A couple of months had passed since the last visit to heaven, resulting in the pull of the baths growing ever stronger. Returning to a place devoted to sex, among men who understood what that means. A pull that increased wonderfully when waiting in line, then further after undressing before going upstairs to the porn room. Where two men were already sitting, the one on the middle row stroking his hard cock, the other sitting between his legs on the bottom row.
Yet without any contact of any type until the man in the middle row left. Shortly afterwards, the man on the bottom went to the top row, near me. It only took a moment before the first fleeting contact, soon leading to lightly caressing each other. This sort of intimate touching is all too rare, especially since you know what will be happening as you both fall under the spell of extended caressing.
Touching his inner thigh, he remarked at my hand being cold. Replying that I had ridden a motorcycle here, he asked from where. The baths are not really a place where I wish to talk about anything except sex, providing the first hint that he was a certain type of visitor. The baths attract all sorts of men, with some looking for something that is not really to be found there, something beyond purely sexual contact.
I sighed when his exploring hand made its first sliding pass over my hungry cock. As his touching grew more explicit, I continued caressing his body. Shifting position to bend his head, the sensations were wonderful as he started going down on me. Inevitably, my hand was drawn to his cock too, but the way he was sitting made it difficult to reach. Instead of forcing my way, I reached behind, sliding a finger down the crack of his ass.
His mouth made obvious that he enjoyed my touching. We were both well on the way to becoming total bathhouse sluts when he had me stretch out to lay down with him. He held my spit covered cock against his, exchanging hands after mine went over his. This sort of naked cock to cock masturbating is something that can happen at any time in a bathhouse. One hand jacking two cocks together is incredible, emphasizing just how sexy a cock is. He wanted to kiss, asking what I liked, however I was still interested in turning him on further, starting to suck a nipple, saving kissing for later, if it occurred at all.
He moaned, still asking questions. Leaving one nipple to go to the other, mentioning that sucking nipples is something I liked doing. However, he seemed to have trouble understanding what I said, another theme that continued throughout this encounter. He pressed my cock down, then lifted a leg, but our position was simply not favorable, tempted as I was.
A temptation that has grown ever more difficult to resist the more often it occurs. He also asked about poppers, but as with almost all his questions, nothing was said in reply. A lack that never stopped him asking, another sign that he really was concerned about himself. This is not necessarily a problem, though it can become one.
A certain disjunction grew between the undeniable pleasure of a partner and the annoyance caused by that partner being unable to just let the pleasure flow. As it was, my poppers were still in their plastic bag, with me remaining much more interested in continuing to indulge in the growing sensations. I went from a nipple to licking under his armpit, making him moan at how good it felt. He could tell from how my cock moved against his thigh how much I was getting off turning him on.
After a delicious interval mutually masturbating, I sat up. He almost immediately went down on my cock as I reached for the black bag, taking the poppers out, but not planning on using them soon. My cock was already on the verge of cumming before placing the bottle to the side, barely able to concentrate. His fingers started exploring beneath my sack, making me moan how good it felt to be touched like that.
Which was true, but too many weeks of sitting meant zero interest in uncomfortable penetration, especially without any lubrication. Leading to the first time of many I had grasp his hand to move it away. He asked about poppers again as his hard cock was being jacked. Since my thoughts had begun increasingly turning to going down on his luscious available rod, I said poppers would be good.
Sitting back up, putting the bottle under my nose to do a hit, then placing the bottle under his nose, where he did at least four hits, which is a certain sign, but also meant that he was really going to be getting off when going down on his gorgeous cock. Taking his cock in hand to guide it into my mouth while he did the same with me became heavenly as the poppers began to cast their primal spell.
We both knew how to ride the edge of that glorious sexual rush, staying in enough control to let the sluttiness grow and grow. Soon, I was fingering his asshole as he deep throated my length, feeling a couple of quivering pulses of pre-cum swelling his cock head. The poppers were working a familiar magic, so that the cock in my mouth felt like mine in his, merging into pure shared bliss.
These were the leather shop poppers, a brand called Wings, the last hoarded amount. Poppers were something learned about over the years, even before the Internet made acquiring knowledge easy. Keeping them frozen extends their effective lifespan, and there is no reason to use a full bottle, as just a small amount is needed. Meaning that opening a new bottle and pouring a bit out into an old empty bottle will really extend the amount of pleasure to be found in a single bottle.
