After waking up early to remove the make up and get more prepared for work, I was more optimistic about the relationship between Malcolm and I than ever before. Remembering that he said he wanted to go the club with me, I woke him up with a gentle nod and prodding. He slowly got up, trying to focus.
"Morning, Malcolm. I didn't want to wake you but you did say you wanted to go to the club with me."
"What time is it?" he asked, barely able to open his eyes.
"5:00 sir," I said crawling back into bed with him.
"Hell no, I'm staying in bed," he said, pulling the covers past his shoulders, turning his back to me.
I kissed his back, admiring how solid hit was despite the added weight. I considered asking if I could take off the cage, but figured I would just take the key and unlock it at the gym to avoid the shower room embarrassment. I tried to open the nightstand without making any noise but a glass fell and woke him up.
"What the fuck you doing?" he said, sitting up.
"Sorry Malcolm, was looking for the cage key because I want to take a shower at the club."
"At least your bitch ass decided to tell the truth. But hell no, you are not taking that off until I am with you," said Malcolm, getting perkier.
"Yes Sir," I said, picking up the glass.
"Fuck, now I'm awake. Get me some damn coffee," said Malcolm as he rolled out of bed. As he was in the bathroom, I poured him coffee, already knowing how he liked it prepared. I handed it to him on his way out of the bathroom and told him I was headed out.
"Where you going?" he asked as he sat on the bed and sipped his coffee.
"To the health club," I said, stopping at the door.
"Thought you said you wanted the cage off to take a shower?"
I sensed he was testing my ability to be truthful, but there was nothing for me to hide. "I am, just will shower later."
"Nasty ass," said Malcolm. "I will go with you and allow you to take off the cage. Don't want my bitch smelling up the place."
"Thank you, Sir," I said as I put my bag down and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Meanwhile, why don't you make yourself useful and do your thing," Malcolm said as he pulled off his sweats. After about 30 minutes of giving head, my mouth was tired and jaw ached. I could tell he was not close to orgasm, but was enjoying the stroking of my lips and tongue. "Let's go, I want to see you do that at the club," said Malcolm. I was just about to ask him for a rest so the timing was perfect.
Getting out of the cock cage was extremely gratifying. Although the restraints it provided served its purpose for Malcolm, it was getting irritating and I was getting a serious case of blue balls. We gathered out belongings in silence, giving me the chance to think about our first time together at the health club since we were a couple. On the way out the door, Malcolm grabbed my ass, saying "Going to get me some of this." I wondered where, when, and how.
The club was very busy that morning, with a few unfamiliar faces. Of particular interest to me was an middle aged, stocky Black man who was getting ready to shower. In the past, I would have joined him before working out to see if he was interested in men, but this was a new situation. Malcolm and I shared a locker as we got dressed for our workouts. I wondered if his racquetball buddy would be there, and how Malcolm would carry himself with him now that we were a couple. At the gym we both had our workouts with Malcom lifting free weights and me resistance machines. He finished his workout early and on the way to the locker room, tapped me on the shoulder as I was using a machine.
"Let's go," he muttered, I stopped and obediently followed him, looking at the back of his sweat-soaked shirt that displayed his bulky, pumped up upper body. We undressed by our shared locker with me being ready first. Malcolm was slow and deliberate in his preparation, allowing me time to admire his body after a session of lifting. I thought about how buffed he would look if he lost the additional weight that covered his muscles. He was naturally a big man, large boned, large extremities, and large penis, even when flaccid after lifting weights and being in a cool locker room. I was embarrassed by my dick, shrunken and less than 3 inches soft. I made sure I covered it with a towel until I had the chance to warm up with a shower and whirlpool, allowing my private to descend into a more realistic size.
I followed Malcolm to the shower, thinking back to his statement about how he wanted me to blow him at the health club. I found it odd that he chose the shower right next to me considering all the open ones in the large room. But I also felt like he was more comfortable being around me than when we first met. During our first encounters, he seemed reluctant to do anything in view of others, but perhaps he is now more willing. I also wondered of Cole was here to witness. I followed Malcolm into the steam room, where 2 other white guys that I recognized were sitting. I sat next to him, anticipating his next move, knowing he did not like me initiating anything. His next move surprised me, taking off my towel, putting it around his neck, then opening his. Not sure what he wanted, I sat and waited, but the guy sitting across from us wasted no time getting on his knees and blowing Malcolm. I then sucked on his nipples while the other guy sitting in the room started jacking off, taking only a few seconds to blow his load, then leave.
