A single encounter can lead to a heavenly time, especially if it is the first of a bathhouse visit. Even if I had actually made a mistake - instead of this being a normal Thursday, when the baths open at 3pm, it was a holiday, with an hour earlier opening time.
The feeling inside was considerably less crowded than my last visit, also on a holiday. However, the waiting for an extra hour had turned out to be unnecessary, as after this long of a stretch between visits, horniness had become a driving force. A male only sauna is a reliable place to find fantastic sex, but in some strange fashion, the more crowded it becomes, the less sex seems to occur.
The other difference with the crowd today was that it was not precisely typical. Finishing a wheat beer, I went upstairs, wondering how full it would be after an hour. Not very, it turned out. About the only thing that was a surprise was seeing that there were different videos playing in each booth across from the porn area.
Nothing was going on in the porn area either, so I went into a video booth, taking out condoms and poppers, getting comfortable. Several men went by with at best a bare glance. The porn was not particularly interesting, nor was my cock particularly hard after a couple of minutes of watching it.
Another man walked by, then stood at entrance. He was still wearing a towel, but he parted it as I watched, his cock getting harder while playing with himself. I looked, turning my head. Knowing that he was also looking at me added a growing interest to our encounter. A booth tends to be just a bit more social in a sense, making sure that desire is mutual before entering a private space to have sex with another man.
The fact we were both watching the other jack off an erect cock was an unmistakeable invitation to explore further delights. He came in, spread his towel, closed the door, now quite hard. Displaying himself as I kept playing with a hardened cock, his body covered with a good amount of black hair. It soon seemed as if he expected me to go down on him, without any foreplay. Something that is distinctly not my taste, preferring to share sluttiness with another slut.
I continued to stroke myself while playing with his nipple. He seemed to enjoy my fingers squeezing, seeing how his cock quivered, but he still did nothing in return. This continued almost to the point of wondering whether to break off completely. Surprisingly, he went down on me after that bit of intimate touching, allowing me to feed him a horny dick, moving it around in his willing mouth, surrendering myself to the tempting sensations.
This lovely cock sucking also made it essentially guaranteed my sucking his sexy cock at some point, because even while resisting his apparent desire for me to merely service him, it had been a turn on to look at his sexy rod, thinking of kissing and sucking it deep.
I bent down as he sucked me, able to kiss his neck and ears, left hand playing with his gorgeous cock, surprised at how direct he had become, seemingly switching roles in a second. As he kept sucking, seeing that the screen was showing hot rimming, surrendering to the kinky porn's appeal as a stranger went down on my horny rigid cock. I love having sex like this, male only, a finger lightly touching my hole, exploiting an enticing weakness only well too known among those who regularly visit the baths.
He shifted position after a delicious interval of going down on my rigid length, pushing me back. He went up on all fours in front of me, blocking the view as he went down on me again. At times, I tried to reach his cock, continuing to caress and fondle what was available. But his stiff rod remained out of reach, particularly of my mouth.
Finally, after having almost cum several times, he lay down next to me, making it possible to position myself over his face, with his cock wonderfully close to mine. I could not resist smelling and licking it before even finding the poppers, letting him know what was going to be happening.
I took my cock out of his mouth before doing that first hit, grabbing his sexy shaft, mouth starting to slide over its head. The rush made it feel as if his cock was completely huge in my mouth, wanting to be filled with his hot dick. Even before breathing out, his mouth had taken my cock again, 69ing like real sluts, taking time to let the sensations grow ever better. Almost as if we shared a single mouth and cock in common. We were clearly not making the other cum in that first mutual contact, but instead enjoyed stretching it out, losing ourselves in male sex.
We stayed in this position for a while, exploiting its possibilities, like teabagging or mutual hole touching. He shifted again, ending up on his knees sucking my cock, fingers doing magical things to my nipples. My hands were at his crotch, fondling cock and balls, his blow job's motions reflecting the stroking.
Over time, things can fall into a pattern, and now, I was recognizing an older one, having hot sex with a talented stranger in a private space. He was leading, though not anywhere that bothered me as we kept merging into a sexual pair. At a level whose intensity could easily increase, without either of us pushing too far to orgasm. When I would start to pump my hips to fuck his mouth, he had no problems with my hand getting involved, to slow things.
The same applied when he stood in front of me, after he picked up the magic brown bottles, asking "Poppers?"
"Yes" I moaned, his cock so close and available. Waiting until he had done a hit and closed the bottle before starting to take his cock deep, wanting to take it into paradise, where orgasm never quite occurs when getting sucked inside a mouth that seems infinite. After reaching the root of his held cock, I let my finger slide over his slippery hole, stroking my rigid cock, on the verge of orgasm myself. Hearing him breath out, I began to slide that finger deeper as he started to talk real dirty about cock sucking and ass fucking. Talk that turned dirtier as I slid two fingers into his stretched ass.
This was glorious shared bathhouse sex, two men using poppers, both clearly aware of what rush does to a man, taking advantage of that knowledge. He bent over, then handed me the paired condoms before going down on me. I tore both wrappers, eager to cover my wet cock before fucking a now clearly offered ass. Taking out one condom, trying to figure out what way to roll it for a short moment. A moment that stretched for an irresistible interval, as he was on his hands and knees, moving back, the contact against my naked cock head feeling so good, I just let it continue for a bit, amazed at how perfect it felt.
