I stood in the shower stall, tussling my soaking blond curls with a towel. Getting them dry was always a pain. It felt a little weird being at the gym so late; there wasn’t the same reverberating sound of splashing water and friendly conversation echoing against the glossy tile walls. I normally went to the gym for an hour after work, but a medical appointment had derailed my schedule.

It had been a long day, and I felt something I couldn’t quite label. I’d never been the type of guy who refused to acknowledge his emotions, so it genuinely felt odd to not have the word to describe what was going on inside of me. I did know, however, that I really wanted to go to a bar for an old fashioned after I got dressed. I knew I wouldn’t go, though; I’d made a promise.

I still needed something to help me let go of everything. I’d just finished drying off my mop enough so it wasn’t dripping when an option other than alcohol popped into my mind: the sauna.

I rarely used the gym’s sauna since it didn’t fit into my routine, but that didn’t matter at 9 p.m. The only thing that could throw a wrench in my plan would be if it was closed after a certain hour. I knew the pool closed at ten, so I wondered if it was the same for the sauna.

I wrapped the slightly damp towel around my slender midsection. I felt a sense of pride in the fact that I’d just turned thirty and the size of my waistband was the same number as my age. Whereas other guys exiting their twenties were sprouting beer bellies and starting to complain about knee pain, I was in almost as good of shape as I had been in college.

I yanked back the curtain and stepped out of the cubicle. My shower sandals smacked against the floor as I started my journey. I was still in awe of the eerie silence. I’d seen a few other guys in the weightlifting area while I’d been on the treadmill, but I hadn’t heard them entering the locker room while I’d been showering. Good. Hopefully that means I get the sauna to myself.

I was pleased to find out that I’d been right; the sign posted on the sauna door said it closed at 10 p.m. That meant I’d have an entire hour to decompress and let myself become one with the heat. I knew it wouldn’t leave me with the same buzz as a stiff drink, but it’d be good enough.

A wave of steam heat collided with my lean frame when I opened the door. It took a moment for my vision to readjust; when it did, I realized that nobody else was inside. I walked to the wall facing the door and planted myself in the center of the wooden bench.

I felt my body temperature rapidly raising. My hair felt heavy with dew again, like I’d never even dried it out. I leaned my head back against the wall behind me and let out a deep breath.

I’d barely had time to situate myself when I heard the door swinging open. My right hand instinctively went to my waist to check that my towel was still securely wrapped around it. I felt myself blush a bit, realizing that some youthful insecurities can still rear their ugly heads years later.

The steam parted as a large figure cut through it. He was so broad that he practically blocked all the light from flooding through the door behind him. Before I could make out his features, I leaned my head back against the wall again and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure why, but I wanted to look like he hadn’t disturbed me.

I heard him settling into the bench on the wall to my left. It sounded like he was barefoot; I couldn’t hear the telltale sound of plastic shower shoes. I listened tentatively for other noises; it didn’t seem like he had any company.

After a minute or so of feigning relaxation, I pulled my head away from the wall. I slowly opened my eyes to see who had joined me. Maybe it’s someone I know, like one of the guys from spin class?

I glanced over to see a six-foot-five jock. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him. He seemed to be college age, and he could have easily passed for a star quarterback. Who is he? How do I know him?

I stared at his face; he was looking at his phone, in spite of the water particles floating in the air between his nose and the screen. He had black, slicked-back hair and deep blue eyes. He was clean-shaven with a sharp jawline. His skin was a deep tan; it was clear he spent a lot of time in the sun.

My eyes wandered lower. His biceps were massive; they looked like two mountains situated on his arms. I knew I’d seen him with the other gym rats before, but I was certain I’d remembered him from somewhere else, too.

His massive pecs were covered in a dense swatch of black hair; his pink nipples peeked out from under their furry blanket. I was a little surprised, since most of the weightlifter types shaved their chests to a glossy smoothness.

The young man’s body hair thinned out drastically at his belly. His six-pack abs were so defined they looked like someone could wash clothes on them. I felt a tinge of jealousy, but pushed it away. I’d never wanted to be a bodybuilder – I was more focused on staying lean and trim – but I’d never been able to get significant ab definition no matter how much time I spent working out.