An irresistible pleasure that had us gripped in endless sexual satisfaction 69ing in public, this brand building slow with an effect that lasts a long time. My thoughts were getting dirtier too, turning me on even more thinking about what else we might be doing. Such as rimming, knowing that I could not resist licking his available ass soon enough. The way his anal ring was squeezing against my finger showed how much he was enjoying the combination of head and finger fucking.
Greedily, I started to lick his balls, cheek pressed against his rigid shaft, circling my finger inside his soft hole. His cock sucking kept me on a wonderfully time stretched edge of orgasm, cock feeling immense in his mouth as he kept taking it deep. The sort of sucking that only a poppered turned on partner is able to provide when you are going down on them too. Basically, poppers lead to becoming animals surrendering to lust, utterly mindless in shared fulfilled male desire.
Slowly, the effects subsided without reducing the exquisite satisfaction we were giving each other. The baths sometimes provide amazingly direct sex, as it had been less than 45 minutes since smoking a bowl to having my mouth filled with sexy cock. Our position remained unfavorable, but I made clear my interest in rimming, especially when his tongue started sliding over my balls. As his tongue found my crack, I could not resist gasping each time it flicked lower, moving to make my own horny hole more available.
Taking his cock back into my mouth was perfection as his tongue began to bathe my ass, an uncommon enough treat at the baths. Especially since I knew, as did he probably, that I would be rimming the next time we opened the magic brown battle. Something that was not going to happen soon, since the ride was just beginning. I have never been a fan of quickies, as the best sex takes time to appreciate.
His finger touched my ass, first pleasurably then again he tried to push deeper. After a couple of further attempts, I rolled away, truly not interested in always saying no to someone so oblivious. That he never figured it out, even after it interrupted his own pleasure so often, was amazing. Probably based on his inability to actually go beyond what he wanted to do, A now quite understandable complaint of women, as there is a type of man that just cares for their own needs, even if otherwise skilled enough.
Feeling his body along mine was sensual, with motions that soon led to my erect cock nearing his soft hole. The sensations were starting to remove any ability to think about anything but how good it felt to be at his inviting ring. Nonetheless, my thoughts were not hidden, exactly. "Oh fuck yes.. naked.. sex.. no.. condom.. oh fuck yes.. condom."
He stopped me with a hand shifting my rod away, a bit disappointingly, but very properly. I actually wasted a bit of time trying to find a condom, and the moment passed. During this first pause, the questions started again, such as wanting a name and phone number. About the only query that got a response concerned going to a booth. I answered no, saying being in public was good. He found that quite satisfactory, starting caressing again, including nipple play. Soon squeezing each one too hard, something he never learned to stop doing either.
However, he was not the first man to have that problem. My nipples are quite sensitive, certainly in comparison to the nipples of many men, as discovered through long personal experience. He pulled my head to his chest several times to have me suck hard, a nice compliment, and unlike some of his other overtures, meant to entice me back, not force me.
His desire to kiss remained fairly overt, with my matching lack of interest equally plain, though acceptably so. Whenever he made a move, I would go back to sucking his cock or nipple, generally leading him to start doing the same, putting the matter delightfully on pause. The theater had remained empty during this time, a reminder of just how much luck is involved in such encounters.
Along with how much luck is involved in any particular partner. Though he had improved his anal touching a bit, wetting his finger with spit first, I was getting bored always having to stop him from trying to finger fuck me. Nonetheless, his continued interest in cock sucking and anal play in general made the choice of getting the poppers easy.
He took multiple hits again as I held my breath, waiting to close the bottle before going back down on him. And needing to stop to keep his finger from probing deeper. However, having his tongue replace the finger was a remarkable contrast, saying "oh fuck yes," the poppers making my thoughts incredibly dirty before going between his legs, tongue starting to press against his soft hole.
Poppers are the perfect accompaniment to male sex, in this case mutual rimming. Tongues creating unbelievable sensations, turning into pure beasts. Sharing poppers is much better than being the only one using them, fun though that always is, especially when getting head or rimming. Uninhibited ass licking had been a major fantasy driving me to finally visit the baths, becoming a reality that is impossible to resist, rare though it turns out to be. We were enthralled, faces buried between the other's legs, gripping thighs tighter to press our mouths completely over sensitive quivering skin.
