Papa doesn't preach.

His pace was very relaxed. Very calm despite the Sunday family traffic in the mall. He held his eight-year old boy who glanced at the circus of lights and sounds from the games at the arcade. Three paces behind him, his wife carried their three-year old daughter along with two small boutique bags. He turns his head to my direction and raises his brows short of a smile for acknowledgement. I smile back. Her eyes looked straight ahead blankly with no clue on how great her husband gives head in the sauna.

I first met him in a gym near where I work back in 2004. Back then we were both newbies, first timers in that specific gym. He was thin, with a frail face and a receding hairline. He was no where near what kind of guy I would consider attractive. But then, I never saw him wear any ring (yes, I pay attention to these things). At the same time, his meek demeanor never struck me as gay. Flirty was on Venus and he was in Neptune. Initial character judgement, extremely boring. I paid him not much attention in the next few months after that until one such time I sort of fell into a quick nap in the steam room. I was alone and the next thing I knew, his head was bobbing on my stiffness. I like waking up to blowjobs. One of the things I miss dearly. At that point, I didn't mind the limitation he had with his physical attractiveness. I considered it as an act of charity.

He knew what he was doing. He knew very well. And as much as I wanted it to last longer, I was gonna be late for work. Besides, the guards also patrol the wet floor area every so often. "Here I go..." I whispered. Out I slid from his mouth, leaving streaks of white on his nose, cheeks and a thin trail by his sealed lips. He wiped his face with his hand. Tapped my my right leg and stepped out. Of all the things I normally feel after a good head, being used was last on my list. It was a surprise. A pleasant surprise, but a surprise no less. For me. To have been used just like that.

In the subsequent months that followed, I would see him bounce over a few stiffies in the sauna. Fun times. Eventually it became clear. He really loves just giving head. As a matter of fact, I have never seen him out of his undies when we'd be in the steam room or sauna at the same time. I moved gyms a couple of times and have lost him in my small world of sexual socials.

Some three weeks ago, I found myself alone in the steam room of my other gym in this other mall. It was lunchtime on a Sunday. Hardly anyone works out then. The door opens and this plump figure of balding guy materialized amidst the thick steam that was slowly escaping out the opening. He walked calmly towards the semblance of my figure. He stood in front of me, bent down, and squinted as he gave me a good look. Coyly. I leaned in. Gave him a familiar smile. He reached out and held my penis at attention. And off we went.

He still has it.

Seeing him today, in the mall; seeing him with a ring, with his wife and children, something about it just made me want to run to the nearest washroom, lock in a cubicle, and touch myself. For the record, he isn't the first married man whom I've had sexual interactions with. They come in droves actually. Secret droves. Secret careful droves of horny restrained testosterone. Sorry. Going back... I wonder if he teaches his kids how to eat a lollipop.

The next time I see him, I'm gonna call him daddy.