Saturday Afternoon Cruising in Denver

I went out cruising at one my favorite local spots today after the 5 hour Reiki class I taught. 

I love teaching Reiki. And after a long class of that length, I was ready to get the fuck out of my head and into my body.

What better way to do that than deep sacral arousal?

I headed over. Found my locker. Stripped down and headed into the main room.

Late Saturday afternoon there’s a lot of traffic.

Lots of men to enter this dance with.

And a revolving door of new options steadily streaming in.

The first guy who caught my eye had just gotten back from a massage. 

I noticed him in the locker room. Maybe 5’8 5’9, cute, slender, and with a near perfect cock that was way over proportioned for his height, in the best way.

Target acquired. 

It wasn’t long before we found ourselves in the hot tub together. 

He’s standing. A good 6 feet from me with my back to the wall.

I stretch out my legs. Graze his thighs with my toes. 

He notices. And instigates the next point of contact. 

His legs matched my touch with a short brush against my feet as he shifted his weight a few times. 

Game on.

But I’m getting a little too hot just soaking here.  I love this game but overheating will drain my stamina.

I exit to cool off in the cold plunge. 

He exits next, walking to the sauna.

Looking back to make eye contact with me before he’s gone around the corner.

A subtle invitation to follow him into a space with more privacy. 

But no thank you. The saunas are too hot for me. And I like being out in the open.

I stay in the main room.

It won’t be long before he’s back.

And within just a few minutes, he’s exiting the sauna to head heading back toward the hot tub.

Told ya.

I step my feet out of the cold plunge and enter the tub with him.

We sit in the corner together this time. My knees making a 90 degree angle with his.

I spread my legs. Blatantly pushing my knee against his. 

A firm signal to invite more touch.

No words have been spoken.

He pushes back.

I see his cock starting to swell under the surface. Mine is too.

I gently rest my hand on his knee.

I’m soft, and slow. 

I’m in no rush. 

Anticipation is half the fun.

There are several other men in the main room with us. We’re in clear view of them, but they can’t see what’s going on under the surface. 

My hand approaches his shaft. 

Gently I grip. Softly holding on. Taking in the feel of it against all 5 fingers and my palm.

It’s near perfect. 9 out of 10 in my books.

Another man enters the hot tub. A couple generations above us.

He’s been eying our interaction the entire time we’ve been in here. 

He knows what’s going on, and he wants in on the action.

Stepping down into the tub he’s already erect.

He takes a seat to my left, directly facing my friend to my right. 

He’s respectful. No sudden movements, no aggressive attempts to engage. He’s simply joining our company, his presence coming with a polite question of if he can play too.

A well played hand, if you ask me.

My friend and I returned our hands to our own bodies as he entered.

I knew he was here to play, but just in case, let’s pretend like nothing is going on here.

That only lasts a moment. 

I grab my c*ck and slowly stroke it under the surface, hiding nothing, 

Signally to both of them that it’s time to proceed.

A hand from my right replaces mine

my left knee pushes against our new friend.

It’s not long before I have a cock in both my hands. One to the left, and one to right. 

I do a cheeky little meditation in my mind. 

I love being gay.

And this is as far as things will go here. 

My friend to the right gets up to get his water bottle.

I’m not far behind him.

It’s his cock I have the most interest in, for now at least.

And I enjoy welcoming all who want to play. My body doesn’t care what you look like or how old you are. 

This is largely a dance of energy, arousal, and the erotic. All of which have no physical attributes. 

I fan my face with my hand,  signaling to the friend on my left “I’m hot” as I exit the tub. 

A brief palette cleanser in the locker room follows.

I check my phone, grab some water, take a piss. 

It’s never long before a new set of game pieces are in play. 

Several more rounds with new players are about to unfold. 

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Re-entering the main room, I see my near perfect cocked friend sitting on the ledge along the side wall.

It’s him, and a handsome uncut guy to his right.

Their water bottles are sitting in the space between them, with just enough room for me.

I walk over, towel in hand but covering none of my body.

Our eyes meet and my body language makes it clear I’m coming for the space between them.

They grab the water bottles, I set my towel down, and take a seat.

We have a full view of the main room. 

The saunas in the small corridor  to our right, the hot tub against the wall directly across from us, the open stalled showers on the wall to the right, and the glass door entrance to the lockerroom on our left.

There are several other men in the room with us.

Two sprawled out nude on benches in the center of the room.

Two in the hot tub,

And someone walking in from the lockerroom, to the showers, and the sauna every few minutes.

We’re on full display as well. 

Our cocks are out, with only our hands to shelter any visible signs of our arousal 

I place my hands on both of their thighs.

A quick glance to both of them checking to see if that’s okay.

The uncut guy to my right is a brand new player. I don’t want to rush or force him into anything.

Consent is key, and also an interesting dance to navigate without words.

His cock begins to noticeably swell. 

Its head inching further out as the foreskin begins retracting back.

But he shifts a bit uncomfortably in his seat.

I pull my hand back, and turn my attention back to the guy on my left.

He’s swollen, but not nearly as hard as he was in the hot tub.

I wrap my hand around his cock. 

Gripping as it slowly grows in my fist.

He grabs mine. I’m hard as rock. 

The thrill of being on full display is fueling my arousal, while it seems to be stifling his.

Mr. Uncut gets up and heads to the privacy of the saunas.

Meanwhile a new player has entered the rink.

A tall, beefcake of a blonde walks in from the locker room and heads to rinse off in one of the showers.

His hair is long, pulled back into a bun behind his head with a full thick beard wrapping along his jawline.

He’s an inch or so taller than me, with a body like a rugby player and bright blue eyes.

He makes eye contact with both of us several times as he rinses off. 

Even through our hands have returned to ourselves, It’s clear what we’re up to, and he wants in.

It’s not long before he’s down showering, walks over and takes a seat to my right.

He’s sexy, in a completely different way to the guy on my left. Slightly above average clean cut cock. Hairy chest, and a beefy ass that jiggles with each step.

The traffic in the main room has picked up a little.

There are more men coming and going now than there were before. 

Our hands start to dance between the three of us, with me getting the bulk of the action in the middle.

But With each opening of the locker room door, a small joint of fear pulses through of us, recoiling our hands back to ourselves.

Is it a staff member? Is it one of the straights? 

We know this is tolerated here, but we’re not being very discreet at all.

These jolts of interruption drown out the charge.

We’re more on edge now than we are aroused.

My friend to the left gets up and heads to the dry Sauna.

Beefcake to my right isn’t far behind him.

Fine.

 I’ll suffer the heat to see what that added privacy provides us.

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