Writing stories actually takes more time than the already hours long original visits, in part because of how hard writing makes me. Also in part because being in the middle of a story tends to lead me to returning to the baths on a free afternoon, instead of writing. This too is part of a feedback loop which deepens the attraction of spending hours having sex with strangers.
Today was no different, leaving the bathhouse after spending 3 hours there. At least one hour did not involve sex, meaning that the other two did. Though not as quite as prompt as a few previous occasions, the results of smoking a bowl, then 20 minutes later finishing a pint of beer, followed soon afterwards having my cock slide into a man's mouth remain thoroughly entrancing. With the difference that this time, after a bit, I played with my slick cock while watching two men pleasure each other. Enjoyable on its own, it is not really notable these days to mention spending a while getting off like this.
Leaving after they did, I went to the darkroom, finding another willing mouth and doing my first hit of poppers. However, that blow job just ended after a couple of minutes, without apparent reason. Leading me to the porn room, getting to the top row, settling in to watch two men turn each other on - dressed at the start, something that is never the case at the baths. Foreplay here is very direct, making such porn seem almost exotic, since the two men were clearly enjoying each other getting hornier.
A man entered, and after a short interval, came up next to me, putting his towel down just a few seconds before bending down to give me head. While sucking, he positioned himself perfectly. As he started teabagging me, it was easy to start to rim him until I felt his tongue begin to probe my ass. When that started, I took his cock into my mouth, hearing him unzipper something before doing a hit of rush.
Knowing exactly what was happening, I took his cock as deep as possible, finger sliding down to his still slippery hole, circling it. We continued to enjoy our mutual fun, including my sharing the next hit of rush before taking him all the way, my lips at the base of his moving cock, deep throating him without any problem, a true rarity.
As we kept playing, two men entered, sitting down on the lowest row against the far side wall, soon jerking each other off. I watched the taller of the two kneel on the floor then go down on the other, being sucked myself. My attention drifted from the gay sex on the screen to the real sex going on below, with the sitting man turning his head upwards. We gazed at each other, his expression totally turned on, both of us getting oral sex from a man's mouth, sharing how good it felt to do it in public like this.
While sucking the other man, I heard then saw how the lower couple moved up, the sucked man moving next to me, promptly taking my cock into his mouth. This is the sort of thing that happens at the baths, easily reaching over to play with his slippery hard cock, horny men enjoying each other's company in glorious fashion. The baths have been a tradition for thousands of years, and likely will remain so far into the future, as men meet other men to have uninhibited sex with each other.
A pair of hands began massaging my foot with exquisite skill. Feet and toes, like hands and fingers, have their erotic charge, realizing that this might turn into one of the relatively rare visits where foot play would be included. I both given and received such pleasure, and still remember sitting in the whirlpool, leg outstretched, having my foot and toes kissed and sucked while playing with two cocks, hands playing with my nipples and cock, kissing one man, surrendering to the variety of pleasures and strangers around me, sinking ever further into bliss as he took each of toe into his mouth in turn, reversing after reaching an end.
Now, I felt his fingers begin to manipulate my toes while still getting sucked. Sitting up to do a hit, I saw the fourth man kneeling in position to fondle my feet, much as he had been kneeling before. Likely for a similar reason occurred to me while opening the bottle, deciding to hold my breath as long as possible, or until he started kissing my feet, a delightfully naughty thought.
