My wife and I had been married a couple of years and decided to return to a ski resort that we'd always enjoyed in Utah. We were never much for après-ski partying that happened at some better known resorts like Breckenridge or Park City. The mountain was great and it was much more low-key. We splurged a bit and got a place that was ski-in, ski-out, had its own spa, restaurants, and such. It was largely all-inclusive.
We were the type that was one of the first on the slopes, and last to leave. After two days of that, we decided to take it easy. My wife went down for a nap after our morning session, and I decided to check out the spa area. It was predominantly empty, with some people waiting to get massages, and some milling around the gym. I'd had my workout for the day, so I headed over to try out the steam room.
I walked into the locker room and there were a few guys in there changing, showering, etc. Walking past one row, I noticed an older gentleman changing out of his clothes. He was definitely in his 50s with gray hair, balding, but not frail. He was about 6 feet tall and clearly skied often, judging by the size of his legs. Mine were more defined, but his were definitely solid. In addition, he had something of a pot-belly which probably just came from age. He looked the part of a tanned executive type away from the office for the weekend. It was only a moment that passed as I was walking between rows, but I easily noticed his penis swinging freely as he stepped out his pants. It was uncircumcised and looked quite large in its completely limp state, which left me questioning my own manhood.
I stopped in the next row, picked out a locker and began to disrobe. I grabbed a towel and removed my clothes, quick to swing the towel securely around my waist. I hoped that the older gentleman didn't notice my gawking at his nakedness, but then figured it only had been a second and he couldn't have. I was a straight guy, but had been curious about other mens' penises ever since middle school when we had to shower after P.E. One kid that I was friends with seemed to have an abnormally large one. When we were just growing hair, he had a dense jungle of it resting about his large and thick cock. I was never interested in any sexual activities, just interested in the size of it. He was a bit nerdy, but he was a friend of mine. I was jealous.
I strolled into the steam room and the only person in there was exact older guy I'd just walked past. He was sitting against the wall on the upper tier of the two-level wooden benches. It smelled of cedar and dense heat. The humidity was palpable, but it wasn't as bad or as thick as I'd anticipated. As I entered, he opened his eyes, and nodded a quick greeting in my direction, which I returned sheepishly. He sat immediately next to what I could only assume was the steam box, as there was a bucket of water and a large ladle next to an open box filled with rocks in the corner. I sat on the other side of the room so as not to intrude on his space. The heat on the bench was mildly painful at first, as was the wall I leaned up against, but I adjusted quickly to it. Sweat began beading all over my body immediately. It felt wonderful as I adjusted to the hot air I was breathing in. "God, it's like a sauna in here," I said out loud, trying to be funny. He chuckled softly.
I was melting into the room when he broke the silence. "Come here often?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I came here with my wife a couple years ago and we loved it so we decided to come back. You?" I responded.
"Yeah, I try to come up here a few times a year. It's a little less hectic than the other resorts. I like that. Plus, the skiing is amazing," he said.
"I couldn't agree more. That's the same reason we came." I responded.
"So, where is your wife now?" he asked.
"She's grabbing a nap today. We've been skiing for a couple days straight, so she's letting her body heal up a little. That's why I'm in here as well." I said.
"That's a good idea. I usually do the same thing. If you're not used to it, it'll beat you up pretty good." He extended his hand to me and said, "James. James Doherty."
I stretched over and shook his hand. He had a strong grip. "Kevin. Kevin Miller. Nice to meet you, James." I still didn't want to intrude on his personal space too much. I happened to glance down in a quick reassessment of him. The small towels they had in the locker room did little to mask the large package he had underneath. The towel didn't completely wrap around my thighs, and with his larger waist, his towel just loosely draped over his crotch, exposing most of his right thigh (which was facing me). The outline of his penis was clearly visible underneath, as it fell across the same thigh. It very nearly was poking out of the side of the towel. My towel was able to be tucked into itself, but only just. When I walked, it also exposed much of my thigh. He probably had to hold his together.
"These towels don't leave much to the imagination," I said.
"No, they certainly don't, but when you're in a steam room, it probably doesn't matter much," he responded. I responded in kind.
"I thought it would be steamier in here rather than just hot," I said. I realized immediately that could be misconstrued, and chuckled to myself.
"Oh, just grab this ladle and you just pour the water over the rocks. It'll get good and steamy in here right away," he suggested.
