I was pretty tired at the end of another long day of work. I'd been attending meetings in Armonk, NY and just wanted to get back to the hotel to relax. Of course I was also tugged the other way by my libido; it was telling me to go directly to some hot cruising spot and find some big dick to play with in the woods. I overcame the libido and went to the hotel instead. When I pulled into the driveway I was already sporting a boner, thinking of sex (my favorite subject), and wanting it bad. By the time I passed that gorgeous guy at the reception desk, it had gone down enough to let me pass without being noticed. He gave me that "maybe" look as I went by, but I continued to my room. When I got there, I went in and stripped down to my tight white briefs; a pair of low-rise 2Xists. Never being able to resist looking at myself in the mirror when wearing underwear, I stood before the wall-mounted one and rubbed my hands over that growing bulge then turned and did the same over my tight, sexy ass, feeling the material that covered it. All I wanted now was someone else standing there in some similarly tight pair of briefs. Instead, I had to settle for my own growing bulge. After playing with myself for another minute, I decided to put a halt to it and go to the pool and sit in the sauna. I changed into a pair of black Speedos that had some neon hued colors along the front right side. Then I put on some slacks and shirt and went down to the pool. When I got there, no one was around so I put my things in a locker and dove into the pool. After swimming a couple laps, I came out and walked, dripping, to the men's locker room, the Speedos glistening with the water. Again I thought, how sexy, and began to grow a little. I took a towel and went into the dry sauna located in the men's locker room and separated from the rest of the area by a door with a foot square window in the middle. Sitting down on an upper level, I could see out the window into one of the locker rows. Shortly after settling and spreading my legs, slowly rubbing my Speedos and dreaming of some hot underwear sex, I saw a guy walk in who was drop-dead gorgeous: About 20, 6-3, 175" and a swimmer's body. He had curly black hair that cascaded slightly down over his forehead; the most beautiful blue eyes and thick lashes that made you want to lick them. He picked a locker and took off his shirt, putting it in the locker. His chest was hairless and beautiful: great pecs, without being overly muscled. He bent over with his back to me and his ass was outlined in his tight gray pants. The outline of some brief briefs showed as he removed his shoes and socks. Next he slowly removed his pants and put them away with the other things. He was in a black pair of cotton briefs by Lauren. They encased his ass so well they actually defined his ass crack. He was obviously giving his front some type of attention because his arms were moving up and down, as if stroking himself through the cotton. He certainly thought he was alone and not giving me such a great show. I didn't care if he was gay or straight, I was having a great time. In fact, I was more turned on thinking he was straight; a condition that always makes me hornier when having sex with someone. My own cock was now at full attention, all seven thick inches. A couple inches had forced themselves out over the waistband and I was leaking pre-cum already. I was cupping my balls through the tight silky material, slowly rubbing and watching. Our friend was through rubbing himself and now slowly rolled the briefs down his ass and legs, slowly stepping out of them. His next action nearly made me cum: he bunched the briefs in his left hand and put them to his face, obviously inhaling deeply, while running his right hand down his ass and sticking fingers in his ass crack. This lasted nearly a minute before he put them in the locker and took out a pair of white Speedos, which he immediately stepped into and slowly brought them up his legs and then encased his still invisible cock and balls and gorgeous ass. He disappeared from the locker room, probably to swim. I, of course, was now so hot, that the sauna could have been turned off and the temperature would still have been 120! I figured I had at least a half-hour before I was disturbed by his return (if that's what you'd call it). I prepared to relieve my tension and focused on my tightly stretched Speedos. I had my hands in the front, teasing my balls with one and lightly playing with my cockhead with the other. The pre-cum had made a big round dark spot on the Speedos, glistening on the fabric. I had been so focused on my own entertainment that I had not heard someone come into the locker room, cross from the entrance to the sauna and suddenly open the door. There I was sitting with my hands in my Speedos, big hard cock and swollen balls in hand, wet material and all! When the door opened I didn't have time to withdraw before my visitor saw what I was up to. But, even if I had, the evidence was still there in the form of a big 3-inch spot of shiny pre-cum at the end of my bulge that was pointed toward my right side inside the swimming trunks. AND, it probably isn't a surprise to you that it was my dream guy of just a few minutes earlier. He must have decided to just take a few laps before coming into the sauna. I was prepared for all kinds of reactions from disgust to threats to calling the management and complaining that a pervert was sitting in the sauna. Instead I was greeted by a "Hello, my name is Phil, and I assume you go by Aroused?" After which he started laughing. Needless to say, I was pleasantly shocked by his comment and was able to mumble something like... To be continued.
