I had been expertly seduced into cumming into and around his waiting hot hole, seduced by how good it felt to fuck a man without a condom. He had perfectly exploited two advantages - my sluttiness and his. It has been over a month since my last sauna visit, a much longer interval than usual over the last years of having sex with other men here. And it had only been after several hours before being able to sink into an ocean of wet cock sucking. Leading to placing my cock against the offered and willing soft hole of my third darkroom cock sucker, finally giving in to one of my most forbidden temptations.
Realizing why the baths have such a hold on those who have indulged themselves in fulfilling their kinky lusts. Such as fucking a horny stranger - or being fucked by one.
The first two hours of this visit had been among some of the poorest spent here, with barely any mutual contact as the bathhouse filled. Yet now, in the darkroom, my cock rigid and ready, I was experiencing the intense perfection of bare anal sex with another man, since first hearing about the baths as a place to have sex with other men decades ago.
It has been exceedingly lucky being so conveniently close to a wonderful male only sauna. I have certainly had extremely rewarding experiences in other bathhouses, but this place remains enthralling in a way that nowhere can match. Yet it is not only here that I have learned over the years to plan at least three hours, but not to go beyond that as that is a waste.
Today though, up to the end of the third hour had not been promising either. Some mild fun had been had, of course - including a threesome involving some very enjoyable ass touching and cock stroking, plus a bit of cock sucking in the dark room. Nonetheless, none of these encounters had really entered a heavenly state for me, though in one case, a man did cum after enjoying my talents, especially involving his soft ass. This happened maybe an hour after the bathhouse opened, cumming hard while being jacked off. Then, when leaving, he said "you got what you wanted, didn't you?"
I have never understood this perspective, though it is certainly shared among a number of bathhouse visitors. Cumming is generally an end, and that is someone else's decision to make for themselves, not a trophy to be collected. However, playing such games is fine when I am the one in charge, surrendering my cock willingly. The tension between giving in and still restraining myself adds to the fun, to be honest.
Sluts understand this, though a number of men at the bathhouse are too direct or clumsy, simply grabbing or forcing without any concern whether the other person is interested. The other problem is with those visitors who simply don't move or participate. This is not always bad, obviously, but it tends to get boring if one is in a truly slutty mood. A mood that is always best shared among those getting off.
As the afternoon continued, the crowding was not encouraging in the least, at times requiring me to simply leave a packed area, where nothing seemed to be going on. In general, that is - most of the men standing around seemed uninvolved, something that becomes normal the more visitors there are. This is not the same as saying no one was having sex - most of the cabins were in use. However, part of the difference just might be that such crowding involves a higher percentage of gay men.
It has certainly been my experience in a couple of other bathhouses in larger cities that the crowd was more gay, as compared to men wanting to have sex with other men. For example, men looking for an already hard cock, and instantly leaving when not finding a stiff length. I like getting hard, it is part of the fun of having sex with different partners. Something understood by enough men to guarantee my ongoing visits to male only saunas for mutual games. At least as a potential explanation for such behavior, that gets tedious after encountering it over and over again in a visit like now, it has a certain appeal.
Making a final circuit, a blowjob was available in a video booth, but only briefly. The porn had caught my attention along with the open door blowjob. The screen showed a man going down on a cock of a partner with breasts, the sort of kinky porn that appeals to me when turned on. Like now, stroking my cock while watching the scene in front of me, other men wandering around. The first man soon left without cumming, prompting me to enter a bit, waiting for a signal.
Stepping closer, his hand reached out, guiding me into his used mouth. That short interval of paradise was a concrete reminder of exactly why so many men go to such saunas. The darkroom, the last planned stop, seemed at least empty enough compared to the last two times trying to deal with the visitor filled conditions. My luck continued to turn, with some tempting byplay only occasionally interrupted by clumsy movement, leading to me turning to the gloryhole, this time hopefully not blocked off by a horny couple.
At the gloryhole, paying some attention to it as my cock went to the other side, realizing it had been enlarged. Sad in a way, as the original version was perfect to slide my cock ridge against, providing an exquisite sensation along with fairly obvious sounds. However, the advantages of this expansion were soon clear, including how easily my cock and balls could be played with by a man on each side of the wall. It had taken little time for my cock to be engulfed in a stranger's mouth, feeling a hand on my ass pulling me closer as another hand played with my balls.
Soon, the magic of a glory hole completely ensnared us, his mouth surrounding my horny rod as he played with himself. At first, he was in control, parted lips impossible to resist, but the game evolved over time, self-control balanced by entrancing oral delight. Trying to ensure that we were playing equally, giving in to various desires at times, losing myself in face fucking, pressed against the wall. The poppers were definitely not desirable, as it would cause orgasm far too quickly.
Gaining control is essential for longer term games. Reaching different levels of excitement, riding the waves of pure delight is a skill. Stroking my wet cock right in front of his lips teasing him until sliding back in his mouth and up against the wall. Letting him go deeper and deeper, right to the edge of releasing hot cum in his soft mouth, starting to moan helplessly against the wall about how good it felt to be sucked.
