The first touch was heavenly, a light stroke of a stranger's hand over one foot, followed a quivering moment later by his hand beginning to touch the other in the same way. A low moan escaped as his hands moved upwards, legs inexorably opening wider in anticipation. His fingers ran expertly over my sensitive hair and skin, only slowly moving higher, causing my pressed cock to grow against the towel, making me ever hornier.
He was skillfully turning me on, taking the lead as I lay passively in the cabin, eyes closed, overwhelmed by how intense it was to have my explicit desire be accepted. Only a couple of times in the last years have I experimented with laying in a cabin with an open door, head facing away from the door, near the rear wall of the padded space. And then each time, after a short interval without any passersby, getting back up, overwhelmed by a certain feeling that such an explicit invitation to have my ass fucked was not something to do, even in a place where men fuck other men. As I have several times in these same booths.
There also existed a certain hesitation, wondering if my ass would be fuckable in another man's eyes, whether providing another man such a clear signal concerning possibility of putting his cock in me was the right thing to do. It is certainly not always successful in terms of time - I have seen men in the same passive position and booth for more than a half hour at a stretch.
Today, though, my luck appeared excellent, having only been laying for just a couple of minutes after arranging my towel and supplies. Condoms, poppers, and lube near the right rear corner, the black bag holding more condoms and a camera. I was hoping to use it after what has become an extended pause in shareable pictures. In part because of a couple of refusals, though in larger part due to my tastes running in a group direction for months - neither the darkroom with its row of gloryholes nor the steam room are suitable for photography - or even carrying the camera inside of.
His erotic touching followed an intriguing pattern - faster than merely teasing, but also with pauses that left me moaning for more, opening my legs, hand straightening my sensitive and growing cock, pointing downwards towards him. His hands stroked the hair along my inner thighs, ran over my ass, and soon, his fingers began to brush along the tip of my now exposed cock. The turn-on was unstoppable, knowing that by this point, he had thoroughly taken me up on my offer to be fucked, bringing me to a state of extreme horniness merely as a prelude.
An interlude that grew ever more heavenly, something tantalizing touching between my ass cheeks. While it happened, I was fairly certain it must be a beard, having kept my eyes closed as a strange man had expertly started to make me his willing fuck partner. The truth of not having looked at him at all was part of a new kinky thrill filling me, bringing anonymous sex to an entirely different level. One that my bi friend has described regarding her own tastes in such a style of sex, one she considers fully submissive.
Something I was beginning to understand as his hands roamed over my body before concentrating their motion on my ass, a brief sensation of his breath as the only hint of his starting to kiss my willing ass cheeks. Something he did not do for long, as his tongue soon touched my hole, exposed by his gripping hands spreading my crack wider. Of course I positioned myself to provide his tongue full access, my cock not quite too stiff for him to pull it backwards, his touch exquisite as he rubbed its length before sliding his fingertips over my cock head, then just underneath the ridge. Feeling his tongue slide over my balls before it reached the base of my shaft, moaning helplessly, as he duplicated the motions he had just done with his fingers, slowly running his tongue over the head and under the flared ridge, taking me into the heaven of his cocksucking mouth.
