Going on a Monday was not necessarily the solution to the baths being empty, but opportunity beckoned temptingly. As did smoking even more before visiting than last time. The appeal of being stoned and having gay group sex stretches back to my teenage years, when stroking while high let fantasies flow. Now, the reality continues to completely overshadow the fantasies of what can happen at a male only sauna.
Due to various health rules, the steam bath remains unavailable, a lack that continues to be fairly large in terms of cruising fun. The steam room is probably the most reliable place for serial group encounters, something I had never even known about back when believing a bathhouse possessed whirlpools and showers as primary attractions for naked men to enjoy each other.
Today, after arriving I was alone for several minutes at the entrance, and only one other man was behind me as I got naked in the locker room. It took little time to get undressed then go upstairs. Where I waited for a long while without anything happening. Finally, someone peeked at me a couple of times while in the porn room, resulting in nothing happening. The following interval in the dark room was equally empty.
Wandering again, debating whether to go downstairs, another man came out of the porn room, so I walked to the darkroom entrance, making sure he caught a glimpse of my towel slipping off before going inside. He soon followed, laying his towel next to mine. The poppers were already out, but I was still wearing a mask when he started to pull my head to his cock. My preferences do not include such an unsubtle approach, though the way he soon stopped and went down on me made up for a lot.
However, like last week, the sensations were simply too good too fast. Since this was occurring the third time in a row, quite possibly a lack of practice was playing at least as large a role as getting very stoned. As he went down on me, I took off the mask. After a nicely hazy period of head, I began to play with his cock before bending down to take its sexy length into my mouth.
Another man entered, then a couple more, one of whom approached us as I was going down on a stranger. Reaching out to add more encouragement as my partner bent down to take this new cock deep too, soon I felt his mouth on my cock. However, this proved temporary. The man I was giving head to started to make clear he wanted me on my back, requiring a bit of effort to move my things before laying down. As his lips slid down my shaft, it appeared that the other men were also having sex.
Sliding further back, he shifted position to straddle my face. Unfortunately, the poppers were nowhere to be quickly found, as soon the intense pleasure of 69 made thinking impossible. The best male 69 always seems to connect cock and mouth directly, yours and his, merging in pure bliss. My finger started teasing his ass, and it was heavenly when he started softly touching the hair at the top of my thighs and under my balls.
I began teasing his hairy skin, loving the chance to use a man's intimate hair to make him even hornier, being addicted to that style myself. He soon became a total ass slut, one available to play with, a perfect match to my lust.
Burying my face between his legs was paradise, with a wonderfully sexy scent filling my mind in animal lust. Compared to the last very direct rimming opportunity, this time was much more erotically charged. I took a luxurious time to lure him onward, knowing that I was the magician whose spell he could not help succumbing to. A spell that kept me enchanted as he sucked me, getting more sexy and sloppy the closer my probing tongue came to his soft ready ring.
The moaning around my rigid shaft was delightful as my tongue tip started to dart back and forth directly on his hole, still teasing his hairy crack at times. We continued for a nice stretch, a good amount of which I spent sweeping an arm out to keep track of my things. The poppers bottle was elusive, because just when I wanted to do a hit the sensations made finding it far too difficult.
Rarely had I ever felt so in control of a man, doing to him what had been done to me during that first visit to the baths. He was my total ass slut, mouth filled with cock, in a place where men have sex with strangers. Quite often, extraordinary male sex with unknown partners, giving in to the freedom to just get off.
With his ass wet, I slipped one finger in, and soon enough, a second followed as I sucked his cock. The tight softness was exquisite to feel, knowing he was completely captivated by the sliding motion. He moved away, clearly not wanting to cum yet. When he sat up and took up his towel, I took his cock into my mouth a final time, still searching for the poppers.
But at the end of our time, the bottle had disappeared completely, an unpleasantly distracting thought. However, I had kept track of my mask, and discovered I held his too. The room was far too dark to tell a difference, so I handed him one.
Which, after getting near the lit solarium room, turned out to have a broken strap. It also did not look like mine precisely. Returning to the dark room, I asked him to check and we returned to the light. At that point, he mentioned his mask was broken, so we exchanged. My interest had been in being accurate, as it was thoroughly possible that the strap had torn during the time spent keeping my things together.
Instead of going downstairs to shower after the first encounter, I went back into the darkroom a moment after exchanging masks. Getting lucky promptly as first one person, then another entered. The first man found my waiting cock quickly, and soon we were jacking each other off. The third man approached, soon playing with us. As the second man concentrated on my cock, the first man left, for whatever reason.
