armpit" entered my awareness, a hand pulled my head upwards as his other hand found my stiff length. Moving both my hands to his chest, I was helpless with desire. His hand's position underneath my cockhead becoming a mirror of my customary grip, as the other side of his hand pulled upwards against my flared ridge. My wet tongue was already out as he positioned himself lower, finding his armpit easily, enjoying something that I'd only experienced before with women. His hand's motion on my cock was a reliable measure of just how turned on my licking was making him. My mouth's own sloppy sluttiness kept him on the edge of cumming. His own stroking had also brought me to the edge, leading me to change my focus to his other armpit. Taking time to run my tongue over his sweaty chest, teasing, then licking and nibbling each nipple. He began to slide fingers over each of my own sensitive nipples, one hand starting to stroke my perfectly lubed cock, the other stroking his rod while my tongue slathered his armpit. Finally, we slowed and separated, the heat being too much. We both left, and I went upstairs. The porn playing in a booth was interesting - three topless men, one wearing speedos and hard, the other two fondling and kissing. I went in, spread out my towel, took out the poppers and condoms, reclined, and started stroking my growing cock. The porn was hot, all three kissing, fondling, stroking, slowly getting naked, cocks touching. I'd left the door open, and as the action on the screen made me hard, a man stood at the entrance. He leaned in, a hand trailing up my thigh to my cock, looking around the dimness. I pressed my palm between his towel covered thigh, feeling his half hard cock. He moved further into the booth, the door left open as we began to play with each other. Watching hot gay porn with another man is an additional bathhouse attraction, especially when poppers were at hand. He had been playing with my exposed cock for a while, a favor I'd not really been able to return. His towel was wrapped tightly - so much so that my hand was unable to reach his cock, neither through the slit or going up his thigh. He had become hard, my rubbing certainly having played a role. He stepped in, closing the door, taking off his towel, bending down as my hand grasped his free cock. He spread his towel at the end of the platform, leaving me a clear view of the group porn, then picked up the poppers bottle. On his knees, my hand motionless on his cock, he unscrewed the cap and began to breathe in and out several times, looking at me. He reached the bottle out, but I shook my head. After he sealed the bottle, my hand began to jack him off. Lowering himself, his hand grabbed my cock, words pouring from his mouth - "Like it - man porn - for cock lovers." "Yeah, it's hot .. makes me horny .. hard wet cocks .. sexy cocks suckers." His head was sinking towards my cock, forcing me to stop him, saying "condom first." He pulled back, and as I dealt with putting on a condom, he picked up the little brown bottle and did another hit. The men on the screen were now cock to cock, fondling each other's chests, with words coming from the naked stranger next to me - "hard porn - suck your big cock - porn sex lover." His lips engulfed my covered cock while I stared at the luscious cocks touching each other on the screen, sinking into sexual paradise. Gay porn can't fake how horny the people in it are, as a turned on man can't hide his horniness. Facts that make the bathhouse such a wonderful place to spend time with like minded strangers. Murmuring "slow, take me slow" as I watched the porn, he adjusted a bit, letting me ride the first wave of pleasure without cumming.The combination of gay porn and getting sucked was heavenly, and irresistible. He went deeper along my shaft, his tongue swirling. No longer able to resist the combination of porn and blow job, I reached for the bottle. Taking a deep hit, holding my breath as long as possible, feeling the sexual magic starting to infuse itself throughout my being. My cock stretching into a continuous rod of pleasure in his mouth. This effect of poppers is utterly dominating, the one I am most addicted to. From the first time I experienced its effects with my first girlfriend. Almost, it was possible to keep from cumming. But as he continued to deep throat me, group sex video playing, the sensations became too seductive, as I knew they would. Words followed my breathing out. 