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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 46: Aria
November 2010
"You've got to check out Aria the next time you go to Vegas," Dylan told me after he returned from a July 4th Vegas vacation. "It's way classier than Mandalay Bay."
The Aria Resort and Casino had opened in Las Vegas in December 2009, and I'd been hearing good things about the hotel. Dylan was the first of my friends to actually stay there, and he returned from his vacation raving about it. Of course, I had only one question.
"How's the spa?" I asked.
"Pretty nice, actually," Dylan replied. "Though not as much cruising as Mandalay Bay, if that's what you're interested in."
I grinned. "You know I am."
"Well, the spa seems popular with the straights," he explained. "Lots of guys wearing swim trunks. The thing is, there's an outdoor co-ed pool connecting the men's and women's spas, and so a lot of the guys go out to the pool to meet up with their wives or girlfriends. And since swim trunks are required in the co-ed pool, the guys just wear them in the spa, too."
"That sounds like a bummer," I said, thinking that Aria didn't sound that great if it was just going to have a bunch of dudes walking around in their swim trunks.
Dylan suddenly perked up, excited to tell me about one more thing. "But then there's the steam room. You gotta check out the steam room."
"So there are three hot jacuzzis and one cold plunge," the tall, burly Latino spa attendant said as he pointed out the four square-shaped pools arranged in a square in the middle of the wet area of the Spa at Aria. He was giving me a quick tour of the men's spa since it was my first visit there.
He looked like he might have been a former college football player. Even though he was dressed in business casual wear, with dark slacks and a dark gray dress shirt with a collar that seemed to strangle his incredibly thick neck, I could tell his bulky body was packed with thick muscles. He had a cute, dopey face that signaled that he was probably only in his mid-20s, but his head was completely shaved bald, which made him look older.
I'd noticed that the three spa attendants who'd greeted me upon arriving at the Aria spa were all big and burly, and I wondered whether they only hired guys who fit that physical type. The spa attendant who was giving me the tour was the only one who was dressed so formally, though.
He pointed to our left. "There's the door to the co-ed pool on the balcony. You have to wear a swimsuit if you go out there."
"Yeah, I heard about that," I replied, holding up a small bag that contained my swim trunks.
"But the rest of the men's spa is clothing optional," the spa attendant continued, pointing across the wet area to two doors on the opposite side of the room. "There's the dry red cedar sauna and the steam room."
Sure enough, at that moment, the door to the steam room opened, and a middle-aged dad-type wearing fluorescent green swim trunks exited with a towel slung over his shoulder. He was one of the straight guys in swim trunks that Dylan had warned me about.
The spa attendant walked me back to the locker and changing area, closer to the entrance to the spa. "This here's your locker," he said to me as he handed me a wristband with the locker number etched on it and showed me how to program in a 4-digit code to lock and unlock my locker. "Don't hesitate to ask us if you want anything."
"Thanks," I replied, resisting the urge to tell him that what I wanted at that moment was to swallow his cum. I'd heard horror stories about uptight spa attendants at Vegas spas, so I needed to be careful around them.
The moment I opened the door to the Aria spa steam room and stepped inside with a towel wrapped around my waist, I immediately understood why Dylan liked it so much. The first thing I noticed was that it was so large and cavernous, and so dimly lit and steam-filled, that I couldn't see the back of the steam room. That meant that guys in the back of the room were invisible to anyone just entering and had plenty of time to cover up and compose themselves if caught in a compromising position.
The second thing about the Aria steam room, Dylan had told me, was that it never got too hot, which made it easy to stay in there for upwards of half an hour before needing to cool off. This made it the ideal place for extended periods of play.
Of course, as I'd already seen, the downside was that it also made it popular with straight guys with no interest in gay sex who also enjoyed spending upwards of half an hour in the steam room, killing any hopes of fun.
The steam room was shaped like a square, with two levels of granite seating running along the left and right sides of the room. As I walked towards the back of the room, I saw that there was an alcove in the rear left corner of the room with a cold shower. I noticed the shadowy shape of someone sitting on the lower level of the left side of the room, so I decided to head to the rear right corner of the room, where I sat down and threw open my towel.
I peered across the room to the guy sitting on the other side. The steam generator had just filled the room with a dense cloud of steam, so he was nothing more than a nebulous shadow. As the steam slowed dissipated, the man slowly came into focus.
As he did, I saw that he was a bearish, swarthy guy with brown skin, a neatly trimmed and sculpted beard, and a furry chest. He looked like he had a rough but handsome face. He might have been Middle Eastern, or possible of Mediterranean descent. He had his towel open, and even though I couldn't get a good view of his cock, it did allow me to see something very intriguing: two cool-looking artificial legs made of gleaming metal. The guy was a double amputee.
