I watched, rigid dick in hand, as the smaller man squatted in front of the handsome stud who hit the vape cig between his fingers in obvious expectancy of some good head. Both men's ebony skin aided their blending into the shadows which added to the mystique of my visual.
The diminutive dicksucker knew his way around dicks in general and this 'cocksucker palace' in specific. My nickname for the upscale bath house here in Atlanta was pretty apt as I had found out over the early part of the evening. Mucho communal and public dicksucking had been already observed as the hours had unfolded, amongst many other anonymous, gratuitous sexual activities. A total turn-on.
Cal had been correct in his description of the place to me as we drove to the big city the day before, taking a room at the Four Seasons off Peachtree Street for establishment of a base to pass our urban weekend bent on debauchery.
Variety is the Spice-of-Life, as once originally stated...
We had enjoyed our first evening at the hotel restaurant on the veranda overlooking downtown Atlanta in casual but elegant fashion. And we smiled alot over our intimate discussions in anticipation of the hedonism-to-cum (sic).
We sized up the waitstaff during dinner for our imaginative delights, along with the rest of the hotel staff, conjuring lurid scenarios and assigning pretend tendencies, preferences and down-low plots to them as we enjoyed the full-bodied Spanish red we both preferred.
'Ecdemolagnia: lascivious acts experienced in cities of other than one's origins.
We always laughed at the totally ridiculous and strange word learned during Mardi Gras several years before from a jaded older gentleman. In the heart of the French Quarter close to Preservation Hall over a chance dinner at Petunia's on Toulouse Street. The retired gay professor had dined alone at a table adjacent to ours and suddenly leaned over to me, stating 'the word' out of the clear blue into my ear. He had sized up my lover, Cal, and me, apparently fantasizing on our particulars in his elderly mind full of dirty thoughts.
We were enthralled by the wiry old gent, accompanying him to his last-century, old-world apartments on Bourbon Street for an after-dinner glass of port and had kept contact with him ever since. He had grabbed a place in our hearts at that moment-in-time and we corresponded back and forth to the present day.
Pulling myself back to reality, I focused once again through the ready-made hole between the dark cubicles expressly cut for voyeuristic purposes. The two black men carried on with their meeting, well aware of watching eyes as they enjoyed themselves.
The smaller dude settled contentedly on his knees and proceeded to lovingly deepthroat the tall, lean big-footed man who relaxed, naked, back on the wall as he exhaled the vape hash smoke. The beat of house music set his tempo and the experienced sucker fed himself a hit of amyl nitrate to 'up' his game.
I could see through to the next booth over as I watched and saw another pair of eyes taking in the action, as well. My closed but unlocked stall door creakily opened and I felt a hand reach out tentatively, searching for my junk. Never the wall-flower, my knees spread to allow the probing and I sat up on the small bench above me to give better access.
Greedy hands gave way to slurping mouth and I, too, reclined back on the wall to enjoy the oral work while I continued to view the ongoing masterful blowjob next door. My own cocksucker was well-versed for the task and I lightly shivered as he swallowed my shaft and pre-cum in a long, slow dive that ended with his nose nuzzling my crotch, rotating on it in pleasure of the feeling...for us both. His tongue worked inside the deepness of his mouth and throat while he stayed impaled there and I sighed at the ability he demonstrated.
Getting to watch the sensual tactics practiced by the couple through the wall while I was being serviced was exactly what I had come here for and I reveled in the slow ministrations by my boy-of-the-moment. And, boy he was. The darkness kept me from the details of the mouth boy, but what I could see of him portrayed a young face with bushy 'fro topping it, and slenderness below his neck level bearing out youthfulness. He was enjoying my over-sized white prick as much as the black dick sucker I was studying next to us was liking that huge one. It seemed they were in sync with their rhythmic strokes and it increased my enjoyment by the fact. The boy offered me his popper bottle after a deep intake of his own and I accepted gladly.
