Riding back after the latest 3 hour bathhouse visit, ass feeling really good in a new way, as if it would love to continue being rimmed and finger fucked for another hour or two. Rarely has a visit started so unevenly, and then ending up revealing - and fulfilling - more about my desires, exposed in a place where they are so easily indulged.
Men are not always ideal cock suckers, actually, particularly when it comes to facial hair. In the porn room, watching some hot jacking and sucking action, the just finished beer added its own enhancement to my stroking. Several weeks had passed since the last visit, making it easier to display my cock to the first man that came in, sitting down on the lowest row beneath me. Clearly a perfect place for a cock sucker to sit, as it turned out. The subtleties of the bathhouse are still something I am learning, after years of visiting.
Getting hard, legs spread, displaying myself, the man below was paying more attention to an approaching set of footsteps than me. Seeing another man turn the corner, to have his cock engulfed quickly. Between watching the real cock sucking and the screen, I was in voyeur heaven - at a place where watching is part of the shared attraction. The blow job continued for a while, turning me hard, as the cock sucked man watched my stroke. After enjoying himself, not cumming so early when at the baths, the man left. Leading to a certain anticipation as I pointed my rod at the cock sucker below me. Fully aware that generally, when at a male only sauna, one cock easily leads to another.
It took only a couple of moments before he turned his attention to me, kneeling on the middle level and taking my horny cock into his soft wet mouth. This is what I had been wanting for weeks, and watching the porn just made the sensations more satisfying. It was so good that poppers were out of the question, sinking into the glorious haze of getting head from a stranger.
Sensations which changed after a while, as his cock sucking started to rub his whiskers over my cock, in an increasingly unpleasant way. It was possible to redirect his sucking whenever it grew too much, but he seemed completely unaware of what I was finding distasteful. Nonetheless, getting sucked and watching porn was attractive enough to put with such things, though with ever less patience.
At some point, my cock no longer really hard, he stood up, and asked for me to fuck him. By this point, my cock was more than a bit sore, my interest waning, though he seemed unaware of that. When he had started going down, I had played with his nipples and tried to reach his cock, but he had no interest in mutual fun, which to be honest tends to be something that reduces my desire. Further, he was blocking the screen, just adding to the lack of desire to do what he asked.
Finally, I left, having to actually force my way past him, finishing off any chance of me doing whatever he wanted.
Though a nice reminder of how easy it is to find sex at the baths, such encounters are not what makes the baths paradise on Earth for men who have enjoyed their delights. I tend to write only about the best experiences, not the mundane or even distasteful, which can occur. Though the visit start was not great, there was also no question that the joy of my cock going into a stranger's mouth was irresistible, as just had happened. Already providing more than enough enjoyment to ensure my continued interest in going to the baths, regardless of how things developed later.
The next 45 minutes was not much of an improvement in terms of luck - a surprisingly clumsy man in the darkroom, and some distinct unpleasantness in the steam bath, ensuring that I would not be returning to it during this visit.
Around 4:30pm I went upstairs, debating whether this would be the last time exploring before leaving. As it turned out, that was the case, but in a surprisingly satisfactory way.
It is relaxing to simply lay naked in the dark alone, waiting for the next opportunity to arise without concern of time passing. A man came in, soon discovering my extended foot, then stroking upwards. As his hands continued further over my shins, my foot could feel he was still wrapped in a towel. Sliding over the cloth, his cock swelling while pressing and rolling my foot over the stiffening shaft.
