I made eye contact with him as we passed on the wet side of the change room. I clutched the towel around my waist as I cautiously tip toed through the puddles. There were two men in the hot tub talking sports as I made my way to the empty steam room. I turned as I opened the door, and caught the older man looking at me. I slipped inside and burrowed into the furthest part of the foggy room, sitting and widening my legs.
He could have been my science teacher from high school, or a drivers ed instructor. Bald on the top with close cropped sides and a trim beard, his shoulders wore years of freckles, and the hair on his chest was salt and pepper. He had a tummy, but nothing too round. Its not like I had a type.
The door whooshed open, releasing a good deal of steam, and I already knew it was him before a figure emerged. The look we had exchanged twice was all the communication needed, it was query as much as it was invitation. He stopped for a second, assessing the room before walking towards the far end where I sat. We made eye contact again, and he nodded before sitting a foot or two beside me. I glimpsed towards the door, watching the steam obscure the exit. We sat there for a few minutes before I caught some movement in my peripheral.
There was the "readjustment" of the bulge under his towel, designed to catch my eye and signal to me. The move was meant to linger, giving me enough time to physically move my head to acknowledge the dance. It was now my turn. I gulped and looked toward the door again, then moved my hand to adjust my own growing bulge- letting him know I wasn't just a bystander. I could feel his eyes on my towel while I looked straight ahead into the steam. His move.
From the corner of my eye I could tell he had started a slow stroke of his towel wrapped cock, so I ever so slightly glanced in the direction of his lap and watched as his bulbous head poked out from beneath the fabric. I licked the sweat off my lips as he leaned back and put his arms across the back of the bench. His hand lightly brushed the back of my hair as he widened his legs, giving me an opening.
I moved over on the bench to get a little closer, my hand reaching under his towel and finding his veiny shaft. My eyes would scan the steam in the direction of the door, and I listened hard for any possible interruptions. His cock was wet, which allowed me to glide my hand over his circumcised shaft with relative ease.
His large arm moved over my head, and he gently pulled at the knot in my towel. He took the time to untie and spread it out onto the bench, leaving me completely exposed. My slender red cock jutted excitedly into the air. The size of his hand made me feel small as he squeezed my dick, squeezing and pulling my foreskin at the same time. My jaw slacked as I struggled to stay quiet under his ministrations. I tried to mimic his handiwork under his own towel, but felt myself close to orgasm and had to push him away from my crotch. With one last look to the entrance of the steam room I made my move, sliding along the bench as I pulled his towel open, and planted my mouth on his cock.
I sucked him furiously tasting chlorine and piss as I raced to get him off, bobbing madly in his lap. His hand gripped the back of my head and helped me along. Then, I started to hear voices nearing and tried to pull away, but he kept me there just as the door began to open and the steam began to thin. I finally pulled myself off and sat upright, trying hard to scramble for my towel, which had fallen on the floor. I reached for it and discovered it had landed in a puddle and was sopping wet, so I did the best I could to clasp my hands in my lap, disguising my erection.
We sat there in silence as the new steam room visitors chatted idly about business. Luckily, they stuck close to the entrance and hadn't even registered our presence. I waited for my cock to soften, but it just wouldn't quit. I was figuring I would have to stay in there until I'd burned up before my erection subsided, when my bench mate stood from the bench totally naked and stretched. I could make out his saggy, dimpled ass and the line of hair that travelled upwards from his crack. He glanced back at the towel before walking slowly towards the door -and with a a whoosh, exited the steam room.
I sat there waiting for things to subside, and snatched the towel my friend had left behind for me. Carefully wrapping it around my waist, I left the steam room for a cold, cleansing shower, my eyes darting around the change room as I approached my locker. I spun the numbers on my lock and yanked it open just as the older man approached me. We made eye contact once more. He had already showered and dressed and stood before me in a fall jacket with a light pink polo shirt and khaki pants. He really was dressed like a science teacher. I stood there speechless, waiting for him to talk.
"Hey, I'd love to finish things up with you some time," He spoke low, but with a confidence that nobody was within ear shot. "In fact, I think my husband and I would love to have you over to hot tub before the snow falls." He produced a piece of paper, holding it up to my face before placing it on the top shelf of my locker. "We live close by, if that helps. No Pressure."
He gave me a friendly grin, and studied my face for a reaction. I blushed a little as I imagined a hot tub threesome with two older guys. My eyes must have given something away, because he gave a deep chuckle, and took my chin in his hand.
"you're pretty fucking cute, you know that? That red hair and those freckles," He looked around the change room. "Why don't you let me take my towel back and put it in the bin for you?" He reached down and pulled the towel from my body. I stood there naked and shivering in the locker room light as he took in my naked form. My penis had shrunk back into the foreskin, making me a little embarrassed. "aww, he's gone into hiding, lets do something about that - soon eh?"
And with that, he gave me a quick peck on the cheek and strode out of the locker room.
Gavin & Richard were the names on the note he had given me.
The following week, after a handful of texts, I was dialling their number.
"Hi, it's Derek- from the gym.
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I decided to walk, being relatively close to where Gavin and Richard lived. It seemed as though the gym was halfway between the townhome I rented and their house. The neighbourhood was pleasant, full of old detached homes with porches and big trees. Fallen leaves blanketed the sidewalks, and there was the hint of a chill in the air. Perfect night for a hot tub, I thought.
I approached their porch with a bit of trepidation, double checking the address on my phone and matching it to the decorative number on the mailbox. The inner part of their front door was open, and I could see through the glass panel of the outer door, into a modern kitchen where a man in a robe was pouring wine. It was all very warm and welcoming. I climbed the steps of the porch and gently rapped on the glass. Gavin, the man from the gym, turned and grinned. He tightened the belt on his robe as he approached the door, waving me inside.
"Well hello stranger," He wrapped me up in a big hug, with a friendly peck on the cheek. "Rich is out back in the soup already, I was just getting us some wine -would you like a glass?"
"S-sure," my eyes travelled through their open concept space. Tastefully decorated, it looked painfully neat, and was punctuated with a variety of family pictures. Rich and Gavin looked to be normal every day guys who went to backyard barbecues and business conferences. Just sexless khaki wearing dad types who puttered around at the hardware store, and read newspapers.
"You can leave your jacket here but the towels are outside so its up to you if you wanna strip down and make the chilly run to the water-" He closed and locked the front door before turning to me with his robe loosened. "Or you can get naked outside and give Rich a show" His body closed the gap between us and his limp cock hung chastely around my belt buckle as he caressed my face.
I swallowed, and shed my jacket. "Lets go out back,"
