Bathhouse Whirlpool

Our heads were resting on the platform as we angled our cocks into the other's turned mouth, rocking gently at first. Our shafts were moving past a hopelessly turned-on stranger's lips, knowing just how good it felt. Quite different from sixty nine with a woman, where going top and bottom was more practical - and effective in cumming.

But orgasm was something that neither of us seemed particularly interested at this point, which I knew covered more than two hours of kissing and sucking.

I did another hit, handing him the bottle. Which then spilled, making me ask if any poppers had splashed him. Hearing him say yes, I handed him one of the towels, saying that he should wipe any splashed skin off, before taking his cock in my mouth again, feeling his lips close over my rod just afterwards.

Breathing out, it took little effort to realize just how completely the booth had filled with the seductive smell of rush. Instead of becoming frenzied, we both went deeper, mouths and cocks merging. Neither of us had cum when we finally pulled apart, utterly satisfied after was more than two and a quarter hours of sex.

A time to learn, again, that a bathhouse offers visitors mind blowing sex in the easiest way imaginable.