Taking good photos is a difficult skill to acquire, especially when sex is involved. However, it isn't the resulting images that are the main attraction in my case - making pictures of sex turns me on much more intensely than looking at them. Not that looking - and sharing - them later isn't fun, of course.
Using a camera at a bathhouse requires at least a certain degree of discretion, the bathhouse being an intensely private space, considering how much public male sex is going on. Much the same is true of using a camera at a nudist beach - nude people have a higher expectation of privacy than those wearing clothes. However, when the photography is clearly between consenting adults, no one has a problem.
The baths have their private spaces, and what happens there is the exclusive business of the people involved - generally cock sucking and rimming and fucking and kissing and even occasionally cross dressing. I haven't taken photos often, in part because using a camera is work, and the baths are distinctly a place to play. However, after several recent extremely satisfying visits, my desire to take more photos had grown pressing.
Arriving right when the baths opened, in less than a quarter of an hour later, I was in the whirlpool after drinking a beer, having my cock stroked as I stroked his erect rod. When he began touching my ass lightly, a leg went over his, making it easier for him to pleasure my hole. Soon, I started doing the same to him, making him sigh and stretch out, his cock rising above the water as my finger slid deeper into the smooth and pulsing tightness.
At some point, we were fingering and stroking each other, creating pleasure in a luxuriously rising wave. Looking at how horny the other was, knowing that we'd done this several times over the past years, never exchanging a word, as our bodies understood each other perfectly. One of the true attractions of a male only sauna being how uncomplicated it can be to find someone else who has had male sex with a hundred partners - or more. Practice hones skill, though not everyone at a bathhouse can be described as skilled, nor is every man interested in precisely the same experiences or styles.
A couple of other men were also in the jacuzzi, but none became involved in our explicitly open activities. I took my leave after almost cumming several times, only mildly surprised when noting that the clock above the steamroom door showed I'd been in the whirlpool for more than a half hour.
Entering the steamroom, the space was somewhat empty, making it easy to do a hit of rush in the enclosed shower area. Breathing out, I walked towards the back, noting one couple breaking up and leaving the dimness, along with a man on the bench against the rear wall. I went into the dark corner section, starting to play with my swelling cock. Aware of how it was illuminated by the light from the glass door, turned on by the thought of invitingly exposing myself like this.
Watching how the sitting man turned his head to see, hand touching his own obviously horny cock. Leaving the darkness to sit near him, letting my foot slide over his, testing his reaction. He responded quickly, his hand making me gasp when it found my erect rod. Soon, we were doing much the same together as I'd enjoyed in the whirlpool before. It took little time to discover how the other was also a nipple slut when jacking off, or how good a finger playing with an ass felt.
Again, like in the whirlpool, the other men that entered the space remain uninvolved, a fact that was barely noticed as we brought each other close to orgasm. However, here the heat places a limit on how long one can enjoy getting off with other men, leading him to leave just before reaching my own, already shifted a couple of times, personal limit.
Outside, spending some time under the shower, starting to soap my cock, the familiar sensations turning me on, without any inhibition about being in public. Leading to leaning against the wall, jerking off, not caring if anyone saw, though not exactly in an exhibitionistic fashion. Generally, bathhouses are not a place for showing off, they are a place for having sex, which is considerably more satisfying.
Drying off, I went to the locker room, getting out the black bag concealing the camera, noting that another half hour or so had passed. Going upstairs, little seemed to be happening, though one man was laying on his stomach in the row of booths next to the darkroom. Knowing what that meant, the temptation grew increasingly inviting after seeing how the porn cabins and theater were empty, the playing porn being uninteresting.
More than an hour and quarter had passed till now, and idea of taking pictures of sex with a stranger prompted me to return to the booth. Entering, I let my hand stretch out to lightly stroke his legs, soon using both hands to tease him. Teasing that gradually led to its desired result, as his cock became accessible after an extended period of growing temptation, making him groan and shift, no longer able to restrain himself.
I love letting my hands roam over a willing body, first lightly, just above the skin, playing with the hair. Aware that starting between the ankles and knees allows the chance to expand into several erogenous areas. After reaching his inner thighs, one hand, then the other, went down to his feet, making him sigh with bliss as his toes and soles were massaged, letting one hand or the other slide over his ass, reminding him that this was just the beginning.
Spreading his legs in clear invitation, I closed the door while putting the towel and bag on the platform, taking a moment to get condoms and the rush bottle out. The camera remained discrete, but readily available.
