Unmixed Day at The Bathhouse

Literotica simply needs a bisexual tag, so those uninterested can move on.

Saunas are notably emptier in the summer, including male only saunas. After two extraordinary visits involving an amazingly slutty shared woman, I could not resist checking about and then buying cheap train tickets again. My hopes were both high and fairly low for this mid-May trip.

High because that woman was an extraordinary sexual partner, and discovering she is a regular visitor meant that there was at least a reasonable chance to encounter her again. Low because let's be honest, those first two visits were at a such a peak of pure lust that it would be impossible to expect reaching that same level.

As it turns out, no women attended this Monday, resulting in a somewhat more typical bathhouse visit. In ways that were not particularly desirable. Such as a number of likely straight men wanting to avoid even the hint of having sex with other men, in a place where men are constantly having sex with other men. Which may be explained by a marketing change in just the last 6 weeks, where what happens on Mondays and Tuesdays is now called a "swinger's party."

This Monday was less busy than the Tuesday of the previous visit, being somewhat similar to the original Monday visit. Today, at least some of the men seemed interested in sex with other men from the start. And without women, I had no particular inhibitions regarding male partners.

About the only interesting thing in the first hour was a man in a thong laying stomach down in a booth, with a variety of things lined up against the wall. An hour and a half passed, past the time I had expected her to enter, considering her arrival time my previous two visits.

Smoking my third and fourth bowls, I walked by his booth to put away my smoking supplies. The weed was having its intended effect on mind and body, thinking it would be kinky to play with a man wearing panties. Even hoping he might have more to wear. Regretting that unlike last time, I had not brought any of my black lingerie. I occasionally cam wearing various female underwear, especially some sexy crotch less panties that frame my cock perfectly while stroking and talking dirty.

Whether or not he could be considered a bear did not really concern me, beginning to lightly run a hand over his hairy thigh, gently. The thong was sexy, sitting in the crack and framing his ass cheeks. My fingers enjoyed teasing him, even with no reaction, at first. I was beginning to consider leaving due to this lack, but he reached back to find my thigh, then my cock.

With the door open, this was the first time someone could simply see me having hot sex with a cross dresser. Which when this stoned, aroused cock held in his hand, was a true thrill. Teasing him over the next several minutes, until he finally rolled onto a hip, giving me access to the front of his panties. Tight lace in a nice triangle that bound his cock, skimpy and erotic. Having had sex with a cross dresser before, behind closed doors, I knew that licking the front of his panties until soaked through would be irresistible.

As it turned out, the fabric did not wet easily, and ironically my mouth was quite dry from the weed. Among other effects, because the way his finger touched my ass was incredible as my tongue ran along and over his panties. Slipping a couple of fingers past the elastic to touch his cock, he moaned helplessly, rolling on his back.

Explicitly cock teasing him, after a minute or two, he moved back to rest his shoulders against the wall, propping his head. Turning, he reached for a smallish brown bottle. Its shape and label were not familiar to me, but the way he held it open under his nose was.

He took a large hit, closing the bottle in familiar fashion. I stopped teasing, moving the panties under his balls to allow his sexy poppered cock to slide past my lips. His hand found my cock before he exhaled, allowing us to be in a rhythm that he could not resist with the rush growing. Getting head while stoned using poppers is probably my very favorite method, followed by using poppers while stoned giving head.

My introduction to getting poppered head came from my first girlfriend, turning me into an addict immediately. She did the same thing, without poppers, with rimming, telling me afterwards that she had read about it in the Gay Joy of Sex. Noting that it was a very highly recommended technique, and after doing it to me, understanding why.

I used poppers with my next two girlfriends who enjoyed them as much as I, then with my wife throughout our marriage. Which overlapped at the end with me becoming a regular bathhouse visitor, having the sort of sex that compensated for her growing lack of interest in anything but getting me off once a week. Enjoyably enough, playing with my nipple or the hair under my balls as I jacked off.