'Oh fuck yeah .. mouth fucker .. hot cocks .. mouth fucking' filled my mouth, along with saying how much I love getting off with men. With a condom, there was no reason to care about cumming in a willing partner's mouth, though in my experience, every single male cock sucker swallows. I was thrusting in rhythm to his mouth's movements, grunting, looking at cock play, orgasming, feeling each spurt pass his lips before flooding my cockhead with cum. I kept pumping as hot semen ran along my balls, the condom stretched along my rigid length as he sucked, keeping me hard even after the spurting pulses ended. The next couple of minutes were luxurious, as he kept my cock in his mouth. Finally, he shifted, grinned, gathered up his towel, and left me, asking a final question - "Satisfied?" "Very." Bathhouse Porn Rush Late winter and early spring are for woodcutting in this region. All the cutting work I do is with a bow saw - I never use a chainsaw. However, lifting and carrying the 6 foot long pieces of 5 decade old red oak and acacia takes a serious toll on my back. Being roughly the same age as the wood, this is essentially unavoidable. However, a good bathhouse is also a good sauna, with all of its customary health benefits. So I arrived right around opening, preparing to enjoy repeating rounds of the dim steambath, the octagonal whirlpool, the Finnish sauna, and showering in the hot water. I drank my customary beer while several men arrived, but upstairs, the booths and porn room were empty. I did a quick poppers hit in the empty porn room, getting turned on at the idea that all the men were already downstairs, and thus readily available for mutual games. But this Thursday seemed to have a very different mood, much more distant. Three men were in the Finnish sauna, but after taking a long hot shower, I found the whirlpool empty. I sat there for maybe 5 minutes. After having decided to leave the cooler than expected water, a heavier man with black rimmed glasses glanced at me. He was the same man that had sucked off a man I had gotten hard in the whirlpool a couple of visits ago. He made the man cum, as my left hand stroked his cock using the same rhythm as my right hand on my own rod, seeing it all happen so close, not exactly a common event for me, even after all my visits. He quickly ducked away, my hope being that he had gone to shower, but soon, it seemed clear he wasn't planning to share the hot tub with me now. When the central fountain began to seethe, I exited the water. I took another hot shower, went back upstairs, did another hit of rush, before deciding to spend some time in the Turkish bath. And just like the first time, upstairs was deserted, the porn uninteresting. I tend to be a big fan of gay group porn - threesomes or moresomes are always as hot to watch as they to be a part of. The hard cocks being the easy giveaway and not so secret invitation to join in. The steam room was not empty, and after adjusting to the conditions a bit, I decided to go to the back. There, things went quickly in the dark, a man walking by out of the darkness, pausing right next to me, our hands quickly finding each other's cocks, bodies inevitably moving closer as we began to enjoy a stranger's touch. He shifted position, turning his ass to have it slide against my cock, a not exactly subtle but very welcome invitation for a bit of anal play. It took no time to cover my cock, and I began to guide his ass against my cockhead. As we found the right angle for my cock to push past his very tight hole, he moaned, getting louder when my hand began to fondle his balls, using his sack to lever his erect cock. He said 'condom,' and my first response was just grinding against him so good, making him groan in pure pleasure as my covered cockhead slid past his pulsing anal ring. After fucking like this for several moments, he pulled away a bit, and I felt his hand place a condom at the tip of my cock. Telling him I'd already put on a condom, he stopped and checked. His hand left my cock, allowing me to return to sliding my cock into his hole so good, my cock soon starting to go past his incredibly tight ring. He stopped moving, saying 'lube' as he turned, his teeth seemingly opening a package, its contents going over his hand, ass, and my sheathed cock. He began to press himself against me, his yielding asshole easily being penetrated again. A third man tried to get involved, but his nipple play was far too pinching for me, with my own attention was now thoroughly locked on the man whose tight ass I was filling. Getting the hint, the new man moved, beginning to play with the nipples of the man I was lightly ass fucking, so close to cumming that any distraction was welcome. Even the change in my partner's motions when the other stranger began to suck his cock. The sandwiched man, obviously enjoyed our efforts, reached down to play with the jutting cock of the man tweaking his nipples. My cockhead had been moving in and out for a while, always on the verge of cumming. My partner's reaction was enticing, similar to his response when it was me pumping his hard cock, with the added thrill of his anus squeezing and releasing my cock as I held his hips. Focusing mainly on our own ass fucking, eventually the third man moved off into the dimness. After sliding out at least a couple of times, he straightened, his hand holding my cock, and said 'Why don't we get a cabin?' I let my finger trail down his back until it reached his hole, starting to finger fuck him, concentrating on the being inside him in a different way, his moans and motions a perfect guide. My mouth reached his neck, where my teeth beginning to lightly bite along his stretched skin, his head turning back. 