It was 9 pm. The crowd at the health club that was seen 2 hours earlier has spread and only a handful of people remain. That was my favorite time to arrive. Most swimming lanes were available, and I could use any piece of equipment I liked without waiting in line.
I finished at 10 pm and went to shower. Facing me I saw an average height guy looking at me but didn't pay much attention. At 6'2", and 6" cock at rest, I was used to stares.
Next, I went to the wet sauna. As expected, it was empty. I put my towel on the upper shelf, lay on my back naked, and closed my eyes. I loved to relax in the steamy room after an intense workout.
A few minutes later, the door opened, and somebody got in and sat on the lower shelf facing me. The heavy vapors created poor visibility. I could not observe any details other than seeing his face directed at my midriff. I ignored him and closed my eyes again. A moment later, I opened my eyes and noticed the guy moved to the second shelf somewhat closer to me. This time I saw his eyes pointing at my deflated dick.
...
I knew that look. In the past, I've seen it multiple times. When I was dating a girl, I ignored the stare, but between girlfriends, during droughts, I liked to play. I still recall the first guy. He was very young and skinny, in his first year of college. His eyes never left my prick. He ogled my member from a distance, not able to get a good look through the heavy fog. I suggested to him to come sit by me. He joined me, and his eyes bulged, staring at my organ. I saw his tiny dick and felt sorry for him. I told him he could touch it if he felt like it. His hesitation was short, and soon, he caressed my tool, enjoying the feel. At one point, he licked his lips. I jokingly suggested to him to lick something tastier. He bent forward and took my pecker into his mouth, and sucked me. His blowjob told me it wasn't his first time to give oral. His expert mouth milked me like never before by any of my female dates. I ejaculated in his throat, and he swallowed my goo until the last drop. When he was done, he smiled, "Hi, my name is Gary. I love your giant cock. Whenever you wish to empty your balls again, I am here 3 times a week and will be happy to help.
After Gary, I had similar experiences with 3 other guys, all young and bachelors. Each one knew how to perform a decent blow job, and we ended up satisfied. All the guys gave me their phone numbers with the hope I'd let them suck me other times. I considered them 'my stable,' and in the previous year, I made 3 phone calls that ended with happy endings.
...
This time, the guy looked somewhat older. I smiled at him and said, "You seem to be fascinated with my dick. You can sit by me and ogle it as much as you want."
He mumbled, "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare."
"Look, that's OK. I am used to people sneaking peeks at my organ. Being 6" when shriveled attracts attention. Join me, I don't mind."
He thought about it and then moved to sit on my left. At last, I could see his face. He looked about 40 years old, 5'8", 150 pounds. He glanced curiously at my member and bent his head to see the details. I blurted, "You can touch if you wish. I promise you it won't bite."
He mumbled, "You misunderstand. I am not gay. I am happily married. It's just fascinating to see such a perfect rod." I gazed at his small thing. "You seem to be curious and interested. It has nothing to do with being gay. As I said, you can touch it and get all the answers."
He watched my face and noted I did not mock him. He placed his palm gently on my shaft and rubbed it. His eyes showed fascination. His hand trailed up toward the larger, softer head. The fingers caressed it gingerly, and my penis jolted slightly. His touch felt good and sensual, and my cock started hardening.
I watched his face. His eyes were mesmerized by my rising organ, and he began bobbing it lightly. Not long after, the classic sign appeared - His tongue licked his lips.
I touched his shoulder and said, "That's OK. Go ahead."
He looked at me again, this time with pleading eyes, "Sir, I told you. I am not gay."
My hand caressed gently his shoulder, "Nobody said you are. You were curious how it felt in your hand, and now you wish to feel it in your mouth. Call it research if you want, but there is nothing wrong with it."
He stayed silent, and his eyes were captivated by my prick, which was now at half-mast. I could tell he wanted but didn't dare to do it. My hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his neck, and slowly, I pushed his head down. He didn't resist, and his eyes kept their focus on my expanding cock.
When his lips first touched it, he placed his hand around the base and lifted it up. He inspected the spongy head and squeezed it tenderly. A drop of precum appeared on top. I said, "My cock likes your touch. Be nice and lick it."
This time, he didn't hesitate. Once he gave in to an oral, he didn't object. His tongue lapped the tip. He rolled it in his mouth and whispered, "Not bad. Not bad at all."
"You see, I told you. Now take it in your mouth and feel it. I think you'll like it even more."
Next, his lips parted and enveloped my shaft. I was surprised he could do it because his mouth looked relatively small, and my organ was close to 8" in length and quite large.
I leaned against the back wall and enjoyed his hot mouth pleasuring me. His lack of experience showed. He tried a couple of times to take in more than 4" but choked and gagged.
I told him, "Relax your throat. Eventually, you'll be able to take it. Here, let me help you." And then I started slowly fucking his face, pushing slightly more each time. After reaching 5", I shoved it another inch and left it there for a long moment. He gagged, and his saliva leaked on my sack. He tried to struggle, but I was much stronger and kept it at 6" for 20 seconds before letting go. He huffed and puffed like a marathon runner after a grueling race.
