I arrived back at the hotel around 8 after the conference was over. I had been sent to a large northwestern city by my company to attend a conference. The conference had been set up on short notice so it was sparsely attended; area hotels were also near empty due to the lack of attendees and the off-season.
A little about myself. I'm a happily married male, thirty-five, and on the slim side. Not skinny anymore, but with a little hint of spare tire around the waste. My wife and I have been married for five years, and still have an incredibly great sex life. Not that "just met do it every hour" type of sex, but still intense every time, sharing fantasies with each other during fucking, and always involving lots of sweat, sore muscles, and orgasms.
I had been at this conference for a couple of days now, and not scheduled to fly home for another couple of days. My hotel room had the requisite porn channel, so I had been having my fare share of quickie jack off sessions whenever the mood struck.
This particular evening when I arrived back at the hotel, I felt like a swim. I changed into my swim shorts and headed to the indoor pool. I was the only one taking advantage of the pool, and after some laps, I got out and headed straight for a deck chair to dry off and read a little bit. About 20 minutes later, another guest arrived at the pool. I didn't recognize him from the conference; he must have been there on some other business. He stopped just inside the door, surveyed the empty room, and we exchanged hello nods. He picked a chair a couple of chairs down from mine, shed his robe, and dove into the pool for some laps of his own. He was probably in his mid 50s and looked to be in very good shape. About my height, but significantly stockier. Not fat, but pretty solid, with a good amount of body hair matted over most of his body.
I should also mention that although I've never had a sexual experience with another man, I've always considered myself bisexual. I often enjoy fantasizing about having sex with other men; I've never been in the right time or place I guess you could say. And usually my fantasies are centered on men very much like this man, older, stronger, and more dominant. These particular fantasies have ended in some blinding orgasms by my own hand, let me tell you.
So I felt that familiar twitch and tingle blow my stomach, I closed my eyes, set my book down on my chest, and let my mind float into another similar fantasy for a couple of minutes. A mild explosion of water startled me ten feet from my feet; he was exiting the pool right in front of me. Forgoing the ladder a few feet further down the edge of the pool, he pushed himself up and out of the water, landing gently on one knee, then standing up. Hello nods were again exchanged as he passed my chair on the way to his. Somewhat bewildered from the sudden end of my sexual daydreaming, I reached for my book, now on my stomach, and realized I had worked up a pretty respectable hard-on. Without a doubt, it had to be the first thing that greeted him as he pushed himself out of the water. Now I was REALY turned on, and anxious to get back to my room for a good jerking session.
BUT THIS HOTEL HAD A SAUNA. I thought I could duck into the sauna for a couple of minutes and relax, let my hard-on wither in the heat and steam before retiring to my room. The sauna was tiny; essentially a couple of double stacked wood benches facing one another in a wood-plank room not more than 10X10. The steam almost burned the inside of my nose. I perched on the upper bench, leaned back against the wall, and well, relaxed in the steamy heat. No sooner than my erection started to shrink, the door opened and in came the older man from the pool. Our hello nods were again exchanged as he surveyed the tiny room.
"Do you mind if I sauna nude? I really prefer it," he asked me in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Not at all, please do," I replied. What a stroke of luck. This was going to give me some serious jack off material for later on in my room, although I was not going to be able to hide my hard-on. This might be fun.
He untied his swim shorts, pushed them down to his knees, let them fall to his ankles, and stepped out of them. He sat down on the floor level bench, leaned back on the front of the next bench up. Very well built and stocky man indeed. He had a little bit of a stomach, with a nice cock and balls hanging just below a thick patch of black pubic hair. It was hard to tell from its flaccid state, but I guessed it was about the same size as mine. I'm between 6 and 7 inches when fully erect; thickness is about average I guess.
I was quite hard at this point, my erection making a noticeable bulge in my lap. He was sitting opposite and one bench below me, so I wasn't sure if he could really even tell my state of arousal. His breathing became slow, deliberate and relaxed as he enjoyed the sauna. And he started to get an erection as well. As I watched, hi cock slowly came to life, twitching and swelling until he was fully erect. He sat there with his eyes closed, breathing regularly, with a full hard-on floating just above the hot wood. He was indeed about my size, definitely a little thicker. Bulging veins branched all around the shaft of his cock, and its head was swollen and plump. But the time I looked up, his eyes were open, and staring at me. I was caught red handed, and we both knew it.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked.
