Oh, the lies people tell.

When someone in the steam room or sauna touches your skin, caresses your back, and fondles your penis to erection, do not believe them when they say, "I am not good at giving head."

Chances are they're just playing lazy. Operative word - lazy.

One such morning not so long ago, I began mild folly with this Asian old guy from the gym. He woukd be about 5'6 with tired eyes embraced by crow's feet. He had an air of Malaysian about him, or Vietnamese. It wasn't until a few encounters down the line when he finally spoke. He had an accent and it wasn't pretty. He could even be a local from some province which gave him the thick accent as he spoke. Our play was limited to fondling and jerking off together. After all, he refuses to give me head.

This was fine by me, after all, I don't impose. I just put it in the assumption that he just doesn't want to or he doesn't give mead at all. You know, tripper mentality. So we left it at that. Minor folly.

Some days ago, I saw him enter the sauna as I stepped out of the shower to head there myself. He sat at the seat at the edge of the hidden part of the room. No one from outside would see him or make out who he is at most. I got in and sat by the door. We were on the same side. He inched closer to me with a slide and I was surprised when his arms hugged me from behind and his head leaned in allowing his nose to list over my after-workout scent. He worked his way to my erection and began to let his fingers frolic along the skin of my thighs. His lips planted whispers of lust by my shoulders. I move aside a bit, he oulled his arms back and I leaned my back against the rest. He kept me hard. I slouched and nodded towards my penis.

"I don't know how to give head." he whimpered.

"Just put it in your mouth." I said.

He paused but left his hands slide up and down. Up and down. Up and down. He bent forward. His face a lick away from my horniness.

"I'm not good." he pressed on.

I shoved my penis towards his mouth and an automatic open was his response. From there I knew he was lying. He was actually gave me one of the best blowjobs I've had from the lockers. He wasn't a good liar, but he was very good at head. My cum swung underneath his chin as it dribbled from his lower lip.

"What time's work?" he asked.

"Nine."

We both had about half an hour left to clean up and travel.

Good blowjob. Good morning.