His hard dick was even bigger than I thought it would be. Here he was, this black well-built stud, standing naked in front of me with a hardon just inches from my face.
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His cock sprang free and I pulled the shorts down and off over his feet. I got down on my knees again and pulled the waistband of his shorts down. The room was so small there almost wasn't space enough for both of us while standing up. I opened the room with the key strapped around my wrist, turn on the light very dimly, and we went in and closed the door. We wound around out of the maze and then down the hallway to the room. I told him I had a room and we could go there for privacy. I got back to my feet, my hardon sticking through the towel around my waist.
It was immense and I leaned forward to lick his half-hard rod. He stood motionless as I pulled the cock head out. With both hands I massaged his basket, working his dick over to one leg hole. Having succeeded in getting this far I slowly got down on my knees, my towel still draped around my waist. It seemed like if it got any bigger it would rip those shorts into tatters. I rubbed his basket with my hand and felt his dick getting hard. He stood motionless with his arms at his sides. I reached out slowly and felt the bulge in the front of his shorts. He had the same serious look on his face he had worn all night. After an eternity of seconds had passed I looked straight into his eyes. I stood there in front of him, almost frightened by his presence. I don't know why I didn't see him coming, maybe it was the dim light or maybe the arrangement of the mirrors. Deep inside the maze I made a turn and suddenly the black guy was squarely before me. Not many people had arrived at the baths yet and I often was alone in the twisting hallways. I spent most of my time wandering through the maze although I bumped into mirrors many times trying to grope my way in the extremely dim light. I kept thinking about the huge cock trapped inside those red gym shorts. He would always glance back with a serious look on his face but then vanish into the depths of the convoluted downstairs floorplan.
Once in a while I would get a glimpse of the black guy at a distance down a corridor here and there. I continued cruising the bathhouse for another half-hour or so. I walked past him and he turned and glanced back as I disappeared into the maze. I thought I was going to cum right there and then. He was wearing only a pair of red gym shorts with an enormous bulge in front as they strained to keep his basket constrained. He was in his late-20's, about 5'10" and had obviously been working out for some time.
As I turned down an aisle that led to the maze I passed a well-built black guy. Nothing much else in the room.Īfter undressing I wrapped a towel around myself and went out "cruising" the downstairs to see what kind of action was taking place.
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