Bathhouse Heaven

Going on a Monday was not necessarily the solution to the baths being empty, but opportunity beckoned temptingly. As did smoking even more before visiting than last time. The appeal of being stoned and having gay group sex stretches back to my teenage years, when stroking while high let fantasies flow. Now, the reality continues to completely overshadow the fantasies of what can happen at a male only sauna.

Due to various health rules, the steam bath remains unavailable, a lack that continues to be fairly large in terms of cruising fun. The steam room is probably the most reliable place for serial group encounters, something I had never even known about back when believing a bathhouse possessed whirlpools and showers as primary attractions for naked men to enjoy each other.

Today, after arriving I was alone for several minutes at the entrance, and only one other man was behind me as I got naked in the locker room. It took little time to get undressed then go upstairs. Where I waited for a long while without anything happening. Finally, someone peeked at me a couple of times while in the porn room, resulting in nothing happening. The following interval in the dark room was equally empty.

Wandering again, debating whether to go downstairs, another man came out of the porn room, so I walked to the darkroom entrance, making sure he caught a glimpse of my towel slipping off before going inside. He soon followed, laying his towel next to mine. The poppers were already out, but I was still wearing a mask when he started to pull my head to his cock. My preferences do not include such an unsubtle approach, though the way he soon stopped and went down on me made up for a lot.

However, like last week, the sensations were simply too good too fast. Since this was occurring the third time in a row, quite possibly a lack of practice was playing at least as large a role as getting very stoned. As he went down on me, I took off the mask. After a nicely hazy period of head, I began to play with his cock before bending down to take its sexy length into my mouth.

Another man entered, then a couple more, one of whom approached us as I was going down on a stranger. Reaching out to add more encouragement as my partner bent down to take this new cock deep too, soon I felt his mouth on my cock. However, this proved temporary. The man I was giving head to started to make clear he wanted me on my back, requiring a bit of effort to move my things before laying down. As his lips slid down my shaft, it appeared that the other men were also having sex.

Sliding further back, he shifted position to straddle my face. Unfortunately, the poppers were nowhere to be quickly found, as soon the intense pleasure of 69 made thinking impossible. The best male 69 always seems to connect cock and mouth directly, yours and his, merging in pure bliss. My finger started teasing his ass, and it was heavenly when he started softly touching the hair at the top of my thighs and under my balls.

I began teasing his hairy skin, loving the chance to use a man's intimate hair to make him even hornier, being addicted to that style myself. He soon became a total ass slut, one available to play with, a perfect match to my lust.

Burying my face between his legs was paradise, with a wonderfully sexy scent filling my mind in animal lust. Compared to the last very direct rimming opportunity, this time was much more erotically charged. I took a luxurious time to lure him onward, knowing that I was the magician whose spell he could not help succumbing to. A spell that kept me enchanted as he sucked me, getting more sexy and sloppy the closer my probing tongue came to his soft ready ring.

The moaning around my rigid shaft was delightful as my tongue tip started to dart back and forth directly on his hole, still teasing his hairy crack at times. We continued for a nice stretch, a good amount of which I spent sweeping an arm out to keep track of my things. The poppers bottle was elusive, because just when I wanted to do a hit the sensations made finding it far too difficult.

Rarely had I ever felt so in control of a man, doing to him what had been done to me during that first visit to the baths. He was my total ass slut, mouth filled with cock, in a place where men have sex with strangers. Quite often, extraordinary male sex with unknown partners, giving in to the freedom to just get off.

With his ass wet, I slipped one finger in, and soon enough, a second followed as I sucked his cock. The tight softness was exquisite to feel, knowing he was completely captivated by the sliding motion. He moved away, clearly not wanting to cum yet. When he sat up and took up his towel, I took his cock into my mouth a final time, still searching for the poppers.

But at the end of our time, the bottle had disappeared completely, an unpleasantly distracting thought. However, I had kept track of my mask, and discovered I held his too. The room was far too dark to tell a difference, so I handed him one.

Which, after getting near the lit solarium room, turned out to have a broken strap. It also did not look like mine precisely. Returning to the dark room, I asked him to check and we returned to the light. At that point, he mentioned his mask was broken, so we exchanged. My interest had been in being accurate, as it was thoroughly possible that the strap had torn during the time spent keeping my things together.

Instead of going downstairs to shower after the first encounter, I went back into the darkroom a moment after exchanging masks. Getting lucky promptly as first one person, then another entered. The first man found my waiting cock quickly, and soon we were jacking each other off. The third man approached, soon playing with us. As the second man concentrated on my cock, the first man left, for whatever reason.

