Sometimes, bathhouse visits work in a certain fashion, leading to spending a couple of hours satisfying various sex desires with total strangers - along with people who are not exactly strangers after passing years. Such as the short man a couple of visitors behind me in the line of men waiting to enter on a Sunday afternoon, another true bathhouse slut, something that I look at from two different perspectives.
The first, since I have seen him barebacking repeatedly over the years, is that there is a certain risk going beyond certain boundaries. The second being he is a slut, and a very skillful cock sucker. The one who pretty much made me give up using condoms when enjoying oral sex. Basically, he cannot resist a nice available cock, and he knows mine can be very available. Which it was even now, in public outside of the sauna, considering how long it has been since my last bathhouse visit. Memories only satisfy temporary desires while making anticipation grow ever larger, especially of feeling a man's lips slide over my cock head and down the shaft.
It has become a well worn routine, getting undressed, drinking a beer, going upstairs with my bag, including a camera. Walking around the empty upper floor, I went into a booth and laid on my stomach, legs open. Nobody came by, since basically no one was upstairs, as is typical for at least the first hour after this bathhouse opens. Not always by any means, for when something happens upstairs at the start of a visit, it is generally more than worth the time of the other periods spent waiting.
Putting the camera and bag into my locker, the dressing area was not too crowded. Going downstairs, I first looked at the whirlpool, which held a couple of people and the main fountain jetting. Not exciting enough, particularly after noticing how many towels were in the steambath wall cubbyholes.
The steam room was half full, most men being in the somewhat lit front area, at least a couple of pairs seeming quite intimate. Spending some time in the back, nothing developed except a bit of sweat. Leaving, I saw my towel had been taken, which is one of the slightly strange things that happens here. I went to the bar, naked, and they gave me a fresh towel. This is not something so unusual that they aren't familiar with men needing a new towel. Occasionally, pretty serious disputes about towel ownership have erupted in the dark room, something I find mainly amusing.
Going back upstairs, the 'new' section with a sling room and booths was empty. In the other section, a door to one porn cabin was closed. Walking down the short entrance space into the porn room, what could be seen on the wall was promising, a pair involved in anal oral sex, both hard. The video was definitely to my taste, even before it became apparent there was a pair in the center of the benches. The man sitting getting head was the one recognized at the entrance as a true slut.
The man with the large cock getting head turned to look as I sat, spreading my towel, then putting down the condoms and the magic brown bottle. Sitting back naked, legs open, hand naturally finding a horny swelling cock, watching erotic gay porn. After starting to get harder, I looked down at an actual blow job, thinking how good it would feel to get sucked. Knowing that it would likely happen soon, horny cock going into a stranger's welcoming mouth. Everyone who visits a male only sauna is aware of the opportunities and temptations, and how easily they can be satisfied.
The man getting blown turned to directly look at me playing with my stiff length, and seeing its size, he soon moved between my legs, gripping the shaft of my rigid cock. 'Fuck yes .. god yes .. want it .. suck me' I moaned as he started to go down, taking his time to tease and tempt. He is quite a skilled cock sucker, good enough to have basically made me give up condoms by oral sex. A decision I have yet to regret, particularly considering how good it feels with a bare cock compared to a covered one - giving or receiving.
After a delicious moment of giving head, he asked for the poppers. Of course I was happy to share, as poppers make sex fantastic. Particularly bathhouse sex, among other men who know just how oerfectly poppers adds to male only sex. I opened the bottle under his nose, his lips still spread over my cock head, and he breathed in a couple of times at each nostril. This is one method, but the way I prefer is to take a single long hit, and hold my breath as the rush takes control. Even better is doing the same long hit, then sharing it by kissing your partner, breathing out as they breath in, lips and tongues merging.
