This is the second part of a recent bathhouse visit story. The first part describes taking my first pictures of group male sex, in a session lasting over an hour and involving 3 different men on camera.
Following that extraordinary experience, I went downstairs to shower and have another beer. Returning to the bar is starting to become more common, especially when the sex is really hot, cock wanting a bit of extra relaxation before submerging itself in further uninhibited male pleasures, found so easily here. The baths are a temple for cock worship, filled with men devoted to having sex with other men in heavenly bliss.
Finishing the beer, I went to the empty dark room, stretching out and relaxing. A couple of men came in and out, including one who spent a couple of minutes caressing my body before leaving. The darkroom is an inconsistent place, much like the porn theater. Sometimes, the action is fantastic, other times there are men around but nothing sparks between them, and then there are times where no one comes in at all for an extended stretch.
Today was completely typical for the darkroom, making it impossible to judge whether the new booth section, where an hour had just been spent with an open door and multiple men and a camera, was having an impact on public group fun. Another man came in, taking his time to explore the darkroom before discovering it was not empty. Finding my outstretched arm, he seemed unable to orient himself to my position, including running a hand over my face clumsily enough to almost push off my glasses.
However, he was able to place his mouth on my cock, making me sigh in contentment. Sighing that soon ended, as he too surprisingly left, for no obvious reason. This too has happened in the past, but having two men act the same way in such a short period was unusual. Though a part of me thought it might just be a balancing of the scales, considering how fantastic the previous session in the booth had been.
At least one, and possibly a couple, persons entered and then left, making me wonder about going myself. Playing with other men or simply relaxing in the warm darkness are both attractive, but with visitors apparently uninterested in sex coming and going, neither of those options could be enjoyed. Another man entered, starting to walk behind the glory hole wall, now making sure that my left foot was so positioned at the rear entrance as to be unavoidable.
As turned out to be the case, a hand running tantalizingly up my leg, then along my inner thigh. He began to lightly brush my cock, causing it to grow. He shifted, placing his knee on the pad, making it fairly clear what would happen next. Yet as almost always happens, the sheer delight of a mouth enveloping my cock head forced a slutty moan, followed by saying "oh fuck yes .. suck it."
When his mouth left my cock, I found and opened the poppers bottle, doing my fourth hit of the day before going down on his thick stiff cock, taking him deep into my mouth, lost in the pleasure of sucking a stranger's dick. However, we never quite got into the proper position for 69ing. A couple of other men had entered the darkroom, but the proper spark seemed to be lacking. Though I did go down on him again, poppers making me a total suck slut, he did not return the favor, soon leaving the way he had come.
It was a bit complicated to leave, with two men in the way, and though the time had been enjoyable enough, it was nowhere near the earlier sheer pleasure of the mini-orgy in the cabin. Deciding to stay at the baths a bit longer to let the beer clear a bit, I went to the steambath.
Reaching downstairs after going down the spiral and long straight stairways, a few towels were in the cubbyhole wall. In the interest of completeness, I walked over to the whirlpool, discovering it completely filled. Deciding that the steambath would be the last stop of this visit, I entered, almost bumping into a man wanting to go through the door. Walking directly to the rear, I needed to dodge another leaving man, and soon discovered that the back was empty.
Taking a quick shower inside the steamroom's shower space, I rinsed off the last soap that might have still been on my cock and balls. Going back out, cock swelled after a bit of jacking off in the shower area, my luck changed, as a man approached as I stood at the dividing line between dim and pitch black. One of the better places to hang out if interested in having sex with strangers, as both men walking through the dimness and those concealed in the darkness can take advantage of a person standing there.
