Sauna

I spend a lot of time in hotels now, always taking the opportunity to stay away with work. I’m still married, but since my wife came out, she’s now got a regular girlfriend, so she lets me do my thing.

Hotels often provide opportunities, and I’ve met a few lonely or businesswomen during my stays and had some fun. But today was something very different.

After a full workday in Liverpool, I took the short trip to the hotel, a few miles out of town. I’d stayed there before, and it had a great gym, so I was looking forward to exercising.

Once I arrived, I changed and headed to the gym, only to find it completely empty. I did 20 minutes on the bike and then moved to the elliptical. A few minutes in, the door opened, and a tall, bald man walked in. He was about my height—6’3”—and had a similar body shape. I’d guess he was in his mid-50s.

As he got on the bike behind me, our eyes locked in the mirror while I powered through my elliptical session. Over the next 20 minutes, we exchanged a few awkward smiles as our glances met.

At the end of my session, I left the gym and headed for the swimming pool. After changing into my shorts, I dived in. Again, I was the only person there.

A few laps later, the same man appeared, now in swim shorts. I could see he had a muscular build with light, gray curls of hair. We swam in alternate lanes, with no interaction beyond that.

After a while, I decided I’d had enough and got out of the pool. Walking toward the jacuzzi, I noticed him resting at the other end. For some reason, the thought of being watched made my cock twitch. I’ve had one or two male experiences in the past, but nothing recent, and I wasn’t sure why I was reacting like this now.

I got into the jacuzzi, half-expecting him to join me. After 20 minutes, though, he hadn’t, and I couldn’t see him from where I was. Feeling a bit disappointed, I decided to head to the steam room.

When I opened the door to the steam room, there he was, sitting on the right side, his body glistening with sweat.

I sat on the opposite side, trying to act casual, though I was aware my cock had grown hard and was straining against my shorts. I avoided eye contact, and we both sat there in silence. After a few minutes, I glanced at my watch. I can only last about 10 minutes in a steam room, and it had only been three.

“Got somewhere to be?” he asked, jokingly.

“No, I just don’t like staying in the steam room too long,” I replied.

“Here on your own?” he asked.

“Yeah, business stay,” I answered.

“You?” I added.

“No, my wife’s upstairs resting. She’s not one for the gym,” he said.

My heart sank. I thought I had misread the signals. He was married.

We sat in silence for a bit longer before he stood up. I could have sworn his cock was hard, but it was probably just the way his shorts folded.

“I’m going in the sauna now. It’s a bit darker there,” he explained.

A little unsure, I nodded and said I’d join him in a few minutes.

My eyes followed his tight ass as he left the room.

My cock was rock solid, and I didn’t want to get up just yet in case it was too obvious. I waited for it to subside before heading to the sauna.

When I entered, it was quite dark, with two levels of wooden benches. He was lying on the bottom bench at the back. I climbed onto the top bench along the right side, not saying a word.

I lay there for a few minutes, breathing deeply to get used to the heat, but I was very aware of his presence. I opened my eyes and glanced at him.

He was lying there, his body looking lean in the dim light. His right hand was behind his head, and his left hand rested on his thigh—maybe even on his cock. As I watched, he turned to look at me. Our eyes locked, and his hand moved, this time definitely over his cock, squeezing it slightly.

I looked away, a little embarrassed. Maybe I hadn’t misread the signs after all.

He shuffled on his bench, propping his back against the wall and practically staring at me. His right hand now gripped his cock through his shorts, smiling as he did.

He slipped his hand inside his shorts, shuffling slightly before pulling out a solid, shaved cock and balls. He slid his shorts down below his knees, grabbing a small white towel, presumably in case someone walked in—not that anyone else seemed to be around.

He stared at me as he slowly started to stroke his cock, the red, bulging head peeking out of his fist. I gripped my own cock through my shorts, but I hesitated to take it out.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he stroked himself. He then stood up, his cock jutting out in front of him, and moved over to sit next to me on the bench. It looked even larger up close.

“Let me help you with that,” he said.

He reached over, loosening the string of my shorts and sliding his hand underneath. I lifted my ass off the bench, letting him pull my cock out. It wasn’t as big as his, but I’d never had any complaints.

Sitting back down, he started stroking my cock, mimicking the slow, strong grip he had used on himself. I sighed as he stroked me.

I reached over to his cock, copying his movements. It was so hard, I could barely believe it.

He leaned back to give me more access as he continued stroking me. It hadn’t been long, but I could already feel myself getting close.

“I’m going to cum,” I rasped.

“So?” he said, laughing.

He increased his pace, and my body tensed. My breathing became labored in the heat of the sauna.

Then, it hit. My cock erupted, shooting streams of cum over my chest, his fingers, and the bench. He didn’t stop until I had nothing left to give.

As I recovered, he wiped my cum onto his own cock, which glistened even more now. I grabbed it, sliding my hand up and down its length, now lubricated with my cum.

I noticed his body start to tense.

“Suck my cock,” he said in a commanding voice.

“No, I don’t want to,” I replied, still stroking him.

“Come on, you know you want to,” he said, more forcefully.

I hesitated, then leaned down, stopping an inch from his cock. I lowered my head a bit more, my lips and tongue touching the tip. I tasted it—tasted my cum on it. I licked around the head before slowly taking it into my mouth, stretching my lips as I sucked hard on the way back up.

He groaned in response.

Now I was in too deep. I went down again and back up, picking up the pace. His hand found the back of my neck, gently guiding me.

It felt incredible—his taste, his hardness. I didn’t want to stop.

He tapped my head and said something, but I didn’t catch it. Moments later, I understood. His body tensed, and my mouth filled with his hot, salty cum. I swallowed it all, savoring every drop.

As his cock softened, I stopped and raised my head.

“You’ve done that before, haven’t you?” he said, laughing.

I shrugged. I had.

He used the towel to clean himself while I pulled my shorts back up. He stood and did the same, pulling his shorts over his now-flaccid, yet still impressive, cock.

As he stood in front of me, he looked me up and down.

“I’m off to fuck my wife. If I see you in the morning, this didn’t happen,” he said, tossing the towel into the dirty pile before leaving the sauna.

I never saw him again.