'Oh yeah .. fuck me? .. together .. cabin .. want to?' he was able to pant, his hand on my cock. 'It's too hot for me now.' Smiling, my reply was simply 'Maybe later.' He left the steam. I stayed a couple of more minutes before starting doing a new circuit - showering, whirlpool, then entering the now empty dry sauna. Which in about 2 minutes turned into a space with 5 men, Again, a certain reservation or distance, though in this case, completely like that of a public sauna with 5 men in it. Nothing leading to any possibly misconstrued action at all, though unlike at a public mixed sauna, here could be essentially no doubt that all of us enjoyed sex with men. Leaving the sauna after maybe 5 minutes, I stepped to the shower area, and washed the beaded sweat off, followed by spending several minutes letting the hot water soak my back before going to the whirlpool. A couple of men were in it, but we all sat equidistantly from each other, in much the same manner as in the dry sauna. Exiting the whirlpool as the central fountain started, the same man with glasses passed me by as I went into the steam room. Where nothing was going on, something that suited my back just fine. Returning upstairs, I did still another hit of rush, noted the uninteresting porn that no one was watching, quickly going back down the metal spiral staircase. At the lowest level again, I spent a long time showering in hot water, at edge of my not very extreme endurance, feeling my back slowly relax. Hearing that the central fountaining had ended, I brushed the water off, returning to the comparatively cool whirlpool. Which had four men. Without a single hard cock or moving hand to be seen in the clear water. Continuing to take advantage of the sauna itself, I returned to the steam room, seeing it was close to 4pm on the clock above the entrance. The original plan had been to leave around 4:15pm, to avoid traffic. Inside, the steambath was wonderfully hot, but that same Thursday style of reservation remained among the couple of men sharing the space, just like in the whirlpool. Stepping out of the steamroom, the man with the glasses was putting his stuff into a cubbyhole before going in, capping my sense of vague amusement at missed opportunities - or being avoided, one or the other. Taking another couple of minutes under the hot shower, my back feeling much better, it remained a toss up whether to leave now, or go upstairs one last time. Of course, temptation won out, deciding that doing a hit from the poppers bottle would not put me too far behind schedule. The only condition being that the porn had to be at least watchable. I dried off, heading upstairs, wondering how the bathhouse felt so empty, even though there were a good number of visitors, a steady stream still arriving. Looking into the large screen porn room, I saw a foursome on the screen, naked and hard. Gay group porn is irresistible to me, one of the major reasons I am such a cock lover. Hard cocks demonstrate that what is happening is beyond acting, and when first exposed to such erotic porn after the end of my relationship with my first girlfriend, the impact was incredible. At the time, I was also sharing a house with the man I had first jacked off with, and his girlfriend, along with the drummer of his band. Though we shared a number of tastes, such as organic smoke, we had never mutually jacked each other in the past. He knew of my taste in poppers, and they did buy rush for me from the Pleasure Chest, back in the 80s. Apart from my own girlfriends, my friend and his quite attractive girlfriend were the only people to know about my complete weakness regarding poppers. Only my wife knows about my weakness concerning poppers and gay group sex, an attraction that first started in my early 20s with porn, only to now reach the point of actually happening over the last several delightful years. In the present, my hand not so subtly reaching under my towel, I saw there was a man already watching the porn, enjoying it properly enough. His legs were spread a bit, his cock maybe 3/4 hard, wearing what seemed to be a black leather cock ring. His attention was straight ahead, watching the screen. Positioned in a way that was discrete, requiring a bit of effort on the part of a potential viewer to notice. A good number of the men that visit the porn area tend to focus only at the screen while standing in the entrance, and after a moment or two, leave. Another group spreads out on one of the three wide, padded levels, the top one doubly wide, with plenty of space for multi-partner fucking and sucking on the top level. Many of the men in that group enjoy showing off - or looking, not to mention any number of other mutual games. Deciding to enjoy at least a few more minutes at