This story is of a young man who has just recently discovered his sexuality and the joys of public sex with men.
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The bath house was busy tonight. The 100 degree heat chased people in doors, and the bathhouse had great air conditioning. There was no parking available in either lot and the curbs were all full too. I felt really self conscious walking to the door from down the block. The bottle of lube in my pocket was quite noticeable. The fact that it had been sitting in the car made it hot and hard to ignore. I got turned on by the embarrassment too, so that worked out. I entered the bathhouse with a hard one already.
I only had an hour, so I headed straight to the sauna. The clouds of steam embolden the men. They tend to stand around saying nothing, discretely covered in their little white towels. Under cover of the steam they are more likely to let go and enjoy. So I chose a place away from the door, dropped my towel and filled my hand with personal lube. I made quite a show of rubbing it all over my cock, and several men openly stared at it as it grew harder and straighter. No one moved, so I picked a nice, pretty, slim oriental looking guy and sat next to him.
After a few minutes of him watching me stroke, and a little small talk, I offered him some lube. He held out his hand, and I dribbled an ounce into his hand. I expected to see him rub it onto his crotch, but he surprised me by leaning over and rubbing it into mine. His touch was electrifying. I'd been months since I was touched sexually, and this cute guy had just perfect hands. He ran them up to my chest and smeared my tits with the hot mess, then reached down and stroked my cock. I leaned back and enjoyed the sheer pleasure of being openly fondled in a room full of mostly naked men.
I could not sit there getting an excellent hand job without returning the favor. As I played with his skinny dick, he apologized for not getting hard. He'd just cum, and he he had cum within minutes of arriving at the bathhouse. I felt him stir at my touch, so I knew he was still horny. Besides, a second hand will often arouse a tired dick.I stood up and moved in front of him, then sank to my knees. I smiled at him and he grinned back at me. He knew what was coming and spread his legs as he leaned back against the bench.
I've come to appreciate a thin, short cock. I can suck them without gagging too much and without my teeth getting in the way. The last time I was here i tried to take a huge one. It was so fat that the teeth on the sides of my mouth were biting him. My new oriental friend did not have that problem. His was thin and not too long, about like a cheap hot-dog, but wonderfully scented and alive in my mouth. I did my best to make him cum, using what few skills I had. He seemed to enjoy it, getting harder and moving more and more. But although I tasted a bit of that salty flavor, he did not cum.
While I'm on my knees sucking for all I'm worth, several men milled around, watching the performance. One man in particular was leaning in close to watch. I noticed that he was watching, so I started pulling way back till only the head was in my mouth, then going all the way down till my face was in his soft curly pubes and his cock filled my mouth. You can imagine the scene as I am kneeling between his legs, totally naked, while he's got his eyes closed and is moving in rhythm with my mouth. And now the other guy with his face just a foot or two away, watching intently as this thin, dark cock pumped in and out and in again.