A Chance Visit

I decided to leave it a day before sending Matt a message on a pleasant Sunday morning.

"Hey Matt, it's Tom. I won't push on a coffee in case you were just being polite! But if you're still up for it I'd like that. I'll even put on trousers". 

Message sent, I was up and out early today. I had just finished a good gym session, and today it was largely just a cardio session. The gym I went to was part of a hotel complex. It wasn't the best gym in the world, but because it was part of a gym it also had a swimming pool, sauna and steam room. 

After a long stint on the treadmill and cross trainer, I grabbed a quick shower and change then made my way to the sauna.

Truth be told, much though I liked thinking about Matt, by the time I achily sat down on the hot wooden benches I wasn't thinking about him or anything much at all. 

I love sitting in this sauna. If it's empty, it's a nice space to switch off. If it's not, the people usually here are quite cute or hot. Straight guys staying for a stag weekend, discussing football, sex and lads lads lads. Cute couples who flirt with each other and have the occasional "secret" grope while they think nobody's watching. 

Today, it was empty. To be fair, it was a warm Sunday and plenty people would be out enjoying the weather. Just as I was sitting back and shutting my eyes, I heard the door open. 

A man walked in tight fitting Speedo shorts. They were one of those pairs that were made up of about 50 different colours. He was probably in his 30s, with vibrant but well maintained ginger curly hair, a bare chest but for a hot trail running to his shorts. He carried a bit of weight, but carried it wonderfully well. He clearly stayed fit - he was just beginning to see the effects of drinking and eating too. 

I'd never seen him before, and couldn't help but enjoy the view from the corner of my eye. He smiled.

"Hey, room for one more"? 

"Good morning - of course!"

He sat on the bench directly opposite me, legs quite widely spread and an air of confidence and comfort with his appearance. As he was chatty, I thought I'd strike up a conversation.

"Are you a regular or staying at the hotel?"

"I'm staying here for a few days with work. Now COVID is hopefully fucking off, I travel around the country delivering training."

"That's cool. Although lots of lonely time in hotels?"

"Sometimes it's a slog for sure. I miss my wife and kids."

"I bet. Sorry man".

"All good. How about you mate, are you married? Or too young to settle down?"

"No, not married. Happily single?"

"Not found the right girl?"

"Not found the best guy". I politely corrected.

"Ah."

I was in a playful mood.

"All the best sexy ginger men are married with children already, you see".

He didn't react that, except to rub some sweat off his chest.

"Is that right? Well, fair enough."

"I'm Tom", extending my hand to him.

He shook it without saying his name in return. How beautifully discreet. 

"Nice to meet you, Tom. I should get going".

He then quickly got up and walked out. I was a bit taken aback, but nevermind. Maybe I'd been a bit too forward. 

I shut my eyes for a few moments more then picked myself up off the sweat-filled bench and made my way back to the showers. 

The changing rooms were starting to fill up now as the lazy Sunday gym goers were waking up from their hangovers and heading for a workout. 

I passed the first few busy shower cubicles to find an empty one. They all had frosted glass doors and partitions, with a mirror at the end for the Instagram-selfie-towel-around-the-waist crowd. 

As I walked towards an free cubicle, I passed a running shower with an open door. The unnamed man was so confident he was butt naked showing himself to anyone that walked past. 

His arse was beautiful. The sort of arse you'd perv on in the gym, zoom in on during a football game, or just follow around a shopping centre no matter where it took you. 

He turned only his head around, smiling at me with the knowing confidence of a sexy straight man who could call upon the services of any hungry gay he encountered in a city spa hotel. His curly hair was now wet and falling over his forehead. 

"You took your time". 

"I... what?"

He turned fully around, showing an erection that would have kept my door open for any box delivery yesterday. His dick was uncut, at least 7” long, chunky too, with a beautiful little glistening end due to the precum that had started to mix with the water. He kept his cock hair gorgeously. Quite thick right above his cock but completely shaven all around it. 