I smiled at him, caressed his hair, and said, "Every beginning is tough, but you were doing great. You succeeded in taking 6". That's more than most beginners achieve. Here, try again. You don't have to take all of it, but I think with the right motivation, you can insert another inch."
He stared at my face, and I smiled, encouraging him to try again. He did. This time, without my help, 6" disappeared into his mouth. I helped him with the 7th. He coughed and gagged mildly, but then he made it and smiled at me with my organ filling his oral cavity to the rim.
"You see, with high motivation, you did excellent. Now bob it and blow me nicely, so you'll earn your present."
I had no idea what went through his mind but he did just that. He started slowly to move up and down over my stiff cock. Gradually, he got the hang of it, and his movements became steadier and smoother.
"Good boy. Now suck a bit harder when you pull out."
He did. I felt my arousal increasing, and I said, "Much better. You see, you can do it. Continue slightly faster, and I'll cum for you."
He accelerated his rhythm, and I felt my climax was pending. I held both sides of his head and blurted, "Boy, here it comes!" My first jet hit his palate, and he gagged. I didn't let go. The second jet hit the same area. He tried to retract his head, but I did not allow it. Instinctively, he swallowed my spunk as I continued pouring my seed down his throat. My orgasm lasted about 20 seconds. In the first 10 seconds, he looked as if he was about to drown, but the last 10 seconds were easier, and he swallowed the slimy stuff as the spurts were gushing in.
When I finished, I lowered my hands to my sides. He raised his head and gazed at me. I caressed his hair and said, "For a first-timer, you did fantastic."
He mumbled, "I am not gay. I just wanted to find out how my wife feels when she sucks me."
I reassured him, "Of course you are not gay. You were just curious. Listen, I have to leave now. If you want to see me again and find out whether you can take in the last inch, I'll be here at the same time on Thursday. By the way, my name is Dade; what's yours?"
"Tom."
"Tommy, nice to meet you. I hope to see you around."
...
On Thursday, I exercised and saw Tommy in the other corner. He said hello from a distance. I finished my routine, and after the shower, I went to the sauna. Tommy entered 2 minutes later. He stared at me silently.
I said, "Tommy, sit by me."
I joined me but remained quiet.
"Did you miss me?"
He whispered, "I did."
"Good. You don't have to be shy about it. If you beg nicely, I'll let you play with my member once more."
He watched my eyes for a long moment before whispering again, "Please, may I touch your penis?"
"Yes, you may."
His palm engulfed my shriveled pecker. He bobbed it with one hand and gently massaged my testicles through my sack with the other. My organ began hardening in his hands. His eyes concentrated on my growing rod, and then his eyes turned to me, pleadingly.
I blurted, "Tommy, you'll get your wish only if you specify what you want."
"... may I suck your magnificent cock?..."
"You see how easy it was? You shouldn't be ashamed of it. I think you are a natural cocksucker, and that's OK."
He didn't respond. He moved to the lower shelf. I spread my knees, and he moved in between. He smiled at me and took my member into his mouth. Only 6.5" or 7" penetrated, but it was an admirable effort. He began in and out movements immediately, and my prick continued swelling inside his mouth. He struggled, but his gagging was much less than the first time, and eventually, I was completely erect inside his mouth. He stopped for a second, stared at me, and bobbed it at an increasing pace.
Tommy was doing much better than on his first time, and shortly after, I was ready to dump my load into his oral cavity. He blew me as if his life depended on it.
I massaged his shoulder and said, "Tommy, today you are doing terrific. Now swallow my spunk like a good boy."
He continued sucking hungrily, and seconds later, I ejaculated. This time, he was ready for it and swallowed like a pro. I was impressed and asked him how he acquired the skill in such a short time.
He smiled, "I returned home and felt awful about what I did with you. I knew in my heart I was not gay. The same evening, I had sex with my wife, and she gave me a blow job. I looked at her, and for some reason, I felt jealous... I couldn't cum in her mouth and used a missionary position to climax. Later that night, I couldn't sleep. Your beautiful penis floated before my eyes. I tried to convince myself one time was enough to know what it was all about, but my brain kept telling me, 'You like it. Thursday is coming soon. In my free time, I read about sucking techniques and even used my wife's dildo to train my throat..."
I laughed, "I told you you are a natural."
He whispered, "But I am not gay."
I caressed his hair, "I know. That's OK. You tried twice and achieved success. Now, just in case you care to know, I'll be here Monday evening, too.
...
Monday evening, I returned to the club. At 9 pm, I lay supine on my towel in the sauna and closed my eyes, savoring the hot moisture. Several minutes later, Tommy showed up again and stared at me. I did not react. He sat silently for 5 minutes, and then he asked, "Dade, may I suck you, please?"
I sat up and pointed my finger at my side. He hurried to sit by me. I asked, "Tommy, it seems you become very interested in playing with my cock. Right?"
He whispered, "Yes, Dade."
"I always hated the name Dade. I suggest you call me Daddy, like some of my other friends."
"...OK, Daddy..."
"Good. Now tell me. What made you come here today?"