However, there was nothing unique about what she did. Worse, she had no interest in me pleasuring her, though fucking her wet pussy after she had cum multiple times using a vibrator completely solo was certainly acceptable. Especially when thinking this is how a cunt that has already been fucked would feel, an unsaid fantasy that would get me off as she just lay there.

Finding partners who obviously got off on what I did with them was a refreshing contrast in the baths, as pleasuring a willing partner is a major part of my own pleasure. The other reason for becoming a bathhouse regular involved discovering how hot it is to suck cock with poppers. At a bathhouse, a wonderful variety of naked willing cocks is available.

Including that of an exposed man in skimpy black panties now. Though I had my own poppers bottle, it is always interesting to use someone else's. However, it was not worth interrupting going down on him to do my own hit right now. Not being offered a hit did not mean anything - not everyone is interested in poppers. On the other hand, any man wearing panties taking a hit from their own magic bottle, stiff cock entering a stranger's mouth, is more than interested in the resulting effects.

Effects I became dedicated to enhancing, taking luxurious time to go further along his shaft, feeling his growing hardness, making him a poppered panties slut. I was able to just about take his entire cock for a moment, but gagging was unavoidable in the end.

In that brief pause, he took off his panties, laying back knees up, legs spread a bit. Perfectly positioned for teabagging his balls, jerking his shaft with one hand, the other sliding beneath his hairy sack. He turned again, and this time, made ready to try his poppers. He did another big hit, placing the closed bottle against the wall. Reaching for and retrieving the bottle, I opened it, breathing in deeply. Closing and returning it to the previous spot, his finger was lightly touching my ass hole in glorious perfection as my mouth licked down from his balls to his ass.

I only breathed out after finding and licking his soft ring, starting to merge with him in mutual anal bliss. Poppers create a feeling of intense and timeless sexual connection when shared, a heavenly animal state. He did another hit, and as my mouth returned to his cock, I saw a largish man wearing a blue towel watching us.

He did not seem to be doing anything except watch as I continued to rim a moaning stranger. Until his hand drifted down under his towel. Having a spectator was no surprise. Though plainly hard and stroking at what was happening in front of him as I switched from his ass to his cock, openly masturbating with a man fingering my hole, he never made any motion or action that indicated he wanted to participate.

The poppers were good, if not really like my own. The bottle shape was different with a much smaller opening, and there seemed to be a plastic insert at the top. Quite likely they were from a neighboring country, one that did not have a good reputation for its own poppers. In my exquisitely stoned state, the way he knew how to touch my ass and play lightly with the hair under my balls made them more than satisfying, mouth filled with a cock that felt unbelievably gigantic in my worshipping mouth.

Poppers are not exactly common at the baths compared to my much younger imaginings of bathhouse sex. Admittedly often using poppers while high looking at porn. Especially gay porn after breaking up with my third girl friend, like the other two previous women who also got off using poppers during stoned sex. I loved being on top of her, tit fucking, cock head surrounded by her lips, two or three of my fingers fucking her pussy. She also appreciated the method of one taking a hit, closing the bottle, then kissing to exchange the scent in the best way, turning into pure fuck animals together.

By the later 80s, poppers were growing very rare. After renting a room in a married couple's house, weed and porn with her became a regular routine, discovering that a vibrator can be utterly addictive. Especially watching her preferred double and triple penetration porn or her husband's bi videos after sharing a bowl - or two. He was a cross dresser, and I saw Polaroids of them having sex with him in lingerie, even hotter than the trans porn he shared.

After getting married, poppers became more available. My ex wife tolerated me using them about as much as she tolerated my smoking weed before sex, consistently refusing to try them herself. She did seem to enjoy the single time I exhaled near her mouth as she played with her toy, groaning a couple of dirty words as her hips moved faster. On the other hand, she was fully under her toy's spell, already in paradise. The poppers made the view of her pulsing pussy and contracting anal ring irresistible, trying not to orgasm as she did, thinking how hot it would be to share poppers while fucking.

