Bathhouse Heaven

The short description does not adequately cover a half hour of incredible nipple delight in the steam room, surrounded by a dozen strangers having sex, the second part of a visit having two amazing partners in a row.

Arriving maybe 5 minutes before opening, the line was about the longest I have ever been in. This was not really a good sign, as the baths become less conducive to sex with a larger number of visitors. Undressing was not too bad, though I had mistaken 128 for 28 when given my locker key. Yet at the bar, I was alone drinking my beer, and going upstairs, it was fairly empty. This lack of encountering actual people remains a mystery to me, yet is quite consistent.

Getting my condoms and poppers out of my black bag in the porn room, almost finished getting everything ready to go down to the steam room when a man entered, sitting quite close. So close that the sense of anticipation merged perfectly with the just finished beer and the bowl I had smoked before arriving.

After a moment of light thigh touching, he said he wanted to eat my ass, now touching my growing cock. Considering that one of the most tempting fantasies about bathhouses when a teenager involved rimming, I agreed. He then told me to soap my hole thoroughly. I went downstairs, put away the bag, soaping my ass using abundant soap and water. Going back upstairs, he met me at the top of the spiral staircase, walking together to the closest booth. As soon as we entered, I spread and sat on my towel, reaching for his cock, soon taking it into my mouth as he stroked mine.

Following a minute of his cock filling my mouth, he said it was time to lick my ass, telling me to kneel on the bed. Getting turned around and on my knees, he pressed my head down firmly, then gripped my wrists. The way he was acting was changing, with me going along with it even before his tongue bathed my hole in seductive bliss.

I could see behind, both our cocks hanging down, unable to touch either. He took control in a way that was new to me, not just in following his directions, but also in wanting to give in completely. A bi friend of mine is a sub, and has pointed out that the cock sucker or ass licker is really in control. Today, the rimming just made my surrender inevitable, unable to move gripped arms. Realizing this was an enticingly new path to explore.

He moved onto the bed, finger sliding down my crack to my wettened hole as I raised my head, still on my hands and knees. He demanded that I suck his cock, making me groan "god yes" before taking his sexy cock back into my mouth. Sucking, fondling his tight sack, he stroked my cock and played with a nipple, saying I was a good cock sucker who deserved some more ass licking like a slut. Moving off and returning to my ass, he told me to lower my head, in a voice that expected willing compliance. His hands spread my cheeks wide, opening me shamelessly to his face, his tongue finding my now pulsing ring. The sensations were magically seductive, as was slowly recognizing the fact that he wanted me to be his bottom, not a partner.

Saying "please, yes, please, lick me" in a begging tone, the mood began changing further when he pulled my hands back again, making my face sink to the mat. I could see both cocks as he forcefully rimmed me bending down, moving a hand to start stroking me as I moved my ass. He kept inexorably taking charge, with me willingly playing along as the waves of pleasure kept getting better under his control. Once starting in this direction, it became ever easier to keep giving in.

Not just in the familiar growing desire to keep having hot sex, but to have him dominate me, a thought making me realize how truly tempting the idea had become. Only two men have fucked me, and though getting fucked is what happens when being a bottom, that is not any more definitive than how I was a top when fucking different men. Now was a step beyond, this session becoming more than just wanting to be rimmed and filled with cock.

I could see how he positioned his cock to fuck, making me move forward and say "condom," not ruining the mood exactly, just demonstrating a line not to be crossed. His face returned to my hole, feeling how his tongue probed beyond my ring. This time, letting my face sink to the surface in submission, moaning "fuck yes, like that, god yes." He stood again, and again I said "condom," breaking contact.

He moved onto the platform, his hands taking my head firmly as he began to face fuck me. I thought about the poppers, but the sensations were becoming too intense to interrupt. He asked if I had a condom, prompting me to get and open one, his hard length in my mouth. Putting it on, he demanded I suck him again, in a tone that sent an unexpected thrill deep inside me. Being ordered to do what I wanted to do, just surrendering myself to his gorgeous hot cock, wanting to be fucked after experiencing how good his tongue had penetrated my ring.