This man was a true slut. We were 69ing quickly, though he was never really hard, leading to me starting to tongue his ass, turning into full blown rimming. I fingered him too, much the same way as the other man, though only one finger this time. I did keep track of the poppers much better this time, but he never really fingered me, regardless of how often I begged between licking his ass and sucking his cock.

When another man stood in front of the platform, he left me to start sucking a new cock, with my tongue able to reach his soft hole as he did. The other man found my cock with an exploring hand, but as others entered, the action moved away from me. Providing a break to just jack off while seeing and hearing others having sex.

My recent cock sucker was sitting on the floor in front of the platform, with three men standing around his head, all being serviced. Another man approached me, but for only a moment. The glory holes were empty on the other side, though there is something about how the smooth wood feels against a cock that remains delightful when beating off, cock available to anyone who wants it.

Returning to the same space as before, I saw that my cock sucker was now sitting on the platform, with no one around. Prompting him to go down on me. Creating a certain dirty thrill at knowing just how many cocks had already been in his mouth, taking advantage of a willing bathhouse slut. And rewarding him too of course, as we soon returned to 69ing, my ass above his mouth, facing out.

I was not offering anything, and only one man needed to be politely rejected. He did not mind, his dick being taken into the other man's mouth as I moved away a bit. The room seemed to be filling again, and my slut could not stop himself from sucking newly available cock. The new man started to go down on me as I lay back, jacking his stiff spit covered length.

When he knelt in front of my mouth, it was easy to take him deep. Initially thinking about poppers, then as a luscious mouth slid down my cock, worrying about not cumming, knowing that poppers were beyond me now. Getting head while giving head is always entrancing, especially when you know that two men are involved, increasing the possibility of male group sex.

Plus it was nice to recognize the talent of my slut again as he returned to blowing me. Keeping track of the different times he had gone down on me was not any more practical than trying to keep track of how many men had gone down on me already - 4? 5? Recognizing his style was easier now, after having enjoyed it maybe a half dozen times. The crowd seemed to keep swirling as we returned to 69ing, beginning to rim him again.

When he tried to leave after the dark room was empty the third or fourth time, keeping him there was easy whenever my tongue could reach his hole. Long experience has taught me just how helpless a man becomes when being rimmed, and he was no different. My tongue would stop him moving, his brain simply no longer functioning as the pleasure started again. Finally, he did leave, and I gathered my things and left too.

Going to the cabin section to get my things organized after being in the dark, I headed to the other side. A man wearing a towel had started to follow me as I walked, and seeing him get closer, I went into the end cabin where I had enjoyed a very interesting session involving multiple men and my camera. Taking pictures today remained a hope, much like still doing poppers.

While spreading out the towel, putting things to the side, he leaned against the wall outside, still wearing a towel. Turning to look at him, starting to play with my naked cock, seeing how his hand moved down along his growing length. This is standard foreplay, bathhouse style, as the horniness grows between each. A booth retains a certain sense of privacy and ownership, and a sense of not exactly barging in is generally retained.

Unlike in the steam room, a place for pure cruising, where nothing but an initial glance or touch is required to have sex. Part of this is undoubtedly that everyone in the heat is normally naked, an enticing situation, leading to the possibility of very direct sexual contact from the start. The etiquette in the dark room is similar to that of the steam room, while the etiquette of the porn room is closer to the booths.

As soon as he took off the towel he stepped inside, closing the door. That is another distinction, as these are the only places to be truly private when having sex. I personally care nothing about the door being open or closed, not minding others looking or joining in. When this section was fairly new, I had spent more than an hour with the door open, having sex with five men over time, taking pictures of a variety of group sex combinations. Including some really dirty pictures of a man sucking my cock, his cum visible on my dark bush

This photo session had been done openly, but with four different men involved at one time, it was not necessary to keep things secret. Much of that time, I had nothing to do but be serviced on camera by a couple of men, who I also played with. The camera had been shared too, allowing me to concentrate on performing in front of it.

Understandably, many visitors in no way want to be photographed, but I find this an incredible thrill. Other men do not seem to care much one way or the other, yet for me, knowing that other people can see me having sex is irresistible. Plus, they are the sort of pictures which turn me on, such as sucking a man's cock, or fingering his ass. Him doing the same to me is equally arousing. Being cock to cock is wonderfully erotic. Two men like that are in paradise, yet such shots seem somewhat rare.

He stood at the edge of the platform, cock hard. I reached out first, watching his reaction to that initial touch while stroking myself. The poppers were out of reach, which was not a problem, but the way he bent blocked my face from going to his crotch. His breath on my cock head stilled my motion, hand at my bush, holding my length taut.

His lips slid down my held shaft until they stopped at the top of my circled finger and thumb, leading me to start stroking into his mouth. Maybe a minute had passed before entering the booth and getting head. I decided the best way to take pictures was to get him really horny first. The hand on his cock began pumping faster, in the direction of my face.