the baths, I closed the door in the porn booth directly opposite the cinema space, did another hit of rush, then breathed out, my cock already feeling the effects. Returning quickly to the cinema, I looked more closely at the other man, taking off the towel before sitting in the middle of the middle row, touching my now growing cock. The porn on the screen was incredibly erotic. Jacking off and watching, a few moans passed over my lips as the scene switched to a mouth going down a sexy shaft, hearing the moans from the movie all around. Turning to look up at his crotch, it was obvious he was equally horny, his erect cock lit softly by the screen's light. Letting my left hand drift near his foot brought a quick response as he spread his leg out, his foot now in reach. Touching his sole, he gasped as my fingertips ran lightly to his toes, then back over his arch. I was staring at the screen, entranced by the porn, tracing the shape of a generally very erogenous part of a person's body, especially when already aroused. We moved closer, allowing me to reach his leg, feeling its fine hairs, before sliding up a bit more. My fisted cock rigid, I looked at his own sexy hard cock as he jacked off, legs spread wide. Shifting our positions gradually, my hand was able to travel further along his leg, both of us aware that soon, my hand would begin to touch his now erect and quivering cock. He was so horny he wasn't even touching himself any more, just increasing the anticipation. He was looking straight at my crotch when the fingers of my fingers began to slide along his sack, prolonging his delicious waiting a bit longer. Letting my gaze return to the screen, playing with my rod, my fingers began to rise along his shaft, making him sigh in pure pleasure, a sensation we were both well versed in. Gay porn playing in front of us, my hands began to follow the cock stroking rhythm of the kneeling cocksucker on the screen, my hands cueing off the action displayed on the large surfaces. It was fantastic, feeling how hard the porn made both of us, something I never did when much younger. Possibly luckily, because the attraction was unbelievable, and so simple - and even better than those days jacking off with a friend looking at Penthouse or Club or Gallery. While utterly enjoying ourselves on the top and middle tier, two men entered, both standing still along the inner entrance, shifting position to look at what was happening. I glanced over a couple of times, though my attention remained mostly focused on the porn, stroking my own hard cock and another man's, still using the same rhythm as seen on the screen of the horny man on his knees, alternating sucking one cock and stroking the others. One man left as a third man entered, moving closer to the action, looking around. Watching him a bit, I looked at him in a fairly direct fashion, though my attention was still mainly on the sexy porn and the horny cocks in my grasp. I could not stop from moaning when the camera pulled back a bit, and the foursome added two more horny men on a chair to the side of the matching sofa. Both men were hard, their bodies betraying their desire, one taking the other man deep in his mouth. Noticing the motion of the new man's hand going to his crotch, I saw him squeeze his cock for a bit, then he reached into his towel. Not to open it or play with himself, but at the side, where the towel tucked into itself. Something unusual enough to divert my attention from the sexy rimming on the screen. He took out a familiar shaped, undoubtedly brown, bottle, holding it a bit hesitantly. By now, I was openly looking at him, spreading my legs wider and pressing my cock down a bit as our eyes met. There was no reason to be shy or coy, after all - the group porn really was hot, I was really hard, and I really was jerking off with another man's hard cock in my hand. And the only way to have group sex is to involve multiple partners - something very easy to do at a bathhouse. He put the bottle near his nose, uncapped it, then breathed in, pressing one nostril closed with a finger. He breathed out after a bit, then repeated the process on the other side. As he began to close the bottle, I made a point of luxuriously stroking the length of my cock, first close against my middle, then extending out, pointing into free space. Returning the bottle to the same place, I wondered how he did it. I use a small black cloth bag to carry condoms and rush, but my towel tying skills are awful. A skill learned at a bathhouse, asking another man at the bar on my first ever visit how to actually do it. A strange sensation at the time, since I really wanted to know, but could not escape the reality of standing naked in front of a man interested in sex with other men. In the porn space of the present, there was no confusion about our motives, seeing how purely sexual they were. The newest visitor began squeezing his cock again, focusing my attention thoroughly. I knew perfectly what sort of slut he was becoming, having done exactly the same thing before starting to play with a stranger. The fact his hit was so public just added to my arousal, being fairly sure that we would be sharing poppers at some point. At least if my cock had anything to do with it. A cock that he happened to be staring at greedily while fondling his own cock and balls, still wrapped in the white towel. The man above me was rock hard, and though it had been very enjoyable sharing the porn with him, when the new man stepped in front of me, I knew that my focus would shift. As it did when his hand slipped over my cock, followed by him bending down to suck me. 