It was fully unexpected when he slapped my face as I sucked his covered length. Not hard, but definitely a slap, not caressing or patting, followed by reaching down to hold my hand tenderly. His light blow was a true surprise, the hand holding helping to a degree that was incredibly seductive, knowing he cared. Soon enough, his hand left mine, slapping me the same way with a mouth filled with his sexy cock. Now playing with my rigid cock, amazed at how completely turned on I had become, starting to turn into a slave, wanting to feel him hitting me then hold my hand so tenderly. This was the first time ever being slapped during sex, something incredibly thrilling, with my ass bathed in his spit, waiting to be fucked.

Looking up at his face, he slapped me a third time, his expression pleased at my reaction as I deep throated him. He pulled away, tongue swirling over my hole before I felt the tip of his hard cock. He forcefully pushed my face to the mat, as the only time it was not down was when I was sucking him, making his dominance explicit.

His spit covered cock head pressing against my tight spit coated fuck hole was ecstasy. My desire to be his fuck hole was obvious to both of us, able to see his covered cock and how perfect it felt pressing against my soft ring just made me hornier wanting to serve him.

His commanding voice stated he was going to fuck me, making me move back, begging him like a helpless slut. His first slap against my ass was a surprise, though not unexpected. It was quite heavy, almost at the edge of pain, much like how his cock felt against my tight hole. Realizing that this was turning into a true S&M session, feeling a second slap on my other cheek, sliding ever deeper into willing submission to the top that was making me feel so fantastic to be his.

After that second heavy slap, I reached back to feel his cock and balls, trying to reward him for what he was doing to me. Wanting him to continue using me, unable to resist how good it felt to let him be in control, cock sliding deeper. This was not the same as being completely turned on, though I was, but an entirely different feeling. It was not just how good his cock felt inside, but how I wanted him to keep using his hand to hit me, demonstrating who was the master being served by his thankful cock slave.

When he pulled out, he demanded that I go down on him, using lots of spit. Not only did I want to take him back into my mouth, it made me feel so wonderfully dirty to be told to pleasure the gorgeous cock that had been inside my ass. The face slap that happened taking him deep was perfection, exactly what I desired, proof how he had made me his devoted sub. We were no longer equals, a fact filling me with unrestrained lust, experiencing the overwhelmingly addictive sensations a bi friend had explained about when being physically dominated during sex.

I had never understood what she meant, until now falling under the fantastic spell of simply allowing him be totally in charge. The next face slap satisfied a craving she had described as seductively irresistible for a dominated sub. A craving that was amazing, one never experienced before. For the first time, aware of how intensely satisfying this kinky submission had become, feeling him slap me again as he stroked my rigid shaft. Clearly wanting me to know that he cared about my being satisfied sucking the cock that had been in my ass. I knew how good that was, having been sucked after fucking another man, just letting a dirty slut service you.

Following several more exquisite slaps, I moaned with a mouth full of cock, "please fuck me, just fuck me please, fuck me." He appeared pleased, saying he liked hearing me say that as his face returned to my ass. Starting to move his mouth over it, in a way that was at the border between pleasure and pain. I kept begging while his mouth moved from one cheek to the other, his hand pulling my rigid shaft backwards.

He stood, and I began saying "fuck me, please, I want your cock, fuck me." Prompting him to laugh a bit while I held his covered cock, rubbing it over my soft hole. His first thrust and another hard ass slap happened at the same time, a heavenly combination of extremes. Thinking of my friend, remembering her dreamily talking about this sort of entrancingly harder sex, how she loved a partner that knew how to hit her.

This was not quite the same, since she did not mind bruising, something apparent one time early mid-morning at the nude lake as we shared a joint. After finishing it, I asked her about the bruises on her breasts, her just grinning before asking me to put sun tan lotion over them, happy seeing how the request made me more than half hard.

