Don't worry. I promise no one will get killed in this one.
It was my first, and probably only, visit to the club. I could never afford to join the place and was only there on a guest pass I had won at a charity raffle. I worked out in the gym for a while, had a couple of drinks in the bar, then hit the sauna.
It was empty except for a single man sitting in the corner. Like me, he was wearing nothing but a white towel with the club logo embroidered on it. He looked to be in his early forties, balding with a few gray hairs but with a body that said he still worked out regularly. He had dozed off and I was careful not to wake him as I entered the room.
I don't know what he was dreaming about but he must have been having a good time. The towel on his lap was slowly rising and before long his cock had fully risen and had managed to lift the towel a good eight inches. It was then that he woke up and caught me staring at him. I chuckled, embarrassed. He looked right at me and pulled the towel away. Putting his hands behind his head, he leaned back and closed his eyes, putting himself on display and giving me the full view. He was proud of his equipment and with good reason. He didn't say anything but it was obvious what he wanted. It wasn't just that he wanted it. It was more like he expected it.
To be honest, I've always wondered what it would be like to be with another man. I'd just never met anyone who made me want to. In my imagination it was always some faceless guy or the cock from a porno where they just show the girl sucking him off. But there was something about this guy that actually turned me on and made me want him. I don't know if it was his attitude or the nine inches of rock hard cock sticking up from his crotch. He was big but not massive. It wasn't one of those freakishly huge dicks you see in some vids. Where the guy is so big the girl can barely fit it in her mouth. It was just a long, thick, nicely proportioned piece of meat.
Somehow I found myself getting up and walking over to him. He still didn't speak as I knelt down in front of him.
I reached out and started exploring his hard cock with my hands, lightly tracing his shaft with my fingers, running them over his swollen head. Grasping it in one hand then both, stroking him up and down. His cock felt huge in my hands. Mine is only average sized and I often wondered what it would feel like to hold a dick as big as his was. Slowly I jacked his cock up and down its entire length, feeling it slide through my hands. His cock throbbed and he pushed out a big glob of precum. I took my hands away and watched as it flowed down the length of his shaft. When it reached the base I leaned forward and, touching it with my tongue, traced its path back up to the slit. The sweetness of it broke down my last barrier. I had to have him in my mouth. I looked up at him.