A Sucker for a Pretty Cock

The sauna was sizzling as the heat washed over us, wave after wave. I was sitting on the bottom bench, in the corner diagonally from the door. My red beach towel was wrapped around my waist, but i wanted to take it off. It was hot and sweaty, and the towel seemed to cook me like a burrito.

Mas was in the sauna with me. Sitting against the wall closest to the door in his grey briefs. His tan body matching his dark hair. His body had some definition to it, but still needed a lot of work. He stared down at the floor his legs wide.

The door creaked open as Chocolate entered the room, tall and lean in his gray wife beater and blue boxer shorts. His skin the color of a Reese's Cup. He was wearing his Nike tennis shoes, white with blue stripes across them, and ankle high socks. he sat down on the first bench between me and Mas.

Mas got up, rubbing his body all over trying to get the sweat off and walked out the door, leaving Chocolate and myself alone. Chocolate took off his boxer shorts and slid over to the corner across from the door. He put both legs on the bench, wide so you could see the semi erect cock leaning to the side. It was in perfect view as the light from the window of the sauna door, fell directly on it.

The light was the only light in the room, having decided not to turn on the inside sauna lamp. Outside the sauna, the window on the door was tinted, allowing no view unless you pressed yourself against the pane. Chocolate looked at me, and the debate started. Should I get closer and just stroke him? Or go ahead and blow him? God, I'm such a SUCKER for a Pretty Cock.

I quickly slid myself down the bench, closing the gap between the two of us. Leaning over and opening my mouth, I quickly engorged myself on it. It swellled at the touch of my tongue and I enjoyed it. There is a certain aura of power I have when I am servicing a man. That power washed over me as Chocolate began caressing my neck and back. The whole time I kept a watch on the door.

Chocolate kept massaging me and his cock kept growing in my mouth. Curving upward wickedly, I swalled him whole burying my face into his crotch, relishing the moaning coming from him. BIG MISTAKE. While both of our attentions were diverted, Menos, Mas's friend had opened the door to the sauna and saw me with my face buried in Chocolate's crotch.

We quickly composed ourselves as best we could, but the damage had been done. Menos sat on the second bench, right above where I was previously sitting, both legs up on the bench with him, so that you could see a slim bulge in his white brief underwear.

Nervous, I completely ignored Chocolate to my side and kept my stare down. Mas soon returned to the sauna with his friend. I looked up out the door, trying to find some place to keep my eyes away from the men. In front of me stood a 6ft Air Force guy naked. He was watching the tv that was positioned to the side of the sauna door, and oblivious, to the hidden men inside the sauna. He was there, white, average and exposed and had no qualms about it, constantly turning around and bending over to give us a nice view of his plump rear.

Chocolate grabbed his shorts and exited the sauna. Soon he was followed by Mas and Menos. I stayed back waiting for all to finish their showers and leave before I braved the lockerroom. Quickly showering and getting dressed, I retrieved my keys from the front desk, noticing Chocolate on the treadmill. I stared for a split moment at his physique, displayed by the tight navy blue tank top and tight black gym shorts. Turning, I walked out the door, got in my car and drove home. Perhaps another night.................

Why I stopped going out................

While I was at Baxters for my birthday, I saw a gentleman at the bar and thought he was someone who I chat with from online (I thought I recognized him from his pic). He was a very tall gentleman with spikey dark hair. I went up to him and started talking to him, and quickly realized he was not who I thought he was. I was embarrassed, cause I don't know, I just felt like a fool. My friends were laughing too, after I explained that I had just gone up to a completely random stranger and said, "Are you online?"

Well later on in the evening, I saw the gentleman that I talked to online, speaking with the gentleman I mistook him for. I went up and said HI and introduced myself. He was very nice and all, but the gentleman I had spoke to earlier, acted very rude to me which I didn't understand.

Two days later when I'm in the chatroom, I get this conversation:

Dude: I know who you are
Me: uh oh
Me: is that a bad thing???
Dude: you were the short guy who was making fun of my date's hair!
Me: what, huh?
Dude: my date said you and your friends were laughing at his hair
Me: what, I know who your date was, the tall guy with the spikey hair. We weren't
laughing at his hair, my friends were laughing at me cause I went up to him thinking
he was someone else.
Me: Well, pls tell your friend I'm sorry if he took it the wrong way, we were not laughing at him.
Me: Though that explains why he was rude towards me later on that evening.
Dude: Well, if he would have said something, I would have done something about it!
Me: ok....................................
Dude: Don't get freaked out and all, but i'm very protective of him and he's been through a lot
Me: ok, well that's good. I would want my bf to be protective of me as well. Sorry that he's
been through a lot.
Dude: well I think he's the one
Me: that's good, well I wish you both the best. Hopefully things will be better for him with you
Dude: oh it is, I'm rich and hot.
Me: ok...........well at least you are confident
Dude: has nothing to do with being confident
Dude: I am what I am
Me: Ok, well I don't know you so I will take your word for it and again wish you both the best

See, stupid shit like this is why I do not date younger guys, and why I stopped going out!

