Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2006 13:07:20 -0400
From: skybolt@canoemail.com
Subject: Married Men in a Sauna

This is another true story. This happened this week. If
you've read my other adventures, you know I'm a 51 y.o.
married man who has a craving for m2m closeness. I "mess
around" only when I travel. Names and details that could
reveal identities have been altered. This story is one that
other discrete married men can relate to.

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On Tuesday evening, my wife and I drove to a small lakeside
resort hotel just an hour from our house. I was there to
attend a small business meeting held the next day. Since I
had been to the resort before, I knew it had a little sauna
and a shower stall as part of the men's bathroom that
adjoined the exercise room. As we drove, I told my wife I
looked forward to a relaxing, hot sauna. What I didn't tell
her was that I also looked forward to the possibility of
being around naked men. If there were any, I hoped they
would be good looking. As I drove I had fun thinking about
what constituted good looking. The closer I got to the
hotel, the looser my definition of good looking got. It had
been 5 weeks since I last got together with another guy, and
several months had passed prior to that encounter.

In our hotel room that evening, my wife and I watched TV
until 9pm. She had not been feeling well, however, so she
said she wanted to go to sleep extra early. I protested that
I was too wide awake to think about sleeping at 9:00. I said
I was going for a relaxing sauna, which would give her
peace, quiet, and a dark room.  She agreed. Lucky break for
me - leaving the room was easier than I thought it would be.
I changed into shorts, t-shirt and running shoes.

I walked down a long hallway toward the exercise room. I
kept my head down because I wanted to appear invisible.
Looking forward, out of the top of my eyes, I saw a man
coming toward me. He was about 30 to 32 years old, wore a
gold wedding ring, white starched shirt, red tie, and
trousers. His hair was as black and shiny as his dress
shoes. He sported a trim goatee. Just before we were about
to collide, we made simultaneous turns toward the recessed
door to the exercise room. However, we didn't say anything
except, "Excuse me." We both walked through the empty
exercise room straight to the door to the men's bathroom. I
said quietly, "Looks like we have the same destination in
mind." No response. He probably didn't hear me. He walked
straight to the sauna door and opened it for a look inside.
It was empty and cold. The space was the size of a small
walk-in closet. I said again, "Looks like we have the same
destination in mind." He muttered something I couldn't
understand. I said clearly, "I'm here for the sauna, too."
He spoke up, saying he was checking out the sauna, wondered
how long it would take to heat up, and that he needed to go
to his room to change. We looked at each other for a split
second. I had a very slight smile on my face, the kind one
straight man can give to another in a public bathroom and
not arouse suspicion. I just wanted to show I wasn't a
threat. His face was as blank as one stranger looking at
another. His voice was flat.

He turned the timer that activated the heater in the sauna.
And then, with his back to me, he peed in the urinal nearby.
I quickly stripped naked, wrapped a towel loosely around my
waist, and entered the sauna. I moved quickly on purpose. I
wanted him to see that being naked in the sauna was OK. I
hoped that would encourage him to just strip out of his
business clothes then and there and wrap a towel around his
waist. Seconds after me, he entered the sauna - fully
clothed -- to see how fast the heat built up. I said a
couple of inane small talk things. He did, too. Nothing
sexual, not even flirting. Then to get his attention, I
touched my finger to the wall right on top of what looked
like an old, dried, cum stain. I didn't say anything. I
didn't make any suggestive facial expression, either. My
face was as blank as his had been. He looked at me in a
slightly puzzled way. He stated he was going to close out
his bar tab and would return.

By the time he got back, I was in the shower cooling down
from the sauna heat. There was a shower curtain but I left
"gaps" so he could see some skin. I wanted to influence him
to go into the sauna in a towel and not a bathing suit. For
some reason, I thought that if I was casual about being
naked, he would be, too. Wishful thinking.

As I loosely dried off from the shower (in view of him if he
chose to look, since the sauna had a glass window in the
door) I happily saw that atop his pile of clothes sat a pair
of plaid boxers -- the last item he removed. As I reentered
the sauna I was delighted to see he had a towel wrapped
about him. I should point out this hotel had skimpy towels.
Neither he nor I were fat but the towels barely went around
our waists. One of his thighs was fully exposed due to
skimpy towel coverage. Great start!

 We sat in opposite corners of the small sauna. We made
awkward small talk. We talked about the traffic and weather
(lame!). It took five minutes to establish that we were both
attending the same meeting, which killed the conversation.
It visibly bothered both of us. I surmised that if we got to
know each other that would kill the anonymity. This, in
turn, would compromise the discretion factor, which would
then kill the fun. At least that is what I was thinking.
There's a 50/50 chance he was thinking the same. But he
could have been thinking he just wanted to be left alone in
the sauna.

