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Bathhouse Temptations

By: glory_first



The hot weather had only recently broken, tempting me into making the first trip to the bathhouse in several weeks. Arriving a bit later than usual, having first enjoyed some organic smoke, it was good to see several other visitors already there.

The quickly finished cold beer added its own note to my growing anticipation. Downstairs, the whirlpool water was cool, and neither man in it seemed to have any interest in playing. Upstairs, I discovered that a new darkroom had been created, while the old one was blocked off for renovation. Such changes have happened before, when the smaller middle floor steamroom had been replaced by a much larger basement one. 

The new padded platform was smaller, with a left corner door sized opening to the dead-end corridor that ran parallel to the platform's wall. The space was empty during my very hesitant initial exploration of the extremely dim room, making it easier to get a feel for its dimensions. 

Leaving slowly, eyes still not adapted to the blackness, I wandered around upstairs before entering the porn theater area just as another man left. Turning at the end of the wall to look at the benches, I saw a second man, who picked up his towel and went past me, straight into the booth opposite the porn room's entrance.

A booth with a still opened door. Leading me to approach it, then stand at the entrance, only marginally more interested in the porn playing there than in the theater. But it quickly became apparent neither he nor I were interested in porn when there was the chance to have easy sex with a stranger.

He unwrapped his towel and began to touch himself. My right hand drifted down to my towel, allowing the opportunity for fingers to slide underneath the cloth, signalling my own desire - and increasing it. Both growing harder, he moved back on the platform, prompting me to step inside and remove my towel. 

Gasping when he touched my cock, standing at the platform's edge, the door was still open as we began to get intimately involved. Privacy means little to me at the baths, where public sex is part of the attraction. And where essentially all the visitors are there to have straightforward sex with other men. That reality can become extremely addictive, as it is a very rare bathhouse visit that does not lead to satisfying man on man encounters. Much like this one was becoming, the bowl I'd smoked and the beer merging perfectly into the sensations flowing into and from my now exposed cock.

Reaching down a bit to fondle his cock with my left hand, after a wonderful interval of mutual jerking off, I moved into the room, laying out my towel behind him, getting the poppers bottle and condoms out of my bag. Stretching out on the towel, we embraced, hands sliding over nipples and cocks and balls, tongues tasting the other's skin. 

We began kissing, cocks stiff, getting ever more turned on, unconcerned that anyone walking by could see what we were doing. Leaning against the wall as his tongue found my nipple while he kept stroking my stiff length, a man walked by. Knowing that my raised and spread legs offered a public view of my cock being jacked off by another man, horniness growing to the point of moaning.

The man beyond the door moved away, returned, but he never joined in, leaving after a few moments. Shifting positions, I closed the door, grabbing and then opening a condom. Going down on him, unrolling the condom as he moaned, his hands found my head. And were unable to do anything but rest, fingers spread, the passage of my downward sliding mouth entrancing him completely. 

Soon, using all the skill I've acquired over the years of visiting male only saunas and gloryholes, he quickly turned into a total slut. Just as I had in all my recent visits here, too many of them having passed without giving head to a horny stranger. This lack of recent opportunity to suck cock, of having my mouth filled with a man's sexy length, led to a sexy greediness. Stroking myself the entire time, again reminded of how giving head is one of the more surprising turn ons when having sex with another man. Something discovered years - and many cocks - ago.

"Go slower" he panted, "go slower."

"OK" I said, fully sympathetic to such pleading to not cum, but to stretch the pleasure out. Sympathetic is not the same as not taking advantage of him, having my mouth move as slowly as possible from the base of his cock to just over his flared cockhead, before returning just as slowly. 

After doing this several times, feeling him shudder and gasp each time my lips reached his cockhead, I asked "Slow enough?," knowing that he'd just been tortured in the most satisfying way imaginable. He was apparently unable to form words, leading me to return to my earlier rhythm, confident that he would not cum too quickly after getting so aroused.

Following some long interval, including a stretch where he deliciously played with my nipple, we shifted positions. My back returned to pressing against the wall, fist sliding over my length, letting him play with a nipple or lightly stroke under my balls and along my ass crack. This remains one of my most passionate weaknesses, being a total slut for nipple play. Especially when in such a turned on state, organic smoke and beer enhancing the experience of male sex in wonderful combination. 

When he began to suck a nipple, the sensations were so good that getting the poppers bottle out was the only distraction which came to mind. A distraction that would be temporary, lasting only until the bottle had been opened.

His finger on my now slick nipple was heavenly, making me moan "I love sex with men .. male sex .. hot cock sex" and similar words, starting to twist the ridged top off.

Pressing one side of my nose closed, I took a single deep hit, closing the bottle tightly as the first effects began to spread, a now free right hand quickly finding my horny cock. The feeling was so good, I almost moaned, only barely remembering to not breathe out as his tongue began to flick my nipple, his hand lightly running over my bush.

The rush started to inexorably spread throughout my body, an entrancing wave washing over cock and nipple equally. Still holding my breath, time stretching as wetness spread over my aroused nipple, sinking into a perfect sexual haze at the touch of circled finger and thumb just under my cock ridge.

At some point, breath being released slowly, words began to form in the sexual haze surrounding my being. "Oh fuck yes .. fuck yes ..so fucking good .. sex with men .. I love sex with men .. hot cock sex." I approached orgasm with those first words, a necessary condition when talking to an unknown male lover about how good getting off with a stranger is.

Even in the baths, a place filled with men looking to have sex with other men, it is difficult to say such things to another person, except when really turned on. Something as true in bed with my wife when watching group gay porn as she strokes my nipple after doing a hit of poppers, as in a private booth with a horny man I'm having hot sex with, gay porn playing on the monitor. Though neither of us were paying any attention to it.

My nipple and cock had merged into a perfect sexual zone, where orgasm danced over the nipple, just distant enough from my rigid length's own sensations to keep my balls from emptying in a glorious rush of hot cum. Keeping my cock riding the very edge of ecstasy even as orgasm flowed through me from my nipples, something understood by all nipple sluts, likely because it is what makes one such a slut for nipple play.

As any user of poppers is aware, getting really turned on is the entire point of taking a hit from that special brown bottle. Especially when it is just another substance enhancing a purely male sexual encounter. I'd been holding my cock stiffly, not allowing any motion to create irresistible temptation, when his fingers began to enclose my own, moving them. Just as his lips closed over my erect nipple, creating sensations of primal pleasure. 

Starting to helplessly jack off under his knowing encouragement, the sensations grew wonderfully intense as his mouth moved to my other nipple, finger rubbing the now wettened one. "Fuck yes .. make me a nipple slut .. sexy cock slut .. don't stop." Apart from a desire not to cum yet, I was completely under his control, much like he'd been under mine when I sucked him off.

Time stretched, each touch seeming to last forever before being replaced by an even more desirable sensation. After decades of experience with poppers, it was possible to remain just enough in control to not cum from my cock, while remaining utterly entranced at the sheer ecstasy flowing from my licked and rubbed nipples.

His skill created a helpless reaction of lust, adding to the completely addictive experience of having sex with a man while under the powerful sexual spell created by poppers. I held the bottle under his nose, and he took a couple of hits before returning his horny attention to my nipples. By this point, his hand had stopped moving, allowing my full concentration to return to indulging in the utter bliss he was creating by caressing and sucking my nipples.

He had brought me beyond orgasm, something that rarely happens with anyone but my wife. I did another hit, making sure sure to close the bottle tightly. Surrendering completely to his touch, hand returning to my wanting cock as he sucked my nipple. His hand went underneath my balls, lightly stroking my sack and between my thighs. Opening my legs in encouragement, holding the hit in until feeling his finger touch my ass.

"Fuck yes .. fuck yes .. fuck yes" I groaned while breathing out, feeling my anal ring pulse against his fingertip, inviting it deeper. He shifted his mouth to the other side, body pressed against mine, gliding his finger over the now thoroughly wet, just sucked nipple. His lips rubbed against sensitive skin, raising the nipple into his waiting mouth, tongue swirling over its tip.

Words kept pouring out - "I love .. love .. sex .. man sex .. love cock sex .. hard cock .. sex with men." Orgasm rose with the words, his finger just inside my hole, moving in time with my stroking and his nipple sucking. Opening my legs more, crooning "Oh yeah .. sexy man .. cock lover .. don't stop .. sauna slut .. fuck yes" as the cum began to pulse through my tightly held shaft. 

Knowing that such wonderful orgasms are the reason to have sex with strangers at the baths, a truth shared by all the men who visit one more than once.

Bathhouse Temptations Ch. 02



This Sunday, showing up just at 2pm, a steady stream of other visitors arriving, caused a five minute wait at the counter before getting my beer. Having smoked a bowl just before entering the sauna, the beer's cool wetness was welcome. 

 I went upstairs first, finding it empty except for one heavy set man in the porn area on the lowest level, next to the wall separating the sitting area from the entranceway. Sitting offset a bit on the next level above him, I got hard watching the rimming on the screen. He never took off his towel, but his glancing became more overt.

 Soon, he moved over, then began to play with my feet, a fantastically erotic sensation. He then asked "Cabin? Want to go to a cabin?," making me shake my head, content to be pleasured in public.

 He asked again, adding that the fan in the corner was making him cold. The baths can get very hot in the summer, in a place with few windows and no air conditioning. The fans are an attempt to keep the heat bearable, and go along with the 40% entrance discount. I'd picked this Sunday in part because of the last couple of days having cooler, rainy weather, knowing that the space would not be too uncomfortable.

 However, the idea of getting too cold hadn't occurred to me, so I easily agreed to leave with him. He didn't go into either porn booth, but instead went to the same cabin where I'd gotten off with a cross-dresser, one of my more memorable bathhouse experiences. Being the only time I've dressed in panties and a bra while having sex with another married man, both of talking about how slutty it was.