But once the rush starts to expand through your body, the method of breathing in the scent is meaningless. Keeping my breath in as he started to take me deeper again, looking at the hot dirty porn action, sinking into paradise before breathing out. This was heavenly, sharing poppered male sex with someone I'd had sex with before, seeing how his cock was still being sucked as he went down on me. My cock felt immense filling his mouth, feeling how the poppers were taking control of him also, recognizing the attraction of giving head while the rush fills you.
The thing that makes getting head after doing a hit of poppers extraordinary is when the person going down on you does a hit first. Both becoming pure mouth fucking sluts, connecting at a primal level of pure sex. Pumping my cock into his mouth, hips moving, legs spread, knowing he would deep throat me as I watched the rimming porn. Rimming has always been part of what I associate with a bathhouse, and watching it while being sucked was irresistible. This was the sort of thing imagined years ago, indulging in a certain late 70s sexual haze, enjoying how so many things come together in a bathhouse. Most definitely including the bowl, beer, and brown bottle combining to make anonymous sex like this irresistible - especially knowing that the baths were always easily available to repeat the pleaure.
After an extended interval of oral bliss, he stood up and moved towards my mouth. Considering just how truly slutty I know he is, sucking his cock was not really going to happen. Instead, I began to teabag him, fingers wrapped around his truly majestic sized cock, tongue bathing his balls. As I did this, the other cock sucker began to caress my shaft.
The standing man became more insistent, but never crudely rude. We do know each, in certain ways, both of us being serious bathhouse sluts, each aware that the other can easily have sex with a half dozen men. However, my refusing his various desires goes back years, boundaries being a necessary part of enjoying the bathhouses without undue problems. Being slutty is one thing - being a complete bareback slut is something else.
However, adapting has occurred on these boundaries over the years, and he has been involved on each side. He definitely played a central role in my giving up using condoms when getting head. This was years ago, when getting blown was still unexpected, much like the thrill of watching gay porn, openly stroking my horny cock at the scene. He sat next to me, and was soon turning me on in a growing wave, before asking whether I wanted to go to a booth. My mind was barely functional, but my free hard cock was on display as we left together, knowing that the other men there were aware of what would be happening.
The video in the booth was showing a threesome that was so hot to watch as he stroked my cock. Size rarely matters to me in any sense, but he had a magnificent sexy big cock, and stroking it was surprisingly enjoyable. Even then, I knew that no condom would fit over its majestic girth and length, but when it became obvious he wanted to go down on me, I paused him to put on a condom. At which point he grew irritated, basically demanding that I take it off since there is no pleasure in sucking a covered cock, and then left.
This is a basic part of sex of the baths, where the freedom to accept and refuse, to either decide to stop or simply float along, is always available. There are no obligations on anyone's part, at least when it comes to what is done or not done. One needs to be aware, that like riding a motorcycle, caution is necessary for extended fun over years, but this particular incident put into sharp focus just how much easier it would be to ignore using a condom, at least for the naked delights of oral sex. As began to happen increasingly after that point, thinking how easy it would have been to just give in instead of missing out.
On the other side, though, after a recent steam room session of hot public anal sex, he wanted to be fucked too - and tried to take off the condom. This is utterly unacceptable, of course, and his opinion about it is meaningless, particularly as I am now much more aware of how he enjoys the baths.
When it became clear that he was not going to get head, he moved down to the middle row again. Meaning that the other familiar cock sucker simply took his place, starting to blow me almost immediately after the other man left. Watching hot gay porn, in paradise, knowing that several men were seeing me get off this way. Also knowing that they were fully aware of how fantastic it is to have sex this way, just letting go. becoming so sexually available among other men.
This second blow job was so good that using poppers again would have likely led to orgasm, so I just kept staring at the hot gay sex on the wall, my stiff rod inside his mouth. It was simply too early in the visit to cum yet, even if the beer, bowl, and poppers were working their familiar magic, as the baths offer any number of truly addictive pleasures. However, regardless of not exactly subtle hints, rimming never happened. Rare as it is, rimming remains a true desire of mine, even knowing that it does not happen with anywhere near the frequency of sucking or fucking.