Seen on the wall inside the D.A.R.T building........

Retail Hell

Last week I went to work with my friend Catarina. She works for "Mommy and Me" a retail store. Unfortunately, most of her staff has quit on her and she needed some help, so I offered to go to work with her. NEVER AGAIN! I thought a store specializing in clothing for pregnant women would be kinda laid back and relaxed. WRONG! From the moment we got there at 10am until we left at 6pm, the place was crazy.


I have never worked retail in my life, but I'm a quick study. I knew how the clothes were suppose to be folded (thanks to the president of Pi Kappa Phi who came to my dorm room one night when I was folding laundry and proceeded to tell me I was doing it wrong). As for everything else I was clueless. Catarina helped me throughout the day, telling me where to put things and how certain things had to be.


When we first got there, Catarina wanted to create a new display for certain products, so we started on that and tried to keep up throughout the day. Most of the time she was on register and I was trying to put the clothes away and straighten. Harder then it seems when people grab things as soon as you put them away constantly. The women were crazy, grabbing about 40 items, taking them into the dressing room, and deciding on only 3 they wanted to purchase.

I felt like I was watching something on the Nature Channel or Wild Kingdom.

At the end of the day, Catarina asked if I would like to come work with her as a Co-manager. The pay would be more then I am currently making but the drive would be double, and I just was not comfortable in retail. I told her that I was sorry, but there wasn't a chance in hell I would ever go back.


[Sidebar: That day on the way into work, we crossed the Severn Bridge and noticed a barge in the middle of the river. There was no boat around it and seemed to be just floating there in the middle. We both joked that it was harboring terrorists and they were going to blow up the bridge or some junk. Two days later, a barge, unattended, hit/floated into the Severn Bridge's supports. Me and Catarina were shocked]

My Birthday Week

Last week was my 26th birthday. There was no cake and no party. However, two friends of mine, Marty and Rich took me to Wilmington Saturday night. They booked a room at the Sheraton and we went to Baxters for the evening.

Jake and I arrived at the hotel about 8:30pm and met Steve in the bar. I pulled out my book and started reading when they told me to put it away. I put it back in my duffel and ordered a drink. I decided to try a Red Bull and Vodka, since everyone told me that they were really good. For some reason, I thought Red Bull..................would be red. I was mistaken.

Now for those who know me, I very rarely drink. On my 21st birthday, I was the designated driver. So the two drinks at the hotel had me nice and buzzed. It was about 9:30pm when we decided to head over to Baxters. There I had two more drinks, vodka and seven up, and two shots: one of Tuaca the other, I think it was called a Blow against the wall or something. Anyway I was very social, and went around trying to pick up guys. No, not "pick up" guys like trying to take them home, I mean pick them up off the floor and hold them in the air. I ended up cracking one guys back.

Anyway, I had a really good time. Will add pictures this weekend when I have more time.

When I'm Bored

I had to go to Walmart, a store I really loathe (unfortunately a neccessary evil). So I decided to have a little fun. Now everytime I go to Walmart, I see their Greeter. Usually I see the Greeter either sitting down, checking someone's bags, or talking on a walkie talkie. They no longer even say "Hi, Welcome to Walmart."

Today, I decided to have a little fun.

I walked into Walmart on a missiong to pay my parent's bills. As I walked by the Greeter, and older gentleman with gray hair and that blue little vest with the Walmart nametag, I said, "Hi, Welcome to Walmart!" Kinda stupefied, he just stood there as I walked past trying to figure out what had just happened.

Needing the exercise, I decided to exit the opposite door and perform the same ritual on the other Greeter. She had blond hair with dark brown roots and fair amount of makeup. I walked up to her and said, "Thank you for shopping Walmart, have a nice day" and walked out the door. She was lost in confusion looking forward and backward as if trying to figure out what had just happened.

I yet again, made the best of a bad situation.

*PS currently I am working on trying to jazz up my blog, so pls bare with me as the posts might dwindle.