Sometimes, bathhouse visits work in a certain fashion, leading to spending a couple of hours satisfying various sex desires with total strangers - along with people who are not exactly strangers after passing years. Such as the short man a couple of visitors behind me in the line of men waiting to enter on a Sunday afternoon, another true bathhouse slut, something that I look at from two different perspectives.
The first, since I have seen him barebacking repeatedly over the years, is that there is a certain risk going beyond certain boundaries. The second being he is a slut, and a very skillful cock sucker. The one who pretty much made me give up using condoms when enjoying oral sex. Basically, he cannot resist a nice available cock, and he knows mine can be very available. Which it was even now, in public outside of the sauna, considering how long it has been since my last bathhouse visit. Memories only satisfy temporary desires while making anticipation grow ever larger, especially of feeling a man's lips slide over my cock head and down the shaft.
It has become a well worn routine, getting undressed, drinking a beer, going upstairs with my bag, including a camera. Walking around the empty upper floor, I went into a booth and laid on my stomach, legs open. Nobody came by, since basically no one was upstairs, as is typical for at least the first hour after this bathhouse opens. Not always by any means, for when something happens upstairs at the start of a visit, it is generally more than worth the time of the other periods spent waiting.
Putting the camera and bag into my locker, the dressing area was not too crowded. Going downstairs, I first looked at the whirlpool, which held a couple of people and the main fountain jetting. Not exciting enough, particularly after noticing how many towels were in the steambath wall cubbyholes.
The steam room was half full, most men being in the somewhat lit front area, at least a couple of pairs seeming quite intimate. Spending some time in the back, nothing developed except a bit of sweat. Leaving, I saw my towel had been taken, which is one of the slightly strange things that happens here. I went to the bar, naked, and they gave me a fresh towel. This is not something so unusual that they aren't familiar with men needing a new towel. Occasionally, pretty serious disputes about towel ownership have erupted in the dark room, something I find mainly amusing.
Going back upstairs, the 'new' section with a sling room and booths was empty. In the other section, a door to one porn cabin was closed. Walking down the short entrance space into the porn room, what could be seen on the wall was promising, a pair involved in anal oral sex, both hard. The video was definitely to my taste, even before it became apparent there was a pair in the center of the benches. The man sitting getting head was the one recognized at the entrance as a true slut.
The man with the large cock getting head turned to look as I sat, spreading my towel, then putting down the condoms and the magic brown bottle. Sitting back naked, legs open, hand naturally finding a horny swelling cock, watching erotic gay porn. After starting to get harder, I looked down at an actual blow job, thinking how good it would feel to get sucked. Knowing that it would likely happen soon, horny cock going into a stranger's welcoming mouth. Everyone who visits a male only sauna is aware of the opportunities and temptations, and how easily they can be satisfied.
The man getting blown turned to directly look at me playing with my stiff length, and seeing its size, he soon moved between my legs, gripping the shaft of my rigid cock. 'Fuck yes .. god yes .. want it .. suck me' I moaned as he started to go down, taking his time to tease and tempt. He is quite a skilled cock sucker, good enough to have basically made me give up condoms by oral sex. A decision I have yet to regret, particularly considering how good it feels with a bare cock compared to a covered one - giving or receiving.
After a delicious moment of giving head, he asked for the poppers. Of course I was happy to share, as poppers make sex fantastic. Particularly bathhouse sex, among other men who know just how oerfectly poppers adds to male only sex. I opened the bottle under his nose, his lips still spread over my cock head, and he breathed in a couple of times at each nostril. This is one method, but the way I prefer is to take a single long hit, and hold my breath as the rush takes control. Even better is doing the same long hit, then sharing it by kissing your partner, breathing out as they breath in, lips and tongues merging.
But once the rush starts to expand through your body, the method of breathing in the scent is meaningless. Keeping my breath in as he started to take me deeper again, looking at the hot dirty porn action, sinking into paradise before breathing out. This was heavenly, sharing poppered male sex with someone I'd had sex with before, seeing how his cock was still being sucked as he went down on me. My cock felt immense filling his mouth, feeling how the poppers were taking control of him also, recognizing the attraction of giving head while the rush fills you.
The thing that makes getting head after doing a hit of poppers extraordinary is when the person going down on you does a hit first. Both becoming pure mouth fucking sluts, connecting at a primal level of pure sex. Pumping my cock into his mouth, hips moving, legs spread, knowing he would deep throat me as I watched the rimming porn. Rimming has always been part of what I associate with a bathhouse, and watching it while being sucked was irresistible. This was the sort of thing imagined years ago, indulging in a certain late 70s sexual haze, enjoying how so many things come together in a bathhouse. Most definitely including the bowl, beer, and brown bottle combining to make anonymous sex like this irresistible - especially knowing that the baths were always easily available to repeat the pleaure.
After an extended interval of oral bliss, he stood up and moved towards my mouth. Considering just how truly slutty I know he is, sucking his cock was not really going to happen. Instead, I began to teabag him, fingers wrapped around his truly majestic sized cock, tongue bathing his balls. As I did this, the other cock sucker began to caress my shaft.
The standing man became more insistent, but never crudely rude. We do know each, in certain ways, both of us being serious bathhouse sluts, each aware that the other can easily have sex with a half dozen men. However, my refusing his various desires goes back years, boundaries being a necessary part of enjoying the bathhouses without undue problems. Being slutty is one thing - being a complete bareback slut is something else.
