I had been fantasizing about servicing a man's cock for quite some time. I tried to share this with my wife, but she was totally disinterested, which left me to my own designs. I got online and looked at hookup sites and eventually stumbled across a gay bath house, which was not too far from where I live. I spent quite a large amount of time looking around on this site. It looked very promising. I figured a place where men were naked would be the perfect spot. My wife had planned to be out of town for a week to visit her sister, and this left me alone to explore on my own.

I saw that there were steam rooms, saunas, a large hot, soaking pool and also, more intriguing, private rooms. I quickly made plans for a visit, and I showered and trimmed up all of my personal areas, so I was nice and smooth there and took a deep breath and made the trip.

The staff at the desk was very nice and helpful, particularly when they were told it was my first visit. I requested one of those private rooms, was given a key and a very large Turkish-style towel, and they offered me lube, which I didn't expect to use but accepted graciously.

I went into the private room, stripped, put the towel around me and decided to take a stroll. My first thought was the steam room, and as I walked in and my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw there were several couples of men in there; one couple was jacking each other off, and the other two were in the midst of some serious ass fucking. I wasn't really interested in anal, and I hoped that wouldn't be a barrier to what I had hoped to accomplish. I sat down in a corner of the same room and just watched. The door opened; another man came in and boldly came up to me and asked me if I wanted a blow job. I politely declined, and this made me fearful that everybody was here for the same reason I was, to give and not necessarily to receive.

I left the steam room and walked to the large hot pool and there were all sorts of men soaking and some swimming and all were naked. I sat on one of the benches and just watched for a bit. In a few minutes, a man got out, and I caught a glimpse of his cock as he climbed up the stairs. He had his back to me as he put his towel around him. He was exactly the type that I have been looking for: tall, slender, and his body looked completely smooth and hairless.

I was completely unsure how to proceed at this point, and even though I wanted to explore what he had between his legs, I wasn't sure exactly how to do it.

He solved that problem for me, boldly walking up and introducing himself. He extended his hand and said, "Hi, I'm James."

I shook his hand and said, "Hi, my name is John."

"You're new here, aren't you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"A little, you look a bit nervous. Although I must say I come here often, and I haven't seen you in here before. What are you looking for here?"

He was standing right in front of me, even though I slid over to give him room to sit down. His crotch was right at my face level, and his hands were on his hips. I think he knew exactly what he was doing because it made me a little bit nervous.

"I have a craving that I have to satisfy. I have a real need to provide pleasure with my mouth."

"That's a worthy goal, and I believe I can help you achieve it. Would you like to get a private room, or did you think ahead and already get one?"

"I planned ahead."

"Good boy, lead the way"

I liked his take-charge attitude and his cocky demeanor. He walked with an athletic grace, and I found myself wishing that his towel was off so I could see what his naked ass looked like and also watch his cock swing back-and-forth as he walked.

I unlocked the door to my private room and opened it; he walked in, and I walked in behind him, closing it and locking it. He went and stood against the dresser and said to me, "Why don't you pull up that footstool and have a seat here in front of me?"

His tone was quietly authoritative, and I immediately did as he said, partly because of his tone and partly because I was very curious to see what was between his legs.

I didn't wait for further instructions. I reached up and loosened his towel, and it dropped to the floor. I have to say, I received one very delightful surprise. He was already more than 8 inches in length with an impressive girth, and it was only semi-hard. There were also a pair of huge smooth balls hanging below it. His scent was a faint combination of body wash and chlorine and male musk.

"My God, it's beautiful," I said in amazement.

"That's what everybody says," he replied as he placed his hands at the back of my head and forced my mouth against his balls.

"Suck my balls first," he commanded. I gave in to him and gently sucked and kissed both of his balls. I was rubbing his muscular thighs up and down as I did, so I reached around and squeezed his ass cheeks, finding them tight and muscular.

My enthusiastic attention to those huge balls was also having the desired effect on his cock. I could see it thicken and begin to stand up straight. The shaft was long and veined, and I licked it all the way up and around that thick, swollen head without being told.

He began to moan and then shoved it in my mouth and we established a rhythm. He was slowly pumping it in and out of my mouth, and I was moving up and down, taking as much of that thick thing in my mouth as I could.

"I'm horny as hell, I'm not going to last long. When I cum, I'm going to shoot off all over you so be ready."

I had my mouth full of that thick cock of his, so I really couldn't respond, but I found myself excited at the prospect of watching him shoot off, and I began to move up and down faster.

I felt him swell as his pace increased. He grabbed both sides of my head with his hands and began to seriously fuck my mouth. I was squeezing those huge balls very gently, and then with a huge moan, he pulled out and a huge thick rope of cum splattered against my face and down my neck. He began to pump, shooting off all over my chest, my tits.

He was breathing heavily, standing there with his head thrown back, hands on his hips and said, "Clean me."

I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft and pumped him a few times, and one small spurt shot out, and the head was completely covered with white cum. I was a bit hesitant but then lightly touched it with my tongue, finding it slightly bitter and salty and musky. I then proceeded to lick the head of his cock clean. I admitted to myself that the taste was not objectionable at all.

"I don't know if that was your first time or not, but that was a damn fine blow job. I'm here every Tuesday and Thursday between five and nine. I'd like you to be here, get a private room, and service me on those nights. We'll see how it goes and I may get your number to call you whenever I need service. Just so you'll be prepared, from now on when we do this, I'll be finishing in your mouth, and I expect you to drink every drop."

I was taken aback but was definitely excited by the forceful nature of his comments. I stumbled around for an answer and then said, "Ok."

"One more thing: from now on, when we're in here, I'll expect a yes sir and no sir response to these questions. Are we clear?"

I cleared my throat and then managed a quiet "Yes sir."

He abruptly walked out, closing the door behind him. I stood up, dropped my towel, and stroked my painful erection, running my fingers through his cum, and as I licked my finger clean, I shot my own cum all over my belly.

I knew that moment that I was going to be a bathhouse regular.