For the next week my hopes that I would meet Malcolm somewhere went unfulfilled. He was using the cell phone on my plan, which reassured me he was at least in a position to correspond, and hopefully okay. I noticed one number in particular that he was using, and discovered it was that of Steve's, the guy who was with Malcolm in my apartment. I debated calling to let him know I was thinking about him but thought it best that let it go. Malcolm wanted me to be someone I could not; an honest and committed partner who was as sexually charged as he was. But I was only able to provide the sex he wanted, but not be honest and open about need to have sex with others. This had been a pattern all my life, but Malcolm was as close to what I sought for all my life, and I lost him due to my inability to make that sacrifice. I was discovering that being with one man, no matter how much to my liking, was improbable.
The following week, after resigning to the fact that Malcolm was not coming back, I returned to the regular routine at the health club, but not before searching the streets and the local homeless shelters for any sign of him. I wanted to offer him any help I could provide, but also knew it would probably be rejected, not so much because he didn't need it, but that he didn't need it from me. I missed him badly. While often times unpleasant, the time I spent with him provided a spark to my life during a time in which it as stagnant and dull. Malcolm had many good qualities, mostly that he was totally honest with his feelings and intentions. His goal to make me a woman was one that I had not fully realized until I met him. Now nothing else would satisfy me in a man unless he understood my needs. Malcolm was in my head, which I'm sure he intended.
That Monday and Wednesday, it was pretty empty except for the usual older white guys so no action. Malcolm did not show up as I thought would be a possibility, nor Cole who always could be counted on.
That Friday, I saw Cole working out while I was, but not making eye contact as he usually did. I figured he was no longer interested because of my relationship with Malcolm. Not being mentally into my workout routine, I hit the shower much earlier than normal so I could relax in the sauna, whirlpool and steam room with more time. Shortly after sitting in the whirlpool, naked as usual although some guys choose swim wear, a young, dark skinned Filipino guy I had chatted with weeks back joined me. He was about 5'6", with a stocky, bearish, build and a beautifully round butt. We made more small talk in the whirlpool about work and the weather. He introduced himself as Francisco, Isko for short. As he got up to leave, I noticed his cock was semi-hard. I stared at it, admiring its darkness and thickness, though shorter than average. He stood in front of me for a few seconds, then left to go into the sauna. I had pegged him for a bottom but now I was curious as he was obviously cruising. I wasted no time following him, hoping my perception was correct.
There were two other men in the sauna which I walked past to position myself next to Isko. Everyone there was silent and making no moves. After about 10 minutes, the heat got to me so I left, not covering with a towel so that Isko could see my bare ass. After going into the sauna, the other white guy came in after me, still cruising. He was not a bad looking man, but I was not at all interested. I figured I would keep ignoring his advances until he became disinterested. Isko came in shortly after, completely naked. He laid on the bench in front of me with his groin area easily visible. Whether it was intentional or not is what I was trying to figure out. The sauna had much less heat so I was in position to be more patient. After the white guy left, it was just the two of us, providing the chance to make the next move.
"So why you come in here?" asked Isko. His direct question was surprising to me but defining. Not wanting to admit I wanted to suck his cock, I made up something about it being therapeutically. He nodded in agreement, the spread his legs so that I could see more of him. But he did not look at me, so there remained some doubt. After a few minutes of continued silence, Isko looked out the door and started playing with his dick. As I watch, my cock got hard and I tossed the towel to the side to display it. Isko glanced my direction, and seeing my erection, started jacking his dick. We masturbated together in silence until I worked up the nerve to slide over and jack him. His dick was rock hard, thicker than average. In less than minute he started shooting his load, which I covered with my mouth and got as much as I could.
Isko quickly left, and I followed, my dick still hard and easily visible under the towel. I crossed paths with Carl, Malcolm's racquetball partner who I orally serviced. I initiated the greeting and was relieved to have him answer back with a friendly hello. My experiences are that many married guys are reluctant to acknowledge another man with whom he had some form of sex.
While my intentions were to shower and head out, Carl's presence changed that. I waited a few minutes to join him in the sauna. Where he sat with is towel covering his privates.
"Hey, how's it going?" I asked as I sat across from him.
"Doing okay here, no complaints," said Carl. Thankfully, he showed no signs of awkwardness being in the same room where I blew him.
"Good to hear. Have you seen Malcolm around? I haven't seen him in a while," I asked.
"No man, I have not. But that's Malcolm. He'll disappear then come back," said Carl, shifting his body, giving me a better view of his cock and balls under the towel. "You worried about him?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am," I said, surprised by Carl's recognition of my affinity for Malcolm.
"Yeah, me too man. He's going through some rough shit right now. But he's a strong man, he'll get through it."
I wanted to press Carl for more information but thought better. I figured I would bring up our last meeting. "So, I hope you enjoyed what I did last week. I certainly did."
Carl nodded his head in the affirmative. "That was some bomb ass head, I got to admit."
"Well anytime you need some, I `d love to do it again," I said shamelessly. While most of the time I was less aggressive in my interactions with married or straight men, I sensed Carl was comfortable with the topic.
