The following day was much different. When I walked into the locker room after working out there was a muscular Black man with several tattoos sitting outside the steam room. He was wearing swim trunks, as was the policy of the club. After showering I passed him on the way to the spa but was unable to make eye contact. There was no one in the whirlpool, so I went in naked, hoping the muscular guy would join.After a few minutes, he walked in, sitting a few feet away from me. Normally guys sit as far away as possible from each other. And with this being such a large spa, I took at as a sign he might want to fool around. Right after sitting down he spoke. This is what I remember to the best of my ability.
"Damn this feels good," he said as he slid down into the water, then looking at me.
At that point I felt that he was definitely cruising but did not want to take any chances. "Sure does," was all I could say.
"Would feel even better if some blonde were jacking me off," he said.
Not being blonde, I figured he was trying to make conversation to see where it led. "Sounds good," was all I could say. He seemed rather chatty, so I let him do the talking.
He continued. "Even better to get some head." He put his arms behind his head in position to get sucked, but I still wasn't sure that was what he wanted. The directness of his conversation reminded me of a porn movie, that this was happening too close to the dialogue I had seen in them. But this was real.
This time, I managed to throw a hint that I was interested. "That sounds like something I'd get into," I said, still being coy.
"Yeah? Your dick hard?" he asked, turning to look directly at me.
I was semi-hard, but not willing to admit it. "No," I said unconvincingly. He then reached over and felt my dick. "You a damn liar," he said laughing lightly. "You a fag?" he asked.
Instead of answering his question, I asked if he was hard. I was afraid that I was set up with his series of obvious questions regarding sex. And with his sitting so close, I was now more confused as to his intent. Adding to the perplexity was the fact that he grabbed my dick, something a straight guy would not do? Or would he?
He took my hand and guided it to his crotch. His dick was huge. "Do you like that?" he asked, still looking at me.
I nervously said "yes", stroking his cock through the swim trunks. We were still the only guys in the spa, and no one else was around. He slipped off his swim wear, then sat on the edge of the spa, sporting about a ten-inch uncut dick, thick with a strong curve upwards.
"I'll watch out while you suck my dick," he said, looking at the mirror that would allow him to see if anyone was coming nearby. I was not surprised by his confidence but was at the reckless abandonment he was showing. So I got between his legs and sucked his cock. There were times when I looked up and saw that he was enjoying the head I was giving, his eyes closed and not looking at the mirror. I was very concerned but also pleased that he was enjoying it.
"Don't forget my balls," he said, guiding my head to his large nuts. While licking them, he started getting verbal, calling a dick-sucking faggot. I suddenly felt a slap on the face, then saw him slide back into the spa. That was my cue to pretend nothing was happening because someone was coming.
The attendant walked by, asking if everything was okay. We both said yes as if nothing was happening. He told us both to have a good day and left.
"I bet you take it up the ass too," he said while jacking his dick under water.
"Yes, I do," I said.
"I figured faggot," he said while standing up. "Put your ass out."
I stood in the middle of the spa, remembering the difficulty I had getting fucked in the spa because of the lack of lube. I figured water would be enough but found it to be more problematic. Sensing that he was impatient, I bent over as he got behind me. Just then, visible in the mirror, we saw that someone was heading our direction so we both sat back down. A middle-aged white guy came in an sat near us, then a few minutes later, another. Knowing that we would not be able to do anything else, I got out, went to my locker to get lubed up, and waited in the steam room. He came in minutes later.
"Damn this place too crowded," he said as he sat down. It was just the two of us in the steam room, so I expected we'd be getting down to business immediately. Instead, he wanted to talk about my experiences as a gay man. He seemed genuinely interested, but I was more wanting to finish what we started.
"Do want to finish what we started?" I asked.
"No man, I'm good," he said, getting up to leave.