 Stretching my towel out, he joined me after taking a moment to unwrap his towel. The condoms were at hand, so after just a moment of caressing him, I opened one, and began to suck his cock, feeling it grow. Finished unrolling it, his still growing shaft filled my mouth. Soon, the blowjob became notably sloppy, suction and saliva creating the obvious sounds of a man getting sucked, his moans merely confirming the fact.

 At some point, his hand went to the base of his cock, meeting my mouth whenever I took him deeper. Soon, his hand began to move in rhythm to my mouth, rising further towards his cockhead. Shifting position and focus, jacking off after starting to lick his nipple, it became apparent that the combination was impossible for him to resist. The bathhouse had been open less than a half hour, with at least one visitor having already enjoyed an orgasm.

 A visitor who had just pulled off his condom, got up with his towel, then just left. Which is how it often works at a gloryhole or bathhouse. There are no obligations in such settings, though his skilled hands playing with my feet or nipples would have been appreciated. I saw him later, several times, as there was no reason to him to leave, after all. Most men are certainly capable of getting hard after cumming, after a reasonable, and individual, interval passes.

 The new darkroom space remained empty the entire time I spent in it, so after putting the bag containing the camera into my locker, I went downstairs. The whirlpool was not inviting at a quick glance, with one involved couple and no free spaces, so I went into the steambath after removing my glasses. 

 Inside the heated dampness, I quickly realized the better lit front section was quite full, including at least one involved seated couple, a kissing pair most likely cock to cock from the way they were sexily grinding against each other, and a man on his knees giving head to another man, with the sounds of his active sucking filling the space. 

 Getting to the internal shower took a bit of effort to avoid the numerous bodies, many of them with jutting cocks. Taking a deep hit from the poppers bottle, I left the shower and walked through the darkened rear section, noting this space was also full of potential partners before entering the lightless back corner and breathing out. 

 Returning, it took just a couple of seconds before a hand found my cock. Stopping to enjoy the tantalizing sensations of a stranger's touch on my horny skin, I turned a bit, easily finding his own quite stiff rod. Other men were having sex around us, making it easy to indulge in our own steamy male lust.

 We quickly settled into stroking each other, playing with the other's nipple while sinking into the familiar heat of a male only steamroom. I avoided going cock to cock several times, still determined to play safe in the dimness. Another man came up, having walked through the space now filled with groups of men indulging each other's weaknesses. It was easy to have him stop next to us, and begin playing with his cock. My right hand shifted, beginning to explore another stranger's sexy length, feeling it weight along my palm as my fingers slid underneath his balls..

 Starting to settle into a threesome, each of us being touched by the other two, a fourth man closed the box, so to speak. My hand found its third sexy cock in the damp heat, feeling a new touch on my cock as someone rubbed my sweaty nipple. The slickness of a steamroom is a major part of its sexual attraction, the slipperiness being an addictive enhancement to anonymous contact with other naked men, often enough leading to gay group sex. 

 By this point, my original partner and I possessed wonderfully rigid rods. The man across from me was also hard, my hand sliding along his length, fingers fondling his balls as the edge of my palm slid over his cock head's flared ridge. Nonetheless, we remained not quite a foursome. A fact leading me to withdraw a bit to do a hit from the poppers bottle, turning 90° away, face along the smooth curved wall.

 Screwing the top on after taking a long hit, my right hand returned to my quivering cock, almost surrendering to the first exquisite sensations. When a finger touched my left nipple, keeping from sighing grew impossible. Sighing that turned to heavy moaning when a stranger's hand began fondling my balls. Till this point, I'd been keeping well within my restrictive limits, but the rush was making those strict limits irrelevant.

 When the man to the left, who I was jacking off, began kissing and licking my neck and ear, it became impossible to do anything but let the sensations flow, the last reluctance melting after finally breathing out. No longer avoiding what had been offered before in the steamy dimness, my face turned to kiss him as my cock crossed his sexy hardness.

 I'm a true slut for cock against cock sex. One of the more surprising discoveries since starting to have sex with men is just how intensely sexy a man's hard cock is. Not that I wasn't aware of the potential, jacking off several times a week with a high school friend, watching each other get off after getting hard looking at Playboy, Penthouse, or a variety of other magazines.

 Experiencing the reality remains overwhelming, as my cock touched his. Our lengths were at a 90° angle, allowing me to slide my cock head along his length, moaning with his tongue filling my mouth, amazed at how addictively good his cock felt. His hand replaced mine, as I began to play with his nipple, letting him set the rhythm of our intimate game.

 Having finally given in, rewarded by the pleasure of another man's turned on rod keeping me on the edge of orgasm with its motions and erotic contrasts of hard and soft. The temptation to cum slowly resided, the rush's intensity fading into the background, successfully riding the first wave past a too hasty orgasm. Most bathhouse visitors are skilled in this, allowing for extended periods of sexual thrills being part of a group of men looking for sex. Knowing it will be easy to find, becoming utterly enthralled by how good it feels to get off with multiple partners.

 Though the primary sexual effect of the poppers was receding, a secondary one was leading me on. Reaching out for the other 2 cocks, trying to get them involved, completely abandoning any pretense of limiting minor potential risks in a desire to share cock in the dimness. This sluttiness is subtly enhanced by poppers, making it simpler to give in completely to one's lusts.

 However, desire is not always satisfied, as a threesome or foursome never developed, though the continued mutual jacking off and nipple caressing was delightful. At some point, we moved apart, making me decide to leave the heat for a moment, to cool off.

 I went in and out of the steambath several times, using the rain style showerhead to let the water flow over my body. And often taking the opportunity to luxuriously soap and stroke myself to stay hot under the cooling water. Repeatedly returning to the sexually charged space, looking at the action or participating as mood and opportunity struck.

 With a final session of passionate open mouthed kissing, though not quite cock to cock, as a certain reluctance slowly returned. A reluctance that was real, if not particularly consistent. Group sex requires a group, after all, and sex with strangers is about indulging in sex. And the reality of how good it feels overwhelms any concerns - to the extent that I cannot stop visiting the baths, finally experiencing what I first heard about in the late 70s - including various enhancers. 

 Back upstairs, the action in the porn area was obvious. Two men were getting sucked off the lowest level, on the entrance side, one cock sucker kneeling on the floor, the other bent down. After observing the action for a bit, hand already straying to my growing cock, I managed to position myself a level higher, getting hard. The man being sucked further left started lolling his head my direction, clearly aroused by the sight of bare cock, his expression one of pure lust. Like mine, watching a bare headed stranger with glasses get a hot blowjob in public.

 Being hard like this in public is a real turn on, one clearly shared by the other men with sexy available cocks.

 The pair just to the left of me was essentially obscured, though the sounds and motions made it clear how good it must have felt to have a man move his mouth up and down a horny shaft. Likely better than the touch of my hand under my cock ridge, good as that felt. My head tilted, moans escaping while looking down at such a turned on suck slut, his face turned towards mine. I began to jack off in rhythm to the mouth moving up and down his glistening rod, fully displaying my own hard length.

 At some point, the blow job nearest to me ended, the sitting man rising and exiting the porn room. Making me glance at the screen, noting again that nothing much interesting was happening on it. The heavyset man that had been going down on a stranger shifted position, his mouth approaching my cock. 

 My hand stopped him. Saying 'condom first,' I found one, then put it on, his breath tantalizing my cock until I slid the latex over my shaft. I gasped when his mouth enveloped my cock head, looking at the other man getting sucked. Who was hungrily staring at me as a stranger went down on my erect length. The reality of easy male sex is the essential reason why bathhouses have such a long tradition as a playground where everyone shares the same interests in getting off with other men. 

 Our mutual concentration was irresistible, both of us utterly aroused, getting even more turned on sharing that state with another horny man. Some of my first and most intense orgasms had been experienced in much the same way, looking at my friend as we both came. 

 Here, such early experiences are part of what makes me such an ardent male only sauna visitor. Another part is just how simple it is to find a skilled cock sucker. I had been cautious enough to fully indulge the sensation of my cock head sinking into a man's willing mouth, my hand keeping the tension perfect at the base of my bush. 

 A slick hand that soon became wonderfully slathered in saliva, fingers straying downwards to slippery wet balls, knowing the condom was basically only protecting the end of my cock. And loving the sensations on all that exposed skin, starting to jack off into his mouth. Looking over at the other slut getting sucked, seeing him watching my cock fuck another man's mouth, his sexy expression undoubtedly a mirror of my own horniness.

 My cock sucker began to set the rhythm and pace, providing me the opportunity to find the poppers bottle. Opening it became complicated, my hands being too slippery. This meant needing to wipe my hands off first, a challenge in my present state of mindless mouth humping. 

 Before opening the bottle, I showed it to the man beneath me, who shook his head slightly in refusal. Breathing in, the man between my legs slowed his motion, his fingers now beginning to lightly stray along my inner thigh. As the rush began to fill my body, I spread my legs wider, allowing him the chance to move his fingers closer to my ass. Poppers make it easy to let a stranger know about how much I love having my ass touched - not that most bathhouse visitors aren't aware of such a basic male pleasure.

 Breathing out, my cock felt gigantic in his mouth. "Oh yeah .. slower .. fuck yeah .. cock sucker .. god yes .. I love sex .. with men .. man sex." Not that there was any real doubt about that, my cock being swallowed in a room playing gay porn, my eyes fixed on the sight of another man getting head, a finger beginning to tantalizingly explore around my ass. 