"I'd love to, but someone might walk in," said Carl. I noticed his cock was growing, now half-hard.
"No worries, I can see when someone is coming in which gives us time to adjust." I tried convincing him, but it was obvious that Carl was too nervous. "You have a beautiful dick," I said, playing with myself.
"Well, hell, come on over and do your thing," said Carl, removing his towel. His cut, brown dick was resting on his meaty thigh.
"It's better if you stand and let me sit, that way I can see if anyone is coming in." I got myself into position where Cole and I often used. I took his almost hard cock into my mouth, slowly stroking it until completely hard, then deep throating it, prompting a moan from Carl. He took me by the back of my head and pushed in further, causing me to lightly gag. I was able to recover, and grabbed his thick, round ass to encourage him to fuck my face. I was drooling uncontrollably, coating his hanging balls with saliva. He took the clue, and began thrusting in and out, losing his inhibitions and becoming verbal.
"Fuck, you're a nasty slut," he said grabbing me by the hair to keep my head on his cock. "You must love the black cock, you fucking nasty whore."
Carl's verbal humiliation we unexpected, but a huge turn on, encouraging me to increase the quality of the blow job I was giving him. With every thrust and release, I kept a tight grip with my lips and swirled my tongue around the thick shaft. I was motivated to give this man the best head he ever had, not only to show him that men do a better job than women, but also, I wanted this to become a regular thing. As we were feverishly going at it, I saw someone about to come in, so I tried to pull off but was unable to do to Carl's strong grip on my head. The door opened, and Carl quickly pulled out, trying to wrap his towel around his fully erect, eleven-inch cock. But it was too late, the guy who came in obviously knew what was going on. Still on my knees, I turned around and, to my delight, and relief, it was Cole.
"Don't stop on the account of me," said Cole as he sat down, towel still wrapped around his waist. Carl played it cool, pretending not to have done anything. "Hey man, it's cool," said Cole, recognizing that Carl was embarrassed.
Carl remained quiet, not sure what to do next. Unable to stand because of his erection, he sat and waited. "Shit, if you guys aren't going to do anything, might as well I get some," said Cole as he stood, removed his towel and stood in front of me holding his soft cock. It had been awhile since I sucked Cole, but now that Malcolm and I were no longer together, I had the green light. I gave Cole head while Carl watched, sill covered up with the towel. But I was encouraged that not only did he not leave, but appeared to be getting excited by the sight of me sucking Cole's dick.
Cole pulled out and stood back, gently slapping my face. "Good bitch," he said. "Go on and suck his dick," he said to me, nodding towards Carl. Carl waved his hand indicating he was not interested, but his hard cock said differently. "For real man, let him suck your dick while I fuck him." Cole helped me up, but I was a bit hesitant to give up ass in front of Carl, thinking he was not ready for that level of sex between men. But Cole, keeping to his personality, was insistent. He bent me down so that my face was near Carl's groin, grabbing me by the neck and getting himself into position to fuck me. I felt bad for Carl, who was in an uncomfortable situation with Cole's aggressiveness. I felt the familiar invasion of Cole's hard dick into my ass. With just saliva and no lube, it was a painful entry, but I held on until he was all the way inside of me.
Cole grabbed me hair and yanked my head back while his thrusting escalated. "C'mon bro, I want to see if this bitch can suck your dick while I fuck his ass," said Cole to Carl. Cole was uncharacteristically abusive to me, which was causing me shame in front of a man I just met. But apparently Cole was upset by my recent rejections and was taking it out on me. I bent forward and took Carl's cock in my mouth, leaving it up to him if he wanted me to continue. It grew quickly and soon it was at full mast. He made no motions like he did earlier, but instead sat back and enjoyed the head he was getting.
Having done this before, I knew how to take dick in both ends and keep up a good rhythm. They both were into it and I could feel Cole getting closer to orgasm. Being so much into the action, I heard the door to the sauna open. I looked up and saw that Carl did not react this time, instead just keeping his eyes closed. The door shut, but I had no idea if anyone had come in, or left. I had a dick in both my ass and mouth, so there was nothing I could do but continue to pleasure these two men. Cole began to moan, pulling out his dick and shooting his load onto my back, then reinserting it and pushing more cum into my ass. Immediately after, Carl began to orgasm, moaning as he shot ropes of cum into my mouth. I felt Cole's hand on the back of my neck, pushing my head down further onto Carl's pulsating dick. After he finished coming, Carl pulled out, grabbed his towel and wiped his large, still semi-hard and swinging cock off while leaving. Cole's cock had slipped out of my ass, leaving a trail of cum running down my back and ass. On his way out, he slapped my ass, telling me what a good bitch I was. I got up, turned around, and saw Malcolm sitting on the bench across from where the action was. He had his large arms folded across his hairy chest, towel around his waist, and a stern look directed at me.
There I sat, drenched in cum from a man that Malcolm did not care for, and having just swallowed his friend's load. I had no idea what to say or do.