He made no beckoning motion but I was drawn in like a moth to a curly, bright and flickering ginger flame. I walked in, closing the frosted glass behind me. I lobbed my towel over the door. I went to say that this was a pleasant turn up for the books, but he put his finger on my lips. 

At this point, I should say that we all know what happens next. I know what happens next. This is not my first time meeting a visiting stranger in these cubicles. I was very, very ready to get on my knees, take his juicy cock in my mouth and let him walk away, get dressed and phone his wife. 

But this was a bit different. He turned around, bent over slightly and spread his gorgeous, gorgeous arse. I think he must get it waxed, crack and all.

"Tongue my fucking hole", he whispered.

I didn't need persuading. I got on my knees, felt the water trickle down my face from the shower above. I stroked his calves with my hands. He washed his body with hot water as I enjoyed myself.

I continued to move my hands up his legs, settling for a nice while on his thighs. They weren't tree trunks, but they weren't breadsticks either. Just beautifully formed, lived-in chunky legs that it would have been a pleasure to massage. But that's not why I was there. 

My eyes focused on my prize: a hole with a hint of a pink tinge. A ginger stubble surrounded it that suggested he did indeed get waxed or shaved regularly. The lucky therapist who did that must have a few stories to tell.

I placed my tongue on his lower back, enjoying smelling that gym whiff combined with his washed body. I worked my tongue down to his left cheek, giving it a playful little nibble. I did the same to the right cheek.

My left hand was under his balls, gently massaging his perineum with my thumb. His moans were getting more audible, and he quite clearly couldn't give a fuck about any fellow changers that were occupying other cubicles.

I was so horny for him and I didn't need to spend hours on my knees on a hard shower floor. I got my tongue straight and deep into his hole. He jolted forward and put his hands on the wall. I got both my hands and spread his arse wide and spat on his hole. Man, another time I'll bend his arse over and test his hotel bedsprings. But for now, my tongue was the lucky one, just tasting every single bit of him. 

For a second, I kneeled back just to enjoy the sight in front of me. But his moans almost became a demanding groan at the absence of my tongue on his hole. 

"I'm gonna cum".

He quickly spun around. He'd barely touched his cock but he was throbbing. Clearly this man enjoys the touch of a tongue. 

Before I could stay too proud of my work, he thrust his cock in my mouth, grabbed the back of my head with his left hand and facefucked me. I saw his eyes were shut and he clearly didn't give one little bit of shit about me. I loved it. 

Within 10 seconds, I was tasting his sweet load drenching my throat. I grabbed his arse cheeks as he shot, holding his cock in my mouth to enjoy every last drop. He was impressively silent as he came, only showing his release through his jolting movements and hot sweaty spunk. His arse was clenched so hard in my hands. 

He almost fell over me as his hands held my shoulders for support. He gently pushed my face off his cock, brought me to my feet and opened the door. He then turned around and continued his shower. The obnoxious fucking Adonis had got what he needed from me and I was worthless to him now. I both resented him and wanted him to visit regularly. 

I jumped in the next door cubicle, took of my trunks with some difficulty. Tempting though it was to wank right there and then, I enjoy too much the build up of spunk in me; the teasing sensation of knowing how violent that cum explosion is going to be for the lucky mouth or hole that's eventually on the receiving end of it. 

Instead, I showered and tried to let my erection subside before returning to the changing rooms, where the married muscular ginge had already scarpered.  A couple of people looked at me as if wondering if I was the cause of some of the audible shenanigans in the showers. I looked back with pride, trying to suggest that any of them would be welcome to join me another time. 

I got dressed, left and wandered home in the Sunday sun. My phone vibrated. 

"Tom! Mate, I'd genuinely like that. You seem such a sound lad. How about next weekend?"

Much though I'd just enjoyed my Sunday brunch from the obnoxious straight man, my heart jumped at the prospect of seeing this genuinely gorgeous and kind straight man in just a few days. 

"Great! It's a date".