 Floating in paradise as a finger began to flick at my nipple, barely able to do another hit as orgasm approached. Closing the bottle, my hands went around his head, slowing his movement, keeping from cumming until the wave of lust flooded me. Breathing out, saying "oh fuck .. take it .. slut sex .. so good," my hands releasing him, a finger beginning to enter my moist hole as I leaned back, letting the other man see how thoroughly I was being pleasured.

 Realizing that the other sucked man was truly on the edge of cumming just from his turned-on expression, the pleasure grew beyond any possibility of stopping it. Both of us now pumping our cocks into a stranger's mouth, watching another man cum in public. 

 Slowly, orgasm receded. Unable to do anything for an interval, utterly drained, the other men left before me. Finally, I gathered my things, walking downstairs unsteadily, noting that I'd been at the baths for more than 2 hours today. Realizing that such extended periods of satisfaction just lead to an increased desire to experience them again.




Bathhouse Temptations Ch. 03



Arriving earlier than normal on Thursday, the bathhouse was still being cleaned and aired out, this being a comparatively cool August day after several hot ones. With the still ongoing construction/renovation in the previous darkroom section, the bathhouse has remained quite undisturbed in the other area.

Again it took a while to get a beer, but considering that it wasn't even opening time yet, this was no cause for even the slightest complaint. The organic smoke I'd enjoyed just a bit before arriving contributed its own sensation of horny anticipation, knowing that the combination of a beer and a bowl would be working its magic on my uncovered and aroused body.

Taking the spiral staircase to the top floor, the brightness was unusual. At first, I thought the illumination was from the opened windows. They certainly contributed, but the lights were also on throughout upstairs, providing my first complete view of what the booths, video cabins, and porn theater looked like when properly lit. Unsurprisingly, the colors were unexpected combinations, in part there had only been little thought of color when walking around in the dimness before.

Equally unsurprising, everything was clean and obviously maintained at a level beyond most of my previous glory hole and porn theater experiences. Not that a certain kind of dirty doesn't add to the experience, of course. Nonetheless, this sauna held up well to be being scrutinized following a half decade of experiencing its manifold delights. The stone work was truly impressive, both for its workmanship and its aesthetic variety of materials, both in form and color. 

As upstairs remained empty, it felt like a rare privilege to wander everywhere naked, including the maze, which took on completely different dimensions when seen in relation, not merely felt out with carefully outstretched arms. Finally, I caught a glimpse of a man entering the maze by the rear entrance at the same time I was leaving using the central entrance, joining with the entry way to the older, now blocked off darkroom space. 

Going a last time to the porn cabins and theater, nothing particularly interesting was playing. Returning down the corridor, the same man passed me, towel around his neck. We only saw each other only in passing, both naked and well displayed in the light. Clearly the first upstairs visitors, in a place designed to attract men interested in sex with other men. 

Finally finished exploring the familiar spaces, I went into the new darkroom. The lighting made apparent five holes in the further platform wall, at different heights, three over the platform, and two in the space in front of it. After noting the reality, I glanced around, at least attempting to see the recently constructed space. However, my attention remained fixed on the grouped glory holes, providing the first overtly obvious space in this sauna for overt gay sex games. With the added twist that though getting sucked through a glory hole was decidedly sexual in such a public setting, the reality of how it works meant that the experience remains intensely anonymous. 

The first of the five was definitely too low for me to stand in front of easily. Testing the next one, the height was ideal.

Letting the towel drop, putting my naked cock through, beginning to jack off by sliding it along the inviting edge of the hole, imagination flowing freely. The idea of such a wall was an immense turn-on, having provided me with much of my initial interest in what I only later learned were called gloryholes. More than 25 years ago, I'd seen an article about bathhouses in San Francisco in the 70s, including a couple of accompanying pictures. 

The one that utterly turned me one showed a man clothed in a leisure suit, hands gripping through holes to each side, his crotch pressed against the wall, arching, head half turned, with the expression of a man getting his cock sucked by an unseen stranger. A picture that caused a number of orgasms, it being some of the most potent porn I'd ever seen, even if the only figure in it was clothed. Yet, the intensity of his pleasure was obvious to anyone familiar with how a man looks when getting pleasured.

Standing like this, it took little time to get turned on, both from the feeling of the smooth wood and from the fact that anyone entering the room would easily see my exposed dick. It was amusing to think of this propositioning as a reverse of customary gloryhole practice, where a finger or two rubbing along the hole is an invitation for the other man to stick his cock into glory.

I grew seriously horny, knowing that only my now swelled cock was exposed, the rest of my body being behind the open wall. A cock that has attracted attention and compliments in the past. Hearing steps approaching, I was fairly certain it was the man who'd passed me in the main corridor. By now, any thought of using a condom had been dismissed, leaving my cock ready for whatever happened. 

In less than a minute of showing off, the sensations of my cock entering paradise made me moan, and almost uncontrollably move nearer to the wall. The awareness of pure bliss overwhelming rational recognition, making it easy for a cocksucker to lure me against the wall, moaning. My mind disappeared under a wet wave of pure bliss, overwhelmed after having perfectly positioned myself to get sucked.

The sensations were fantastic, a repeated demonstration of just how good a gloryhole can be, a style I have enjoyed little of over the last few years, bathhouses having become the main focus for enjoying male only sex. Now, this bathhouse offered the added benefit that it would be possible to enjoy that original introduction to hot anonymous sex here in the future. A truly potent combination, my turned cheek pressed against the wall, arms raised over my head, pressing against the unyielding surface, a willing cock slave.

Pumping my naked cock deeper, sinking into the magical variations of touch and pressure of his tongue and lips, losing control. Thrusting harder, cock at the center of my being, a total slut. Squirming in delight, wanting nothing but to press further into a stranger's mouth - fully aware of how much better this first time felt because I wasn't using a condom. With the beer and bowl adding its own enhancement, I surrendered to the addictive pleasure.

After my thrusts grew more forceful, moans filling the darkness, I retained just enough control to keep from filling his mouth with hot cum. Putting down the towel, still holding the bag to get the poppers out, I carefully lowered the bag onto the towel, to keep the camera from hitting too hard. Taking a deep breath from the opened brown bottle, letting the potent vapor fill my lungs, feeling my cock grow immense inside a cock sucker's mouth.

The blow job was fantastic, reminding me again why glory holes are so utterly enthralling. He stopped moving, his mouth at the hole, allowing me to ride the rush perfectly. Time slows with pure sensation using poppers, your cock becoming gigantic, every movement magnified. Including that of being sucked against the wall, cock sliding irresistibly deeper into a seductively talented stranger's mouth. 

Following several cycles of almost orgasm, partial withdrawal, and teasing or enthusiastic return, my desire to take pictures, in part to keep from cumming so soon after the bathhouse opened, forced me to break contact to bend down and get my camera out. He came around, saw what I was handling, and left. Revealing himself as the man with the towel around his neck. The space being empty, I used the opportunity to take several pictures.

I wandered again to the back section, hearing the sound of steps, without seeing anyone. Going to the blocked section with three booths in a row, I caught a glimpse of a man, likely the same one who'd been sucking me. Entering the last booth, getting ready to play with a stranger, laying out, door fully open, stroking my horny cock in plain view of anyone entering this section. 

Steps became apparent, turning me on, circled thumb and finger quivering just underneath the cock ridge, an enthrallingly intense sexual sensation. Fully aware of how I was trying to tempt another man to have sex, hoping that it was the same one who had already gone down on me. Not only due to how good he'd sucked cock at the new gloryhole, but also because I'm truly becoming a bareback suck slut. If the stranger was the same man, than not even a vestige of concern need remain, my cock having already delightfully been in his mouth. 

As the sounds grew closer, I could see a figure slowly move to explore this section. He took note condition, but kept moving. After seeing that the other booths were empty, he positioned himself to peer into mine. As he started to play with his cock, drawing my horny attention, he moved more clearly into the entrance area. Tempting him to take the final step, playing with my hard rod as he stared at it. 

He responded by doing the same to his now extended shaft, moving past the entrance, but leaving the door open. We soon began jacking each other, then he moved back before going down on me. Sensations of unbelievable pleasure flowed over my cock, reinforcing just how much better sex is without using a condom. As a now familiar mouth covered my cock, I moaned and lay back, head on the platform, gazing through the still open door, aware that anyone could see me having sex with a man - and join in, if wished.

A fact even more apparent when he stood on the platform, and I began to go down on his condom covered cock, fingers feeling his balls. After only a fairly brief period, he left fairly abruptly. 

Making several circuits of the entire bathhouse, encountering a minimal number of men and opportunities, I was upstairs walking around naked, as is now normal, holding my towel somewhat modestly, in front of my pubic region. Seeing my cock sucking slut again, moving closer as he went down on another man in the vestibule area at the rear maze entrance. Approaching the pair, I stood next to the new man, reaching out to stroke his chest. Quickly finding his nipple, hearing him sigh, watching his sexy stiff cock go into a man's mouth, knowing that we would quickly become a threesome.

The new man was essentially bald, with black rimmed glasses, his towel still wrapped. Towels are even easier than most skirts to deal with for the person exploring between a partner's legs, posing no real problems when fondling or sucking. Keeping my finger on his left nipple, when my tongue began to lick his taut skin, his animal moaning became a real turn on as now wettened fingers began rubbing his other erect nipple. 

I moaned in turn, feeling the hand of the bent cock sucker, towel hanging down straight from his neck, touching my still swelling dick. The sliding of his fingers merged with my growing horniness, my left hand touching his lips, feeling his mouth as he went down on another stranger. We were soon working together, turning the third man into another total bathhouse slut like ourselves, fully surrendering himself to the wonderful reality of sex with other men.