After a few minutes of uninterrupted attention to Malcolm, someone came in but we had time to make it look like nothing was happening. After focusing through the thick mist, I was able to make out the body of Cole. This was a moment I was both anticipating and dreading. I figured I would play it cool, see where Malcolm wanted to take this, and follow his lead. Malcolm, stood up, wrapped a towel around him, tapped me on the shoulder to follow him out. I wasn't sure he knew Cole was sitting by the door, but did see him on the way out. He nodded to me, and I did the same to at least be polite.
I joined Malcolm in the sauna, with many scenarios racing through my head. "I see your boy Cole is here," he said as he sat down."Yeah, I saw him, but I'm with you Malcolm."
"Damn right, you know he's going to follow you in here."
"Maybe," I said, sensing some anger in his voice.
"Bullshit maybe, you been giving him that ass and he's going to want some more," Malcolm said as the white guy who was blowing him earlier came in. The sauna was clear and smaller, forcing us to be in close proximity. The white guy immediately started sucking Malcolm again, giving him a full erection. I joined Malcolm on the top tier where he sat, returning to work on his nipples. "Fuck," he moaned as the guy worked up to a feverish pace. The sight of his hard cock sliding in and out of the older white man's mouth was beautiful.
"Watch the door," said Malcolm, as he pulled his dick out and stood up. I wasn't sure if he meant me of the other guy. "Go James," he said, sounding impatient. Disappointed that he was paying more attention to the older guy, I did as told anyway. Malcolm turned the guy around and bent him over, wasting no time sliding his cock in. The guy cried out in pain, pulling away.
"You are too damn thick for me," the guy said, rubbing his ass. Not one to take no for an answer, Malcolm continued to work on him.
"Get this dick wet, it'll go in," said Malcolm guiding him onto his knees. By now I was jealous and angry that I was the lookout guy for the man who I thought was into me more than any other. I questioned whether or not he was doing this to send me a message, was truly more into the older guy, or trying to see how I would react with Cole. But in my relatively short time in knowing Malcolm, he never was untruthful nor manipulative. He pretty much did what he said he was going to do. I didn't, however, remember us discussing his freedom to have sex with others as we did mine. As I was watching Malcolm get head, I indulged in self-pity and neglected to watch out for anyone. The door suddenly opened, and in came Malcolm's racquetball partner.
Unable to respond in enough time, Malcolm was seen getting his dick sucked. But his partner was calm and did not respond as I would have suspected. He simply sat down, folded his arms and looked up at the ceiling. The white guy started getting up, thinking he was caught, but Malcolm immediately pressed him back down. While I knew I fucked up, I continued looking out to make sure no one else came in. However, I was more interested in the dynamics between Malcolm and his buddy, which surprised me. Did he already know Malcolm's sexual interests? Did he not know, but not care? Was he turned on by the display in front of him?
When I saw the attendant coming, I let everyone know and we were able to put on a normal display. While I felt like I saved the day, I was concerned that I let Malcolm down in allowing his buddy to walk in on him. When the attendant left, the older white guy got on his knees and started sucking Malcolm so I went back to my watch, glancing at his friend to see his reaction.
"I can't come unless I'm fucking you," said Malcolm, pulling out.
"Sorry Malcolm, not ready to take that cock today. Some other time?" he asked, getting up? The fact that they knew each other was cause for further concern. I couldn't wait to get home and have a deeper conversation with him about past relationships and encounters, if he was willing to share. When the white guy walked out it was just the three of us. We sat in silence for a minute or so when Carl, Malcolm's friend spoke.
"Man, you are one bold motherfucker," he said, shaking his head.
"You know how it goes down around here, Carl. A brother's got to get his nut and there are plenty of takers."
"Hey, who am I to judge? Just be careful man, don't go home with something you didn't come with."
"Nah man, I'm good," said Malcolm, standing up, his cock still half hard. "Speaking of going home with something I didn't come with, meet my bitch Jamie," said Malcolm, rubbing my head. I've had better introductions in my life, but never had anyone like Malcolm neither.
Carl shook his head, looking at me. "You going to let his fat ass talk about you like that?"
I could only laugh. Malcolm struck me across the head in a playful slap. "What you laughing at? I see nothing funny." I immediately stopped laughing, showing Malcolm I was learning to follow his commands. "See there Carl, got this white boy trained. You need to get you one."
Carl again shook his head in disbelief. "I'll pass man, you do what you got to do."
"Wait for me out there," Malcolm said to me, motioning me out. I went into the steam room where Cole still sat. Making sure I was as far as possible, I sat in the back.
"Missed you man," said Cole. "I see you and the big dude are together."
"Yes, about a week, but he's cool."
"So that means I don't get anymore?" asked Cole, standing up, shaking his fat, long dick.
"Sorry Cole, not while we're together. He got real mad when I told him that I sucked you last time," I said, trying not to be distracted by his cock.
"You going to let him do you like that? That's lame, man."