Beginning to lotion her lusciously large breasts, explaining she had spent the night with a new man and had come from him to the lake. A man who knew how to make her so wet by tying her breasts and then slapping her nipples. By that point, her lotioned nipples were hard, and the already present scent of sex from her body had grown much stronger, especially her always intoxicating pussy perfume. It was not our first time talking about her love of S&M, though definitely the first time stoned and outdoors while fingering her slippery recently fucked pussy, with her stroking my rigid shaft, a perfect way to talk freely about kinky sex, adults with no secrets.

Yet talking with her then had not revealed the truth of how incredible it was to be fucked as a total bottom, a slave to a master's fucking cock and striking hand. My face was down, and once starting to say "fuck me," I could not stop repeating it, knowing he wanted to hear me sounding like a helpless slut wanting him inside, stretching my tight fuck tunnel.

He pulled out, but before I could begin begging, his face returned to my sensitive hole. Soon, I started thrusting against his tongue, totally lost in the pleasure of being forcefully rimmed, happy that he was just as dirty as me when it came to mouth to anal play. Even better, his tongue was just as good to feel as his cock, keeping me his willing sex slave, saying "fuck yes" each time a tongue thrust reached its end point, stretching my now looser ring.

His tongue left my hole, mouth starting to do the same thing to my ass cheek that had occurred before. But this time, I finally had to push his face away as the pain was simply too much. As soon as he stopped, I begged for him to keep fucking me, that I needed his cock. This was not asking an equal to do something, but true submissive begging, surrendering to a desire unknown before today. He again said how much he liked hearing me say that. When his cock returned, it felt truly wonderful to know he was rewarding me for being his.

The first two sessions when being entered definitely involved him being covered, but the sensations now were far too fantastic for me to care about checking. His cock was the center of my desire, unable to say anything but "fuck me" like a chant, face down on the platform. I had never been ruled so completely, submerging myself into serving him, becoming his fuck toy.

He slapped my ass where his mouth had been, the mixture of pain and pleasure truly intoxicating, making me whimper "please, again, like that please, hit me." The second slap happened in combination with him going deeper. "Yes, oh god, yes, fuck me like that, please fuck me, your hot cock," the words pouring from a worshipping part of me that was in heaven. My mind was not just submerged in the incredible of ass fucking, something already experienced with other partners here, but also in the reality of what my friend explained made her such a total sub slut. A totally addictive reality, where if he was fucking me bareback, I could not stop from wanting to be so wonderfully dominated.

His left hand grabbed my cock, hearing him say "don't stop talking, I like hearing you" as he slapped an ass cheek with his right hand. I thought about the poppers, but riding so close to cumming, plus very much not really capable of anything except being dominated by a man, the idea faded quickly. Plus, cumming now would be too early in a visit, even considering how crowded it already was.

Even if his cock felt magical in my ass, wanting nothing except being fucked by his hard cock, poppers somehow seemed risky with their reputation. Admittedly a somewhat silly thought in the situation, but thinking becomes very limited when in paradise. Slowly, a part of my mind began exploring why this top's fucking cock felt so incredibly perfect inside me. The first reaction being thrilled at how good a naked cock truly felt when being a bottom. So good, that it was like first having bathhouse oral sex without a condom, unconcerned about giving in to the sensations of a stranger's mouth, when still married.

Simply not caring about the future, letting the pleasure continue being the ideal choice, since once it started, there was no reason to use a condom, especially when it felt so wonderful to flood a willing stranger's mouth with hot pumping cum after being deep throated. A flooding feeling rarely provided by my wife, who could never deep throat me. After cumming that way a couple of times at the baths, ignoring condoms just grew easier over multiple visits, as multiple men would suck my naked cock.

Realistically, that sort of precaution was not really necessary when giving or getting head, compared to a condom with either variety of intercourse. Something forgotten to an extent, it having been so long since using a condom for birth control, where the point is to prevent semen being exchanged. And where the danger of you and her just waiting a little bit longer to put it on as you keep playing leads to unprotected fucking that feels so inviting. Since this was only my third time enjoying anal sex, experience was not on my side. Along with the fact that the idea of fucking or being fucked bare back remained a forbidden fantasy.