My eyes continued their wandering journey. I began to gaze at his epic thighs. Is that…? Is that his…?

I immediately tried to redirect my attention to the doorway. It was less than a second before my gaze was fixed back on the young buck’s massive cock. It was draped across his right thigh. It just lay there like a relaxed snake splayed out on a log.

It was the biggest dick I’d ever seen in real life. I’d spent my time around plenty of amply endowed guys in college. Some had claimed to be seven or eight inches hard, but the cock that had just captured my attention seemed to be that size completely soft. Just as impressively, it looked like it was as thick as my wrist.

He was still distracted by his phone; he didn’t even seem to be aware I’d pulled my head away from the wall and begun to ogle him. I wonder how women react when they see that thing? Do they freak out and say it’s too big? I guess that’d be something, though. It’s got to be nice for the ego to hear ‘I can’t take it. It’s too huge.’

Suddenly, I pictured the young jock’s hard cock trying to force its way into a tight pussy. I could see the lips struggling to spread open as the massive meat stick inched its way inside. What the fuck…? I pushed the image away, like it had been a bumblebee dive-bombing my head.

“I know you…” I suddenly heard. My eyes darted away from his crotch. My cheeks immediately flooded with blood when I realized there was no way he hadn’t seen me checking him out.

“What? Huh?”

“I know you,” he repeated, putting his phone down on the bench next to him. “You were just in Smith’s Drug last week. I work at the pharmacy counter.”

Shit, that’s where I know him from. An image of him wearing a white button up with a plastic nametag emerged from deep in my memory. I recalled that he had always seemed nice enough, but we’d never had a real conversation.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “I thought I’d recognized you from somewhere. I couldn’t tell if I’d just seen you around the gym or if it’d been somewhere else.”

“Well… both, now,” he said, with a slight chuckle. “What’s your name again? I’ve only been training at Smith’s for a few months, so I don’t know everybody’s names like the old-timers who’ve been there for twenty years.”

“Drew,” I said, trying to regain my composure. “You’re… you’re an intern? Are you in that pharmacist training program at the college?”

“Nah, not yet. I’m only just starting my junior year. I’m planning on applying, though. That’s why I decided to work at Smith’s even though I could make more cash as a personal trainer.”

The college kid wiped away some beads of sweat that were starting to accumulate on his abs. The waving movement was like a beacon, but I knew that that was really just my excuse to steal another glance at the guy’s massive hog.

“Nico,” he said, pulling my eyes back to his. “That’s my name: Nico.”

I just nodded. I realized that my head was starting to feel light. I should have brought a bottle of water in here with me.

“So, you’re married?” Nico asked.

“What?” I asked, feeling confused.

“I was just guessing. I remember you buying some stuff that most dudes don’t really buy unless it’s for their wives. Like, I’m nineteen, and even I don’t buy tampons for my sisters if I can help it. I’ve done it for girlfriends before, but normally I second-guess myself. You just came up to the register with them and seemed to have your shit together.”

I almost laughed, but didn’t. It’d never occurred to me that buying tampons would be an indicator to someone that I was married. I looked at the gold ring on my left hand; it seemed like a far better sign than the one Nico had picked up on.

“Five years,” I said. “We met in college, but waited to make it official until we’d both graduated.”

Nico was smiling. I wondered if he was happy that he’d guessed accurately. Maybe it’s a random game he plays at work to keep from getting bored?

“Congrats, man. I can’t seem to keep a chick for longer than a few months.”

“Yeah, I was that way at nineteen, too. Enjoy it while it lasts. You don’t want to be thirty, like me, and not have a wife locked down. All my single friends tell me that the pickings are nonexistent.”

“Thirty? Shit, I thought you were in college, too — well, grad school. You look good for being a geezer. You must have a hot wife if you’re here at the gym keeping it tight for her.”

The blood rushed to my face again. I hoped Nico couldn’t see me blushing through the slight haze. I felt embarrassed, although I didn’t know why.

“Holy shit, it’s hot,” he said.

He placed both of his large hands on his pecs and began to wick the sweat away from the fur. Surely it would have been easier to use a towel, but he was sitting on the one he’d brought with him.

