Though I'd brought poppers for a bit of repeat steamroom fun, as is generally true at the baths, intentions and reality rarely intersect perfectly. Or too well, with a stranger sucking my uncovered cock and fingering my ass, legs spread wide, moaning, still concerned about condoms, an intention only given up slowly as he painstakingly turned me on, making my completely complicit, exploiting the common male weakness for getting sucked off.
My unseen partner had skillfully tempted me into becoming his naked suck slut, understanding that all he required was to get his lips over my cock, to let me experience his warm wetness. Waiting until I could no longer stop his mouth from taking control of the situation, regardless of how many attempts I made to resist its entrancing skills. A resistance that weakened slowly but consistently, as I needed to do nothing but remain lying in the dark, fisting my stiff length, letting a stranger turn me on to the point of no longer stopping his mouth from sliding over my cock head. Knowing that I'd fill that mouth with hot cum.
A game of simple pleasures, played between horny men, one that is becoming continually more difficult to resist. Where the addictive immediate reality of male cock worship overrides any potential future concerns, a truth easily exploited by dedicated bathhouse cock suckers. As he was, my cock being at least the second he'd gone down on today.
My condoms and camera were in their black bag, now bent glasses next to them against the wall. The condoms still being in the bag meant that dealing with them would have interrupted the various pleasures a stranger was creating. His intentions had been clear from the start. Laying there together, his tongue moving towards my quivering shaft, it was easy to put off dealing with a condom, by gently pushing his head away, saying "not bare" several times.
He moved his head away as I kept stroking my shaft, his hand roaming over my thigh, finding its way between my slowly opening legs. Causing an obvious response, as he began to anally tease me. Soon, the dry finger became uncomfortable, making me twist enough to ensure he understood my meaning. He changed position, starting to slide his mouth along the base of my cock, going lower to lick my hairy sack.
His hand gently pushed mine away from my stiff length, easily surrendering, left hand sliding over his head, feeling his short hair, playing with his ear. Moaning lightly when he sucked my left nut into mouth, tongue bathing it the entire time. I'm starting to appreciate expert teabagging, having experienced it two out of the last three visits.
The other reason I'm starting to get addicted to my balls being licked at the baths is how the lickers use their spit to lubricate my willing and welcoming rosebud, so easily teased and penetrated. The sluttiness was irresistible, as he continued to use his mouth and fingers between my spread thighs. Unable to reach much more of him than his head and back, allowing no chance to change his focus - or mine. Deeply into the game of darkroom sex, for the second time today, fully aware of how the smell of my cock was turning him into a total slut.
The first time had ended poorly, for me, because clumsiness is something that one also encounters at the baths.
I'd drifted in and out of the darkroom a couple of times before getting more involved with a stranger, wearing nothing but a towel in a place where casual sex between men is the reason for being there. A delightful reason, as hands played with hair and balls and swelling cock. I'd started to leave when he entered, meaning that it was necessary to get rid of my bag again before using both hands.
After getting mutually hard, I led him back, spreading out my towel and putting my bag along the wall. Rush, poppers, and camera all unnecessary, as we began to get each other off in the darkness. No distractions, nothing but concentrated sexual attention. Something that only someone of the same sex can completely understand, though as any bi person knows, the other sex offers things that the same sex can never provide. An opinion shared by my female bi friend, who simply loves cock the way I do pussy.
Or vice versa, as the case may be.
My glasses were in the way of nipple sucking in rhythm to how he pumped my cock, so I took them off. Another man had started stroking my foot, then my leg. Soon, I felt a new hand over my cock, followed by the sensation of a man's breathing in my bush. Finished pushing the glasses and bag further back along the wall, I reached down, gently guiding the new man towards the other man's cock.
