Ron texted me the next morning, Tuesday.
I'd woken up and video chatted with Tyler and Mel, both looking groggy at 8. Neither of them gets up early and probably hadn't gone to bed at a decent time. Even if they did, Mel's first few nights in the camper are always kind of fitful and...I mean she's in bed with a naked teenager.
For another month and a half. He's 20 in September.
While giving them shit for their disheveled appearance my phone dinged. "What's that?" Mel asked.
I related the events of the previous evening. Todd was a footnote, he was pretty much the same thing every time. Don't need to get into deep discussions.
I mentioned Ron and the details. His confidence or lack thereof, the description of his prick, narrowish shaft with a wide mushroom head, a hair under six inches.
"He apparently lives in that massive retirement community down the road. Says he's got 'some buddies' that like to get together to jack each other off. Said it might be fun to have somebody 'less hetero' around." I shrugged, "Might be interesting. Book club, but blowjobs."
Tyler chuckled. Mel followed with, "So, pivot guy for a bunch of the golf cart set. I guess you can see if he tries to set something up. Could be fun."
The text was pretty bland. He thanked me for the night before and asked my schedule.
I replied back with my working hours and a 'no problem, had a good time".
Seconds later he replied that he would talk to the other guys and see if they could set something up. Would I be interested?
One word reply, 'Sure'.
Work was the same as always. Code, meetings, check Slack, check email, VPN and check hookup sites, call Mel and Tyler.
A text came in right at the end of the workday. Ron was curious if I was available that night. He said a couple guys were interested in a 'meeting'. I answered with another 'sure'. He suggested 9:30 PM.
The gated community is beautiful at the entrance and I gave the burly attendant my name. He gave me the route to one of the several recreation areas and I wound my way to it.
Just about nine, I pulled into the large parking lot across from beautifully manicured yards and attractive craftsman style homes.
To one side, several pickleball courts dominated a field. The other side had a huge pool and hot tub. Behind were a horseshoe pit and corn hole setup.
In the center was a large fieldhouse. Windows dominated the road direction. I'd been told to come in and go to the men's locker room to the left hand side.
The place was well-lit and spacious. Lockers were on the doorway wall as well as to the left and rear. A huge bank also sat in the center near long wooden benches.
A fleet of sinks was visible to the right with an opening to showers. I was told that on the far side of the sinks would be a hallway. Meet Ron and a couple friends in the sauna halfway down.
Everything in the place was top dollar. I kinda wondered if I was going to end up with this sort of offering of amenities when I retired.
A large stand of towels was just inside the door and I grabbed one, stripped and threw my stuff in a locker. A moment later I walked into the shower room and turned on a spigot, kind of shocked at how fast it warmed up.
I'd started soaping myself with the stuff that seemed like the only half-assed part of the entire place. Its generic scent and rough texture against the rest of the place felt cheaper than the surroundings would let on.
Just about as I went towards my legs a man walked in. Just about six feet tall with broad shoulders and a dad-bod, he had a full chest of salt-and-pepper hair that went down to his legs. However his groin was tastefully trimmed. He had a kind of Michael Madsen look to him, with military-buzzed hair and dark eyes.
He nodded my way as I finished sizing him up. His prick had looked very small at first glance, but that was first glance. It wasn't super warm in the place, maybe he'd just come from outside and needed to adapt.
Finishing up I grabbed my towel and after partly drying, went to the hallway. A sign said, 'Dry Sauna: Steam Bath: Massage Room (book appointments)'. I passed the sign to the only thick wooden door in the area.
The small window showed it was dark inside. I could just see several men inside as I opened the heavy wood and went inside.
There were two levels of benches in a U-Shape on all of the walls. The separation between the lower seats on the two walls was only about two and a half feet. The only light in the place was coming in from the window to the hall.
Ron sat there at the end of the benches, looking much more relaxed than he'd been at the gym. His towel was folded under his butt and his head was kicked back on the upper area.