The grasping motion on my cock changed, causing me to shift position, as intended. I felt a wonderfully wet mouth envelop my naked cock, aroused by the thought that this fantastic sensation probably included a good bit of the new slut's pre-cum changing the slick wetness. A wetness that made my cock go as deep as possible in one extended motion, helplessly starting to face fuck him for the third time today. A smooth finger gently caressed my nipple, creating the entrancingly tempting bliss so easily found by visiting the baths.

After making me almost cum at least twice in rapid succession, his mouth moved away. Looking at the third man's face, it was obvious when his blow job resumed. My fingers caressed both his nipples, tongue soon licking one, then the other. He obviously loved the wetness taking him deeper into paradise, two men turning him into a vessel of sexual sensation, clearly not for the first or likely even the 20th time. 

He remained capable of playing with us, now feeling his hand reach out, unable to keep from gasping as another man touched my still well lubricated shaft. We soon became a fully involved threesome, my left hand joining the new man's between the cock sucker's legs, playing with his cock and balls, having created a triangle among us.

The new man moved a bit, breaking contact, before bending down, taking the cock sucker's rigid dick into his own mouth. Again, my hand became involved in a blow job, thumb and finger circled, the remaining fingers playing with the sucked man's sack. After a moment or two of watching, the new cock sucker went down on me. By this point, after allowing myself to indulge the sensations of my naked cock getting sucked by a turned on stranger, the remaining rational part of my mind knew that condoms would no longer make sense, evaporating the last reservations concerning how good it felt to have another man's sexy rod against mine. 

Withdrawing after almost cumming, the thought of getting sucked off with another cock arose, but never occurred. It was not too disappointing to have a rarely indulged but often fantasized sexual configuration not occur, with the ongoing sensations of sex among a horny male threesome keeping my thoughts in a haze. Such as re-entering an enthralled state of pure primal surrender when a familiar mouth soon returned to sucking me off, allowing me to compare the differences between the two cock suckers. With the new man rubbing my nipples, playing with the third man's jutting rod, creating moaning that I could feel while being taken deeper past soft lips, encountering a swirling tongue, the attempt to make a comparison was quickly overwhelmed by immediate reality.

We played like this as several figures moved around us, none getting involved. At some point, the original suck slut got up from his knees, something barely noted as the other man and I kept playing with each other, both of us addicted to the sort of nipple play the other was providing. By now, even though getting sucked off with another man was not going to happen, the freedom I'd already given myself to ignore condoms made it easier to quickly move as a pair to naked cock to cock contact, two strangers' mouths having already lubricated my length.

My hand guided his quiveringly erect cock towards mine, taking a small step to ensure contact. We clearly shared the same delight as our heavy and extended cocks touched, the reaction apparent on our faces, Soon, I began circling his cockhead around mine, in public, so to speak, at a place where men come to have sex with each other. A place where no longer hidden male desire rules, where it is easy to just submerge yourself in the pleasures offered by so many available partners. 

When he pulled my head closer to kiss, I remained unenthusiastic at first. Kissing can be intoxicating, however, and as he kept his tongue pressing past my lips, any hesitation related to the fact that I'd just seen him sucking a bare cock evaporating as we began to grind cocks and mouths together. I've changed over the years, especially in the last few months, pretty much abandoning condoms even in settings where they could be used. Of course, some things remaining completely condom mandatory, but by this point, getting sucked off is no longer something where condoms are involved. 

'Do you want to go to a cabin?' he asked as we took another break from kissing, his hands playing with our horny cocks.

'I don't care' was the extent of my replay before starting to kiss him again, thrusting my hips against his cock.

He eventually broke off, finally becoming able to override the ongoing pleasure being provided, using an eager hand to direct me into the nearest booth, just a couple of steps away. Going in first, I spread out the towel, condoms, and poppers, then moving towards the back to provide him space. He entered, bending over to start kissing me again, quite insistent, his cock quickly finding mine, making me moan incoherently, knowing that my tongue going slack betrayed just how good it felt to have him above me. 

He held both cocks, requiring me to do nothing but indulge in the touch of a man's cock and hand against mine, my moaning obvious. That the door was still open was just an extra turn-on as I spread my legs wider, both of us thrusting against the other's cock unstoppably, sluts unable to keep from having sex with a willing man. Though by this point, kissing deeply, cock to cock, we were far beyond willing, having entered a state of pure male lust. 

Pre-cum, likely from both of us, spread its magic over our skin. Men have a wetness as seductive as any woman's I've realized, after years of experiencing it. A male experience that leaves me craving its magic again, knowing how easy it is to find at the baths. 

As we continued to pleasure ourselves, a couple of other men drifting around as we grew more passionate. One sat in the chair opposite the door, discretely playing with a clearly erect rod, though he was mainly in shadow. My legs were lifted and spread, providing the voyeur a direct view of cock to cock action, made possible by the man on top of me leaving the door open for anyone to look in. Not every man in the baths is an exhibitionist, but all repeat visitors know how enjoyable it is to be voyeur.

Like I was, watching a stranger play with himself, focusing on his hot cock. Hard cock turns me on, something true from the first time I'd seen one, at a sleepover party, long before seeing the image of an erect cock in a magazine. At a male only sauna, such turn-ons are easily found, and shared by the various visitors.

At some point, I felt his mouth return to my cock. In the glorious wet haze of his talented blow job, I did a hit of poppers. From the start of my inhaling, the swelling sensation at my cock just grew as he began to suck me. Breathing out, saying "oh fuck yes," I became a total slut, a stranger's lips wrapped around my shaft. Rush makes getting head perfect, just floating along in extended pleasure, cock immense in a warm yielding mouth, centered on letting the person going down on me slide up and down my shaft.

Riding the familiarly almost overwhelming temptation, his mouth becoming the center of my immense cock's existence as his lips slip over it, we continued to play like this for a bit. Moving his mouth away, he asked if he could do a hit. Moaning yes, we shared the bottle as his extended length touched my slippery shaft. Like most poppers users, his preferred style was breathing in and out several times.

My method, developed decades ago with my first girlfriend, involves taking a deep hit and holding it as long as possible, letting the rush of pure sexual intensity continue to grow until no longer able to keep from breathing out. Generally as the irresistible moaning and dirty talk begins to flow unstoppably. Along with the powerful pleasure coming directly from the center of one's sexual being, stripping everything away in raw lust.

In this case, an utterly encompassing pleasure shared by rubbing cocks. Hearing myself say "oh fuck yeah .. cock sucker poppers slut .. fuck yeah sexy cock lover .. I love cock sex" while moving together, cocks merging as his mouth covered mine, his tongue going deep while his hips began to grind in perfect rhythm to our kissing, surrendering myself to his desire again. 

As the poppers wave slowly subsided, my head lolling to the side, it became apparent that the chair was empty. Even more slowly, I realized that an older man was in the shadows to the side, hand under his towel, watching us.

My cocksucker moved back a bit, asking if he could a hit, and promising to do 'something good.' Laying back as he opened my legs, hearing him open the magical little bottle, looking at the now openly stroking voyeur, at most a couple of yards outside the booth. His hands under my knees, his soft tongue began to touch my inner thighs. I moaned, lost in sensation, feeling the teasing tip move closer to my quivering hole, an uncontrollable reaction revealing how much I desired to have my ass licked.




Bathhouse Temptations Ch. 03



Rimming remains one of my greatest bathhouse temptations. It rarely occurs, with this being the first time someone could watch me get licked by man, adding to the turn-on. It ended too soon, as he opened the bottle and did a couple of hits before taking my cock into his mouth again. It was easy to face fuck him in this state, tweaking his nipples, feeling him become a total slut around my naked cock.

He placed the bottle in my hand at some point, allowing me to do another hit. Breathing out, I said 'slow .. oh fuck .. go slow' as he slid further along my shaft. A finger began to rub over a nipple as he reversed direction. The voyeur had moved quite close, though seemingly unwilling to participate even as he kept jacking off, attention focused on the sex I was having with another man. My eyes fluttered shut eventually, only re-opening when feeling the platform shift. As he took the bottle from my hands, he kept moving, now standing on the platform.

I sat up, opened a condom, hearing him breath the scent in and out repeatedly, my lips following the unrolling condom over his cockhead. We soon settled into a rhythm of him doing a hit, sluttily face fucking me for a bit, then resting at the edge of orgasm before repeating the same addictive sequence, often at the prompting of my tongue and lips. Soon, my sucking became louder, as the freely flowing saliva combined with all the suction I could create to make an inconsistent seal of my mouth along his covered shaft.

He began approaching the edge of orgasm repeatedly, begging me to stop, or freezing my head's motion with splayed hands, using the poppers repeatedly. When he lowered the bottle, I did a hit, stroking myself, two cock sluts riding the edge of cumming, sharing the same tastes in completely abandoned sex with a partner unable to resist submitting to the effects of such a perfect sex drug.

At some point, he left my greedy mouth, and looking out again, there was someone sitting in chair again. Quite possibly a different person, though the hard cock looked similar to the first time. Having spent too long avoiding cumming, my cock was no longer so rigid. Hearing him do more hits, he took off the condom. This ended any chance of my sucking him further, though the smell as he neared my mouth with rod in hand was tempting.

But his poppers fueled insistence was meaningless, as it remains a fixed rule virtually without exception (the one time underwater was truly an exception, in so many ways - such as still wearing my glasses underwater while sucking my first bare cock). Admittedly, I've been slipping on using a condom on my own cock while being sucked, but sadly, such laxening of standards in the face of immediate gratification is difficult to slow, much less prevent.

He began to play with my nipples, quite unlike the other time, but still exquisite. "I'm going to cum over all over you" he said, jacking his cock off right in front of me, still daring me not to suck his sexy cock. I sat straighter, a hand rubbing over his sack and between his soft ass cheeks, a finger probing for his ass as he began to groan. 

