My hometown's bath house had a monthly black out party. A room totally devoid of light where anyone can walk in and play. It is the ultimate in anonymous sex. I had never attended, mostly because my schedule never aligned. So, my visit tonight was a first.
The Club has a dark room, or a few dark rooms, where the light was always dim but once your eyes adjusted you could see well. These dark rooms were my favorite places. Anybody in a dark room was there to hook up. Often no words were spoken and glance, a touch followed by body contact and within minutes somebody was sucking a cock.
The sounds in the room, usually heard over the loud dance music, were the sounds of hot sex. Slurping, slapping, hips against asses. The sound alone was enough to get me hard. I adored walking in, smelling and hearing men having an intensely good time. Lean against a wall, stand nest to a guy, reach a hand out under their towel and feel them respond was a super thrill. Sometimes they would lean in for a very hot, wet kiss. That always sent me into bottom slut mode.
But a black out is an absence of light. It was total anonymity, total chance to hook up without body type, age, size or racial stereotypes hindering who you met, who you sucked, who sucked you or who you bent over and got fucked by. It is the ultimate gay surrender to the most hedonistic impulses of men. Find a hole, fill a hole.
Craving this night for a long time, my nerves were on end. There are certain types I would never usually associate with. Heavily tattooed men, overly large men (thought I am no model of sculpted abs) and others. Tonight, all those self-imposed rules were laid aside. I was going to surrender to bodies and hard cocks.
I am a bottom, like most who visit bath houses. I adore being kissed and then feel his hands gently urge my face to their groin. His hands on my head as he guides me in the ways my mouth can please his cock is so much more exciting. Letting him know, without words, that I am eagerly going to try and please him in ways he prefers is what I enjoy. When I get a top who picks up on those signals and takes control -- Oh my. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him.
I got my key, get naked in the locker room, wrapped my towel around me. The locker keys are on elastic loops so you can wear them, so you don't loose them when your being used. I like to wear my key like a cock ring. If I am lucky enough to get fucked the key jingles a bit and its fun. I put my key on and headed out.
Normally the corridors are dim but not dark. Tonight, there is only one dim light for the entire hallway it is at the end farthest from the dark rooms, where the actual black out happens. I pulled my towel off as I walked down the hall, the sense of being nude in a public place never gets old. As I approach the room it is becoming increasingly difficult to make out any details. I began feeling the wall to be sure I don't walk into anything. My hands brush over cloth. The bath house staff covered the glass block window into the dark room. It was going to be a true black out -- no light.
I found the curtain covering the entrance and went in. It was warm, all the bodies in the room were heating the space. It was utterly black. No hint of light at all. My hands reached out to feel, like a naked blind man, I had to work by feel and sound. I moved toward where I think the middle of the room is and where I heard the sounds of sex.
A few steps in my hand founds a shoulder. I run my hand down the arm. His hand finds me, runs down my torso and finds my hard cock. I do the same with him. Another body bumps into me from behind. I feel a hard cock brush my left ass cheek. My entire body is now alive, sensitive to any touch.
