I was deeply lost in the lush sensations of a stranger's mouth around my naked cock, being sucked while leaning back against the wall of the darkroom. Irresistible pleasure, overwhelming any concern about the fact that this was the second man going down on me, as I sucked off the first man who had captured my cock so perfectly.
The darkroom had been not empty when I entered, hand stretched out when approaching the edge of the platform. The sound of a body shifting on the yielding vinyl preceded my hand sliding along a naked man's thigh by just a couple of seconds. My towel, condoms, and black bag were soon put away to the side, as the man changed position, hand easily finding my swelling cock.
This was my second time in the darkroom this Friday afternoon. The first had been disappointing, spending several minutes exploring a laying man's body, without any reaction on his part. He remained motionless, causing me to lose all desire to continue. Some may find such pure passiveness enticing, but it just left me uninterested.
Now, checking the darkroom a last time before leaving, I'd clearly found willing partners. The expansive platform provides plenty of space for men to stretch out, and the edge of the platform is at an ideal height to stand in front of.
We were playing with each other's cock and nipple, the darkness enhancing and focusing the physical sensations, undistracted by sight. Surrounded by a sense of privacy, making it easy to indulge in whatever desires one wishes in what is often a room full of horny men. A new man approached me from behind, his hand fondling my exposed nipple while his other hand reached down, finding my stroked cock, joining in.
However, when he began to push against my exposed ass, I twisted away a bit, having no interest in that sort of play at all. A hint that he ignored, pushing again. I turned, and his hands went to my hips, attempting to pull me against him. By this point, I moved my back against the wall, putting a knee on the platform, forcing an obviously clueless stranger to accept the fact of my utter disinterest in whatever he wanted to do.
Without needing to interrupt what was going on between me and the first man, as we kept jacking each other off. After a moment, the standing man moved away into the darkness.
Oddly, he was not the first such unaware man in the baths today. At the start of the afternoon, I'd gone to the hot tub. A man was in the still water, a bit heavier and a bit younger, also wearing glasses. Entering, then sitting down next to him, it took little time to turn him on.
As we masturbated each other, he began to increase the pace, bringing me to the edge of orgasm. Placing my left hand on his, I slowed him down. A pause that lasted for only a bit, as he began to pump me again. After several more clear signals about him needing to be more restrained, I actually started using my right hand, taking it away from his cock. Even then, he still seemed incapable of understanding what he was being told, wordlessly.
When the central jet started, I left. Looking at him a final time, he seemed disappointed, without a trace of awareness of his ineptness at understanding what his partner wanted. The hot tub is not a place for semen, after all, and not being able to realize that fact approaches being uncivilized - or a bathhouse beginner, more charitably.
Chance is always in play at a bathhouse, with a wide range of tastes and interests. Having found a comfortable spot in the darkness to settle into, I sank deeper into the welcoming mindlessness of enjoying sex with a man. The stranger next to me was playing with my nipples as I jerked off, moaning, my left hand sliding underneath his flared cockhead, fingertips at his balls.
A man pressed against my dangling leg, his hand soon running along my thigh. He began to circle the root of my cock, his curled grip slowly rising underneath my now slack hand. Soon, turned on by both strangers, I was playing with the new man's cock too. My mind was lost in a wonderful fog, seeing nothing of what we were doing in the blackness.
It was impossible to keep track of what we were doing to each other, the sort of subtle warning signal that was easy to ignore, my desires overwhelming any distant concerns. The condoms were still easily at hand, a fact that quickly became an excuse to just drift deeper into the pure male pleasure of gay group sex.
I was rubbing the standing man's cockhead against my nipple when my cock became surrounded in warm pleasure, slowly expanding in glorious intensity. At first, it was impossible to do anything but let it happen, as more of my cock was engulfed in yielding bliss. I heard myself moaning, bringing back a tiny amount of awareness, beginning to wonder just what was going on between my legs that felt so perfect.
The first thought rising from the bliss was that it could have been a hand making my cock feel so good. No reason to stop in that case, providing more time to actually figure out what was happening. Time that was growing more difficult to keep track of. My cock was finally getting what it had wanted for so long, even if my mind remained determinedly uncertain about what precisely was happening. Especially as I began anticipating getting sucked off, knowing that it would be so easy to do nothing.
Only as my bliss began to plateau did the realization form that my cock was being sucked by the man I was still jacking off. Who had expertly positioned himself in the darkness. His approach had been subtle, neither breath nor wetness betraying what his mouth was doing to my rod. Unbelievably seductive, using a man's intimate awareness of just how helpless another man becomes in the mouth of a willing cocksucker.
