"I want you to try something. Close your eyes and inhale deeply."
He did.
"Don't open them yet. Let's put you in touch with all your senses. What do you smell?"
Morris sniffed at the air. "Soap. Lots of it. The air smells very clean."
"Is it humid?"
"Yeah."
"And warm?"
He nodded. "Very."
"What do you hear?"
"Guys talking. Laughing. Water splashing."
I leaned closer to him and licked along his salty earlobe. "Now how do you feel?"
He laughed. "Aroused." His nipples hardened and goosebumps raised from his skin.
"Okay, Morris, I want you to pretend we're wearing a magic cloak that makes you invisible. Nobody can see you. Nobody can touch you. You're completely protected when you're with me. Can you open your eyes and do that?"
He opened them and looked at me with a smirk.
"Whoa, where'd you go?" I waved my hand in front of me and landed on his forearm. Sliding my grip downward, I took his hand in mine. Giving it a squeeze, I said, "I'm glad I found you."
"I am too." He kept smiling as I led him past the row of shower heads.
"See, you're fine," I whispered. "Nobody even knows you're here."
On the contrary, every head was turning. Who could resist checking out the lean, muscular new guy strutting hand in hand with me through the room?
"Your cloak is defective, sir. They're all staring at me," Morris whispered back with a nudge.
"Don't be so conceited. They're staring atme." I tilted my chin up and waved with exaggerated exuberance at some of the regulars. "Hey guys, how's it going tonight?"
He laughed and leaned tighter against me. I could sense his anxiety melting away.
We stopped in front of a vacant shower station. I turned to face him. "It's okay. I'm here." Then I removed my towel and hung it on a hook along the wall.
Morris eyed the men on either side of us. Thankfully they were considerate enough to sense his shyness and pretended we weren't there. Looking relieved, he untied his towel. The contrasting black nylon framed his caged cock.
One guy whooped from a few feet away.
"C'mon, Owen, stop it," I said to the man, recognizing him as a regular. "You've seen me naked before."
That earned a hearty laugh from Morris, who hugged at my side to shield his exposed cock. I turned on the nozzle to the shower and kissed him as water rained down.
His skin was hot against mine, like it had absorbed all the heat of the sun. I loved the feeling of our bodies pressed together. We continued making out while I reached behind him and filled my palm with body wash from a wall dispenser. Then I massaged it in circles along his body, cleansing him of the sweat and grit from his workday.
It became a sexy game as he returned the favor and washed me down, giving extra attention to my hardening cock. The world around us faded away. It was only the two of us in that room. We continued kissing and rubbing against each other while we dried off. By the time we were wrapped in our towels and heading toward our room, he didn't seem concerned about anyone around us.
The hallway leading to our room was bathed in warm golden lights. We kept them low for a cozy atmosphere. Shadows helped mellow the tone, shrouding men in mystery.
Everything about the bathhouse was designed to seduce its guests. Even the low-key electronic music that hummed through the speakers was to promote sex. It was barely decipherable. A rhythm of vibrations and bass with an energetic percussion. Walking through the tunnels that connected the various sections felt like walking in a waking dream.