He had his hands resting at his sides, seemingly making no attempt to touch his cock, so I couldn't tell whether he was interested in playing. I just sat with my hands covering up my own cock, playing it cool as I tried to figure out his intentions.
Finally, after a few minutes, the guy stood up to go rinse under the cold shower, and when he did, he seemed to intentionally walk right in front of me. It gave me a good view of his artificial legs, two titanium poles that seemed to flex with each step that he took with his shoe-clad artificial feet. He walked to the shower with confident strides, which also gave me a good view of his huge, fully erect cock. Now that it was obvious that he was showing off his erection to me, I immediately grabbed my own cock and began jerking off as I watched him rinse his body under the cold shower.
He shut off the shower and turned to me, but instead of returning to his seat across the room, he walked over to me and sat down next to me, his beer can thick, uncut, nine-inch cock poking straight up from his lap. He smiled as he watched me pump my cock with my fist, then wrapped his strong fingers around his own shaft and began jerking on it.
We looked up into each other's eyes, both of us smiling as we shared this moment together. I could now see that he was in his mid-30s. He looked like he'd probably once had a muscular, athletic body, but he'd softened and filled out into his current bearish form, likely after losing his legs.
It wasn't long before I couldn't resist taking it to the next level. I leaned over and filled my mouth with as much of his cock as I could. It was so huge that there was no way I could take it all in, so I wrapped my fingers around the thick base and pumped on it as I sucked on the rest.
He grunted and moaned as I blew him, his artificial legs squeaking rhythmically as he thrust his hips to fuck my mouth. After a couple of minutes, he let out a long, loud groan as his cock pulsed in my mouth, flooding my mouth with hot cum. He sighed as I swallowed it down, enjoying its warmth as it flowed down my throat to my stomach.
His cock was so big and beautiful that I just suckled on it for what seemed like a full minute before letting it slowly slip out of my mouth. I sat up and looked at the satisfied look on his handsome face. He then reached over and grasped my still erect cock and began masturbating me. That's when I noticed the U.S.M.C. tattoo on his bicep.
"You were a Marine?" I asked.
"That's right," he replied. "And yeah, that's how I got these." He patted one of his titanium legs with his other hand.
"I'm sorry," I said, but I immediately felt stupid for saying it. I didn't know what else to say, though.
He chuckled. "Don't be. I may be missing a couple of legs, but I know I'm blessed in other departments." He grinned, and that's when I realized that his massive cock was still rock-hard and standing at full attention.
I reached over and wrapped my hand around his beer can cock. The former Marine and I sat side-by-side as we both pumped each other's cocks with our fists. We stared into each other's eyes again, our faces leaning closer and closer as we jerked each other off with growing fervor. It felt like our lips might meet and we would engage in a kiss, but before that could happen, I saw his eyes rolling back.
"I'm gonna cum again," he moaned.
"I'm cumming, too," I moaned back.
We both breathed heavily, our moans building into loud groans. Even though he'd already cum only a few minutes earlier, he actually beat me to another orgasm, his thick shaft throbbing in my hand as jets of thick jizz erupted from his cock and coated my fingers.
The sight of his spurting cock triggered my own orgasm, and ropes of my sperm shot out of my pulsing cock and splattered onto the floor of the steam room as waves of pleasure rolled through my shaking body.
"Oh fuck, that's fucking hot," the former Marine murmured as he watched my load splattering on the floor. He massaged my still throbbing cock, milking out more jets of cum.
When it was all over, both of our hands were coated with each other's semen. We both held up our hands and licked them, tasting the other's juices.
"Thanks, man," he finally said before standing up to leave.
"Thank you for your service," I replied, causing him to chuckle as he exited.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," the stocky, mustached, silver-haired daddy grunted as he thrust his hips, plunging his stiff, six-inch cock into my mouth over and over again.
He was fucking my mouth in the red cedar sauna at the Aria spa, which was quite a risky thing to be doing since there was no warning if someone was about to open the door to the sauna and nothing to hide any activity going on inside.
Still, the stocky daddy and I had gotten so horny staring at one another in the sauna that we didn't care that we might be caught by some unsuspecting straight bro who was uncomfortable with nudity, let alone catching a big fat bear getting mouth-fucked by a daddy twice his age. We didn't even care that it was probably 160 degrees in the sauna and that there was the very real danger of dehydration and heat exhaustion.