Just then Malcolm opened the door, yelled my name to come out, which I quickly did. As I passed Cole, he grabbed my ass, saying "You're fucking up, man."
I followed Malcolm into the dry sauna where Carl had changed seating positions and was in the corner. I sat across from him, wondering what was going on, but suspecting that Malcolm had talked him into doing something. "We don't have all day James, go on and show Carl what you can do."
Having heard the earlier conversation, it didn't sound like Carl was interested, but apparently Malcolm had talked him into letting me suck him. I always though Carl was a very handsome man, standing about 6'2", weighing about 230 - 240 pounds, a very large cock that I often fantasized about in the shower. I sat next to him as he brushed aside his towel, showing me his flaccid, cut dick. Wanting to both suck his cock, and impress Malcolm, I started out by gently sucking the head, using a French kissing technique that always drove men wild. His cock grew quickly, allowing me to suck it all the way down to the base, deep throating it and massaging the head. He started moaning and fucking my mouth.
"Told you bro, that's some goddamn good head," I heard Malcolm say.
"Fuck, I'm coming," said Carl as his cock swelled and he squirted into my belly. I had no idea how much sperm he shot, but knew it was a lot by the length of his orgasm. When he pulled out, I was awed by the size of it, about 11 inches long and prefect thickness. I was also impressed by my ability to take it in without gagging.
"That was quick," I said, sitting up. "Thank you."
"Thank you, James," he said as he wrapped his towel around his waist and left the sauna, but not before rubbing my back. Carl was obviously a very nice man who showed appreciation for someone sucking his cock to completion. After he and Malcolm exchanged farewells, I sat and waited, hoping Malcolm was pleased.
"Good job," he said as he sat next to me. "Bitch, you enjoyed swallowing that cock, and now it's time you showed gratitude for me arranging that," said Malcolm as he grabbed the back of my neck, opened his towel, and led me down to his erect dick. He face-fucked me harder than normal but I withstood his aggressiveness until he shot his load down me which was more than welcome considering the soreness my mouth experienced. As he was breathing heavy, and I was sucking out the last drop, the sauna door opened. My back was to it so I had no idea who it was, and that I had no time to react. By Malcolm's calm demeanor, I assumed it was not the attendant or anyone to be concerned about.Malcolm lifted my head off his dick. Lightly slapped my cheek, saying "Good boy." When I sat up next to Malcolm, I saw Cole sitting across from us, not appearing to be paying attention to what he just saw. I felt bad that I was not able to continue the encounters with Cole. He was not only a hot man whose sexual prowess was to my liking, but he was a nice guy as well.
As Malcolm got up, he nodded his head towards the door for me to follow him, which I did. It was obvious that I was Malcolm's obedient piece of meat, and at that point I did worry about what kind of reputation would get at the health club. As I followed Malcolm's large, lumbering, body to the shower, I realized my commitment to him required mush sacrifice on my part. Having to leave Cole hanging was one of them. I suddenly wanted to be with him but also knew that my vow of honesty required me to tell Malcolm.
I joined Malcolm in the shower room and admired his bulky, strong body, and the way his soft, thick penis dangled between his meaty thighs. I debated telling him my desire to be with Cole, which would show him my commitment to honesty, or remain quiet about it and continue a pattern of holding in and not being real about my thoughts and feelings. I decided to be totally honest.
"Malcolm, I'd like to spend a moment with Cole in the sauna," I said.
Malcolm suddenly stopped soaping his body, and stared at me with a disapproving look. Although I expected him to oppose the idea, my bigger concern was how he would react to it.
"Bitch, have you lost your damn mind? Hell, no," he said as he returned to washing himself. "And don't ask again because the answer will be no again. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Being honest with you Malcolm. I have to start somewhere."
He continued lathering up, thinking about what I said. "Are you trying to piss me off?" he asked as he rinsed off.
"No Sir," I said, showing Malcolm the respect that I felt for him. I really wanted to maintain a connection with Cole which meant telling Malcolm my indiscretions. I wondered if it was worth the consequences. Having my cake and eating it too kept going through my head as I finished showering.
Just then two other guys walked into the shower, one was a stocky, middle aged Hispanic man with a large, dark uncut cock, and the other an older, skinny white guy with an equally impressive member. In the days before meeting Malcolm, I would have stuck around to cruise the Hispanic man, but instead I was waiting on the man who now controlled my every move. While watching him dry off, I could see why I was so willing to change my lifestyle to accommodate Malcolm, not only his manly presence, but his genuine confidence and swag that so few men had.
I followed him to the locker room where we dressed in silence. I sensed he was upset, so I left him alone. The awkward quietness continued all the way to the bus stop, where we went our separate ways. That evening, when I got home, Malcolm and his belongings were gone. While at first I blamed myself, I knew that I could never meet his high expectations.