"I am catching on," I joked, my cock continuing its rise, even as I begged it to behave. "You see the morning ritual is a mixture of people working out and people getting worked on if you get my drift," he continued. I didn't completely understand what he was saying, but did get the 'really come' reference as I watched the live gay act right in front of me, my cock betraying me. "In the morning very few people come, although many that do come really come." "I didn't realize there were rules," I said, trying to act casual during the very awkward situation. "I just need to make sure you know the rules of the morning sauna, Jim," he said, his voice again friendly.
"Sit down Jim," Doug ordered, his tone instantly shifting again from friendly to authoritative.įor some unexplainable reason I obeyed, and I am not usually one who obeys orders. "I should get going," I said, beginning to get up. "Yeah, I'm sure," I replied, even as my cock began to harden, thankful I had put the towel over me when originally sitting down. "Do you suck cock? Or are you just curious?" He asked. Pulling my eyes away from the blow job, unaware I was again staring, I stammered, "W-w-what?" "It can be, like all marriages," I shrugged, answering all his questions for some reason. "Yep," I replied, showing the ring, "twenty-one years." "I don't know, watch TV, read, work out," I shrugged and joked, unable to avert my eyes from the scene right before me. The black man continued talking as if he wasn't getting head in a sauna in front of a stranger, as if it was a natural every day thing. I stared as the older man walked over to the black man, dropped to his knees and took the huge cock in his mouth. I know I had heard the words correctly, yet I couldn't quite accept I had. It was like watching something in slow motion. "Either in or out, cocksucker," the black man ordered, his soft friendly demeanour suddenly changing. The mid-fifties man still seemed unsure what to do, which baffled me. "It's okay, he is new and doesn't know the rules yet," the black man said. He seemed surprised to see me as he stopped looking unsure. "It can be," I shrugged, just as the door opened and another man walked in. Ignoring my question, he said, "That's a pretty stressful job." "It is a great way to start the day," he agreed. "Plus I feel more refreshed and energetic all day." "I am enjoying it much more," I answered, doing all I could to not be drawn back down between his legs, an invisible magnet seeming to be drawing me down. "It is much quieter here in the morning," he agreed. I replied, "Yes, well I worked out last week after work, but found it too busy and I was too tired from the long day at work." My face felt flush at the thought of being caught staring at a man's cock, but thankfully I could blame the hot sauna for my red face, and not my embarrassment at staring at his cock. "You're new here," he said, distracting me away from his large package. I didn't mean to stare, but I was in such awe of its length and girth I couldn't take my eyes off it. Even flaccid, it was bigger than mine when it was completely hard.
I had heard black guys were hung but had never put any thought into it until the moment one was right in front of me.
I didn't mean to look, but his legs were wide open, and his large black cock was dangling right in front of me. He was made like a football linebacker with tattoos everywhere. I had been in the sauna maybe a minute when a well-built black man, probably in his late twenties, sat directly across from me. Unfortunately, my body ached and even after fifteen minutes in the hot tub I was kind of stiff and decided to hit the sauna. By Wednesday, I was getting into a routine and I pushed myself to get to the next level. There were only a few people there and it was more of a relaxed atmosphere. So the second week I shifted to morning workouts. I went after work a few times the first week but it was way too busy and by the time I got home it was almost seven.the evening already half gone. So now in my early forties, I bought a year membership at a fitness club, knowing I was way too cheap not to use it if I paid for it. I was an athlete in high school and college, but in my thirties work, family and neglect have added a few more pounds than I was proud to admit.
I went through my mid-life crisis recently, but instead of buying a Porsche or a 800 inch flat screen TV or fucking my twenty-two year old secretary (although it was tempting) Instead I decided to get back in shape. Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991,Leanne and Goamz for editing this story. Note: This is a Nude Day 2013 Contest Entry. Summary: Seeing a big black cock in sauna turns straight married man.