In my experience, poppered sex is truly better stoned, something she grew very unlikely to be. Discovering the local bathhouse, almost from the start getting high before entering. Though it took me an amusingly long period after becoming a regular before starting to openly use poppers in public areas, not knowing how allowed it would be. Doing poppers at a bathhouse I would likely never visit again and getting banned was not the same as that occurring at the sexual paradise so nearby.

Turns out that poppers are more than tolerated by every male only sauna, even if individual men do not like the smell. Sex among a group of men using poppers is incredible, rubbing cocks and kissing two or three other mouths. In other words, using poppers openly while sucking cock is not something I care about if no women are around, even while fantasizing about sharing poppers with a woman again, going down on an uncovered cock with her, fingering her sloppy poppered cunt.

Today, poppered sex with a cross dresser was unexpected, though not something brand new. It was the first time being watched by a man standing and stroking his rigid length. Leading to asking the cross dresser, hand on his rigid spit covered shaft, if I could try on his sexy panties, knowing another horny man could see me. He turned and handed them to me, saying they did not fit like in the past. From camming, I already knew from another man that stretching the elastic was not a good idea, in the end only pulling them up to below my balls.

Followed by doing another long hit of his poppers, mouth sinking over his luscious rod as his fingers played over my curly sack hair, an exquisite sensation that only grew better holding my breath. Before exhaling, he had taken a hit himself. Though his panties were not as sexy as my crotch less ones, what I had half on were still felt real kinky.

As my lips slid up and down, I began to press a finger tip against his soft hole, feeling how its contractions started to match the rhythm of my sucking. Masturbating with him like this, stoned and poppered, was so much better than jacking off alone to even the best porn. Glancing at the third man, who remained in the same position, still wearing his towel, the slit exposing his held erect cock. Which he did not stop stroking after seeing how I looked at his sexy length.

Hearing exhaling, the thought of having sex with a hairy panty popper pig turned me on in a truly dirty way, thinking that I was one too, turning into his cock sucking slut. My history with poppers is unusual, but ended up in a condition that so many hypno porn videos try to create. A condition of incredible sexual satisfaction wearing panties going down on a stranger.

Though admittedly not as good the time my first girl friend made my cream her panties after we got stoned on very good weed, saying I should wear them after letting me smell her intoxicating intimate perfume, holding them under my nose. She knew that the smell would make me irresistibly horny as I kept breathing in her pure sexual perfume. Removing the panties, she opened the magic brown bottle under my pussy scented nose, then putting it under hers as my fingers went deeper into her wet squeezing fuck tunnel.

Sliding the smooth fabric with her hand over my quivering cock, the sensations were incredible as she kept leading me on, tempting me to do something never really considered. Or better, offering me a chance to discover something new. I had never felt such silky smoothness along my shaft. For the first time in my life, I put on female underwear. The fact that the person seeing this was a naked woman I was finger fucking with two fingers, using the other hand to quickly slide them up, made it thrilling, not embarrassing.

The sensations of unusual friction were unbelievable. The first light touch of a single finger right under my outlined cock ridge almost made me cum it was so unexpectedly fantastic. Settling down a bit as she continued to pleasure me in a new way, wearing her panties. Telling me how sexy my cock looked in them, that it would be so naughty to cum in them in front of her.

She did another hit, then handed me the closed bottle. This was a style we had developed, and when she began kissing me, I inhaled her hit, whose effects were starting to become obvious as her wet pussy squeezed my fingers. After exhaling, I did a long hit, then returned the kiss. My cock felt amazing against the smoothness of her panties, our kissing growing totally slutty. The sensation of her fingers sliding over my covered shaft and head as I finger fucked her were irresistible.

I came so hard after being seduced by her to wear panties, though it remained an unrepeated thrill for decades. Not to mention having no association to me in terms of cross dressing, a kink that slowly developed later, basically through men. Starting with the husband of the woman that introduced me to vibrators, continuing through a couple of incredible bathhouse encounters with the same cross dresser who shared his lingerie, and in the last year, a bit of online chatting wearing lingerie I think looks sexy.