He came on me as I kept jacking off, rigid, getting off hard without worrying about an orgasm that would not occur when my cock became like this. A state that had my cock feeling like a stiff bar, being polished by pumping fist, pleasure without endpoint. Or, in the past, a sloppy wet cunt or a yielding hot ass. It takes a while to reach, but when achieved, such an erection can last for a long time. 

Today, though, feeling the hot cum splash on me, in multiple places, the sense of being drained without having cum began to overwhelm me. The other man cleaned himself up and left as I simply slumped in the booth, feeling another man's hot juices running down over different parts of my skin.

Looking out, barely able to think, cock still in hand, it became apparent that a man had been watching in the chair. He stood up and began to enter, looking greedily at the hot cum still splattered over my skin, clearly desiring to play more games. However, I was done, and somewhat regretfully, felt forced to turn down what he was offering, sliding past him while murmuring "sorry."



Bathhouse Temptations Ch. 04



Riding home in the gorgeous afternoon fall sunlight, the smell of sex remained in my nose. This was the first time a man's intimate scent provided such a lovely reminder of going down on a willing partner. And the first time my ass felt so good, providing a new sensation of satisfied pleasure sitting on the bike. The last hour had been heavenly, finding a partner in the darkroom whose tastes and abilities meshed perfectly with mine. Along with the other men who had added to the experience. 

The new darkroom has a row of gloryholes, but few visitors seem aware of them yet, in part because of how truly dark the new space is. Certainly that was the case during the last couple of fairly undistinguished visits to the bathhouse, even if getting deep throated until filling a stranger's swallowing mouth with glorious cum in the dark last time was as addictive as ever. Gloryholes provided the first opportunity to come into intimate contact with cock, after decades of getting off alone in porn cabins. A step that has led to becoming a bathhouse regular, fully seduced by the naked pleasure of getting off with other men. 

However, sticking a hard cock through a wall, surrendering completely to getting sucked, cumming totally anonymously into a willing stranger, pressing against an unyielding wall, has a certain allure that is not easily explained to the uninitiated. Even though the simple delight of sinking into a slut's wet mouth is often easily experienced by visiting at any of a number of places where men have sex with each other. The straightforward simplicity of such arrangements is why such possibilities for men to indulge in mutually gratify sexual encounters, often without exchanging a word, have existed for thousands of years.

Though these days, surrendering to the attractions of that long running tradition, my earlier caution has pretty much been abandoned regarding getting sucked, even if it remains for going down on someone else. It has become essentially impossible to resist letting my bare cock get sucked, and at the bath's gloryholes, there hasn't been even a pretense of using a condom. Sticking my cock through, wanting nothing but to have a stranger give me head, teasing me to press against the wall, dick in paradise, poppers ready.

The same entrancing lack of condom use has become the case throughout all the public areas of my favorite sauna, where at least a dozen men have sucked my offered naked cock in the last three visits. Plus at least 5 more during this visit - or possibly more than 8 or 9, as keeping track over an extended period in such a state becomes difficult. A state so desirable in part because keeping track is irrelevant after surrendering to the sheer delight of group sex in the darkness.

Like in the steamroom today, where at least three different men sucked my cock as I did poppers. The first hit came after riding the wave of pleasure from the initial cock sucker going down on me, tempted by my cock stroking in the line dividing the total blackness from the glass door's dim illumination. Along with my reaching for stiff his cock as he drew near, prompting him to bend down and take me into pure bliss, lips and tongue working together, concentrating on my flared cock ridge. 

Getting sucked when doing rush has been one of my longest running sexual desires, beginning with my first three girlfriends and continuing with my wife over the last 2 decades. A not exactly hidden truth of the baths is that they are a place where users of poppers go to have sex with each other, both privately and publicly. Users all experienced in its effects, allowing the magic from the bottle to spread throughout an orgy. Not everyone indulges, of course, but that is the case myself, especially at the start of a visit, where cumming too quickly would lead to a too short visit. 

With the popper's effects just starting to reach their peak before breathing out, a shadow appeared in the corridor, soon resolving itself into a man, who reached out to touch my nipple. His other hand touched mine at the base of the stranger's rod. This is the sort of thing that happens at a male only sauna - one gets hard, one gets sucked by another, then a third man turns the action into a threesome. All in a few uncomplicated minutes.

Being bathed in pleasure through a stranger's soft mouth, the new man started licking my nipple, his now free hand rubbing over my ass cheeks. I was touching both hard cocks, though the new man was not being stroked in the same rhythm as the lips going up and down my horny shaft. When the licking man let his tongue rise to my armpit, I could not stop from moaning, raising my arm and shifting position to give him complete access to another spot that turns me into a willing bathhouse slut.

Soon, his mouth left my unshaved pit, feeling his finger continue to circle my wettened erect nipple as he started to kiss my neck and ear. I turned my head to reach his ear, leading to us soon tongue kissing deeply, as my cock sucker stroked the other man's stiff length. Soon, I had to withdraw, orgasm being far too enticingly close for so early in a visit. The man that had been blowing me rose as the other man bent down, mouths switching places, to my delight. 

I have grown to love such dirty kissing, a total abandonment of any restraint concerning where a stranger's mouth has been, knowing that likely it has been involved with other men just as horny as me. Especially in a case like this, where this sexy mouth had been sucking at least one cock. As our kissing grew more intimate, it became likely he'd been sucking more than me, judging from a texture that is pretty much unique to a cum filled mouth.

Another man joined in, my hand reaching out to find his cock. Which he was playing with, with his eyes turned downwards, clearly getting off watching me getting swallowed in the steamy dimness. Looking around, there were several other pairings - or even a grouping, in at least one case. As we became a foursome split between those sucking and those getting sucked, I gave in and did another hit of rush, breathing out and saying "slow .. fuck yes .. slow .. yeah cock sucker" as hands and mouths worked their magic on horny bodies.

The time stretched on. When orgasm again threatened, it caused me to reluctantly withdraw. Only to feel a new man's mouth envelop my wet dick, slowly growing aware that the foursome had become a fivesome. Male group sex has become something I crave when the opportunity arises, which is almost every bathhouse visit these days. Especially after having given up on using condoms when a man wants to go down on me. Resulting in the current bliss of my bare cock being sucked by three different sluts, none of them concerned about where my cock had been as long as they could put it in their own hot mouth. 

Finally deciding to take another hit of poppers, my cock took full charge after breathing out, starting to face fuck a man while looking and hearing all the gay sex going on around me. Moaning, saying things like "I love cock sex .. cocksucker sex .. mouth fucking .. cock slut .. man sex," holding a stranger's head and pumping his mouth. Fully participating in another male orgy, right hand finding a stiff cock as a man's tongue found my lips, a finger probing my pulsing hole.

The only problem with the steam room is how hot it gets, in a non-metaphorical sense. Waiting as long as possible, seeing the second cock sucker return to my uncovered cock, enjoying comparing the differences in styles while doing a final hit of poppers. Leading me on to fuck another stranger's face, saying the dirty things filling my mind, lost again in the heavenly rush of getting blown by a man. 

Turning to the side, breaking contact as I began to move away, but another mouth easily captured my cock before taking a full step. Likely it belonged to one of the men that had already gone down on me, but by now, this was a minor point - keeping track of details was impossible. Though unable to resist the sensations, it was possible not to add to them by keeping the brown bottle closed, remaining determined to leave as soon as possible. A decision made a bit more complicated by the man licking my nipple, standing in the way, whose cock I was jacking off.

The steam room had become quite full, likely because few men were leaving, essentially all of them being in or soon reaching the same irresistible state, being perfectly pleasured by men wanting sex with other men, in a place where such happens regularly. Visiting a bathhouse once is pretty much a guarantee of visiting in the future, quite possibly for as long as one lives, even when it may not be the most healthy thing. In this case, due to the length of time spent in the heat.

Leaving the steambath, my cock was jutting, covered in glistening saliva, a sight noted by several men as I went to the shower, to cool down and soap off. After years of spent visiting male only saunas, it is no longer a concern about showing how aroused I've become. And it is truly unconcern, as exhibitionism as such does not seem to be a turn-on - well, exhibitionism in the sense of showing off my cock. Having sex in public with one or more men is a real turn-on when other men watch such uninhibited action. 

Finished showering, I noticed the time, and went back upstairs. The cabins and porn room were uninteresting, leading me to enter the darkroom space. Though there was no response to sticking a cock through several of the gloryholes, it was obvious that at least a couple of men were on the platform.

Entering the horizontal space through the rear entrance, it took little time for questing hands to make contact, each of us soon finding the other's cock. Directness is always appreciated in such settings, something that none of the women who I talked to about what goes on at a bathhouse ever seem to understand. 

We soon began jacking each other off, my other hand roaming over a stranger's body, making a map of our relative positions while enhancing our horniness. The lack of light focuses tactile sensations, and adds a level of mystery as there is no way to easily see what a stranger is doing. Which in the case was playing with my cock and nipple, as my hands stroked his cock and fondled his balls, both of us clearly falling under the same spell, cast by equally skilled lovers of anonymous male sex.

Variety, as one would expect, exists in the styles and skills of chance met men, but more than occasionally, one finds a truly matching partner, who understands how to have hot sex with other men. As clearly was becoming the case here. He shifted position to begin to go down on me, making me moan in pure satisfaction, getting sucked by at least the fourth man today. 

He played with a nipple, wonderfully erotic, lips enclosing my shaft. Pumping his cock with my left hand, feeling the reaction along the length of my wet cock, as we continued to get hornier, neither interested in quick cumming. Much like the only way to have group sex is to be in a group, the only way to enjoy sex over a longer period is to not cum quickly.

