Gay Erotic Stories

I was on a business trip in Las Vegas, and was staying at one of the large "theme hotels" on the main strip. It was Monday night, and I would be there for another 6 days. I had been out to dinner with clients, then to see a late show at Caesars. At 29, I am a handsome, in-shape guy with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, and most clients like dealing with me, as I like to have fun during business dinners; having drinks, laughing, staying out late dancing, etc. But this night I wanted to relax. After the show, I said goodnight to my clients, and went up to my room and decided to take a bath. While I was drawing the bath, I noticed a pamphlet for the hotel's spa on my dresser. It said that in the spa were 2 large Jacuzzi baths, a steam room, a sauna, and masseurs, that it was private to men only (there was a second one for women), and that they were open 24 hrs. Who needed my small bath, when I could have a steam, and dry sauna with it? I immediately turned off the water to my bath, put my clothes back on, and went down to the spa. When I arrived at the two glass doors that led to the spa, a handsome dirty blonde guy, in his late twenties/early thirties, was letting down the blinds. I smiled, and started to open the door. "Excuse me," I said. "I'm sorry, we're closing," he told me. "What? I thought you were open 24 hours..." "Sorry, only Thursday through Sunday. My apologies." Looking let down, I said," I guess I'll just have to take a bath in my room after all." I gave a small smile, and turned to walk away. "Hey, listen," the blonde guy called," I was going to stay after and relax in the baths myself, so, if you'd like to, you can join me." "Oh, no. That's all right. I wouldn't want to--" "No, I insist. I'd hate to think you have to go back up to your room for a bath when you could have one with a waterfall and massaging jets." He looked at me for a moment with smile on his face. "If you're sure it'll be okay," I said. "Positive. It's just me closing alone, so it'll be like have your own private spa." He held out his hand as I walked in the door,“ My name's Paul." "Derec," I told him. He locked the door after me." Lemme show you around, Derec." We walked into the "main" room, which had the 2 large Jacuzzi baths. One was enormous--at least 30 feet long by about 6 feet wide, and was kidney shaped. This one had bath-temperature water, I was told. A waterfall from large gray rocks along the back wall emptied warm water into it. The second bath was a rectangular one (about 6 feet wide by 15 feet long) ran along side a glass-bricked wall on the right side of the room. This was the hot water Jacuzzi. The two baths were attached at one point towards the back of the room (where the waterfall stopped) and had a tiled divider between the two. A third small, round ice-cold pool was placed in the crook of the kidney shaped bath. Across from the baths was a glass/wood door to the large dry sauna. It had 3 levels of seats, and was L-shaped. I found that the glass brick wall was one of the walls to the steam room that was even larger than the sauna. A large, round showerhead hung from the ceiling toward the middle of the glass-bricked wall with a pull chain for water. Paul showed me the individual massage cabins, the TV lounge, the showers, and lastly the lockers. "You can leave your clothes in here, there's a robe and slippers for your comfort, and there are clean towels stacked everywhere. I'm gonna go close out, and will join you in about 15 minutes." "Sounds good,” I said, and began to take off my t-shirt. As Paul walked away, I looked at his physique. He was lean, with a great chest, back, tight muscular arms, and what looked like a great ass. He definitely worked out. I took off my clothes, threw on my robe and slippers, and walked into the main room. Paul was at the front desk and smiled as I walked by. "Let me turn down the lights a bit," he said. With that, the overhead lights in the main room faded to the lowest they could, and the lights in the 2 Jacuzzis went dim as well. " Enjoy," he added, and then walked to away to (I assume) the back office. I took off my robe, and stepped into the large warm bath, and made my way over to the waterfall. I soaked my body under it, and sat against a water-jet, letting it massage my lower back. After about 10 minutes, I slowly stepped out of the Jacuzzi, gabbed a few towels, and entered the sauna. I placed a towel on the second level seats, and laid my naked body facedown atop it, using a second towel as a pillow. Within 5 minutes of me lying there (nearly falling asleep) the door opened, and Paul entered wearing a towel around his waist. He sat on the third level across from me looking down onto my exposed body. "You look comfortable,” he said. "Thanks to your generosity, I am," I replied. "So, what brings you to Las Vegas?" he asked. We talked about why I was there, where he was