As soon as I thought, "Shit. This isn't going anywhere," I
heard the outer door to the bathroom open. Then the sauna
door opened. In breezed a man in his mid to late 30s who
quickly took a seat right next to me, even though he could
have planted himself halfway between the other guy and me.
He wore a bathing suit. He and the other guy recognized each
other. They made a couple of comments about how drinks in
this hotel were $9 each. I made a joke about how it would
have been cheaper and classier to leave the hotel and go buy
liquor at a convenience store. (It was funny at the time.)

I found out the new guy was named David and that he was
married. I also discovered he was attending the same meeting
the next day. Once again, that curtailed conversation. We
sat in hot silence. I wondered if the two of them came to
play in the sauna together. I wondered if I messed up their
plans. No, I decided, Young Businessman was straight and
David might be bi. My clue was that David checked out both
of us.

Now Young Businessman had to cool down in the shower. He got
up and left. And a minute after he returned, I left the
sauna in order to shower and return. Next, David did the
same thing. But when David returned, his bathing suit was
removed and a towel covered his privates. However, since he
was heavier than us and because his towel was pulled around
his stomach not his waist, as soon as he sat his package was
fully exposed.

Finally! I got so see a cock!

We all baked in near silence for another 10 or 15 minutes
and repeated the shower sequence one at a time. This time,
though, David came back in with a semi-hard on. Interesting!
I guessed that he played with himself in the shower. Also,
this time David chose to sit with his back against the same
wall as Young Businessman. Now they were side by side,
although there was enough space for one or two more men to
fit between them. He pulled up his leg and turned slightly
so that Young Businessman couldn't see his dick. However,
his feet were pointed at me so every time I looked in
David's direction I saw his whole glorious package. His dick
was good looking. It wasn't particularly big -- but he had a
huge nut sack that compelled a double take.

Time passed. We did the shower sequence again. This time
when I came back I stated to the other two gentlemen, "I
prefer to be naked in a sauna. I hope you don't mind. If you
do, I'll cover up." They both said, "No problem," although
Young Businessman could barely say the words "No problem."
He seemed flustered, though he tried to be cool about it.
With that, I opened my towel and exposed myself. Young
Businessman took a good look at my dick but looked away as
soon as he realized I looked at him looking at it. For the
next 10 to 15 minutes we again baked in near silence. I had
my eyes closed most of the time. When I opened them, I saw
that David had followed suit and tossed open his towel.
Young Businessman did not. He stayed covered. I peeked in
David's direction. He obviously enjoyed the sensuousness of
the heat. He openly did a very slow, subtle jack of his
cock. He pulled the length of it a few times and then gently
stroked it a few times with his fingertips. Slowly, he
repeated this pattern of jacking. He got my attention,
although I resisted getting hard. David kept his leg up to
block the view of Young Businessman.  It's not that the
younger guy couldn't tell what was happening, it's that he
couldn't see it without making an effort. And as near as I
could tell, he never made the effort to look. But I had my
eyes closed most of the time so I don't know for sure. I
kept them closed because I wanted to give Young Businessman
a chance to get comfortable seeing me exposed. "What could
this lead to?" I wondered.

After I showered again and returned to the sauna, Young
Businessman said it was getting late and he had to call his
wife. He abruptly bid us, "Good Night." OK, that told me
where this could lead - no where.

David showered and resumed his position with legs pointing
at me. He kept a leg up even though the other guy was now
gone. I realized it was to block the view in case someone
looked in through the glass window in the door of the sauna.
He got into a very slow rhythm for jacking. I made an
interesting discovery which prompted me to comment that
Young Businessman had, "left his suntan lotion." I hadn't
noticed until he left that there was a small bottle of hand
lotion leaning against the side wall where he sat (the same
wall, by the way, where I touched the dry cum earlier. He
had chosen to sit next to it.).

Several minutes went by as I wrestled with a decision. David
and I knew each other's identities because we were attending
the same meeting. Being naked in a sauna is one thing.
Participating in gay sex acts with someone who could out you
is another. I have always been concerned about being outted
either intentionally or inadvertently. I felt I had to
decide to leave right then or reveal myself. I didn't want
to do either. I felt anxious. I came up with an alternative.
I suddenly asked, "Do you ever let it fly in a sauna?" There
was a long pause as he considered what I just asked.
"Sometimes," he replied. I didn't say anything for a moment
and then I said in a low voice, "I'd like to see it." He
played with himself a bit more vigorously. After a long
silence during which he let me watch him masturbate, I
offered, "I bet that's why that bottle of lotion is in
here."