'Condom,' I managed to say in the face of temptation, my hand gently pushing back against his forehead. He quickly shifted his focus, his lips closing over my right nipple as his hand gripped the tip of my wanting cock. Unable to stop from groaning 'oh fuck yeah,' looking at the sexy action in front of me, knowing that a man had just started to suck my sensitive nipple. This is one area where gay porn is completely accurate - men are hopeless sluts when someone plays with their nipples, much more so than any individual woman, who have a much wider response range. My bi-friend can't resist having her nipples played with, just like any man in a bathhouse, but they never get really erect even as she turns into a wet sexy slut when I touch or suck them. My wife's nipples are exemplary in how they react to the merest touch or breath, crinkling and hardening most enticingly, though this doesn't arouse her at all. Admittedly, nipple play may be something that straight men aren't quite aware of. As an example, when my very drunken wife was playing with our very drunken neighbor, his response to her playing with his nipples was to play with hers, interrupting her - ironically, doing something that doesn't interest her in the least. His cock getting hard would have interested her, she actually told me, but he seemed a touch clueless - or very drunk, she admitted, after I had stopped laughing. Here, basking in the sexy gay porn, enthralled at the sight of so many turned on men for me to enjoy, the fluid sensation at my nipple almost made me cum. A sensation that definitely distracted me from playing with the cock above me, my grip weakening as the waves of liquid pleasure from my breast began to build. The scene of abandoned male sex playing on the wall fit perfectly into our own sexual contact, three men enjoying themselves in a male only space. Beginning to squeeze the new man's nipple as he stroked my cock, the growing sighs obvious as he slumped closer to it. He had already apparently abandoned any attempt to suck me, much like I lost any interest in condoms as my cockhead found his chest. Feeling his nipple against my held cock was fantastic, precum already spreading its pure male magic between us, feeling his nipple harden as my stroked cock moved against it. That I couldn't stop playing with my cock as he leaned closer wasn't a problem, it seemed. The porn on the wall was showing the rimmed man being fucked, as my cock began to explore the novel delights of a man's sexy chest. I have tit fucked four women while enjoying poppers, but this was the first time exploring the temptations of a man's breast so intimately. The sensations were fantastic, his own sounds indicating how much he was getting off. My cock slit was perfectly sized to feel his erect nipple enter it, an incredible mixture of extreme sensitivity mingled with pure sexual feeling. I began to slide my turned-on cockhead around his nipple, indulging myself in the slippery mixture of pre-cum and sweat as my flared cock head circled it. His moans were obvious as he slumped further against me, both of us clearly enjoying the other's horniness. My efforts stroking the cock behind me became erratic, even as the porn continued to drive itself straight into my mind, watching the men continue to indulge in hot group sex. Much like I was enjoying in the present, getting lost in the fantastic pleasures of a stranger's body and skills. It was clear that my cock's nipple play was turning him on, making it so much easier to fist my cock against him, knowing that the pleasure was mutual. Feeling his whiskers against my breast, the difference between a man and woman was clear - and there was no doubt that at this moment, I wanted a man with his hard nipple and pressing weight, not a woman and her sexy soft breasts underneath me. I was lost in the pleasure of another man's body, distantly amazed at how sexy his chest was, my hand hand guiding my cock against him, riding the wave of almost orgasm as long as possible. Unlike the last time here, he did not block my view of the sexy video playing in the theater space. Ensuring that the special charms of watching porn while jacking off continued to add to the total pleasure of tit fucking my first man. My left hand continued to enjoy the cock ringed man above me. Who had been watching