from, etc. All the while he talked, I thought about what he would look like naked, and how I wish he'd take off his towel. I tried my hardest to keep eye contact with his deep green eyes, but I slipped and checked out his body a few times. It was very athletic, and hard--great pecs, defined abs, etc. My own cock was getting hard under me! I had pointed it downwards when I laid myself down, so it was between my legs and killing me! I told him I going to get some water, and was going to jump into the Jacuzzi, and asked if he wanted something to drink, as well. "Sure, water's great," he said" I'll meet you there." I tried to get up without him seeing my visible 7.5-inch erection, but I'm sure he saw it through my towel. I tried to hold my second towel in front of it, but it was even more obvious I was trying to hide. I went into the lounge and grabbed 2 large bottled waters, waiting for my erection to go down. After about 2 minutes, I went back. Paul was sitting in the hot bath along the separation wall. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was slightly opened, as if he was enjoying himself. I took off my towel, hoping that Paul wouldn't notice my semi, and quickly stepped into the warm bath. Paul opened his eyes and looked directly at me, and then at my cock. I made my way toward the separation, and handed him his water. "These jets feel great," I said; as I sat back and pushed my lower back onto one. "In more ways than one," he said. "Huh?" I asked. "Nothing. Just talking out loud," he replied. I noticed he was sitting sideways, with both legs up on the tiled seat of the tub. Wondering why, I did the same. A rush of powerful warm water raced along the tip of my cock. I reached down, and steadied my dick so that it was being blasted. It was getting harder than it had been in the sauna. I closed my eyes, and leaned my head back. I now got why he looked so content... "Wow. These jets DO feel good," I told him, then opened my eyes to look at him. His head was also back with his eyes closed. "How hot is it in over there?" "A little too hot," he said. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "I think I'll move over there." With that, he stood up on the seat, lifted his right leg and stepped over the separating wall. Between his legs was the most amazing cock I had ever seen. It was (half hard) about 8 inches, proportionately thick, and surrounded by brown pubes. Paul quickly sat down directly across from me. "Sorry about that," he said, "I guess I'm just now starting to relax..." "I had the same problem in the sauna--which I'm sure you noticed when I got up." "It was hard not to, pardon the pun. Hey, don't be embarrassed. Most men who walk around here have hard-ons. It's very natural when you're relaxing." He paused. "Do you still have a semi now?" "No," I replied. "It's completely hard." Paul smiled at me. "Would you like something that will relax you even more?" "Sure," I replied. I almost came right there! "Give me your right foot... I'll give you a foot massage," he said. I, sadly, gave him my right foot (wishing it was my cock), and let him massage my foot with his thick, strong hands. It felt amazing. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed it. When he had finished the right foot, he set it between his legs, my heel resting on the tiled seat. My big toe brushed along his hard cock. "Sorry." "Don't be," he told me. With that, he moved my foot toward it for another feel. It felt even bigger than what I had remembered seeing. I slowly rubbed it up and down. "How does that feel?" he asked. "It feels like you've got something to be very proud of." "You think so? I believe all 10 inches off it are enjoying your touch. How about yours?" He pushed his foot into my crotch and rubbed my raging cock. I let out a soft moan. " Well, you should be proud, as well, Derec. Feels rock hard. Thick. 8 inches?" "It's no 10 inches, but it works." Suddenly Paul stood up and climbed onto the seat against the waterfall, letting the waterfall over his hot, tan body. His huge, thick cock was staring at me face level. It was definitely bigger than the semi I had seen before, in fact, amongst the most I beautiful I have ever seen before! Now rock-hard, it pointed straight out, water dripping off of it; the head red with color. "Would you like to taste it?" I stood up, and walked to him, my hard prick peeking up out of the water. I opened my mouth wide, and took in his stiff dick, slowly sucking it. I licked his shaft and low hanging balls, all the while stroking myself. He looked down at me and said," Come stand up here with me. I want you to taste something else." I stepped up onto the tiled seat. "What?" He moved his face toward mine. "My tongue." He kissed me, and grabbed my dick, and began stroking it. I grabbed his, while the warm water fell across our bodies as we deeply kissed each other. "You wanna go in the steam room for a bit?" he asked.