I have never been a prude, just embarassed by my naked body - not the slimmest of guys, and whilst not the smallest of cocks, not the biggest either. However once I turned forty I think I just give up giving a fuck about things, started going to nudist beaches and such, And wondering why I was so shy in the past, there were bigger guys than me on the beach without a care, there were much smaller cocks than mine - and no one seemed to be one bit concerned.
One thing that still eluded me was a bar which had a Back room / Dark room etc. I remember going to Barcelona and searching for a gay bar I had seen online - and as I walked in there was a sign saying "Clothing Optional" - I turned round and walked away looking for another bar.
A few years later, I was on Holiday in the Costa Del Sol, and was out on a very hot evening - Drinking my way through a cocktail list, obvious nature called, and I needed a piss - was holding out, as you know once you break the seal and stuff. The toilets were down some very steep stairs, so down I trotted.
I am brave enough and don't suffer from stage fright when I've had a few to drink, so was casually pissing at the urinal being watched by a leather clad skin head, I am 6ft 3, and I would say he was a little taller. I finished, and turned around to go wash up, when I spotted the skin head lift his hand from his cock and suck his piss covered fingers. I left that toilet smiling on the inside.
Upon exiting the toilet, I seemed a bit disorientated, I couldn't see the steps, Had I taken a left or a right when I came down the stairs, I decided it must have been a left
Lets just say I was wrong, before I knew it I was in complete darkness, couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I firstly wanted to turn around, however the movement in my pants was telling me differntly.
I put my hands out in front of me so I could feel my way around. Not wanting to walk into a wall. It didn't take long before I felt the naked chest of some guy - his hand grabbed mine and lowered it down towards his groin.
Now I have big hands, and his member filled them, I began to slowly wank the guy. I felt another person behind me, with a hand on my arse, which worked its way around to the front, to unbutton my jean shorts, slipping inside and grabbing hold of my swelling cock. All the time I kept pulling on the mysterious object that was in front of me, gently then a little rougher as I heard the breath intesify in the darkness. I felt a hand on my head, pushing me down, so I obliged, and was guided to the cock that I had been taking care of - no sooner as my mouth engorged the cock, it exploded filling me with warm salty goodness. I heard a whispered "Gracias" and the cock slipped out of my mouth, and I searched with my hands for the body but nothing - he was gone.
Standing back up from my crouched status, I feel that hand on my arse again, and quickly and surely it again moved round to the front, this time dropping my shorts to the floor, I feel a mouth kissing the back of my neck, then the hand caressing my cock again.
I tried to reach backwards and return the favour, but was stopped. I felt a body in front of me, rubbing up against my stomach - the hand still wanking me I reach in front of me and can tell that the person in front of me has backed up to me, I reach around and feel around to his cock, he's not interested. I wasn't that bothered, I was still being wanked.
A few minutes later, I could feel the body in front of me back and forth, I soon came to the realisation I was fucking him - I was no longer being wanked - the guy behind me had gone - Now this is not my normal preference, but was enjoying it all the same - I grabbed the guys hips and started to thrust, when it hit me, I was going in bareback - again not something I felt comfortable with - especially in this situation. I pulled out- How d*unk was I - I WAS wearing a condom - hadn't felt anyone put it on me, I pulled off the rubber, and as I did, I shot my load - must've gone over the arse of the random guy in front of me - "thanks" I heard
I pull up my shorts and wander around looking for the way back to the bar - ensuring my wallet and phone were still in my pockets.
I go back to my seat and order a new drink - the leather clad skin head comes up the stairs from the Dark room smiling.
That would have been about 10 years ago now, whilst I have never been to a Dark room which was completley blacked out since, I have many other stories
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