At some point, I could feel his cock head against my balls, enjoying sliding between my squeezing thighs. Even with how completely fucking satisfied me, I still wanted my dirty mouth around his dirty cock, shifting from "fuck me" to "suck you" fairly easily. Not that I was capable of doing anything but staying in this face down position, getting a cock up my tight ass. When he stopped, saying it was time to take a pause, I could see how his erect cock was bare.

Not something to be thrilled about, and might have explained why the third time simply felt so much better. Especially combined with my becoming a totally needy slut wanting his cock. Not checking the third time could be considered a mistake, though understandable. It really did feel so good that it was impossible to think, enough reason to not stop letting him use me. For a blissful stretch, all I wanted was his cock, saying "fuck me," and to feel his hand slap my ass like a good bottom deserved. To the extent I could think, the idea of being bare back was an incredible turn on, another way to reward my top for making me feel like this, in paradise.

He left promptly, before I could do more than think about going down on him again, hand slapping my face, amazed at how dirty I had become, wanting him to use me, his hand hitting my face as he touched my cock at the same time. It took several moments for my mind to begin functioning again, to the extent of gathering my things and leave the booth, in a state of pure horniness in a place filled with naked strangers, all potential sex partners.

Going downstairs in a daze, noticing that the cubbyholes were now numbered in white, for whatever reason. Entering the steam room, the front was filled with men, several kissing and humping in the dimly lit area. However, considerably more men were not doing anything, just hanging around. Threading through the crowd, I managed to get to the back, where more action was happening. Much more action. My goal was the bench, to avoid the crowding and be available for head.

In little time, a man approached, soon beginning to play with each other's stiffening cocks in familiar steam bath fashion. His touching my nipple led to an obvious reaction. A reaction he handled perfectly, enjoying how my nipple was becoming erect. Something shared as I began to kiss his nipple, taking it into my mouth, stroking his length in rhythm to my sucking.

We settled easily into playing this thoroughly enticing male game, neither too much nor too little pressure being used. We understood exactly what the other wanted from nipple stimulation, more than happy to satisfy each other, surrounded by men having sex, adding to our pleasure. The dim rear space was crowded and active, and seeing strangers having sex is much hotter than porn, especially knowing that they can see you doing the same. A type of group sex in its way, taking advantage of the freedom to get off publicly. The combination of exhibitionism and voyeurism can become quite addictive, another reason the baths exist for men to share their mutual sexual interests.

Including the reality that men cannot resist the sheer delight of their nipples being the center of attention. A truth most commonly known among men who have sex with men, but only a few women. My ex-wife was very skilled at playing with my nipple as I masturbated after smoking a bowl, my nipple were the main source of pleasure, cock secondary, floating in paradise. A sensation that lasted far longer than an orgasm, often moaning about how good my nipple felt, her keeping me just at the edge, not over. Ironically, she did not like her own nipples being touched or kissed, though they got hard from the lightest contact, looking unbelievably sexy.

In the steamy dimness, we were both enjoying what was happening, though as time went on, I wanted his sexy cock to touch mine, to stroke together, taking turns. Something that lasted for a bit, arcing myself off the bench with one hand to make my intention clear. However, that position was not possible to maintain for long.

We were both less hard, but it was possible for me to grab his cock and mine to start rubbing the heads together. Soon discovering just how wonderful it felt to slide together like this. In little time, the pleasure began to center on the tips, only slowly realizing that the magical sensation arose from how we were touching slit to slit. Or better said in a sense, pee hole to pee hole, wet with hot sweat and pre-cum. Something amazing in combination with nipple play, both of us utterly captivated in this new utterly intimate spell.

Other men were around, but we remained undistracted. Finally reaching for the magic brown bottle, unable to resist any longer going down on his sexy rod. Discovering how entrancing giving head was explained why so many men love sucking cock, with poppers adding a level of pure sluttiness that is irresistible. It is just as hot as getting head, mouth surrounding a man's gloriously hard rod, getting lost in how sexy it feels, in a way no woman can offer. It remains surprising just how both pussy and cock are so sexually satisfying in very different ways.