Surrounded by at least another half dozen naked men having sex in the darkroom, finally taking a break after an extended period doing poppers with another man as the crowd grew around us. I'd almost cum several times, played with several cocks, and gone down on the first man who had entered the space. A man riding at least his second cock, feeling the motion of his body along the arm he'd placed next to me. The man I'd already considered fucking myself just a couple of minutes ago, his inviting ass positioned over my cock after the first man he had ridden left.
An invitation at a primal level, his yielding soft ring sliding against my cockhead. Thinking how easy it would be to do another hit, and slide into a sexy slut's fucked hole bareback. An idea that left a small part of myself pointing out just how risky that would be. As other men began to jostle us, it seemed a wise point to collect things in the darkness, including the locker key. Fumbling more condoms from the bag, unable to find the rush bottle in the dark.
Fruitlessly searching for the poppers, the opportunity to just sink my cock into an already fucked stranger's ass passed, as the man moved to service someone else in the dark, hearing him go down on a new stranger.
Leading me to finger fuck him with my left middle finger, for the fifth or sixth time, again making him moan around the cock in his mouth. Talking dirty, saying thing "fuck yes" and "hot ass" and "sexy cocksucker" as he moved his sexy hole in rhythm to my circling finger.
Finally, no longer so utterly cock crazed, concentrating on finger fucking, I took the time to gather my wits, realizing just how wild the orgy had grown. Also slowly realizing that gathering my possessions again was extremely practical. I found the locker key, the bag, and some condoms that had been pulled out earlier, but the brown bottle still wasn't to be found.
Allowing for a bit of reflection concerning the last period of time that had led to being in the middle of an orgy, surrounded by men having group sex. Knowing that further searching was the best way to find the poppers, but unconcerned for now.
I'd been in the dark for a while, simply waiting, having been at the baths for an hour and a half already, including some group fun in the steamroom. However, in general, it had been one of the more tame visits, leading to seriously considering leaving. A man came in, and feeling my foot at the edge, he went onto the platform, towel spread near mine, on his stomach.
It was easy to assume he wanted to be fucked even more anonymously - or with more partners - than possible in a cabin. My interests were a bit different. Leaning over, I started to caress his back and legs. Soon teasingly stroking his inner thighs, sliding lower each time my fingers returned from their journeys over his broad back and along his stretched out arms. As he sighed and opened his legs, my fingers began to play along his sides, seeking his nipples as I began to kiss his shoulders.
Gradually, he shifted position enough for me to make one of his nipples harden, finally reaching out to find my body in the darkness. Making me moan when his fingers began to play with hair around my sack. Still able to focus enough on my own target, sliding a hand under his tilted hip, feeling his downward pointing cock, along with its rubber cock ring.
Seconds after touching his cock, his fingers began to move along my now irresistibly lengthening shaft, causing gasps when they lingered under my cockhead. Getting mutually horny in the dark, knowing how to create temptation while being tempted, within a space designed to meet other men to have anonymous sex with. He rolled over, exposing his front, allowing the chance to take advantage of his now hardened length, tongue running slowly over his chest, looking for a nipple to lick.
Finding one was a perfect invitation to begin playing with each other, mutual cock fun involving a variety of skills. Sometimes jacking each other, other times jerking our own cocks, letting a stranger enhance the intimate pleasure of masturbating. Inevitably, our cocks touched, my hand guiding the first mutual grinding session, only letting him take over after being certain that orgasm was receding.
Only to quickly realize that his expert touch had brought me almost immediately to the edge, our cocks clasped in his grip, thrusting myself ever more mindlessly. Finally, my hand replaced his, allowing the chance to experience his cock in a number of ways. Cockheads circling each other, or each cockhead pressed into the other man's sack, or grinding the length of our cocks against each other.
A third man pushed his way onto the platform, causing us to shift to accommodate him. I moved to the other side, as my partner reversed position, feet now pointing to the wall. Scrambling a bit, it was possible to keep everything together in the darkness, finding myself mainly in the center now, a stranger's cock temptingly close.