us every time I glanced up to enjoy the sight of another hard cock. His cockring was black, and made out of leather. A nicely made accessory, interesting to touch and look at it, the leather pressing his balls down. My cock stroking was no longer in sync with anything, but he remained rock hard, in part because watching is always erotic when everyone's cocks are hard. Bathhouse Porn Rush The man below me moved his warm lips from my nipple to my neck, taking his time with his slick tongue, making me moan. My left hand had stopped moving, only loosely hanging against a rigid shaft. Moving my neck, I could still see the porn, with men kissing while being fingered or sucked. A hand slid along left side, reaching my head as he used his teeth gently along my earlobe. His spread hand began pressing against my skull as his tongue moved down my cheek, my lips parting in anticipation, knowing his intent. His tongue lightly danced over my upper lip as his other hand held my head firmly, before he began to kiss me deeply, his tongue exploring, my own tongue sliding along his. My hand tightened along the cock above me, my right hand pumping me against his aerola, greedily kissing a man in a gay porn theater. After a stretched period of pure satisfaction, he moved back a bit, so we were no longer touching. He reached down to pull the bottle from his towel, a trick I still didn't understand, even seen this close. Though definitely grateful not to have to deal with my own poppers at this point, my mind having pretty much wandered away while watching group sex porn. He took a hit, using the same longer method, filling his body with the aroma's intense sexual power. Capping the bottle, leaning his breast back against my cock, he turned his head a bit before breathing out. A different style than the one I'd used with former girlfriends. We used to share each other's hits, often breathing in/out in paired fashion, creating a sort of echo effect, exchanging the bottle between us, opening and closing while the feeling intensified beyond control as we both became pure fuck animals, feeling the other become the same way. He held the bottle up in proforma inquiry. I nodded yes vigorously, sliding my cock against his horny nipple, spreading my legs a bit and holding my cock at its base, letting him see experience just how rigid it had been become in anticipation. He moved closer, and it was a turn on knowing that he could see how intently I was focused on the bottle, wanting to become a pure slut, like he was. He opened it, and I couldn't help but bend my head a bit as his hand pulled my nose towards the bottle's powerful fumes, the scent making my lungs expand, breathing in deeply. But unlike my practice, he didn't close the bottle, instead holding my head over the bottle. Much like in one of my favorite MMF videos, a purely amateur one where the woman's nose is kept over the bottle for several breaths, making her grind so good against the cock filling her. Orgasming with rush is intensely addictive. Over the years, I have learned how to ride its powerful wave. Though apparently, in part by keeping the amount inhaled beneath a certain limit. His bottle was still open when I breathed out, then breathed in deeply again, his finger closing my other nostril. A powerful wave of pure sluttiness overwhelmed me as I breathed in a third time, his hand holding my head, overcoming my slight hesitation. I was being carried along in a flood of sexual power, my fist around my cock as I breathed out towards his mouth, which had returned to my erect nipple. His own nipple was still hard as I put my cock slit against it, amazed at just how kinky it felt to fuck a man's breast, watching hardcore gay porn on a large screen, still touching another man's erect cock. By now, the rush had me completely in its seductive spell, forcing me to give up any thought of restraint as my cock swelled so good, my balls tight as my orgasm rose from the center of my being, balanced between my jacking, the gay sex scene in front of me, and the feel of his teeth on my turned on breast. I couldn't stop from moaning as my cum spread between us, each jet adding to our pleasure, his mouth beginning to go slack at my nipple as my cock fucked his in a spreading wave of hot semen, my circled hand rubbing the ridge of my cockhead flat against his chest. Orgasm subsiding, I heard him say 'I'm wet,' with a certain amount of amusement. I first reached for his cock, to hear him say 'Not so soon after a hit.' I cleaned him off with my towel, his still being wrapped around his waist, with the bottle in it. He turned and left, with following just a couple of seconds later, my towel full of cum, held gingerly in front of my still swelled cock. Entering the hallway, I saw him go into the second porn booth, taking off his towel in the doorway. The door was closing by the time I strode by, imagination and memory providing an excellent idea of the sorts of pleasures he planned to indulge in.