Bathhouse Heaven Ch. 14

It is more along the lines of stretching the effects over two people, though the timing and intensity is not aligned. Yet, as became obvious, it made both of us total poppers sluts as our cocks shared a single mouth, kissing, our hands on the others head, throbbing at the very edge or orgasm without ever wanting to give in to temptation. In a sense, this reaching ever higher plateaus is what makes extended sex so enjoyable, at least when shared with other partners who understand how that works.

Our cocks ended up parallel, spit and pre-cum covered shafts pressed together, a tongue sliding over and between us as we kissed in total passionate bliss, tongues entwined, nipples being played with, feeling how first it was his hand holding us together, then how it changed, never breaking our kiss as our mutual cock sucker serviced us in turn, several times. And a final time together, still kissing, before the cock sucker simply left the room. We kept embracing, sliding cockheads together, our cocks slowly subsiding.

He left first, leaving me in a state of pure satisfaction, barely able to think when gathering up my things, then going down the spiral case with my towel held in front of me. I am not particularly exhibitionist, but being naked does not bother me in the least, even at a male only sauna. Still, a certain sense of decorum prevails, as basically no one goes naked on the middle level. Though several times in the last 6 months, my towel has actually been stolen, causing me to go to the bar naked before getting a replacement. The person at the counter has always been very understanding, to their credit in making a vaguely awkward situation into the sort of thing that can happen to anyone.

Having entered the light after going down the stairs, I saw that the clock showed that more than an hour and half had passed in heaven.