As his mitts eventually made their way past his belly button, I noticed that he had a small, trimmed patch of black pubes above the root of his dick. The monster was still idly lounging on his thigh. I noticed that it had several thick veins running from the base to where the shaft transitioned to a bulbous mushroom head. I couldn’t see his nuts because of the way he was angled across from me, but I wondered if they were proportional to his cock.

“It’s big, huh?” Nico said.

I looked away from his dick; I didn’t even realize I’d been staring at it. I thought I’d just been watching his hands cascading across his body.

“What? I… I, uh…”

“No need to spaz out, man. I don’t care if you look. I actually get tons of straight guys checking me out at the gym. It’s kind of flattering, really.”

I heard my heart pounding in my ears. I felt like a kid who’d been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. “I wasn’t.” “My eyes just wandered.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My mind was a jumble of potential replies; all of them were focused on denying Nico’s allegation. When I opened my mouth, I expected to hear one of them fall from my lips.

“I’m sorry,” I eked out. “I swear I’ve never done this before.”

“That’s even more flattering,” Nico said, with a smile spreading across his face. “I’ll have to put that one on my CV: ‘special skill – dick too good to resist.'”

I tried to feign a grin while purposely looking at the wall behind Nico’s right shoulder. He seemed completely unserious. I wondered if he really had been told he had a huge cock so many times that it amused him. What would it be like to have random dudes at the gym leering at your cock with envy?

“It’s ten inches hard, by the way,” Nico announced. “It figured I’d get it out of the way, since it always comes up.”

“Oh…”

It was all I could muster out. Of course I’d been wondering, but it felt mortifying to be so predictable. I’d never once before thought about how big a guy would be hard, yet Nico had seen right through me.

“You don’t have to avoid looking at me, Drew. I just told you I don’t care if you stare at my dick. Having you here trying to not look at it is like someone going to the movies and looking at anything but the screen.”

It kind of made sense. I wouldn’t go to the zoo and avoid eye contact with the elephants, right? There’s a huge trunk right in front of me. Shouldn’t I just look at it with the same curiosity I would anything else that unusual… and massive? In hindsight, I realize what a bullshit justification that was, but in the moment, I just needed any excuse.

My eyes went back to Nico’s cock. I was trying to step up to his challenge; it felt like continuing to look away would be more of an indictment than just looking. I kept glancing back at his face to make sure I wasn’t being tricked. Nico’s calm smile reassured me that he truly didn’t care.

“What’s it like?” I asked without thinking.

“‘What’s it like?'” Nico echoed back, hoping for clarification.

“Being that big. Do girls like it? Does it hurt them?”

“Depends on the girl,” he said with a sly grin.

I felt my heart flutter. I can’t believe I just asked him that! Not only am I leering at his cock like a dog drooling over a bone, but I’m asking him to tell me about it, too. I’d never been that good at locker room talk when I’d been in college, so it felt even weirder that I’d blurted out what I did.

“Girls tend to fall into two camps: the ones who see it and freak out, and the ones who try to take it and freak out. I’m probably the only guy I know who has girls asking to give head instead of getting fucked.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well… would you rather suck it – where you can control how you lick it and how much you take in your mouth – or would you rather lay back and struggle to will your pussy to take it all?”

I was leering right at his fat rod while he talked about it. I could just imagine a girl’s tongue flicking at its tip.

“I’d suck it,” I said, in a daze. “I… I meant she’d suck it. The girl you were talking about. I mean, I get it. It makes sense.”

Nico leaned back so that his body was reclined with his shoulders against the wall. It almost felt like he was getting more comfortable after my Freudian slip. I inhaled deeply, pulling breath down into my belly.

“Some girls are good, though,” he began wistfully. “I have this ex, Tracy. We met at the end of freshman year in the dorms. She was the only one I’ve been with so far who really knew what she was doing.”

“Yeah…”

“She may have been crazy, but I miss that bitch sometimes. She was a California ten, Drew. She had the smallest waist and these huge fucking tits. They weren’t fake, either. The fake ones never feel as good.

She had bomb pussy, too. She’d do this thing where she’d tighten up really hard as she rode me cowgirl style. She knew just how to time it so her cunt was giving my dick a death grip right before I’d cum. She’d bounce up and down long enough to milk the rest of the jizz from my pipe.”