An attitude we both apparently shared, as we continued doing things to and with each other, fully aware of how good those things were. Balls, ass, lips, fingers - we remained centered around cock, while roaming in other areas. After an extended period of bliss, I fumbled around for a condom, as we had ended up wonderfully positioned for 69. Putting it on in usual fashion, feeling his reaction along my turned on cock, horny beyond belief as I began to go down on him. We soon settled into a perfect haze of cock sucking, using lips and teeth and tongue to delight each other.

At some point, I felt a wet finger against my horny hole, circling enticingly. I'm sure the reaction was obvious to his cock, moving in my moaning mouth. We had lightly explored each other's ass, but this was delightful, matching the wetness coating my sucked cock. After an extended period of anal seduction, involving a repeatedly wettened finger turning me into an ass slut, I had gotten up on my knees- As he lay flat, I went down on him, while feeling his finger continue its incredible journey, one I could not resist.

During this time, we had both rejected a couple of men, remaining focused exclusively on each other. Nonetheless, continuing to sink deeper into the joy of my mouth around a hard cock with my ass settling onto a stranger's perfectly lubricated finger, I felt a man's mouth start to cover my cock. Only muffled moans escaped from my filled mouth, undoubtedly communicating the pleasure spreading itself through my being.

The temptation from the man going down on me did not recede, exactly, but it spurred me on to just let go, to be filled. The first success was at my horny ass, as he began to gently but deeply finger fuck me. This felt like fucking, in a way that playing with my own ass never had, nor what several women had done when making me cum. His finger was playing an extended rhythm, including being repeatedly wettened, inspiring me to go as deep as possible on his cock.

The man at my cock left, for whatever reason, before tempting me too far. This was fine, now starting to play with my spit covered shaft, still being fingered and sloppily sucking in the darkness. By now, the desire to do a hit of rush created a ripple in the ongoing waves of pleasure as I found and opened the bottle. 

Taking a deep hit, I returned to his sexy cock, licking around its flared head, moaning even before breathing out as his finger moved freely in my horny ass. Pressing down on my knees, it was easy to bend deeper, and for one of the first times in my life, I was taking a man really far into my mouth without gagging. We kept on pleasuring each other for an extended interval, until either the same or another man began to take me into his mouth, just a moment after the man fingering my ass had begun playing with my nipple.

When his finger withdrew to be covered in spit again, I opened the bottle, knowing that riding this wave would be fantastic, having fully surrendered to my urges. His lightly circling finger proved just how right I'd been, feeling him anally pleasure me in a way that men seem to share, as if anal sex turns on men more than women. I love having sex with men, in part because of the intersection of power and submission. The man fingering my ass was in charge, however as any man knows, it is the cocksucker that is really in control. But then, the man taking my own rigid length deeper was also in charge, as I just gave in, submerging myself again in pure gay sex at the baths. 

I still only suck covered cock, but now, in the darkroom, after only a couple of hits of rush, I was finally deep throating a man. Even more delightfully, experiencing true finger fucking, my ass no longer tight as his spit covered index finger slid deep into my hole. Reaching this point had been seductively easy, with an unknown partner sharing many of the abilities and interests that fascinate me. Including a simple dedication to mutual satisfaction that can be surprisingly difficult to find, at least in the chaotic setting of a darkroom, where distractions are often plentiful. 

In addition, the beer and bowl had added their own level of sensual enhancement, one made irresistible by the use of poppers. My first experience of poppers was heterosexual, and in my experience, women love the effects as much as men, but in a bathhouse, poppers add to the experience in a way that remains impossible to describe to anyone who hasn't experienced it while having gay sex. And for those who know, any reminder of how good it is, like an available open bottle, tends to lead to falling back into old patterns.

Which is why the next time taking a hit, bent over a sexy man with his cock and finger fully inside me, the man sucking my cock reached over and took the bottle. I could hear him breathe in and out, and felt him pass the bottle back to me, where I carefully closed the top as the effects began growing at my cock. Plus the sensations at my ass and mouth, finally experiencing one of my hottest fantasies, which is to be in the middle of a threesome, having my ass filled while getting sucked or fucked.

Breathing out, getting sucked and sucking, feeling how the rush was making the other man a complete slut, a hand fondling my balls as we shared the animal intimacy of poppers. Soon, I was moving my ass up and down against a stiff finger, treating it like a small fucking cock. My nose ended up buried in his balls, experiencing the smells and wetness between his legs. I slid my arm under his thigh, touching and probing his now slippery ass.

We returned to being a pair, having reached a perfect plateau of mutual stimulation, though the sounds and motions of sex surrounded us. Things continued to blur in the delightful haze which anonymous male group sex and poppers creates, distantly aware that at least one other man sucked my cock, my ass being fingered the entire time.

I'd finally reached the point of no return, retaining just enough awareness to realize I could still do a last hit before losing all control. Breathing in deeply, surrendering fully to what both men were doing to me while going down on the man pleasuring my ass so perfectly. Soon, my sucked cock, fingered ass, and cock filled mouth seemed to grow into a single overwhelming orgasm, my lips at the base of his now pulsing cock, my finger sliding deeper into his wet ass, smelling his intoxicatingly erotic scent, my naked cock jetting cum into a stranger's mouth as the other man pressed his finger as deep as possible.

Lost again in the most addictive sexual games that horny men can devise to share, knowing this was just another step into becoming a man able to fully participate in the sort of sex that happened so often around me here.



Bathhouse Temptations Ch. 05



My reaction in the steamroom to his finger touching my ass was pure sluttiness, moving my hips to encourage further explorations. I'd already been involved in a delightful threesome, then sucked by a couple of men. Including one who tried, at least twice, to have my slick rod enter his ass - after I'd already played with his naked cock as another man fucked him. There are certain fundamental rules involving bathhouse fun, just as there are rules involving riding a motorcycle, regardless of what one feels in the moment. 

His mouth was talented, and though getting my horny cock sucked among all the other men getting off in the steamy dimness was as satisfying as ever, there was no question of breaking those rules, especially after knowing how casually he was breaking them himself. Turning away after a third attempt to switch his mouth with his truly tempting and slippery soft hole, another willing partner quickly took his place.

While my left hand found this new man's jutting shaft, we soon brought our cocks into contact. By this point, no longer caring about the sort of concerns that used to be part of a cautious approach to bathhouse sex, wanting nothing but the wonderful turn on of a man's sexy stiff rod touching mine. Besides, though the cocksucker was unable to turn me on enough to slide my cock into his offered and already fucked ass, his sincere desire and oral skills had left me in a truly turned on state. 

A state clearly shared by the man I was beginning to move closer to, feeling his fingers gently rub my sweaty nipples as our cocks slid sensually back and forth. We were both falling under the same spell, focusing on each other even as we were surrounded by strangers having sex. He began to kiss my neck, making it easy for my tongue to find his ear, hearing him sigh in response to my actions. Soon, we became ever more intimately entwined, his hand replacing mine as our cocks kept sliding in pure male bliss. A stranger's saliva was mixing with sweat and pre-cum, providing irresistible lubrication in the easy fashion that makes group sex at a male only sauna so attractive, and why so many men who encounter it once become dedicated repeat visitors. 

The now free right hand began sliding over his wet chest. Thumb and index finger squeezing his hard nipple as our cocks kept grinding, mouths joining. Our tongues played back and forth, pleasure shifting between conquest and surrender, sometimes letting the other take control, sometimes forcing the other to be controlled. We were an obviously experienced pair enjoying themselves on a Sunday afternoon at the baths in traditional fashion, though finding such a matching partner is always surprising. 

He moved back a bit, pausing in what had started to become a heady rush to mutually flooding orgasm. His hands began to do delightful things to my nipples as I returned to jacking off, his tongue sliding over my neck, making me twist it to expose as much area as possible to his kissing. His cock remained delightful to stroke, prompting me to look at it in the dimness. 

Our cocks appeared quite similar when gazing down, holding his stiff shaft. I love looking at hard cock, the first orgasms with another person involving jacking off with a high school friend. Getting turned on enough to no longer look at the porn mags, with the glorious bushes and sexy bare nipples that had brought us to this enthralling condition, but at each other. Seeing how sex ruled the expression on another's face, before shifting our interest to the other's horny, and then orgasming cock.

Back then, we never touched, which at least allowed one's attention to hot cock to be concentrated enough to feel no shame at getting off with another male. And to avoid any question of whether our friendship had a distinctly sexual aspect, beyond just jacking off around each other. Looking back, it was probably better in general that we never fell into the easy sex that men can enjoy.

A fact discovered decades later, sinking into an entirely new realm of sex. Cock to cock games erase any sense of dimension with the pure intensity of sexual contact, a contact that feels immense, wiping away rational frameworks in primal lust. Having seen enough in the dim dampness, I brought our flared cockheads together again, making both of us moan as our most sensitive skin slid around another man's. 

The heat's presence became stronger, making me lean back a bit against the curved tile wall. His hand went between us, positioning each cockhead into the sack of the other, providing the first enticing hint of his interests. Quickly, it became impossible not to respond to such temptation, our cocks returning to their previous rhythm, surrounded by the other's wetly yielding flesh. Our mutual enjoyment continued until he pulled back again, saying he needed to slow down as his hand began to slide between my thighs. 

Flexing a bit, spreading my legs, sinking into the sensation of his fingers lightly running over hair and skin. Feeling my hips begin to gyrate, wanting his tempting finger to touch my soft ring. A desire he soon responded to, though in measured fashion, letting me fully reveal my sluttiness. It was like dancing in a way, prompting a partner to follow an obvious lead.

