(This is the final, and reasonably short)
My hopes for Saturday were quashed. Hookup apps were dominated by bots, fakes and flakes. I decided 'fuck it' and went to the gym. Later, I got a call from work that sidetracked me for a while.
The dude right near my gym was unavailable, so my night was spent watching 'Shin Godzilla' with the dog.
Sunday it wasn't much better. I did find out that a butcher shop I occasionally visit in Atlanta was open and had some interesting steaks. I mapped the 35 minute trip and set out.
Of course my libido woke up as I neared the bathhouse. I had four hours till the butcher's closed.
The spa was absolutely packed. The steam room, sauna, pool and most of the 'activity' areas were crowded with all sorts of play going on. Some guys are jacking each other. Some were blowing. Four guys congregated around a young black man getting spit roasted by two others.
There were seats available in the steam room, so I took one. I was fortunate as I was directly across from a young guy, a tapestry of tattoos from neck down, going down on a solid fellow about my age, bald with a generous mustache and goatee.
The man performing the oral was astonishing. He was sucking the older off in the 'actual' manner. Backing off periodically with a flurry of tongue action, spending most of his time nose to groin.
I was erect instantly. Visual cues drive me nuts. I can keep my cool around nudity, like the Friday night party, but if I spend any time around genuine erotic displays, I'm hard faster than a peach in liquid nitrogen.
Where I'd sat was somewhat near a white guy in probably his mid 30's, a bit taller than me and a bit heavier than average. He wore his towel tightly around his waist and was seemingly ignoring the generous bulge underneath it.
Personally, I stripped off my towel, folded it and placed it on the boiling tile seat.
Only a few minutes after I arrived, a slender black guy somewhere in his 50's sat directly next to me on the other side, our thighs making contact. I glanced at him and nodded, taking in his appearance.
A bit over six feet tall, well built but still skinny. Powerful legs, he gave me the impression of a cyclist. His hair situation was the same as the guy getting blown in front of me.
He'd done the same thing I had with his towel, but where I was pointing at an almost exact 45° angle and just under 6", his half-hard uncut prick had an inch on me and was leaning in at 30° off horizontal. It was gorgeous.
I'd taken all of this in over the course of three seconds while nodding 'Hey' his way. Ten seconds later his hand went to my cock.
The first step everyone should examine when performing oral on anyone of any gender is to check into what their trigger points are. Spend a few minutes trying every technique you can think of and pay attention to their reaction. That's your focus.
It works with hands too, and this guy was deft. Varying pressure, exploration with his fingers. Quickly, he was fully hard. He didn't get any longer, most just a bit thicker.
Which I could tell, now that I was gripping him. He was into light, delicate finger work. Any attention to his head, particularly when you pulled his foreskin downwards, was a sharp inhale.
As I was just thinking about going to my knees in front of him, he dropped to his. I went between his lips quickly and...it seemed...urgently.
He was very good with his hand. He was better with his mouth. I leaned back and rest my hands on the warm seat, letting his technique lull me into a glow.
A few seconds later I felt someone touch my left hand. The guy on the other side had slid closer to watch. The towel was removed and his decently long, thin prick bobbed with excitement.
When he saw me glance at it, he took my hand and placed it on him. He was probably just under seven inches, with a tapering head, and wrinkled, loose circumcision scar. My hand rubbed along him and felt his varying erectile width below the outer flesh of him.
My first impression was that he had the perfect cock to teach someone anal. Tapered just right and with enough detail in his width to let you practice your 'grip'.
The guy around my dick was very, very good. Not good enough to get me off, hardly anyone was, but good enough to keep me going.
I have this psychological thing when it comes to getting head. It's not that I don't love it, quite the opposite. I absolutely love it. It's one of those sensations that when you couple it with the mental element... like, here's you. There's a person in front of you, on their knees or any other position, and you're the sole focus of their sexuality at that moment. They may have a vested interest in something more selfish, but in that moment, they're worshiping your flesh.
Sure, it's hyperbolic, but that's where my head goes. I don't cum from it because I want it to go on forever. It's the moment where all that exists is the pleasure that I receive.
A few long moments passed. The guy next to me moved his hands to his chest and began to pinch and pull at his nipples. His prick surged in my hand at the sensation.
The man blowing me had picked up his pace. I felt that it wasn't for me. His attention to my trigger points had gone in favor of something more visceral for him.
My suspicions were confirmed as I felt a warm splash of thick fluid against my ankles and feet. He pulled away from me, still jacking himself as he stared at my prick.
My attention moved to the guy next to me as his labored breathing picked up and I felt him twitch in my hand. A viscous glob came out of him and rolled over my fingers. A second, then a third as I continued my slow pace.
Immediately after the fourth he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away, "sensitive!" He whispered urgently. I nodded.
He followed with a 'thank you', stood up and left. A second later the man still on his knees said, "Yeah man, thanks!" Then he stood and walked away.
