I had checked into the hotel the night before a full day of sales meetings I had scheduled two months in advance. With the economy the way it is a salesman who works entirely on commission can't be over-prepared.
The hotel was your typical middle-of-the road place. Not a five-star and not some motel in the slums. It had a gym which is why I choose it. If I couldn't make any sales, the least I could do was keep up with my workout routine. Sure, it didn't offer a sauna or Jacuzzi, but it had a great gym and you couldn't beat the price.
I had finished my three-mile run and done some light weight training before heading into the locker room. The good thing about hotel gyms is that most people travel to relax, so the gyms are usually empty, which is why I was surprised when there was another man in the locker room.
He was about my height, 6-foot or so, but at least twenty years older than my 30 years. He had salt and pepper hair and a thin, lean build. I had lost some weight after I started running but still carried a good deal of muscle mass.
The locker room was small, just one row of lockers with a single wooden bench between the lockers and the tiled wall. The older man sat at the first locker in a sweat-soaked tank top, mesh running shorts. His shoes and socks were off.
"I'm sorry, my stuff is in the back there," I said as I squeezed by him between his tall frame and his locker.
"No problem," he said. "You would think they could make these things bigger."
I laughed in agreement and spun the lock to open my locker, pulled out a towel and hung it over the open door. I glanced over at the older man, he had slid his shirt and shorts off and was standing in just a sweaty pair of grey briefs.
"You here for business or pleasure?" he asked.
I looked in his direction to answer his question and just as I did he slid down the briefs exposing a long and thin, soft cock. His pubic hair was freshly shaved. My eyes wandered up from his cock and to his blue eyes. I hoped he wasn't offended at my peek.
"Depends on what happens tomorrow," I said. "I'm in sales. If I have a big day tomorrow, I was here for business. If not, all I have to show for it is a good workout in the hotel gym."
Still standing there nude, he laughed and wiped his face with a towel. I took the opportunity to glance at his cock again. It must have been five inches soft.
"What about you?" I asked.
He moved the towel from his face.
"All business," he said. "Well, not all business, but I'm a regional manager for a grocery store chain. Once or twice a month I spend a few days in this region to check on my stores, meet with the managers etc."
I was standing now. I slid off my shirt and shorts and was standing in just my boxer briefs when he extended his hand.
"Jim Lambert," he said.
"Mike Owens," I replied. "Good to meet you, Jim."
"You too," he said.
I was excited to be this close to another naked man. Sure, there were men in various stages of undress at my gym at home all the time, but I never interacted with them, never looked them in the eye as they slid off their underwear and exposed a glorious cock. I slid off my boxer briefs, anxious to show Jim my own cock, small and thick when soft, but a real grower. I wanted to see his reaction upon exposing myself.
"Do you always stay here when you are in town?" I asked, looking right at him as I slid my boxer briefs off. My own cock, shaved like his, flopped out of my sweaty underwear.
When he looked at me to answer I saw his eyes first look at my cock, linger for two or three seconds before meeting my eyes.
"Yeah, they take care of me here. They give me a good rate on a suite, which I love because they have Jacuzzi tubs," he said. "Can't beat a Jacuzzi after a hard workout."
"Wow, a suite huh? Must be nice to be in management. My guys barely pay for the economy room," I said, wiping my face with a towel, allowing Jim, if he wanted, to get a good look at my cock. When I moved the towel down I could see that while he was gathering his shower supplies he was glancing at my dick. "Must be great to soak in a tub all night too."
"There is nothing like it," he said, gathering a towel and some soap and heading into the showers.
I grabbed my shower things and followed him into the shower area.
There were only four showers. Two right next to each other and then two directly across from those. To my surprise, Jim was in one of the showers washing himself with the shower curtain open. I took this as an invitation and took the shower directly across from Jim and followed his lead by leaving the curtain open.
I faced him and turned the water on, letting it roll all over my sweaty body. The cool water felt great on my aching muscles. I watched as Jim lathered up his body. He was facing me, looking right at me and giving his long, soft cock a thourough washing. I lathered up my washcloth and gave my own meat and balls and good cleaning. Jim's eyes watched me intently, making sure I got my cock good and clean.
As I was rinsing the soap off of my, Jim turned his back to me and in a not so subtle way, bent over at the waist and gave his ass a very detailed washing. My cock felt alive as I watched.
When I turned to wash the soap off of my face I heard his shower go off. Jim had come up behind me and was standing just outside of my shower stall.
"When you are done here, why don't you come up to my room for a soak in the tub. I am in room 816," he said.
I tried to wash my face off quickly, but by the time I turned around he was gone. I turned off the water, grabbed my towel and returned to the locker room area, but i was alone. I dried off and put on a fresh pair of shorts and a tee shirt.
Room 816 was on the top floor of the hotel. Like so many places, the higher up you got, the nicer the room. My room was on the second floor.
I knocked on the door and Jim opened it wearing just a pair of white briefs.
"Glad you made it, come on in," he said.
I walked in. The room was large. It has a flat screen TV, a sofa, a king-sized bed and a Jacuzzi tub in the main living area.