Having been several months since the last visit to the baths, when this Saturday presented itself, taking the opportunity was simple. Resulting in being reminded of the various sauna attractions, along with their pitfalls, including why Saturday is rarely my first choice. Any day of the week or time of day can be fantastic when luck occurs, but there are patterns which recur in certain fashions.
Such as visits that just don't really click and are not worth writing about, which describes most of what happened this time. Running into multiple utterly passive partners in a row, getting into a dark room group situation where almost no one seemed to stay involved for more than a minute. Plus going to a booth with someone who did not even bother to ask before using my poppers, did not offer them to me, and who then stopped me from going down on him after doing a hit, somehow a perfect summation of how things misfired so often.
A situation that seems to happen most often on a Saturday, as I recalled, being a day where the crowd just seems a bit different. Something that often occurs on holidays too, with the visitor mix not the customary one. This Saturday visit fit into that pattern, not really recognizing any regulars. Yet it was also one of those visits where maybe 10 minutes after getting undressed, my cock was being sucked as I played with a stiff rod, getting ready to go down on it.
Sometimes things go quickly in the porn room when the shared horniness is plain. The porn was of a threesome sucking and rimming, wonderful to watch while getting long anticipated head, feeling fingers seeking my ass. His interest was obvious, though not really skilled, creating more than a bit of unwillingness to play along. Yet also kindling a certain desire on my part. Surprisingly so, but considering how long it had been since my last visit, understandable.
Yet from the start, the connection was not perfect, even after that initial shared round of cock sucking. The first slightly odd thing involved him asking when I had last showered. Answering about an hour ago did not seem to be all that satisfactory to him, for whatever reason.
He also asked several times where I was from, even after the lack of interest in answering must have been obvious. For me, the baths are a place to have sex with strangers. Over the years there have been occasional exchanges on a more personal level, but most of the time when someone is interested in me, it is on the same level as my interest in them, that being to get off. Often, getting off with multiple partners at the same time or in sequence, floating in an ocean of mutual sexual pleasure, where conversation is not really possible anyways.
His insistence in knowing was much like his insistence regarding fingering my ass, but he managed to stay just under my threshold for getting irritated. Even when going down on him, he kept trying to reach my hole without any cooperation on my part. After the second time he sucked my hard cock, he asked about going to a booth. I did not reply while stroking my slippery wet cock watching the hot gay porn, where both of the rimmed men were now being finger fucked, the man in the middle stroking his rod while going down a stiff dick and being finger fucked.
One of my earliest male sex fantasies involved being the man in the middle, feeling a cock in my ass in front of another man. Something that has not happened, though I have been on both sides of the middle man, really enjoying it. A blow job from a man being fucked is wonderful, totally slutty as his mouth's motions reflect the cock pumping into his open hole. As is being the man doing the fucking, creating the motions the other man is feeling as he gets head.
"I want to lick your ass. Go with me to a cabin?" he asked, pressing his palm against my balls, fingers lightly playing with the hair between my legs. The sensations made me moan, as did the offer. When his mouth returned to my cock, making my hole more accessible to his touch was inevitable, entranced by the porn and his revealed skill.
He lifted his head, allowing me to take his dick into my mouth again, still not answering his question. He shifted a bit then stood, picking up his towel, looking at me, his erect cock glistening as he took the first step down, repeating the offer to lick my ass. My expression must have made obvious my desire before gathering up my things to follow him, expecting a short trip to one of the video booths, as was customary in such situations.
Instead, both of us naked and hard, he walked to the other end, picking one of the newer cabins, making it quite likely I had never had sex there in particular. The newer side has a swing that is amazingly uncomfortable and generally not occupied. Though a couple of the cabins were well used, in general this entire section tends to be emptier than the rest of the other areas where men have sex.
He went in first, almost blocking the entrance for a bit, until he moved away from the door. I put down my towel, then knelt on it to put my other things to the side. He said that there was no reason for me to be up like that, creating a certain atmosphere from the start, one that was not typical in my years long experience.
So I stretched out before turning to sit up as he stood at the edge of platform, happily taking his cock back into my mouth. Leading him to start pinching my nipples, far too hard. Further, much like with asking about where I lived, he did not seem to grasp that repeated refusals regarding this roughness was not going to change.