The man today also wore something that looked sexy, even if not on me particularly, remaining under my hips. He eventually asked for a break, a good idea in general. The third man was gone, the panties were never going to fit over my cock, and from experience, a decent interval had undoubtedly passed. Leaving, I slammed my feet right at the entrance edge, as the booths are really quite smallish compared to my local bathhouse.

Maybe an hour passed. Smoking another couple of bowls had made me even more stoned, without any tempting situations arising. Passing the last booth, he was back in it, without panties, with poppers next to a tube of lube. I did the same light caressing as the first time, to which he responded more quickly.

One hand sliding over his neck, I let the finger tips of the other drift lower along his ass crack. Discovering he was lubed was not really a surprise for a man on his stomach in a booth at a bathhouse. A certain number of men inside the baths want to get fucked, with being lubed a real help leading a bare cock further than may have been originally intended.

Particularly in the steam room, when immediately after getting head, your cock head can be pressed against a slippery opening welcoming an uncovered penetrating cock. Though I have been able to resist actual fucking, by some measures at least, skilled bottoms know how to advantage of an already horny man. Learning over the years that a reliable sign of such partners is a slippery ready hole, along with being aware how hard it can be to resist sliding inside without a condom.

However, what my finger tips found was an inserted dildo - or possibly something more like a plug. Two very different thoughts ran through my mind. The very first visit here, one man had been in a booth on his hands and knees, a black dildo filling his hole. That struck me as both amusing and somewhat counter productive at the same time.

Today, for the first time in memory, I was playing with a man whose ass was filled with a toy. Several times in the past in the local baths porn room I had watched and jacked off to dildo play, never participating. Those seen all had realistically sized cock shaped dildos, something understandable. Starting right after puberty, experimenting with smooth dildos and self made plugs led to intensely focused orgasms, years before getting high or having sex.

Anal play is fantastic, but nothing feels more perfect than a cock going into your yielding fuck hole. Its shape is designed for pleasure, so one assumes that a bottom will happily play with a dildo if no cock is available. Unfortunately, I was no more interested in fucking his ass now as before. Admittedly fascinated by the fact he had a toy while sliding fingers around the base, with a flared U extension to keep it from sliding all the way in. I began moving the red form, starting to masturbate as he moaned and moved his hips.

He reached down to place a hand under his downward pointing rod, and it took little encouragement from me to have him start humping. I reached over to get his poppers, using them one handed, a skill developed years ago with my first girl friend while finger fucking her juicy pussy. The sensations from my finger pressing between his soft anal ring and the harder smooth toy grew intensely animal, jacking off as my finger continued to enter his lubed ring.

His humping was a turn on, something never really seen before with a man, at least not before a cock started fucking them. The poppers made what was happening feel incredibly dirty in the best way, especially while slowly adding a second finger to stretch his pulsating hole. Hearing him inhale, knowing we would again merge at a purely animal level of pleasure. Gripping my shaft tightly and slowing my pace to concentrate on making him a total ass slut, feeling how his ring began to squeeze and loosen even before he exhaled.

Like the first time, we both used the poppers several times, getting thoroughly lost in the rush. Clearly, we were both longer term users familiar with how to handle the bottle while floating in mindless pleasure. Poppers do require some caution in terms of only breathing the scent, never letting the fluid touch anything or spill.

Though he had reacted, he did basically nothing as we played, unlike the first time. Leading to the fact that though the time with him was enjoyable, that was the sole highlight of the trip, involving an entire day.

Not every visit to a bathhouse is excellent, much less extraordinary. Fortune always plays a role, but in some ways, the negatives outweighed the positives in a sense. Basically, everyone either wanted to be serviced or not touched at all, which was unusual though not the first time this had happened over the years. Not with such consistency, at the very least.

If this had been my initial visit, there would be little reason to ever come back. Being my third, the first two involving a woman who may be available again, returning in the fall on a Tuesday, is definitely planned.