I had his cock in my firm grasp, but the lead being followed was the circling of his hovering fingertip, lightly caressing the hair around my hole. He could feel my grip gradually slacken in response, the motion stopping completely when he begin to play with a nipple. Groaning in satisfaction, his finger began to move against my ass, making me sink against its enticing pressure, wanting it to penetrate further.

As his gentle fingering continued, my hand fell from his cock. Allowing the chance to take this visit's first hit of rush, a perfect opportunity to indulge, a finger playing with my horny hole, surrounded by men having sex with each other. I held the hit as long as possible, feeling his hand join my cock with his, saying 'slowly .. oh fuck .. slowly .. cock lover.' My hips swayed, cock and ass and nipple blending in sexual ecstasy, hovering on the verge of cumming. Fortunately, he seemed to understand how to keep a man from losing control during that first wave, fully aware of how good that can be.

After a delightful interval, I brought the bottle back up, telling him that poppers were available. He said he wasn't interested, so I did a second hit, breathing out slowly near his nose and mouth, aware that rush can be shared this way. Something my first girlfriend and I used to do regularly when having sex face to face, though he preferred using poppers when getting fucked hard from behind on her hands and knees. I held myself as still as possible while exhaling over an extended period of time, riding waves of sexual intensity, waiting for him to respond to the poppers. 

Which he did, his breath quickening as my mouth stayed near his, lungs finally empty of the intoxicating scent. Starting to play with one of his nipples, he groaned and moved, his cock soon rubbing against mine. Rubbing that rapidly became grinding as our tongues met and swirled in a deepening kiss, fueled by the animal power that rush provides to its turned on users. His finger returned to its magical touching, making me return to doing my best to entice him play with my still unusually willing hole, distantly surprised at how slutty I'd become in the steamroom. 

His finger circled my quivering ass as his tongue explored my yielding mouth. When the finger's tip began to move past my pulsing ring, I moaned loudly, the sensations perfectly enhanced by the poppers we'd shared, letting him do me, urging him on as sexily as possible. I could see and hear men sucking and fucking all around when softly spoken words entered my awareness. 

"... to a booth?"

"Upstairs? Yes .. oh fuck yes. Sexy cock .. finger me .. upstairs" was my vaguely coherent reply, humping his upward jutting cock against mine. Then sinking into uncontrollable bliss, feeling his finger go deeper, unable to keep from slumping as his finger began moving inside me. This was starting to resemble my last memorable visit, where I had been wonderfully fingered while deep throating a man in the darkroom. 

We left to shower and soap, quickly moving together under one showerhead, our slippery cocks soon sliding together, returning to our earlier rhythm, uncaring if anyone could see us. He fingered my ass again as we kissed deeply, all in public on a Sunday afternoon in the bathhouse showers. I soaped our cocks, loving another style of lubrication, one that has often tempted me to play with myself here over the years. My soapy fingers explored his ass cheeks, including a bit of touching of his clearly sensitive hole, feeling his reaction along our joined cocks. Disengaging, he needed to move my hand off my rod a couple of times, having become completely overwhelmed by lust.

Upstairs, it took little time to resume our games. We lay side by side, my right hand playing with cock as he rose a bit to begin to tongue my nipple, his fingers lightly touching the sensitive hair on my inner thighs. My growing sighs encouraged him to do the same over the curly hair covering my sack, his lips sucking my nipple past his teeth. The grip on his cock became less consistent, my attention becoming less focussed, allowing him to know precisely the things that made me ever hornier.

Sighs soon turned to groans, his fingers now playing with the hair around my hole. His cock was still hard, but my hand had stopped its stroking, letting him continue to make me a complete slut. A true ass slut, in surprisingly direct fashion. Anal play has always been a real turn on, but this was the first time I was being a truly active participant, encouraging what was happening, not merely delighting in it. 

His mouth moved from my nipple, tongue sliding over my neck before reaching opened lips. At the same time, his finger began to teasingly press against my wanting hole. We continued to kiss, my moaning being smothered as his face covered mine. Finding and jacking my stiff length, his fingers continuing to explore between my legs, caressing skin and hair in fantastic combination. 

Just as in the steam room, this first contact prompted me to do a hit of rush. Which required far more concentration than expected, even though all I'd brought into the room was a couple of condoms and the brown bottle, removing the need to fumble through the black bag. My moving hips, rising and circling beneath my raised knees, continued to be the center of my being. This forced my hand to sweep futilely for a bit, before turning my head sideways to look around. 

His tongue returning to my nipple did not make finding the poppers easier, but after an interval of pure surrender to his finger, hand, and mouth, I finally did a hit. Followed by being extremely careful ensuring the bottle was tightly closed before breathing out. Knowing that very soon, my entire being would be overwhelmed by the addictively sexual enhancement provided by poppers. 

Breathing out, I felt his now wettened finger began to circle the smooth skin around my ring. "Fuck yes .. oh fuck yes .. like that .. just like that" I said, spreading my legs. At some point, his finger left, but before I could beg him to keep touching me there, it returned. 

It slid deeper, his saliva providing the ideal lubrication, distantly shocked as I began to do my best to fuck his finger.

As the effects of the poppers receded, it became possible to find and open a condom. Lifting myself up to suck his cock, an intention made plain as I began to unrolling the latex down his cockhead, mouth following. However, before I had even covered his glans, he took the condom from my hand, and put it on himself properly.

I love cocksucking, and it did not take long for my experienced mouth to bring to the edge of orgasm. His hands wrapped around my head, stopping me, a reversal from our previous roles. For the next period of time, we played the same game of bringing a man to the brink of cumming, only to be stopped using his hands or thighs to prevent me from moving my mouth along his quiveringly sexy rod. Though I did add the exquisite torture of using my tongue, slowly licking over his tight skin whenever he forced such a pause on my going down on him.

When my left hand rubbed over his tight balls, he shuddered, quickly stilling my head from further motion. The same thing happened when I touched his ass, making it easy to keep him truly turned on, orgasm remaining just out of reach. Not cumming for an extended period of time is a simple way to ensure a larger orgasm after it becomes impossible to stop the hot flood from jetting out, beyond any control. 

He finally rolled away, and stood up at the end of the platform. His hands held my ankles as he lifted his arms. forcing my legs higher, causing my back to bend as my hips rose effortlessly. He was between my open thighs, in a perfect position to do anything he wanted with my horny ass.

A position very rarely felt in over 40 years of sexual experience. The initial time involved my first girlfriend rimming me, after getting me wonderfully stoned, turning me on before licking my ass. She told me to lay down and lift my legs, positioning me so my ass was pointing towards the ceiling, completely accessible. Holding my stiff rod, promising that I would love what was about to happen, saying she had read about this technique in the Joy Of Gay Sex.

Creating an indelible association between rimming and gay sex, one cemented by the reality of getting rimmed on my first bathhouse visit, decades later. Over the next couple of days, we would get stoned and read through the book together before she had to give it back to its owner. Though sexy at times as we played with ourselves looking at our first exposure to gay sex, the section on rimming had been the highlight of what we tried. 

In the present, it wasn't a woman about to give a rim job that stood over me like that. Slowly, the realization grew that he could fuck me. A realization that effortlessly led to simple acceptance, finally giving in to possibly my oldest remaining temptation. Knowing he had a condom covered with my spit made it easy to dismiss concerns about losing my virginity this way. Especially considering just how much I wanted to be fucked by a man, a desire fueled by today's couple of bowls and beer, returning to a later 70s style of sex. Getting stoned before getting off is something I've been in love with since first experiencing it, though it has become truly fantastic in combination with regularly visiting the baths. 

The first touch of his cock on my ass not only brought a gasp at the sensation, but an overwhelming desire to let his cock use me however it wanted. From the point he'd lifted me, I'd been stroking myself, able to enter the sort of horny haze that arose whenever playing with my own ass and looking at porn, straight or gay. Anal play had been something explored in that youthful stage, becoming less important as the 80s continued, with its dire consequences for what had so turned me on.

His cockhead circled my soft ring, sliding smoothly, lubricated with my, spreading it over my crack. By this point, perfectly aware that for the first time in my life, in this position, a man would fuck me. A man whose sexy rod I'd gone down on, who had fingered me expertly, kissing wetly while cock to cock, a stranger as turned on as I. A man that wanted to enter my still virgin ass, just as I wanted feel a cock enter me.

His hand moved his cock down, making me gasp in wonder, as this small shift led to a fantastically encompassing sensation. A mutually desired result, one I'd never knew felt so good, his cockhead spreading my ass wider, pressing in. Making me realize just how perfectly cock is designed to enter another person for their pleasure. Offering myself to a man, the still stroking hand merely becoming a part of the background as his cock kept going further. 

"Fuck me .. oh god yes .. fuck me" I begged, his cock beginning to pass through my yielding but tight ring. Allowing more than just letting a man's cock touch my hole, feeling it move deeper, fulfilling a 4 decade old fantasy. The reality, as has essentially been always the case when having sex with men, was far beyond previous imagining.

Moving inexorably deeper, a sense of burning also arose as he forced himself deeper. And unlike during an earlier visit being finger fucked when sucking cock, the loosening I'd experienced moving my lubricated ass did not seem to happen. Not that I cared, precisely, particularly knowing that the size of his cock was much greater than any finger. Besides, such burning is almost a cliche, especially when lube is not used liberally. 

"Take a lot of hits now" he said, reminding me of the poppers. Oddly enough, poppers are personally associated with having someone go down on me, both for some of my first truly addictive experiences and in the present. Though in the past, when playing with my ass using fingers or dildos lubed with Vaseline, they had certainly played a role, at least until becoming unavailable in the later 1980s. 

