First Visit To A Bathhouse

I was in the dark, helpless, his tongue unerringly returning to my wanting ass, providing the enveloping pleasure that he now knew I wouldn’t, couldn’t, resist. Each flick against my skin a gently cresting wave, pulling me back into the depths of his perfectly baited trap, propelled on a neverending current of primal satisfaction at the very core of my body. Being rimmed in a bathhouse was even more seductively irresistible than my wildest fantasies. I had become completely unable to do anything but let myself get lost again in a haze of pure animal lust.
This had been the result of blundering in the dark, resulting in this indescribably fulfilling position, satisfying one of my more hidden desires – to have my asshole licked, and do the same delightfully seductive service on another, unable to resist such a primitive desire. Though ass licking is a truly bisexual activity, a man was again showing just how much better a male understood what turned on another. The thought flittered through what remained of my wits that the idea that only a woman could know what another woman wanted might be a truism shared among men, but the reality was likely based on an unspoken truth. One that my first girlfriend may have understood, she being the first person to rim me, after having read about it in the Gay Joy Of Sex, several decades ago.
By now, I was completely certain that this stranger in the dark had me exactly where he wanted me, my ass spread open for his talented and wanting tongue. I had settled down, knees bending to expose myself better to his probing, my panting growing louder, giving up any pretense of trying to move away from his perfectly positioned mouth. Obviously, he was as hot licking my ass...