Seeing a big black cock in sauna turns straight married man

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. 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. 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 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 the second week I shifted to morning workouts. There were only a few people there and it was more of a relaxed atmosphere. By Wednesday, I was getting into a routine and I pushed myself to get to the next level. Unfortunately, my body ached and even after fifteen minutes in the hot tub I was kind of stiff and decided to hit the sauna.

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. He was made like a football linebacker with tattoos everywhere. I didn’t mean to look, but his legs were wide open, and his large black cock was dangling right in front of me. 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. Even flaccid, it was bigger than mine when it was completely hard. 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.

“You’re new here,” he said, distracting me away from his large package.

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. 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.”

“It is much quieter here in the morning,” he agreed.

“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. “Plus I feel more refreshed and energetic all day.”

“It is a great way to start the day,” he agreed. “What do you do for a living?” He asked.

“Banker, stocks and bonds,” I replied. “You?”

Ignoring my question, he said, “That’s a pretty stressful job.”

“It can be,” I shrugged, just as the door opened and another man walked in. He seemed surprised to see me as he stopped looking unsure.

“It’s okay, he is new and doesn’t know the rules yet,” the black man said.

The mid-fifties man still seemed unsure what to do, which baffled me.

“Either in or out, cocksucker,” the black man ordered, his soft friendly demeanour suddenly changing.

It was like watching something in slow motion. I know I had heard the words correctly, yet I couldn’t quite accept I had. I stared as the older man walked over to the black man, dropped to his knees and took the huge cock in his mouth.

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. “So banking is a pretty stressful job. What do you do to relieve the stress?”

“I don’t know, watch TV, read, work out,” I shrugged and joked, unable to avert my eyes from the scene right before me.

“Sorry, what is your name?” He asked.

“Jim,” I replied, “you?”

“Doug,” he replied. “Married?”

“Yep,” I replied, showing the ring, “twenty-one years.”

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