Putting my knees over his shoulders, I turned my head, the right hand leaving my cock so as to do a hit from the brown bottle, fully aware that a man's cock had started fucking me. Floating in the reality of experiencing gay sex at its late 70s peak, doing poppers after getting stoned, finding a hot man to fuck me. Knowing that as far as possible, this opportunity met all necessary conditions, based over decades of learning. The scent from the opened the bottle led me on, fully giving in to something desired since learning about it as a high schooler, something none of the woman that pleasured my ass provided.

That may sounds strange in a sense, but in my experience of several women getting me off with anal games, none truly understood what it meant to fuck someone. Here in the baths, a man stood over me gripping my legs, beyond question taking what he wanted from the willing slut underneath him. The one whose jutting cock was more obviously turned on than any woman's wet pink cunt, even the one during the first time I fucked my first girlfriend's tight ass, both of us stoned and drunk on plum wine. 

With the roles reversed in the present, me being the one wanting cock, not the one on top. Accepting that my body had been passively offering anal sex from the point he lifted my legs, realizing that our desire had grown overwhelming following his first touch at my horny hole in the steambath. A style of touching whose effects he appeared confidently more aware of than I, adding to the excitement of finally being fucked by a skilled man. 

Breathing the poppers in for a single deep hit, ensuring the bottle was firmly shut before letting myself go. My hand returned to playing with my stiff length, a man's cock starting to move in and out of my ass, abandoning myself to whatever happened, trusting in circumstance and preparation. Though soon being carried along in a roaring current of unstoppable lust, beyond any such thoughts.

Breathing out, hearing myself beg "Fuck me, fuck me so good, fuck me like a man." The burning receded, though the tightness remained. His balls were against mine, his progress stilled as my ass held his cock. My own stroking slowed, finger and thumb pressing just below my flared cockhead. The combination of sexual impulses overwhelmed me, making me realize just why so many men want to be fucked. Understanding that getting fucked is as good as doing it. 

As the rush receded, his cock withdrew slowly. My fingers went between my legs, in part to see if the condom was still on, giving in to a bit of remembered caution. But mainly to feel his hot cock reverse direction, letting me become aware of how it felt to be a bottom, the one wanting to be fucked. 




Bathhouse Temptations Ch. 05



After several more luxurious strokes, he lowered my legs, laying down on his towel next to me. His wet finger returned to playing with my fucked hole as I caressed his nipple. He was no longer completely hard, though he remained condom covered. A couple of moments passed before horniness prompted me to move on top of him, trying to position his cock to return inside. My left hand held his cock, the right hand sliding over my jutting rod. 

Pressing down, taking some time until it became possible to have his cockhead move around my ring, jacking off as he played with my nipples. Over my moaning, he began to speak.

"Let me see you finger yourself."

This is something I'd never really done with a partner. His asking was a real turn on, removing any hesitation. Oddly, this form of fingering felt even more private than the fucking we had just shared. His fingers kept squeezing my nipples as he added "Show me how you fuck yourself," obviously aware of my most intimate masturbation secret.

Moving away from his cock, my middle finger began touching my hole in front of a man, bringing me to the absolute edge of orgasm, stroking hand stilled, poised to resume after the point had passed. A stranger was having me play with my own horny ass, astraddle him. I haltingly explained, playing with myself, that I'd never really done this with anyone. Along with explaining about never being fucked, and how amazing it'd been to lose my virginity to his wonderful cock. 

Leading to talking about men compared to women in terms of anal sex, that men understand fucking in a way women don't. Something now proven, I added pantingly, there being nothing like getting fucked by a man's hot cock. At that point, he mentioned opening the door, letting other men join in. Panting "no" in response, turned on by the thought but recognizing what had remained in comfortable boundaries till now was a true luxury, one easily lost when others were added to such games.

The reality being that just him alone was as much excitement as possible to take, talking with a horny stranger about anal sex. He told about being fucked himself, after I mentioned fucking men and women in the ass. Noting that the women who'd played with my ass using a dildo seemed uncertain about fucking in a way that no one with a cock would be.

His name was Christopher, he answered, after I told him mine. An exchange that occurred while feeling his wettened finger slide along mine, circling my anal ring. Soon, laying next to him, with knees raised and spread, he probed my ass gently, fingers flicking through my bush, an exquisite technique. At times licking my nipple, with a couple of detours to bathe my armpit with his tongue, forcing sighs of delight each time. Talking about sex, playing with his balls, basking in the reality that this man had fucked my hot ass. 

Following at least two more rounds of making his finger wet before sliding it around and in my hole, he said to get up on hands and knees, clearly intending to take me again. Repeating the advice that I should do a lot of poppers, for the second time today my body willingly positioned itself to have a cock enter it, wanting the sensation of pure gay sex. 

Doing just one deep hit, after closing the bottle, my hand returned to jacking off. Breathing out, he began slowly pressing me down as his cock opened my ring, accompanied again with a bit of burning. Which faded quickly into the background, especially after returning to jacking off. 

Unlike the first time, this position led to growing weight on top of me. As his cockhead began entering my ass, it became impossible to keep from sinking lower. Though at times pushing back, his need to fuck me harder kept forcing me down to the platform, to the point of ending my jacking off. At least until I turned a bit to the side, allowing me to resume stroking. The combination of anal sex and masturbation was perfect, providing a level of pure sexual satisfaction beyond my previous knowledge. In part because of how his body pressed against mine, making it easy to just surrender to his desire.

Nonetheless, the burning grew more obvious, undoubtedly due to a lack of lubrication. Pulling out, we soon returned to laying side by side. Even no longer hard, my cock remained on the very edge of cumming, hand still playing with it. Licking my neck, joined by a slippery finger circling my nipple, he wettened another finger. Touching my ass, the other fingers running lightly over the hairs between my balls and hole while I played with my cock, he brought me into a paradise of pure male bliss.

This technique continued to delightfully weave its way through my mind, turning speech turning less coherent. At least in the sense of normal conversation, though obviously, saying things to him like "only men know .. fuck so good .. cock" and "I want to cum .. only men know how to fuck .. cock fucking" between the intervals of sighs or moans as he pleasured me. Such helplessly horny babbling provided more precise information about me than the precise words could.

Turning me to the side while repeating how much I needed to cum, my hand reached back to caress his hard, still condom covered, cock. Bringing it closer, lifting my right leg over his thigh, doing a hit of rush at the very start of experimenting with another variation of sex with a man. He knew what I wanted, positioning us precisely to allow his cock to enter. "Oh fuck .. god .. cock .. man fuck" poured from my lips, still attempting to hold the hit in.

His now penetrating cock created an overwhelming desire, one beyond control as another man used me for sex. I loved it, my hole surrounding a rigid rod, allowing me to experience the joy of being a man's bottom. The poppers started adding themselves to what was happening, removing the last of whatever inhibitions still existed. 

Breathing out, the words continued with my fist pumping faster - "Fuck me .. like a man .. cock fucking .. man fucking .. god yes." But the cock stroking, good as it was, remained secondary to the reality of how good it felt getting fucked up the ass. Starting to lose all reference to myself as the sensation of being fucked by a man filled my being with an unbelievable lust, one utterly satisfied simply by laying there. 

Barely able to do a third hit, knowing that orgasm was unavoidable, doing my best to enhance it with all the tricks discovered in the late 70s, when I first learned about gay sex. A desperately desired orgasm, though not merely one from my rigid cock. As he started truly fucking me while laying on my side, it felt like his cock was inside my own, taking control of my body's desires, as if my hand was sliding up and down over both cocks in an incredibly sexual fashion. 

Merging together as I began to growl things like "don't stop .. man fucker ,, fuck me .. cock god .. make me cum." The approaching wave of pure orgasm made my hand motion faster as my no longer virgin hole tightened around another man's penetrating cock, feeling his hand pull my hip tighter. All of this creating an all enveloping sensation coming from my filled ass.

One that had me spurting freely, words like "fuck me .. fuck me .. don't stop .. fuck me" filling the booth. The wave crashing over me was as intense as any other first time, whether getting sucked by my first girlfriend, bra and panty less in a long blue dress after coming home from the senior prom. Or fucking her in the woods a few days after our senior prom. Then later fucking her tight ass, or her rimming me. Or discovering a coil vibrator, living with a married couple, where both the wife and the husband provided instruction in getting off with a serious vibrator. Followed years later by experiencing group sex at a bathhouse. 

Now, the rush added an extra level of male enjoyment to my first experience of being a horny man's bottom, his cock fucking in perfect harmony to my jetting cock, uncaring just how freely the cum was flying, hearing liquid spurts splashing against the wall. Panting helplessly as he kept fucking me, extending orgasm as his cock quivered, buried in my sexy fuck hole, his clenching hand and animal moaning further proof that a man was cumming inside me.

After a period of pure contentment laying with the man that had taken my anal virginity, we separated. We were both on our backs, where I saw him take off and knot the condom after showing me how it held his white cum. The gesture was appreciated, as he tossed the used condom to the trash bin at the end of the platform. 

His hand then ran over my body, encountering some of the cum that had ended up on me. He spread it around before taking his hand to spread the cum over my face. I was totally wiped out, and uninterested in opening my mouth. 

He had stayed half hard, giving me the opportunity to make him hard yet again. I played with him, sitting between his legs, - occasionally bringing him near orgasm by fondling his balls or touching his ass, enjoying the sight of the cock that had made me cum so hard.

The fully enthusiastic response that had consumed both of us had left me completely drained. As he prepared to leave in satisfied good humor, my thoughts were still far too scattered to think ahead, even though all I had to gather was a towel, the bottle, and a condom. 

Turning around before leaving the booth, I heard him say "Remember me the next time you get fucked" with a smile as we parted. Deep down, I knew exactly what he meant, as the desire to be fucked like that again made my cock stir.