Nico was living in the fantasy as he spoke; it seemed like he was staring into space. I wondered if he was picturing Tracy standing there in front of him. As he finished his last sentence, I noticed that his dick was changing. I could see it filling with blood in real time; somehow, it was getting even thicker. It started to slowly pull away from his thigh.

“She was also the only girl who could take me balls deep. I remember hearing that most chicks are only like four or five inches deep, but Tracy must have been the female version of me. I could fit eight inches in her from the get-go. Then, she’d get wetter and wetter as we fucked. I’d feel her stretching out.”

I felt myself getting more turned on listening to Nico talk about his mammoth cock impaling his ex. I hadn’t felt quite so horny since I was probably about his age. I stared in awe as Nico’s dick transitioned from laying lifelessly on his thigh to sticking up like a steel rod between his legs.

“Her pussy just worked itself to fit me like a glove. Each time I’d bang against the back wall inside of her, it’d stretch out a little more. She’d always get there with a little time. Fuck, there’s nothing like being all the way in. Right, Drew?”

Nico looked over at me. He seemed to be ignoring the elephant (trunk) in the room: the fact that he was sitting across from me with a raging hard on.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, feeling somehow more embarrassed than Nico in spite of being flaccid and covered.

“What?” he asked. “I can’t hear you over all this heat.”

‘I can’t hear you over all this heat?’ That doesn’t even make sense.

Before I knew it, Nico was pulling himself to his feet. More droplets of sweat fell from his body down onto the tile floor. He looked like he was the inspiration for Michelangelo’s David – with one major exception – as he twisted his body to reach for his towel. And, just like David, his ass was a work of art.

Nico didn’t ask for permission. His gargantuan cock bounced up and down as he moved towards me. It practically defied physics; I didn’t understand how it wasn’t at least angling downwards from the weight. I finally got to see his nuts as he strutted towards me. They were just as large as I’d suspected – perfectly sized for his dick. They were smooth; he clearly shaved them.

Nico tossed his towel down on the wooden bench right next to me. He didn’t even leave a buffer zone. The hair on the back on my neck would have stood on end if it hadn’t been damped down with sweat. He plopped himself down so his thigh was almost touching mine.

I looked yet again at his colossal erection. Something about seeing it so close, without having to look through the stream, made it clear just how big ten inches really was. The thing was so long that it looked like the tip would possibly touch the bottom of his pecs if he angled it just a bit.

“Damn,” Nico said with a faint chuckle, “talking about Tracy got me keyed up.”

I didn’t say anything. I just gawked at it. I’d never cared about a dick so much in my life. Hell, I couldn’t even recall looking at my own dick with half as much intensity, which was saying a lot. It’s just like seeing the elephants, I tried to reassure myself. Any other guy would do the same. Nico even said as much.

I managed to break free; I looked into Nico’s deep blue eyes. He almost seemed proud – like he was showing off his most prized possession. I’d probably look the same way if I was packing a porn star dick.

“I blame you for this,” Nico said teasingly.

“Wh… what?”

“You got me thinking about the best pussy of my life, and now I’m rock hard.”

“Sorry,” I murmured.

“No, really. I’m so fucking hard I could hit a homerun with this thing – my Louisville slugger.”

Nico nodded down at his cock again. It wasn’t quite as wide as a baseball bat, but it was close enough that I’d never fault him for the comparison.

“Here,” he said. “Feel.”

What?

Before I could process what he’d said, Nico reached out and grabbed my left hand from where it had been perching on my lap. Within seconds, his large mitt was clamping my smaller palm around his thick shaft.

It felt like time had stopped. My lungs emptied themselves out; ringing filled my ears. His thick meat was so big that my hand could only fit half way around it. It felt hot and slick with sweat. It felt – it felt alive.

Nico released his hand from where it had been covering mine. I fully took stock of how absurd my hand looked trying to wrap around his shaft. At five-seven, I wasn’t a huge guy, but my hands were what one would expect for my height. Still, it was an insane juxtaposition.

I finally let myself breathe again. I felt the large veins beneath the surface of Nico’s skin pressing against my palm. I instinctively squeezed. He really is as hard as a rock… well, a boulder.