The Hunk in the Sauna

The multi-family light-brown house on the straight road came into view several meters ahead. Within minutes I would be entering the first floor apartment, my dwelling for the past eight months.

At a popular hangout for men I had taken a swim in the pool. After my long swim (30 laps) I sat on a white towel provided by the club while the 150 degree air inside a 10' by 10' enclosure opened my pores causing me to perspire.

A strikingly handsome fellow on the opposite side captivated me, a towel covering his lap. His high cheekbones complement a square face framed by dark hair. He has bow-shaped lips, brown eyes and straight nose.

After a few seconds he introduced himself breaking the ice. We fell into easy conversation about exercise, my day job and his, tv shows and actors.

Would this encounter be like two ships that pass in the night? I had left the club by myself and without getting the address of his residence.

I settled into the gray fabric sofa inside my lonely apartment. Instead of watching television I cued up and listened to a novel of gay romance authored by Max Walker.

Before long I found myself thinking about Kyle Jackson, the 45 year old who had engaged me in chit chat inside the sauna.

I would love to sit in a movie theater or take a ride on the Ferris wheel with him. Where does he shop? What does he do when he's not working?

So what if he's 21 years older than me. He's a hunk and he seems intelligent. I wanted to steal a peek at his dick under that towel.

I listened to the novel for about a half hour before taking the decision to call on my landlord Alan Cross. It seemed like a good day to pay the rent and maybe I'll visit with him.

I stood on the deck for a few seconds before the door opened. Alan gestured to me to come inside. Rodney, his longtime husband, took a seat beside him, putting his back to the dining room window.

We chatted over coffee and Italian cookies. I mentioned the hunk in the sauna.

"Sounds like you're smitten," Rod teased.

"He IS hot."

On a subconscious level I harboured regret about not getting contact information.

Rod, a portly gray-haired fellow, poured a second cup of coffee and took another cookie.

Alan gave him a sidelong glance then turned his focus back to me.

"I'm trying to get him to come walking with me."

"Some day," quipped Rod.

"You'd be a lot sexier if you'd lose a few pounds, like 20."

"When did that (my weight) ever stop you?"

Over the next few days I tried not to think about Kyle as patients came to have MRIs. At the same time I found myself secretly hoping to cross paths with him. I found myself subconsciously noticing similar facial features.

The following Saturday brought good, albeit unexpected, fortune. Shortly after 9 30 I spotted Kyle lying in a poolside chaise lounge.

"It's been a Longtime."

"Only a week and a day," he replied, patting the lounge beside him.

Nudity turns out to be acceptable so I had left my underwear in the locker with my pants and shirt. My eyes shifted to his penis which, though flaccid, looked sexy as hell.

"My X boyfriend brought me here when we first started dating."

"Why did you guys break up?"

"It's a long story."


"I have time," I replied.

"We lived together for a few months. I got home one day from a business trip and caught him giving head to a cute blond."

"Had he been cheating for a long time?"

"About a month that I suspected." he replied.

"Sounds like a jerk," I said.

"I deliberately waited to catch him before dumping him. That way he couldn't deny it."

"I never had a boyfriend. I dated girls in high school. Those relationships didn't last long. I came out in college."

He nodded then spoke. "I came out in college. Sophomore year I pledged to a gay fraternity."

I turned my attention to a couple kissing in the hottub. For a few seconds I was captivated.

"Do you like what you see?"

"I do," I said.

He could not help noticing my fingers touching my dick.

"My landlord is gay. He's in his sixties and lives with his husband."

"They're are a lot of gays in this town."

"He's fit. His husband is portly."

Kyle didn't reply to that.

The two men whom I had been watching had gone, probably to a room upstairs.

Keith spoke freely. "I was afraid to come out in high school, afraid of my parents. I knew I was gay. I just didn't act on it. I didn't date girls."

"Were you looking at porn back then?"

"What guy doesn't," he challenged.

A couple nearby was fondling each other.

"Do guys masturbate here?"

He declined to answer my question.

After a few seconds he said, "you can if you want to."

There was no question in my mind that men indulged in sex in this club. Many couples probably came here seeking a hookup.

I closed my hand loosely around my manhood making it stiffen quickly.

"Do it," he encouraged.

I tightened my grip on my erection and rubbed rapidly.

Keith watched me masturbating. Meanwhile he told sanitized stories about dating his former boyfriend.

"Use your imagination. It's good for jerking off."

My hand had been busy for roughly two minutes before the ejaculation deposited streaks of white fluid on my lower torso. My hand opened and went to my side.

"I'll bet you do that often."

I declined to reply.

He suggested that we go for "pizza and beer"

"Are you asking me for a date?"

"If that's ok," he replied.

"That's ok."

A few minutes past noon we had taken a table at a popular pizza restaurant. A waiter would bring one large Margarita pizza, a pitcher of beer and two mugs.

'What do you do for a living?"

"Ultrasound," I replied.

"I'm a mechanical engineer with the same company since I graduated college."

"More than 20 years," I said then took another bite of pizza.

"Yup," he replied.

We came back to my apartment to find Alan and Rodney working outside. They turned to watch us coming onto the property.

"This is Keith, my boyfriend."

Keith shook hands with Alan and his husband.

In the privacy of my livingroom I pulled him into a kiss that released years of pent up passion. His jeans barely hid an erection that I wanted.

We settled into the sofa, or at least he did. Naked, I went to my knees putting my face in his lap. His large cock slid over my lip toward my throat and back. My tongue swiped the shaft tasting the succulent morsel as my head bobbed slowly.

Meanwhile my own hand slid up and down along my own shaft. I would have an orgasm, hopefully at the same instant that his cock ejaculates. I would have no reservations about swallowing his cum.