My job often requires me to travel across the country. When I am able, I like to stay at a hotel with a spa and enjoy a relaxing day as a way of de-stressing. Recently, I had to travel to Las Vegas, and on this particular trip, I built in an extra day without meetings and scheduled a sports massage for late morning. In addition to reducing stress, the sports massage helps my body recover from my regular, daily workouts.
I was looking forward to having a set of competent hands working on me. The masseuse was professional and cute. Not that her appearance mattered, but it’s always nice when you are being handled by a good-looking woman. She did a great job working my sore muscles and getting knots out of them. When she was finished, my muscles felt nice and soothed. Since I was already in the spa area, I decided to take time and visit the hot tub, sauna, and steam room.
It was my first time at this hotel spa, so I wasn’t sure of the protocol in the hot tub. Some resorts don’t require clothes, and others do. I had brought a pair of exercise shorts with me, which I slipped on in the changing room. I grabbed a towel, slipped into the complimentary sandals, and walked into the spa.
There were two other men around the hot tub, wearing their robes. One was lounging in a chair against a wall, looking at his phone, and the other stood up as I entered and went into the steam room. The hot tub was huge, shaped like a lap pool, long and narrow. I put my towel on a chair and removed my sandals before walking down into the hot tub. Soaking and unwinding in the warm water, I laid my head back and enjoyed the sensation of the liquid heat bubbling over my body.
The man lounging in the chair left, and soon, another man came in. He was tall like me, but it was evident he wasn’t a gym rat. He had a little beer belly protruding from his loosely held robe—not that he was obese or fat; he just obviously liked his beer.
He looked around and saw me relaxed, back against the edge of the large hot tub, and smiled. However, instead of finding a seat, he went into the steam room where the other man had gone, and I didn’t think anything of it. The warmth of the hot pool was therapeutic, and that was all I focused on. The tall man with the belly came back out. He wasn’t in the steam room very long—just a few minutes. Perhaps he got hot, or maybe he didn’t like that he wasn’t alone in the steam room. Whatever his reason, he was walking towards the pool, and he stopped at the pool’s stairs. He stood there undoing the tie, opened his robe, and dropped it at the top of the stairs while making eye contact with me.
His cock was flaccid and hanging down. I have never been alone and intimate with a man before, but something about the way he looked at me and opened his robe in front of me let me know he wanted me to see him and check him out. This surprised me, but I was not overly concerned. I’ve had women come on to me, and it felt the same but with a different and more direct approach from a man.
He walked into the pool opposite where I was sitting and headed towards the other end, lowering himself into the pool, naked and relaxing. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he closed his eyes and leaned back. It was at this time that I felt my own cock start to stir. The wheels of my brain were turning, and I realized that I had an opportunity that I’d never had before— to openly flirt with another man in a sexual way. It felt more like a challenge to myself, and being who I am, my mind just had to see what would happen.
Waist deep in the pool, I stood up and turned towards him, smiled, and slowly slid off my shorts. He was watching me as I twisted my shorts to get out the excess water. My cock was visible underneath the water, and he was about six feet away, checking out my goods. Making sure he had a good view of the results of my daily visits to the gym, I focused on my shorts for a little bit longer than needed.
Walking up the stairs, I turned away from him, which provided a perfect view of my ass and long legs, as I put my shorts down on a chair next to the towel I’d brought in. Once I grabbed another towel, I headed into the sauna, knowing exactly what would happen next.
I’m a bit of a cocky guy, and I knew I’d hooked a fish. I just needed to see how long it would take to reel him in. It wasn’t more than sixty seconds before the door opened, and he walked in with a towel of his own. I was sitting on the third bench, the highest level of the sauna, and he sat on a bench against the wall to my left. We were both seated on the towels we had laid down on the planks, our bodies absorbing the heat and sweating. Our cocks and balls were hanging low on full display.
Knowing why he had followed me was a rush, and it blew through any remaining barriers in my mind. I felt empowered and in control of what I wanted, which was him looking at my body and being turned on. He looked at me, and I smiled and instinctively opened my legs wider, showing him my growing cock. The hair on my chest, arms, and legs was wet with perspiration. His eyes took me in; lust manifested openly on his face as he watched my hand move to my shaft and hold it, flaunting the heft in my palm. I had never done anything like this before, but it felt right at the moment, so I just went with it. Having his attention on me only added fuel to the flames of my desire.
My semi-closed fist clamped around my shaft, stroking slowly, as my balls swayed against the wood of the sauna with each upstroke. My eyes were focused on his face and body, watching his smaller yet alluring cock grow. He was hairy but kept his shaft and balls trimmed, like mine. We both knew that anyone could walk in at any moment, but I don’t think either of us cared. For me, that thought drove my excitement further. My arousal was now blatantly clear as my hard cock reached its full length. Watching me pleasure myself, he started doing the same with quick, fast strokes to his growing cock.
As I patted the seat next to me, he moved over, and my free hand found its way to his meaty thigh. I continued to play with my hard shaft, just relishing the feel of the sweat, the heat, and the excitement of what was transpiring. Touching his hairy thigh was like feeling a jolt of energy pass through me. I felt like I was entering new territory; however, I already knew I was going to cross whatever line was in front of me.
His hand was moving up and down, giving himself pleasure and creating a view that I liked. The look of his circumcised cock was straight like mine, but about an inch or so shorter with a mushroom-shaped head. His body language shouted that he was massively turned on, his hips slightly moving along with his hands, his ball sack pulling upwards, and the extreme hardness of his cock—all told me he was enjoying himself.