The short description does not adequately cover a half hour of incredible nipple delight in the steam room, surrounded by a dozen strangers having sex, the second part of a visit having two amazing partners in a row.
Arriving maybe 5 minutes before opening, the line was about the longest I have ever been in. This was not really a good sign, as the baths become less conducive to sex with a larger number of visitors. Undressing was not too bad, though I had mistaken 128 for 28 when given my locker key. Yet at the bar, I was alone drinking my beer, and going upstairs, it was fairly empty. This lack of encountering actual people remains a mystery to me, yet is quite consistent.
Getting my condoms and poppers out of my black bag in the porn room, almost finished getting everything ready to go down to the steam room when a man entered, sitting quite close. So close that the sense of anticipation merged perfectly with the just finished beer and the bowl I had smoked before arriving.
After a moment of light thigh touching, he said he wanted to eat my ass, now touching my growing cock. Considering that one of the most tempting fantasies about bathhouses when a teenager involved rimming, I agreed. He then told me to soap my hole thoroughly. I went downstairs, put away the bag, soaping my ass using abundant soap and water. Going back upstairs, he met me at the top of the spiral staircase, walking together to the closest booth. As soon as we entered, I spread and sat on my towel, reaching for his cock, soon taking it into my mouth as he stroked mine.
Following a minute of his cock filling my mouth, he said it was time to lick my ass, telling me to kneel on the bed. Getting turned around and on my knees, he pressed my head down firmly, then gripped my wrists. The way he was acting was changing, with me going along with it even before his tongue bathed my hole in seductive bliss.
I could see behind, both our cocks hanging down, unable to touch either. He took control in a way that was new to me, not just in following his directions, but also in wanting to give in completely. A bi friend of mine is a sub, and has pointed out that the cock sucker or ass licker is really in control. Today, the rimming just made my surrender inevitable, unable to move gripped arms. Realizing this was an enticingly new path to explore.
He moved onto the bed, finger sliding down my crack to my wettened hole as I raised my head, still on my hands and knees. He demanded that I suck his cock, making me groan "god yes" before taking his sexy cock back into my mouth. Sucking, fondling his tight sack, he stroked my cock and played with a nipple, saying I was a good cock sucker who deserved some more ass licking like a slut. Moving off and returning to my ass, he told me to lower my head, in a voice that expected willing compliance. His hands spread my cheeks wide, opening me shamelessly to his face, his tongue finding my now pulsing ring. The sensations were magically seductive, as was slowly recognizing the fact that he wanted me to be his bottom, not a partner.
Saying "please, yes, please, lick me" in a begging tone, the mood began changing further when he pulled my hands back again, making my face sink to the mat. I could see both cocks as he forcefully rimmed me bending down, moving a hand to start stroking me as I moved my ass. He kept inexorably taking charge, with me willingly playing along as the waves of pleasure kept getting better under his control. Once starting in this direction, it became ever easier to keep giving in.
Not just in the familiar growing desire to keep having hot sex, but to have him dominate me, a thought making me realize how truly tempting the idea had become. Only two men have fucked me, and though getting fucked is what happens when being a bottom, that is not any more definitive than how I was a top when fucking different men. Now was a step beyond, this session becoming more than just wanting to be rimmed and filled with cock.
I could see how he positioned his cock to fuck, making me move forward and say "condom," not ruining the mood exactly, just demonstrating a line not to be crossed. His face returned to my hole, feeling how his tongue probed beyond my ring. This time, letting my face sink to the surface in submission, moaning "fuck yes, like that, god yes." He stood again, and again I said "condom," breaking contact.
He moved onto the platform, his hands taking my head firmly as he began to face fuck me. I thought about the poppers, but the sensations were becoming too intense to interrupt. He asked if I had a condom, prompting me to get and open one, his hard length in my mouth. Putting it on, he demanded I suck him again, in a tone that sent an unexpected thrill deep inside me. Being ordered to do what I wanted to do, just surrendering myself to his gorgeous hot cock, wanting to be fucked after experiencing how good his tongue had penetrated my ring.
It was fully unexpected when he slapped my face as I sucked his covered length. Not hard, but definitely a slap, not caressing or patting, followed by reaching down to hold my hand tenderly. His light blow was a true surprise, the hand holding helping to a degree that was incredibly seductive, knowing he cared. Soon enough, his hand left mine, slapping me the same way with a mouth filled with his sexy cock. Now playing with my rigid cock, amazed at how completely turned on I had become, starting to turn into a slave, wanting to feel him hitting me then hold my hand so tenderly. This was the first time ever being slapped during sex, something incredibly thrilling, with my ass bathed in his spit, waiting to be fucked.
Looking up at his face, he slapped me a third time, his expression pleased at my reaction as I deep throated him. He pulled away, tongue swirling over my hole before I felt the tip of his hard cock. He forcefully pushed my face to the mat, as the only time it was not down was when I was sucking him, making his dominance explicit.
