The last two visits share a certain thread, one that is irresistible. Indulging in the sort of decadent fun associated with visiting a bathhouse, being anally pleasured in public. There are different varieties of anal delights, but it is unusual to experience them twice in a row.
The first extended session involved the porn room, sitting on the top tier, stroking and waiting for a stranger to approach my available cock. After years of experience, the bathhouse is by far the easiest place to have sex with other men. A place where you can be completely free to enjoy luxurious male contact, of a variety first experienced decades ago, jacking off with a friend.
The porn was hot, a group scene, generally my favorite gay porn genre - hard cocks and kissing, nipple play and rimming, fucking and sucking, all among my favorite things to do at the bathhouse. Men getting off with other men is incredibly erotic, submerging in mindless delights, kissing and being kissed, sucking and being sucked, cock touching other horny cocks, fingering and being fingered. In such a state, an hour having amazing sex with strangers feels like just a couple of minutes.
A man entered, and stood at the end of the wall. He glanced around as I focussed my attention on his towel wrapped crotch. It took him a moment to see me in the top corner, only looking fleetingly before leaving. This sort of brief awareness is common at the baths, often having an interesting effect, one reason for being so obvious while looking at him. I continued to enjoy the porn with a now nicely stiff rod, keeping a bit of my attention reserved for the entrance area.
He returned after a moment, not glancing around or looking at the screen, but not looking upwards at first either. I kept stroking a now rigid length, knowing that he would see my face looking at his crotch again. When his head turned up, I opened my legs, his reaction to an exposed cock being what one hopes at a bathhouse. His hand began to rub the front of the now loosened towel, his expression growing hornier.
Stroking, showing off my cock, enticing him - and myself. By this point, the beer and weed were adding to the haze filling my mind as he stepped up, unwrapping his towel, putting it on the tier beneath me. Pointing my cock towards his face as he knelt, both of us turned on, knowing that he was about to go down on me.
Moaning "take it .. cock slut .. oh yeah .. fuck yeah .. oh yeah" as his lips slid over my waiting cockhead. It felt fantastic, fully aware that this is what makes cruising so much fun, and why men cannot stop going to the baths once they experience what is offered. Like now, riding the edge of orgasm, grasping my now wet cock, taking a bit of control back from his exquisite sucking. As the sensations lost their initial raw intensity, I got out the poppers bottle, aware that its effects might be too overwhelming to enjoy any time soon. Also aware that if they were not ready now, I might get far too distracted to deal with them later - knowing that I would want to enjoy the magic from the brown bottle.
I had reached down to play with his nipples as he went down on me, still watching the group sex on the screen. At least a couple of men were drifting around - once a pair starts playing publicly, there is a certain restraint generally, waiting for some indication that another man would be welcome. Which neither of us were giving, enjoying a skilled blow job.
His mouth left my cock, and starting to jack me off, I heard him saying "what a hot cock .. really nice .. sexy to suck." My hand covered his, starting to control his motions, pointing my cock head towards his tempting mouth. It was ecstasy when his lips surrounded by hard shaft again, his tongue swirling, fingers lightly brushing the hair between opened thighs and under my balls. An exquisite sensation to experience, especially when the touching continues to drift lower, starting to tease the hair around my hole.
My reaction was not only physical - moaning "oh fuck .. so good .. lower .. do me lower .. slut." It did not matter whether anyone else knew what I wanted, or saw and heard me getting off with a stranger. My eyes fluttered closed when he started to teabag me, his finger causing my hole to quiver. At this point, he pulled me forward, putting my legs up, making me pant in anticipation.
One of things always associated with the baths and men having sex with each other is rimming. The reason why is obvious to anyone who has experienced it. Knowing that anyone could see it happen was a real thrill, giving in to an ass licking cock sucker. His tongue was magic, as is always the case when getting rimmed. My mind was very slow, as if coated in sweet honey, barely aware of my moaning and jacking off, legs open and spread in the air above me.
He stopped, and I was barely able to make out his saying "want to go to a booth?" Not hearing an answer, he returned to sucking my cock. Opening my eyes and lifting my head, the porn was captivatingly hot, a group of men kissing and sucking and rimming - an incredible scene to see while a stranger went down on me.
When his tongue went down between my cheeks again, I looked around, seeing a turned on man jacking off on the bottom tier. He noticed my attention, moving quickly to sit near me. After he had settled down, my right hand reached over, starting to stroke his inner thigh, soon fondling his balls, then gripping his stiff rod. At some point, the man kneeling beneath me returned to sucking my cock, the new man bending his head to start kissing a nipple as I kept jacking his sexy shaft.
Now in the middle of a threesome, which shifted at some point, prompting me to open the poppers before going down on the new man's cock, still indulging in a blow job from the kneeling man. It was a deep hit, and after closing the bottle tightly, I bent over, my lips opening to take his cock inside. The rush made the fact that I was about to go down on a stranger's cock incredibly thrilling. The type of thrill that make the baths such a hot place to have sex.
