Telling me to lay back, his finger slid over my hole, the first touch making me falling under the spell of his experience and skill. The slippery sensation was very distinct from getting rimmed, and I couldn't help reacting as his finger began to play over my ass. He was standing between my legs, his arm barely moving as the pressure and motion increased.
'You like it' I heard, making me move my hips a bit while moaning 'oh yeah' in reply. His other hand began to touch my nipple, causing my right hand to grip my till now ignored cock. For the first time in my life, a man was playing with my ass with my very willing cooperation, without my asking first. By this point, all barriers were gone, obliterated by that first wet touch, something no man had ever done before with such thorough preparation.
He knew, truly knew, what I was experiencing, taking full advantage of it, with me completely helpless to withstand the pleasure centered on my perfectly lubricated ass, being played with by another man. He had already cum when I sucked off his condom covered cock, fingers squeezing his sensitive nipples, bringing him to the point of orgasm several times before he could no longer hold back. Finally, unable to stop his orgasm, he began moaning loudly as I went down on him, standing over me on the platform, a finger gently probing his quivering anal ring. His hands barely supported him as he leaned further against the wall, hips pumping his rigid cock into my mouth.
I first noticed him standing next to a red car in the parking lot of a drugstore across the street from the bathhouse. I had gone in to buy condoms, and he was stilling milling around, as I gave him a longer look while leaving. He was Asian, about my height and age. Not for the first time, when looking at another man in the general vicinity of the bathhouse entrance, it seemed certain that he would be a fellow visitor. The offered sexual delights found in the baths become wonderfully addictive over time, and the way he looked at my crotch after I gazed at him provided a bit of insight into his horniness.
Inside the sauna, another attempt to take pictures failed, mainly because the chip wasn't actually in the camera, something I hadn't even thought to check. Drinking a slightly delayed beer helped in changing my attitude. Finishing it quickly, I went upstairs. The porn was not very interesting, though the Asian man was sitting in the first row of the theater, wearing his towel.
The darkroom was empty, making it easy to decide to take a hit of rush before going downstairs again. This cloudy and cool late summer Tuesday afternoon, the sauna seemed to be attracting a steady stream of visitors. Closing the bottle, feeling the familiar effects flood through me, I left the booth, breathing out at the top of the spiral staircase.
Going downstairs, I took off my towel halfway down the stairs, then stepped into the shower are, only a bit distracted when soaping my now swelling cock. Stepping to the whirlpool, a man was resting his head on his hands of the edge directly across from the steps. His legs were spread, his ass displayed, a fairly clear advertisement of his desires. Ones I might not have shared exactly, but long experience has taught me that such obvious sluts rarely turn down any opportunity to have a stranger make them hard.
A trait I share, something that did not take him long to discover. Sitting near him, the seat jets bubbling, it took little time for our legs to touch, followed by my hand beginning to stroke his leg, then moving up along his inner thigh. He sighed when my questing fingers found his cock, which began to grow as his own hand began to explore my body.
Both of us growing hard, he twisted, tempting me to fuck him. A temptation unsuited for the whirlpool in my opinion, not that I haven't seen men indulging it in the past, stroking myself while watching. Our horniness steadily increasing in mutual enjoyment, we grew entwined, playing with nipples and cocks. Several men had entered the whirlpool, though none joined in. When the central fountain started, the splashing was just too much to deal with, though the cock stroking almost balanced it out. Cock jutting, I left the water, went to the shower, again soaping my shaft in public, a habit I'm finding increasingly easy to indulge in.
Towelling dry with nobody around, I returned upstairs. The Asian man was still in the theater area, on the first row next to the entrance passage, prompting me to sit on the opposite corner of the top row. I spread my towel, and started playing with my cock. But again, the porn was not particularly arousing. The other man was stroking while glancing towards me, holding his left hand over his cock, keeping it from view. Modesty is not common in the baths, and is something that leaves me uninterested.
Returning downstairs, having done another hit of rush, I went into the steamroom. Holding a couple of condoms in my left hand, it did not take long for me to reach the darkened rear area, following the enticing sounds of cock sucking. One man had been standing near the entrance, another had passed me near the interior shower entrance, both seemingly available. By the time a bathhouse visitor has entered the steam room, 'available' has several levels, most of them easily understood, even when one does not share the same precise framework.