David reached for the bottle, its liquid now hot, no doubt,
from the oven-like heat. He oozed it over his stiff dick and
pumped sensuously. He performed for me. Stroke after hot,
delicious stroke. I loved the show. After a few minutes he
squeezed his man tool tight and out flowed two glistening
pearls of sperm. He continued to love his penis with his
hand until he paused and then scooted his body next to mine.
He reached over and squeezed my dick. "You have a nice, nice
package. A very nice package," he cooed. He invited me to
his room. Again, I had a decision to make - dare I risk
going further or do I try to get away with simply being a
hetero voyeur? "I'm one of these married guys who love to
look," I said, "but not touch." He accepted that with "OK"
and returned to his corner.

He continued to stroke very gently. "I came once already
today," he whispered, "I don't know if I can do it again." I
watched in rapt attention until I heard the bathroom door
open. From where I sat I couldn't see who entered the
bathroom. I said that if a man entered the sauna I'd leave.
I meant that if the guy coming in wanted to play, David
could have him. David simply said, "It's him." I didn't know
what he meant.

But a minute later Young Businessman entered the hot box
once more. Cool! He must have decided to go for it, I
thought. I took a quick shower (on purpose I gave him and
David an opportunity to talk, in case they had anything they
wanted to say outside of my presence) and returned. He was a
bit more talkative this time. Still, though, it was just
small talk. David continued to stroke himself but with a leg
blocking his neighbor's view. I sat there stark naked with a
semi-hard dick. In order to draw out Young Businessman's
carnal desires, I intermittently stroked my dick. This
caused Young Businessman to allow his towel to fall open,
although not completely. He let a corner of the towel cover
three quarters of his prick. I could see enough to tell he
was circumcised and that he was at half-mast. He also
sported an over-sized nut sack, which was clearly visible to
me. Plus, I saw he had very little public hair. "Hmmm, he
trims it," I thought. "Interesting. There might be more here
than meets the eye."

For five minutes David continued to slow stroke in silent
ecstasy, although he didn't make any sounds or cum again, at
least not that I saw. I occasionally touched my cock, too.
Young Businessman "accidentally" touched his own dick now
and then with the back of his hand. More interesting, he
stretched his legs and wiggled his toes. He did this
continuously for a couple of minutes. It looked to me like
he was trying to send a signal. I looked at him but couldn't
tell what it was he wanted to convey. He wouldn't look at
me. He either stared at the wall behind me or closed his
eyes. There wasn't any direct eye contact with me or with
David. I tapped my foot to see if he might get into that
rhythm. He didn't. I tried to figure out what was on his
mind. I didn't know if he wanted me alone, David alone,
neither of us, both of us, if he was too scared to make an
overt move, or if he wished both of us would leave so he
could jerk off in the stifling heat. David and I both
exhibited some gentlemanly dick action - lots of light,
inoffensive touching of ourselves. Young Businessman
fidgeted for a couple more minutes and announced, "It's time
for me to go." He pulled his towel tight around himself, got
off the seat, took one step to the door (remember, it was a
small space), and dropped his towel. He exposed his
perfectly formed buttocks to us on purpose. He opened the
door much more slowly than he had to, no doubt to be sure to
give us a good look. He walked out. I said to David, "I'm
going to leave. If he wants you, he'll come back in. If he
wants me, he'll tell me outside." I left.

Young Businessman pulled on his boxers as I stood naked
behind him. "What?" I asked, "You're not going to shower
before you go up to your room?" "I've got a nice shower in
my room," he replied. Now, the fact that that could be a
great invitational line was not lost on me, but he said it
without any emotion or accompanying looks. He delivered the
line as flat as a bad actor in a bad play. His tone of voice
neither invited me nor pushed me away. Plus, he stood with
his back to me. All I saw was his backside. He did not turn
to look at me. He offered no encouragement.

I once again entered the single shower stall in the men's
room, but this time I didn't pull the curtain closed. I
wanted Young Businessman to see me if he chose to peek. If
he needed encouragement, I wanted to be available. But he
dressed slowly and left.

I dried off slowly so David could watch me through the glass
door to the sauna. I realized the sauna encounter was over,
so I dressed and left. The whole thing had played out in 90
minutes.

PS: The next day, the meeting was all day. But, as
previously planned, I only attended the afternoon session.
It turned out that Young Businessman had attended only the
morning session, so he and I never saw each other. However,
David, looking handsome in a suit and tie, shook hands with
me. We discussed business for a minute or two, and then he
left, saying he didn't need to stay for the afternoon. There
was no awkwardness. It was as if our sauna encounter never
happened. Excellent. That's the way I wanted it.

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