(An older in complete recounting, finally finished - back when oral sex and condoms still went together.)
The pleasure engulfed me completely, the man beneath me taking my hard cock deeper. The sense of merging was incredible as we fucked, his motions and skill lifting me to a new level, cock sinking into his soft and inviting ass. My rod pressed against his perfect sheath, making it feel so huge as it stretched his horny hole. Words were coming from both our throats, but neither of us were capable of making any sense of them. Except at the most basic sexual level, sharing ourselves completely, beyond such distinctions as top or bottom as we fucked.
He wanted my cock, and I could no longer resist his least desire. We had already been fucking for a while, my gasps and groans and pleas to go slower amusing him - whenever he wasn't the one grunting and moaning, with me asking him about what we were doing as my cock rammed itself into a perfectly wanting tunnel of male desire.
We had shifted positions a couple of times, and just before the intensity of my cock head feeling his inviting hole exploded throughout my being, his fingers had been stroking and positioning my cock. As his guiding fingers came closer to my cock head, the pure satisfaction began to crest, reaching a peak when he positioned my cock perfectly, cock head sliding deeper. It had been a while since last fucking a stranger's offered ass, yet this was still a new sensation, one that had me become nothing but an ass fucker, slapping the booth walls as my palms found a new position to pound him.
This is what I had wanted during my last, shorter, visit, seeing a man laying down on his towel, with spread legs, in a booth. But the remaining fifteen minutes then seemed too short to enjoy something that normally takes considerably longer, especially as being late was not a good option while married.
For today's visit, I'd made sure that timing would not play a role for hours. The last visit had reminded me just how wonderful the sexual haze can grow, provided there are no external concerns. The organic smoke provided its customary boost, the poppers bottle was in my black bag with a selection of condoms, and my customary beer was quickly finished.
Going downstairs, there were a couple of towels in the cubbyholes, and a man in the Finnish sauna. I showered, and went to the hot tub, leaving my towel and bag on a recliner. Starting to go up the steps, I saw the man from the dry sauna enter the Turkish bath. Leading me to get my camera, and take a few pictures.
It was not exactly furtive photography, as it seemed reasonable to think that three naked men would likely find something to occupy themselves for at least a couple of moments. There being the first apparent visitors to a male only steam bath, where fantastic sex with strangers was something essentially everyone entering it was familiar with - and looking to enjoy again.
After taking a couple of pictures, which took forever as the batteries were again almost empty, I repacked everything in my bag, and entered the nicely warm whirlpool. The water was nice after the ride, the warmth soaking through me. As generally the case, the water jets were just too much, especially considering how no one else had come downstairs yet. Combined with the fact that nobody had left the steam room, it seemed time to put the camera in the locker.
Something I had not considered at the start of my bathhouse picture taking career. Until after coming out of the whirlpool on a Friday, seeing a man going through my stuff, a condom in his hand. One he'd taken from under my crumpled towel in the cubbyhole. He had yet to find the camera, as his method was quite chaotic. Approaching, it was clear that my black bag was the next thing he would have noticed. Politely saying 'that is mine,' I interrupted him, just on the verge of being exposed as someone taking pictures in a very sexual space, one that relies on a certain idea of privacy to maintain its broad attraction among its many customers.
Done stowing my camera in the empty locker room, I went upstairs, visiting the darkroom first. Though it sounded like a couple of people were enjoying sexual activity, it was not possible to find it with my outstretched hand sweeping in the darkness. The darkroom is quite large, but fumbling in the dark to find people who possibly desire remaining by themselves is not that attractive to me.
I soon left, going into one of the pair of booths right outside of the dark area, hearing the obvious sounds of sex from the other one. I did a hit of poppers, getting wonderfully hard listening to the strangers so close. Still hard, I picked up my things and walked back towards the porn area, my towel held at least somewhat modestly in front of an erect cock.
Both porn booths were empty, so I wandered into the porn room, seeing one man in the porn area. His hand was underneath his towel, and it was obvious while I looked that he was fondling his balls. When he noticed me looking, his hand moved a bit, opening his towel as his fingers circled his half hard cock.
Sitting down in the middle of the middle row, soon stroking myself while watching the rimming shown on the opposite wall. Getting horny, I turned my head to see what he was doing. The towel was no longer exactly concealing, and from here, the view of his stroking was ideal. He hadn't changed position, though if he wished, his foot could have been in easy reach of my hand.
The video was actually pretty hot, making it easy to get hard, turned on by the truth another man was watching me jack off to gay porn. A man equally interested, undoubtedly. Soon, the pleasure had increased to the point that my eyes closed, staying just on the other side of cumming, letting my cock be exposed in a state of pure horniness for a while, legs spreading wide.
Showing off, I almost came, several times, knowing that the pre-cum made my cock glisten in the shimmering light reflected from the scene on the screen. A scene tempting me to just let my stroking fist lead to a public orgasm. I turned my head at times, opening my eyes, seeing just how intensely aroused he was watching me, no longer paying really paying attention to the screen.
However, after almost cresting several times, the inevitable decline occurred. He never moved closer, and no one else had entered the space. By now, that certain bathhouse atmosphere had begun to suffuse through my body, something indescribably primal, and totally addictive.
Doing another hit of rush before returning to the steam bath, noting the numerous abandoned towels before going inside. Entering the dim humidity, seeing one man in the corner next to the door, enticing sounds explaining what the other naked strangers might be doing.
Heading to the back slowly, ending up sitting down next to a man positioned much the way I often preferred in the back. It was clear he was sucking a standing man's cock. Moving my leg against his, feeling his hand slide along my thigh, then touch my cock as I found his nipple. Soon, we were stroking each. Another man came up on my side. My hands quickly went to his cock, soon being joined by the other man's questing touch.
Opening a condom, I began sucking his cock, as a foursome developed in the steam room. The light was just enough to see the man sitting next to me slide his hand over my cock, just as my left hand gripped his erect length. We were both sucking off a partner, each of whom was also touching the other cock sucker. In my case, with fingers that rubbed over my nipple, making my cock sucking even sluttier, especially when lifting my hand to feel the base of his naked and slippery wet shaft. Letting my circled fingers rise until they met the lips surrounding a stranger's luscious cock.
The man I was cock sucking guided my head slowly, all of us sharing in the opportunity to enjoy the alluring pleasures of being hard with other turned on men. Especially the possibility to have two or three people touching or kissing at the same time. Someone's fingers also met my lips, the sensations melting together, from my filled mouth, stroked cock, rubbed nipples. My own efforts were split between mouth fucking a rigid length, and having my left hand stroke the sitting man's cock, while my right hand manipulated his nipple.
