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I've written a lot of stories about a variety of fantasies and things I wish had happened. Every now-and-then something actually does happen that seems to come out of nowhere. The incident in this tale is true, though embellished a little for better reading.
The story is short and quick, just like the actual event. Sometimes the memory of brief encounters can be even more erotic.
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I needed this vacation in the worst way. Work was bringing me down, and stress seemed to build deeper every day. My wife and I have had a time-share in Mexico for several years, and enjoy our annual pilgrimage for sun and relaxation. It's a two bedroom unit, so we invited another couple to share in the easy time at the resort. There was no real agenda, and none of us felt the need to entertain the others. If something sounded good, we may all go, or not.
As everyone else sat on the beach and enjoyed the surf and sand, I decided to use the gym and burn-off the added calories of vacation food. As usual, I struck a casual conversation with the guy on the treadmill next to me. We chatted about the weather, how long we'd been members, and other mundane topics. I finished my run, and left the other gentleman to do his thing. The resort had a spa facility in the same building, so I grabbed a quick rinse and decided to relax in the hot tub. The men's and women's areas were separate, so it was no big deal to use the sauna, steam room, or hot tub in the nude. Some guys are a bit more modest, so some wear swim-trunks. I was enjoying the warm water and piped-in soothing music, when my treadmill buddy came into the area.
"Hey man...seems like early October is the time to be here...hardly anybody around." He said, noticing only myself and one other guy in the large hot tub. "Seems like the women's area is always busy...but us guys never have to worry about crowds."
I gave a friendly wave, and thought to myself that he was right. It seemed strange that more men didn't take advantage of the spa area...it was truly first-class. "I certainly won't complain. It's nice to have this refuge from my wife and friends, at least for a little while."
"I hear you. I'm with my wife and two daughters. I love them to death...but even an hour away can be relaxing." He said with a chuckle.
The man dropped his towel onto a nearby chaise and walked toward the hot tub. About ten years older than me, likely in his early fifties, he still had a great physique and obviously took care of himself. The salt-and-pepper hair and grey patches on his neatly trimmed chest gave him a dignified look. I gave quick notice to his crotch as he entered the water and thought to myself "I hope I look that good at his age. He must be a shower and not a grower", and grinned in response to my lurid thoughts.
"The name's Neil, by the way." He said, reaching out a hand as he sat across from in the bubbling water.
"I'm Mark...it's nice to meet you." I replied while shaking his hand and noticing his firm grip. As we talked about nothing in particular, it was clear he had a very strong personality. He's the type of guy who borders on arrogant, but has the cool confidence to pull it off without being a jerk.
After about five minutes, I knew I needed to get back to my wife and friends, so I said my farewells and left the hot-tub. It could have been my imagination, but Neil seemed stare at me longer than the usual "quick glance, then turn away" that most men do in locker rooms and public showers. I really didn't care, and thought nothing more of it while getting dressed and leaving.
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I skipped a day of workout, so two days later I was back at the gym and spa facility. After finishing my usual routine, I decided to try the steam room in the spa. When I walked into the warm fog of the room, I saw Neil sitting there. He was nude, sitting on a towel, and leaning back against the wall behind him. Keeping my towel around my waist, I sat down on the tiled bench against the adjacent wall. Two other men were there when I arrived, but left after a few minutes. Neil then stood up and began doing stretching exercises.
"I like to take advantage of the warm moist air...seems to ease the muscles a bit." He said while bending down to touch his toes.
"Yeah...I've done that too...especially after long runs." I said, standing up after he sat back down, and leaving my towel on the bench. "Sounds like a good suggestion after all that walking around town yesterday."
We traded idle chit-chat in the dense steam, and I found myself admiring his well-toned body. Men sometimes catch my attention, and I'm not opposed to some fun with the right guy, but it's mostly the stuff of fantasies. Generally, older guys aren't my type, but Neil had a look and attitude that seemed appealing. His cock was about five inches flaccid, and hung down over his loose balls in the hot, humid air. Occasionally, I spied him tugging at his dick and scratching his balls, providing entertainment to my illicit voyeurism. I was starting to run-out of things to talk about, so I decided to leave before it seemed like I was hanging around too long.
"Maybe I'll catch you later, man." I said, reaching to shake his hand. "Only two more days left for me to take advantage of all this before heading home."
"Same for me...can't say I'm looking forward to the mountain of work that awaits me. But all good things have to end, I suppose."
I left the steam room satisfied with being able to take another long look at an above-average mature man. While I've had a few encounters with men, separated by long dry-spells in-between, I still mainly enjoy just being able to appreciate the male form. Sometimes it can be just as attractive and sensual as the most beautiful woman.
