*This is an ALL-MALE chapter. All characters are over 18.*
After we returned from town - or what passed for it in this country backwater - James and I spent the afternoon in the pool. Neither of us spoke about what had happened the night before, nor did I mention what I had seen when I went back for my phone. We simply enjoyed the time together, splashing each other, pushing each other under the water, and soaking up the sun.
As the sun and temperature began to drop, James suggested we take a sauna. I had seen the building when we first arrived; it had the same log cabin façade as the rest of the property and looked like it had been built in the eighties. The building abutted the pool and the sauna itself was accessed through a small changing room. James pushed open the slider door and, after closing it behind us, we peeled off our bathing shorts. Briefly, the two of us were naked, our cocks less than impressive specimens after an hour or two in the water. We both wrapped white towels around our waists and entered the steamy chamber.
We were surprised to find Guy there. He must have slipped in while we were grabassing in the pool. He was leaning back, his muscular arms stretched along the back of the bench that lined the walls of the small space. His lean legs were stretched straight out and crossed at the ankles. Beads of sweat formed at his salt and pepper hairline. His body was lean and tanned, with a fine patch of grey hair on his chest. Unconsciously my eyes drifted to the bulge clearly outlined beneath the soaked towel draped across his thighs, before I caught myself. This was my friend's father!
"Hello, boys!" Smile lines around his eyes deepened as he greeted us.
"Hey, Dad." James sat on the bench next to his father, inside his outstretched arm. I hopped up on the bench opposite, facing them. "Nice afternoon for a soak."
We sat in silence for a while as the steam and our body temperatures rose. A thin sheen of perspiration formed on my chest and limbs, my towel became heavy with moisture on my legs. James closed his eyes as he relaxed in the warmth. Guy sighed and tossed his head back. Unconsciously or not, he brushed his free forearm against the towel sitting on his thighs and it fell to the floor.
This time, I was not so subtle with my gaze. A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed with difficulty. It couldn't be said that Guy had a beautiful cock. It was manly, rugged and fucking sexy. Even soft, I could tell he was big. His shaft was thick, veiny, and brown, with a large, purple circumcized head. It sat above a pair of heavy, meaty balls and below a thicket of dark pubic hair. Guy didn't trim, shave, or "manscape" like James and me. Guy was a real man. Unable to take my eyes off Guy's cock, I could feel my erection tenting the wet towel around my waist.
"Like what you see?"
Guy was grinning and looking directly at me. I could feel myself reddening, embarrassed by my blatant voyeurism. James opened his eyes. "Jeez, Dad. Keep it in your towel."
"Ha!" Guy laughed, "You love it! You always have."
Already inside his arm, he gripped his son in a playful headlock and pulled him down towards his crotch.
"Dad! For fuck's sake ... let go!"
James struggled briefly and half-heartedly, before yielding to the stronger man. With both hands, Guy forced James' grimacing face into contact with his crotch before releasing him slightly. My eyes struggled to process what happened next. James voluntarily lowered his mouth to Guy's cock, taking his father's thick, purple glans between his lips.
