Ron texted me the next morning, Tuesday.
I'd woken up and video chatted with Tyler and Mel, both looking groggy at 8. Neither of them gets up early and probably hadn't gone to bed at a decent time. Even if they did, Mel's first few nights in the camper are always kind of fitful and...I mean she's in bed with a naked teenager.
For another month and a half. He's 20 in September.
While giving them shit for their disheveled appearance my phone dinged. "What's that?" Mel asked.
I related the events of the previous evening. Todd was a footnote, he was pretty much the same thing every time. Don't need to get into deep discussions.
I mentioned Ron and the details. His confidence or lack thereof, the description of his prick, narrowish shaft with a wide mushroom head, a hair under six inches.
"He apparently lives in that massive retirement community down the road. Says he's got 'some buddies' that like to get together to jack each other off. Said it might be fun to have somebody 'less hetero' around." I shrugged, "Might be interesting. Book club, but blowjobs."
Tyler chuckled. Mel followed with, "So, pivot guy for a bunch of the golf cart set. I guess you can see if he tries to set something up. Could be fun."
The text was pretty bland. He thanked me for the night before and asked my schedule.
I replied back with my working hours and a 'no problem, had a good time".
Seconds later he replied that he would talk to the other guys and see if they could set something up. Would I be interested?
One word reply, 'Sure'.
Work was the same as always. Code, meetings, check Slack, check email, VPN and check hookup sites, call Mel and Tyler.
A text came in right at the end of the workday. Ron was curious if I was available that night. He said a couple guys were interested in a 'meeting'. I answered with another 'sure'. He suggested 9:30 PM.
The gated community is beautiful at the entrance and I gave the burly attendant my name. He gave me the route to one of the several recreation areas and I wound my way to it.
Just about nine, I pulled into the large parking lot across from beautifully manicured yards and attractive craftsman style homes.
To one side, several pickleball courts dominated a field. The other side had a huge pool and hot tub. Behind were a horseshoe pit and corn hole setup.
In the center was a large fieldhouse. Windows dominated the road direction. I'd been told to come in and go to the men's locker room to the left hand side.
The place was well-lit and spacious. Lockers were on the doorway wall as well as to the left and rear. A huge bank also sat in the center near long wooden benches.
A fleet of sinks was visible to the right with an opening to showers. I was told that on the far side of the sinks would be a hallway. Meet Ron and a couple friends in the sauna halfway down.
Everything in the place was top dollar. I kinda wondered if I was going to end up with this sort of offering of amenities when I retired.
A large stand of towels was just inside the door and I grabbed one, stripped and threw my stuff in a locker. A moment later I walked into the shower room and turned on a spigot, kind of shocked at how fast it warmed up.
I'd started soaping myself with the stuff that seemed like the only half-assed part of the entire place. Its generic scent and rough texture against the rest of the place felt cheaper than the surroundings would let on.
Just about as I went towards my legs a man walked in. Just about six feet tall with broad shoulders and a dad-bod, he had a full chest of salt-and-pepper hair that went down to his legs. However his groin was tastefully trimmed. He had a kind of Michael Madsen look to him, with military-buzzed hair and dark eyes.
He nodded my way as I finished sizing him up. His prick had looked very small at first glance, but that was first glance. It wasn't super warm in the place, maybe he'd just come from outside and needed to adapt.
Finishing up I grabbed my towel and after partly drying, went to the hallway. A sign said, 'Dry Sauna: Steam Bath: Massage Room (book appointments)'. I passed the sign to the only thick wooden door in the area.
The small window showed it was dark inside. I could just see several men inside as I opened the heavy wood and went inside.
There were two levels of benches in a U-Shape on all of the walls. The separation between the lower seats on the two walls was only about two and a half feet. The only light in the place was coming in from the window to the hall.
Ron sat there at the end of the benches, looking much more relaxed than he'd been at the gym. His towel was folded under his butt and his head was kicked back on the upper area.
Another older guy, maybe mid 60's, not too tall, with a fully grey mustache and goatee along with a little paunch...almost the duplicate of Ron's...sat to Ron's right. He had his hand wrapped around Ron's casual erection. He was slowly working up the length with a lubricated hand, then over the pronounced head before going back down. He didn't slow or stop as I walked in.
His other hand was pumping his own member. Probably somewhere in the 6.5" range, decently thick with a long tube of foreskin that appeared to match the light color of his complexion exactly. His balls lay between his thighs, large and dangling enough they didn't budge as his hand went up and down.
To my right, two other guys had arms crossed as they slowly worked each other. The closest was heavyset, with a smooth cherubic face. I couldn't place his age. He was pretty much hairless with a few tattoos, including an Army Airborne insignia on his left shoulder. Over the years it had stretched a bit but was still recognizable.
He was equipped with a narrow bit, maybe just over five inches. The tip tapered down from the shaft, never going wider...almost pointed. A bright white circumcision scar was noticable between pumps from his companion.
The man working him was late fifties. He was slender with a build that looked like he enjoyed running. His hair was dissheveled but on the longer side. It seemed like he was bragging against the other guys. He leaned back with his eyes closed and allowed the nearer man to work on him as he complimented the action.