Other eyes were watching the action between us and I heard various sex acts playing out close by in other stalls over the beat of the implicitly sexual music egging-on the activities. What a vibe. Beggings, dirty instructions, animalistic grunts and groans perfused the shadows and amplified the testosterone-saturated atmosphere. I could feel the blood-pumping hardness of many boners as I watched the one and felt the other. Hedonistic heaven.
The statuesque man next to us and the focus of my attention began an agitated increase in activity, locking his hands over the sucker's head to guide the efforts, finally unloading a nice load to the smaller man's tonsils. Keeping his big head lodged to the limit, the man pumped cum in multiple squirts, marked by the thrusts I saw.
After enjoying the climax, the tall man extracted and slapped the face in front of his prick by wagging it back and forth across those cheeks and nose. His little server loved the 'frosting' on his face and tried smiling up at him but couldn't quite do so with the 10 inch piece wiping the smile off with each swipe. Then, he was finished. Turning, he slipped out the spring-braced door to other pursuits. I was satisfied from his show and looked forward to running into him elsewhere. My bigfoot man.
My dick man continued on in ignorance of the exhibition next to us, oblivious to just about everything except for my dick and his popper bottle. Good for me. I leaned back and closed my eyes in enjoyment of the pleasure being delivered, slowly rubbing my palm up and down my stomach and chest. I wondered why I hadn't moved into this place years ago.
The little pro worked my piece up to shooting several times but the swelling alerted him and he disappointed the big dick over and over as he extended his control over it and me. Finally ready to let me loose, the skinny boy backed off, turned his curved little greased butt to my dick and plunged down on it all in one motion. He obviously had practiced this maneuver before as he squeezed until the dick couldn't handle any more and gave homie the prize he had been holding at bay until then. I released in bliss, feeling the baby-laden juice roll around warmly on my mushroom head, making me tingle by the heat.
The cute boy didn't want to give up the dick and stayed there, planted, while he stroked his own cock, easily bouncing up and back on mine for stimulation, then suddenly constricting hard as he erupted, hitting the opposite wall in an arc of milky plasm. Five or six more spurts followed as the kid gritted his teeth and butthole, adding to my after-effect. I was glad to have stuck around...
We lifted together and allowed the reappearance of my 8 1/2 inch piece, still turgid to the point of bouncing up and slapping my belly, then settling contentedly on his glutes. Dripping leftovers onto the sexy little small point of his lower back. He jumped like he was burning and turned around to me laughing, then hugged me and promised to look for me again later on--I stood out in the dark, he told me--so it was a 'date'.
Assuming he meant due to my yukky paleness in contrast to most of the clientele, I smiled and blew in his cutest little ear, leaving the cubicle in search of a hot shower and my husband...bigfoot.
Temporarily satisfied to voyeur my way through dark hallways lined by the locked private rooms, loaded with feet of turgid meat and audible by the hidden booty-traps, I wandered my way down two levels to the festive pool area and then on past to the humid, communal tiled shower room.
With the only light filtering in through the glass entry door, I could barely make out the multiple groupings of various partakers of luscious iniquity, variously peering low to see couples on the tile floor writhing in joined frenzy to steamy corners where orgies carried on their sexual tirades against the disapproving outside world, skin-to-fucking-skin, heads-to-tails, mouths to groins or other body parts, all while apparently forgetting the cleansing function that the shower had been meant for...not. This pleasure room was a multi-tasking buffet of a sexual Mickey-D's. With eat-in-only services.
Finally locating an unused showerhead, I feasted on the live, rowdy porn flick around me as I luxuriated in the cleansing steam and soap, half-hard throughout by the lewd party all around.
I definitely over-stayed the recommended three-minute shower as several beautiful examples of suckable dickmeat meandered past my spot, some even lingering for a test-run, which I happily provided. A couple of mouthfuls of cum and a third or fourth shower later I sashayed past two phosphorescent cock-ringed boys in the midst of mutual explorative efforts-- almost a Cirque show performance in itself by their coordinated body movements-- and vacated to the next erotic 'bumper car'.
The darkroom on the level above had a constant streaming nasty video screen meant to trigger activity in that place dominated by the wall-to-wall mattress. Like a trigger was at all necessary.