Another older guy, maybe mid 60's, not too tall, with a fully grey mustache and goatee along with a little paunch...almost the duplicate of Ron's...sat to Ron's right. He had his hand wrapped around Ron's casual erection. He was slowly working up the length with a lubricated hand, then over the pronounced head before going back down. He didn't slow or stop as I walked in.
His other hand was pumping his own member. Probably somewhere in the 6.5" range, decently thick with a long tube of foreskin that appeared to match the light color of his complexion exactly. His balls lay between his thighs, large and dangling enough they didn't budge as his hand went up and down.
To my right, two other guys had arms crossed as they slowly worked each other. The closest was heavyset, with a smooth cherubic face. I couldn't place his age. He was pretty much hairless with a few tattoos, including an Army Airborne insignia on his left shoulder. Over the years it had stretched a bit but was still recognizable.
He was equipped with a narrow bit, maybe just over five inches. The tip tapered down from the shaft, never going wider...almost pointed. A bright white circumcision scar was noticable between pumps from his companion.
The man working him was late fifties. He was slender with a build that looked like he enjoyed running. His hair was dissheveled but on the longer side. It seemed like he was bragging against the other guys. He leaned back with his eyes closed and allowed the nearer man to work on him as he complimented the action.
It was a bit longer, the longest in the room. I estimated him to about six and three-quarters, with large, pendulous balls that lay on the dark wood betwen his thighs. It was of average thickness and curved up towards his torso, with a noticeable bend to the right halfway down. The shaft was at least a few shades darker than his skin tone, the head barely lighter.
"You must be Joe." The heavier man to my right said. I nodded and smiled. "Ron tells us you're...a bit more open-minded than just masturbation?"
I nodded again, "I'm a pretty open-minded guy." I sat down to my left, almost directly across from him.
His jacking partner smiled at me, "Well that sounds fun." The baby faced man started to say something as he did, causing an interruption and chuckle between them. "You're...are you gay?"
Ron laughed and answered for me. He looked up as he said, "Joe's married, right?" I nodded at that, spreading my arms along the upper bench. "Something like fifteen years?" I affirmed that as well.
"So you dropped over here while the wife is...asleep?" The thin man across from me asked. I noticed a big drop of precum at his slit, somewhat down-facing at his tip, that rolled over his partner's thumb.
Smiling again I said, "Actually she's in a camper in Southern Illinois with our live-in boyfriend." The two across from me had a different look on their faces now. Something between shock and appreciation.
"Yeah, they're probably very into things right now." I could feel myself getting harder. Just the thought of my two partners getting it on was stimulation.
Ron's handler finally spoke in a light, almost feminine voice, "Lucky man! I wish my wife was as adventurous with me."
Across from me, the chubby guy stood up, "I'm Steven. It's nice to meet you." He didn't offer his hand, rather he took a step and a half and put his erection at my eye level.
I leaned forward and took hold of him. His sack was close to his body, no doubt reacting to the temperature differently than the rest of the cohort. His skin was soft, supple. The turgid frame of his erection was shrouded in flesh, the base somewhere inside his generous tummy. A chaotic map of tiny capillaries was laid out beneath the smooth exterior.
My hand pumped for a few minutes, lazily bringing a drop of clear liquid to the tip. I pulled it away with my thumb and put it into my mouth, savoring his unique, yet familiar flavor.
His voice dropped an octave as he said, "Put it in your mouth." His tone had changed as well. Direct now, less friendly. He wanted to be in charge.
As I opened my mouth and just pressed my lips to his head, he took hold of my skull and pulled me onto him hard. I felt his stomach hit my forehead, my nose hit the flesh of his groin and his narrow head hit my throat.
For only the third time in my life, I've got a regular cock. Very regular, at least every other day. Tyler's 6.75" has let me practice subduing my gag reflex to the point where it's almost gone.
So Steven's prick went completely in with no issues at all.
I began to explore him. He tasted like lube, smelled like fresh sweat from the heat of the room and some of the cheap shower soap. I felt the stubble of a slightly imperfect trim, and loved the idea that it had been done earlier in the day, picturing him taking care of himself. It was...very stimulating.
There was only a second or two of discovery before he pressed my head away from him and his hips backwards. Only the tip was left between my lips.