A lot more sex occurs in the dim back section than in the somewhat lit entrance area. Anonymous group sex tends to favor those places where people feel hidden, not that horny men aren't generally willing to enjoy sex whenever it places itself right in front of their naked cock.
Entering the back, the fact that my eyes barely adapted to the minimal light level offered an explanation for my outstretched arms, even if the main purpose was discovering if any horny men were in easy reach. A simple fiction of the polite variety - anyone uninterested would only be brushed before moving away, while those interested generally reply in kind.
Today, such not exactly faux bumbling was unnecessary, as a male figure approached in the slowly lifting gloom. Our hands met as we passed, making both of us stop. Our mutual sighs added to the obvious sexual connection, unsurprising in a male only steambath. Unhurriedly, our hands explored the other's body, cock on both of our minds, both finding it and being found.
His cock was thick, already fairly erect, my grasping and playing with it making it stiffer, just as his sliding touch did the same to my lengthening shaft. We drew closer, shifting our bodies from a 180° angle to 90°, then 45°. He bent down, somewhat unexpectedly, his mouth sliding over my willing cockhead. I was able to move his head away, by turning closer, my now slick cock touching his. A compromise, of sorts, one that my cock fully agreed with, the slippery contact making us moan as we kissed, grinding, our bodies melding in the heat.
I was breaking a somewhat flexible rule, cock to cock fun normally only being acceptable in the whirlpool's swirling waters. However, realistically, there is no way to consistently resist the temptation of such purely male contact, at least after experiencing it, especially in the sexually charged environment of the baths. As our cocks continued to press together, we shared the delight of having the other do the stroking, sliding along the sweaty skin of the other. I couldn't stop, and clearly, he wanted to feel another cock along his thick shaft. We were well matched, his thick heft balanced by my length, and he seemed as delighted by it as I was of his size in my hand, too large to be covered by a condom as the desire to suck him bubbled through my mind.
A man approached us from the better lit passage, cock clearly half hard. It was easy to reach out and bring him closer, his hand stretching to find my cock, encountering the hand of the first man already playing with it. A circumstance that made him step closer, as I felt a hand join mine along the newcomer's cock, completing the process of bringing another man into our circuit of animal pleasure.
It only took a moment before the new man bent down to taste my cock, his lips beginning at my nipple, then sliding down my body. The sensations of two men jacking me off made it impossible to resist when he tasted my cock, my reaction suspended by the pleasure of his lips around my cockhead. However, it was possible to eventually move his mouth off my wanting cock, though slower than perhaps necessary, a certain reluctance continuing to overcome my generally firm adherence to certain rules when playing with strangers at a bathhouse.
Such as using a condom when getting sucked, a rule still followed in the broad sense. But today, a fog was filling my mind, a fog my cock enjoyed immensely, leaving familiar concerns to fade in the steamy dimness, naked and surrounded by sluts. Both of whom who had already kissed my cock, much like how the man in the whirlpool had rubbed his soft asshole against my stiff rod.
Stroking myself after someone has made my cock wet is not exactly a compromise, being far too fantastic for me to resist. A fourth man was pulled in by my original partner, and as our threesome continued to mutually jack off, his mouth went down on me as the second man played with my nipple while the first kissed me deeply. Again, barely, I broke contact,my cock delightfully slippery.
Cock to cock again with my first partner, I knew just how irresistible such recklessness could become. One of the first three, or possibly a fourth man, whose erection I had discovered in the dimness, tasted my cock in the sweaty darkness. And the man I had been playing with was equally enthusiastic - bringing in yet another man to our group, as both of us continued to enjoy the attention of the ongoing stream of partners.
The group shifted its various members over time, with plenty of cocksucking in evidence, as one man bent down to satisfy their oral desires. Generally, I and the first man remained in contact, providing a certain focus, our shared skill in enhancing anonymous group sex evident. Like stroking his nipple while watching his magnificent cock be sucked. Or feeling his lips again on my glistening cockhead when no one was playing with it.
That caused me to pull his head up to kiss him, feeling totally slutty, being turned on at the kinky reality that my tongue was deep in the mouth of a turned on cocksucker, tasting the sexy results of his talent. We naturally turned to keep kissing, our cocks jutting.