With a condom already available, it took little time for me to start going down on his hot cock. His moans seemed somewhat muffled, making my wonder whether he was kissing the new man, or licking his chest, or maybe going down on him. Sucking his stiff cock, left hand at the base, my right hand began exploring under his heavy balls. His reaction was exactly what one would have expected from a man that laid face down in a darkroom, a true ass slut wanting a man to fuck him.
Such dirty thoughts leading me to decide that it was time to do a hit from the available brown bottle. Normally, I don't use rush when giving head, but the opportunity to become as slutty as possible beckoned. Especially since unlike the last visit, this time, the rules were being followed as I filled my mouth with sexy cock.
Finding the bottle took a bit longer than expected, but opening it two handed was easy enough, after wiping my left hand on a towel. Using suction to keep his cock within my mouth, needing to shift position to be able to take a clean hit. Even so, the bottle was not positioned well when breathing in at first. Leading to another, better hit, taking him deeper while inhaling, to make sure his sexy length did not leave my turned on mouth. Pausing to cap the bottle, head sinking while feeling sexy cock slide past my lips, taking him easily 3/4 of the way in.
Beginning to move up and down slowly, lungs filled with poppers, a sense of incredible power expanded throughout my being. A power based on pure sexual pleasure, one that all men understand, whether sucking or being sucked. My right hand held his sack, directing his cock as I finally breathed out. Letting the finger that had already touched his ass past my lips, licking it, knowing just how much he wanted a man to pleasure his willing hole.
As that wet finger slid past his pulsing ring, the power was incredible, knowing just how completely he was a slave to the pleasure, the moans obvious over the sounds of sucking. My moans could only be felt along his shaft as his leg rubbed along my cock, hips moving.
Fully servicing hot cock, filling my mouth with something that only men possess, worshipping his extended length gratefully. Finding it possible to take him deep, repeatedly, feeling how his rod responded to my sucking. Lips and teeth and tongue riding up and down, hearing the sloppy sounds get louder the longer I went down on him.
Doing another hit seemed natural, though both hands needed to be wiped off on a towel first. Taking up the bottle, this time intending to share it, making the actions more obvious, breathing in loudly a couple of times before holding my breath. Concentrating on handing him the closed bottle, waiting until I heard him unscrew it before breathing out. Licking my finger again, swirling my tongue over it like a real bathhouse slut, coating it thoroughly, knowing how good it would feel sinking into his rush filled body.
Hearing him screw the top shut after a half dozen breaths, my mouth began to sink to the base of his sexy rod, finger pushing into his softly yielding ass with the same slow motion, my cock rubbing along his bare skin. The sounds of someone else sucking could be heard, along with low moans. Another man stretched out on the platform, his hand finding my head going down on a stranger. Probably very aware just how horny both of us were, the poppers flooding our entire being.
This new man created a bit more focus actually, slowly recognizing just how good getting off in the dark was. Knowing that since I'd put a condom on the cock in my mouth before doing that first hit, there was no reason not to keep having fun like this, with an orgy slowly growing around us. Especially considering how in 4 out of 4 steambath opportunities during the last visit, I'd not used a condom as any of those willing strangers went down on an all too clearly exposed and willing cock. In part because once the bottle is opened, the aroma dissolves any ability to resist being overwhelmed by pure lust.
Realizing, thankfully, that when it came to being the cocksucker, following the rules was easy enough. The new man's head neared mine, prompting me to offer him the chance to go down on a waiting wet cock. After his mouth replaced mine, I sat up, sweeping my hand to collect my things. Keeping the brown bottle handy after repositioning everything by touch near the back wall, at the division of the two vinyl mats.
The new man had gotten on his knees for a better angle to go down on a turned-on stranger. Touching his hanging cock, its velvety stiffness confirming how horny he'd become. I drew his left hand to his shaft, then opened the poppers, doing another deep hit. Closing the bottle, I reached out to the new cock, discovering it was being sucked. Circling the shaft, thumb and finger touching the cocksucker's lips, feeling his tongue slide.
Exhaling, decadently fingering the new man's hole with the same slick finger as before. Luxuriously jerking off, taking in the dim scene, including at least one group and one pair, standing in the space between the building wall and platform.