Normally, it does not take much hinting for a man to give in to a cock sucker, and today was no different. He straightened, his silky cock sliding into my open mouth, neither of us concerned about how many cocks and mouths we had already enjoyed today as the familiar pleasure rose again. A hand began roaming over his ass, sliding down the crack as his thrusts became more turned on.

"Can I... use... the poppers?" he asked.

Pulling back and getting the bottle, saying "sure," I opened it under his nose. He sniffed under each nostril, then I closed the bottle and put it down. My lips slid slowly over his cock head, holding him close with an arm around his hips, hand touching between his legs. His hands were resting on my head as he began moaning when my finger explored his soft hole. He slumped a bit, wanting my finger deeper as the poppers affected him. I started going down on him with an up and down motion, feeling how his hands tightened.

His hole was slippery enough that my finger went deeper into his squeezing tunnel easily, matching the way the poppers were turning him on. He held my head motionless after I began finger fucking him, groaning, hips starting to move. Soon, confident he would not cum, I began to move finger and mouth in opposite directions, so that when my finger was deep, my lips were right around his cock ridge.

This continued for a nice interval until he moved away, my finger touching but no longer inside him. He sat next to me, bending again, putting my cock into his wet mouth. I was able to slide my finger around his quivering anus, starting to talk about having a camera, and how he could take pictures of me. Having the other person hold the camera is intended to make sure they are in complete control, not needing to worry about pictures that they would not want taken.

It did take a while to make myself clear, as the sheer joy of his devoted sucking made my mind very hazy. A haze that had only grown more enticing as I began to talk about pictures. Since he did not stop, I reached back to get the camera, saying he could take pictures of me sucking his cock. He got up, taking the camera. I started jacking off, but the camera did not work at first, as it was set to play, not record. Technology tends to be a distraction at the best of times, but we were soon playing again as the flash went off.

Taking pictures offers another perspective when combined with writing. The files provide times and specific details, but without the actual sensations. I can be amazed at how little time passes when things had seemed very stretched out. The camera time stamp simply does not match perception, and sometimes for that matter, my memory. Part of this being that the camera tends to be used, then ignored, then possibly used again. Another part being that taking pictures makes me incredibly horny, surrendering to the desire to be a true exhibitionist.

Today, he took the first pictures, with a scene set by me. First shots of us stroking, then pictures of our cocks together, then more shots of me going down on his gorgeous cock, a couple where it is easy to know why my hand is between his legs as my lips surround his cock head. He put the camera down, likely when I started taking him deeper into my soft mouth.

Using a camera becomes a distraction, meaning it was six minutes before the next set, taken by me. Apart from the first one, framing his cock beautifully over my forearm, the position making plain he was being fingered, the rest were very poor quality. Part of that being that we had been kept playing, meaning what concentration I had was focused elsewhere. With a big part of that being the hit of poppers done right before picking up the camera.

As soon as my lips met his cock, it became increasingly difficult to do anything except point the camera and press the button, even before breathing out. In the end, trying to frame his hand on my cock as I went down on his sexy shaft was not possible. One shot might have had a certain erotic subtleness, however that is not my goal in such sessions. Explicit hardcore sex is what I want captured, much the way these stories are written.

Almost deep throating him, he reached over me to get the poppers, repeating what happened earlier except this time, he started touching my nipples after the rush dwindled. Stroking myself as he kept touching my them, I did a hit. Instead of going down on me and playing with my ass as hoped, he moved onto the platform, doing another hit.

He was on his hands and knees as I jacked off, then he simply left. My befuddled best guess being that he wanted to be fucked, and I had not picked up on the proper cues. An observation that applies to him in turn regarding my own wishes, but the baths are a place where luck plays its role. This set of circumstances was not exactly frustrating, but after three trips, not being able to just enjoy head with poppers was appearing as a rare string of poor luck.

Putting together my things to leave, another man appeared in the door. My cock was still hard, so I started playing with it as he looked on. He entered, also closing the door, and I went down on his cock. Followed by a bit of sucking on his part. He was surprisingly uninterested in oral sex, and he left too.

Still on the platform, a third man appeared, and just came in. His manner was very abrupt, just reaching for my head to go down on him. That being the most reliable method to ensure I won't do it. I stood, things in hand. Turning to leave, he went down onto the platform, on his stomach, legs spread. That was a strange transition, tying together the idea that three bottoms in a row had entered this cabin.

Seeing the clock, and later using the time stamps, I had spent around 2 hours in the dark room, and a half hour or so in the cabin, which provided a strange ending to a quite mixed day at the baths. Not that there was anything to complain about, but there was also little to say was at the expected level of the past. Of course I would be returning at the next opportunity, with expectations hopefully matching reality.