I love sucking cock. I love swirling the head with my tongue. I love the feel of a swollen hard pole as a stud's pubic hairs tickle my lips. I am an inveterate cocksucker and I can't get enough. I used to be primarily a top using cocksucking as a preliminary to getting a guy turned on enough for me to fuck him. Well tastes change. Fucking usually requires thing like beds and lube and time. Cocksucking only requires a willing mouth and a hard cock. I also like getting sucked but I find lately I savor the cock and the load of the other guy much more than having my own cock sucked.
So today like most Thursdays I got up early and headed with my Almost Naked Andrew Christian bikini to the Embarcadero Y. I used to go to the wild Central before it closed and I went to the Embarcadero before and after the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake. I had a lot of fun in the steam room the showers the toilets and any other place where I could enjoy a hot stud's dick, mouth or butt. If curious about these other escapades, take a look at the stories in the Encounter section labeled "The Adventures of Mark the Cock Hound," meanwhile I will continue with today's adventure.
Since the closure of the Central Y the Embarcadero and Central crowds have merged. The arrival of a lot of older immigrants to San Francisco and the burgeoning crop of foreigners from both East and West has changed the mix. There are still plenty of guys willing to play with their cocks and each other's cocks but there are also plenty of censorious homophobes who are critical to the point of reporting suspicious behavior to the staff. I even heard about a staff member who had made it his mission to be such an enticing exhibitionist, showing off his naked body to anyone who might be interested so he could entrap and expose those who responded to him.
For the past several months there has been plenty of furtive behavior: guys openly stroking their engorged cocks, playing with their nips, seductively draping their towels in the steam room so one couldn't help but see the hardening cock. I even had it happen one day where just sitting in the room with my cock exposed that it enticed an older Gay man to reach over and grab my soft cock and without encouragement stroke it briefly into tumescence and the suck deeply on my hardened organ. There were many occasions just like this with suck buddies and strangers but they were almost always interrupted by men who were only there for the steam. One way to tell whether a guy was a player or not was by the way he draped his towel over just one leg, barely covering his semi hard-on. Sometimes that also might be a ruse like the undercover exhibitionistic staff member. So as I was saying many things got started only to fizzle in frustration due to too many men who were too scared or grossly offended.
As always I hoped that something might happen this morning, but I was aware that it would probably just like it had been since well before Christmas time. Still I hoped I would meet someone who would let me suck him to orgasm. At any event that would involve patience timing and luck.
I did my first set of laps, saw a couple of very hot men in skimpy black briefs, but after my first swim was concluded when I reentered the locker room the guys were no where in evidence. I went into the steam room for my first steam. One of the disapproving foreigners was dominating one corner of the room. Shortly after I sat in the opposite corner, one of the guys I had sucked to orgasm entered and sat next to me, but when he realized the foreign guy with the sourpuss was also in the room he immediately rose and left. After a short time I decided to return to the pool and swim some more.
When I finished my second swim I went back into the steam room, again it was relatively quiet, I just sat there with my dick exposed and soft realizing that it looked like it was going to be like all those other days of nothing. So back to the pool I went for more laps and then back for more steam. Again it was just as dull as the first two times. Clearly it was time to shower get dressed and head home.
Sitting in the locker row I covered my body with moisturizer including my disappointed cock. I am not sure if any one saw this but out of the corner of my eye I saw a blond young men pass the far end of the locker row and then go down the next one. I thought just another one of the nice looking young men who frequent this popular Y. For some reason he came back into my locker row and took a longer look at me as I sat on the bench moisturizing every part of my body. Long looks are not the norm, quick surreptitious glances, yes, long, no.
The young blond relatively good looking guy who began undressing on the other side of the locker row was less concentrated on his undressing than he was on my nude seated body with my recently moisturized dick lengthening before his eyes. As he kept stealing glances at me I was responding glance for glance. First he removed his sweat shirt and shirt revealing a slim but nicely sculpted smooth chest. Next came the shoes and the Levis and briefs. His rather prominent tool was showing life as well. This was something that used to happen to me all the time but in the more clandestine present this was very unusual for me especially with a hot guy so much younger than myself. As he placed his towel around his waist he was definitely tenting.
Even though I had made up my mind to go home, being presented with an enthusiastic and willing partner was too much to pass up. I grabbed my extra towel from my locker and followed him into the steam room. There was one other guy in the room, an overweight elderly Russian. Much to our surprise and delight he was not long in staying. When we had entered the room the blond seated himself on one side, I on the opposite. When the Russian left I moved down to the inside corner and my young buddy crossed the room, sat down next to me opened his towel and immediately began stroking his fully engorged cock and it was more than two hand lengths. I quickly joined him in stroking my own meat but his cock looked too wonderful not to swallow. I dove from my nearby position and swallowed as much as I could immediately get in my throat. He was clearly enjoying my ministrations and reached under my chest to begin stroking mine.
The first couple of attempts to take the whole thing down my throat failed until I found the right angle to engulf the whole rod so that his pubes were ticking my moustache and lips. As both of us were in near ecstasy I decided to take a breather, then to my surprise unlike so many younger guys he went down on me engulfing the whole of my shaft. It felt so excellent. Just as he was getting going on my cock I saw the shadow of another man getting ready to enter the steam room. We were allowed an unexpected and unwanted breather. I let my cock wither between my legs while he covered his engorged tool with his towel. The break turned out to much shorter than we expected and then we were back in business.
This time I knew I had to give him my best cocksucking effort in order to reap the wonderful reward the desire of every dedicated cocksucker, the delicious load. His cock had softened since the interruption so it was a lot easier to get the whole meat down my throat on the first pass, a semi-hard cock is so delicious when a cocksucker gets to work. It is a great way to figure out if one's technique is working and his cock responded beautifully. It hardened deep in my throat and then I was ready to give him the very best blow job I could. First I worked my throat muscles on the whole length of his hardening cock then I switched to the hand and mouth long strokes caressing every inch of the rock hard meat. I could tell he was getting close as his breathing became audible and his chest heaving visible. He had his arms crossed in order to pinch his nipples as I brought him to a delicious orgasm. His cock started spasming into an absolutely delicious copious orgasm. I had earned my reward. I am so glad I lingered longer today at the Y, it was absolutely worth it to savor this young hunk's copious load.