I was sitting on a bench in the darkroom of the bathhouse -- a room which really wasn’t dark, but light enough to see. Several men walked by, going from one play room to another, looking for a hook-up.

One of the men came up to me. He was a little stocky, a little hairy, not very attractive, but looking for someone or something. He smiled and reached a couple of fingers out to play with my nipple. I’m not really into that nipple play -- they are way too sensitive and kind of hurt when toyed with -- but I let him rub them a little. I returned the favor, because most people want you to do to them what they do to you. I rubbed the pad of my finger against his left nipple while my other hand reached out and touched the modest bulge in the crotch of his towel.

We did this for a few seconds before I slid my fingers under his towel, sliding up his hairy leg, right up to his hairy ball sack.

He quickly moved his hand to rip the towel off his waist, showing off a small, but hard cock.

Politely, I look up to his face and lick my lips. The expression on his face was wide-eyed and hopeful. Someone was finally going to suck his dick and he got to watch it happen.

I rubbed his balls with one hand as I leaned in and took his small, stiff dick into my mouth. I had barely got my lips over the head when he began orgasming, quickly squirting shorts bursts of semen into my mouth. I took it all and swallowed, still holding onto his nuts.

“Oh, fuck,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, the taste of his cum still on my tongue.

“I didn’t mean to cum so fast.”

“Don’t worry about it. It felt good, right?”

He stood there, looking uncertain, his little cock still hard, a drop of cum oozing out.

“You want me to do you?” he asked.

I stood and began to loosen the towel around my waist, thinking he wanted to blow me. Short, stocky and hairy isn’t really attractive to me, but he had a mouth and wanted my dick in it. I opened up my towel for him to admire my package when he turned and walked away.

But he stuck out a finger and wiggled it at me -- a sign to follow him.

I headed off in the direction he had gone. Looking down the hall, he wasn’t in sight. I almost went back to where I sat, but decided to see it through.

When I came around the corner, it opened into a larger room, with a couple of smaller rooms off to the side. I looked into the first one and saw the stocky hairy man inside. He was leaning over, ass out. He had one knee on the bench, his right foot on the floor.