No, instead I just sat there on the hot cedar wood planks while this sixty-year-old stocky daddy stood on the lower level of seating next to me with one leg bent up so that his foot rested on the upper level of seating. This gave him the perfect position to grip the sides of my head and fuck my face with a fierceness that belied his gentle, grandfatherly demeanor.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he cried out as his hands gripped my head even tighter. He shoved his cock all the way into my mouth and held it there as his body trembled.
I felt his cock throbbing in my mouth as it ejaculated his load of sperm. He grunted like an animal as he deposited his cum down my throat.
"Oh fuck," he growled as he shuddered. "My wife would never let me do that to her."
I almost choked on his cum when I heard that. I was going to need more details.
"Yeah, my wife hates sucking cock," the stocky daddy explained as he reclined naked on a towel in the steam room.
After he'd blown his load in my mouth in the sauna, we'd both retired to the steam room to relax. I sat on the left side of room, while the stocky daddy lay on his towel on the other side as he elaborated on his married life.
"Well, you're not the first married guy I've blown," I responded.
He laughed. "Yeah, well, there're a lot of men like me whose wives won't suck their cocks. In my case, my wife actually gave me permission to go and get blowjobs elsewhere. She just doesn't know that I like getting blown by other men. They just suck cock better."
"I've heard that, too," I said. "Takes a dude to know what other dudes like."
"If only our grandkids knew what I do when I go to the spa."
My cock was stiff as a rod as I listened to this for real grandfather talking about getting his cock sucked by guys at the spa. It was getting late in the afternoon, and I hadn't shot a load since getting jerked off by the disabled former Marine that morning. I was eager to cum with someone again one more time before the end of the day, but I knew that the stocky daddy wasn't interested in getting me off.
The door to the steam room opened, and the burly, bald-headed Latino spa attendant who'd given me a tour of the spa that morning walked into the steam room, still fully dressed in his dress shirt, slacks, and leather shoes. He'd actually been coming into the steam room every fifteen minutes or so to pick up used towels or empty plastic water bottles that had been discarded in the steam room. He looked like a security guard, and it made me and other customers a little nervous whenever he stepped into the steam room and walked around the room.
I covered up my erection with my hands as the spa attendant walked past me.
"Need anything?" he asked. "Bottled water, cold towel?"
"No, I'm good," I replied, surprised that he was providing this level of service.
It made me wonder if he usually did this with other spa customers, or if he was flirting with me. But it also made me wonder if he was patrolling the steam room to crack down on sexual activity.
"What's his deal?" I asked the stocky daddy after the spa attendant left.
"He's been doing that all afternoon," he replied. "I think he's just eager for a good tip at the end of the day, but I'm pretty sure he knows what's going on in the steam room, and he doesn't care."
It was almost five o'clock, and I was still in the steam room. The stocky daddy and seemingly most of the other spa customers had left for the day. Now it was just me and a young jock, who was sitting across the room from me with his towel wrapped tightly around his waist, obviously not interested in playing.
It was a disappointing end to my day at the spa. And to make matters worse, the burly spa attendant kept coming into the steam room and making his rounds, only now he seemed to be interrupting every five minutes, still fully dressed and looking like a security guard.
At this point, I was just desperate for any kind of attention, and I didn't even bother covering up my stiff cock when the spa attendant came in and walked around the room. Apparently, the young jock got tired of the interruptions and left without ever showing me his dick.
The next time the spa attendant came into the steam room, I was the only one there. Instead of just making his usual clean-up routine, he stayed in the room for a couple of minutes, stretching his arms, walking back and forth, pretending to check the steam room shower, and once again asking me if I needed anything like a bottle of water or a fresh towel.
During this whole time, my cock was stiff and practically dripping because it was becoming obvious that he was totally cruising me. I was just about to ask him if he would show me his dick when he left the steam room, presumably because he had to get back to work.
Fifteen minutes passed, and I didn't see him again. Finally, I had to leave the steam room to cool off, finding there were still a couple of middle-aged men relaxing in the hot pools outside the steam room, but they were both wearing swim trunks.
And there was no sign of the burly spa attendant anywhere. After cooling off in a lounge chair for a few minutes, I went back into the steam room and sat down to stew in my disappointment that I'd missed my opportunity with the cute burly spa attendant.
Well, I thought to myself, I might as well empty my balls before leaving the spa for the day. Since I was all alone in the steam room, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and began jerking off, eager to pump out a load.
That's when the door to the steam room suddenly opened, and there he was, the burly Latino spa attendant, his thick, beefy, fuzzy body naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist as if he were just another spa customer.
And that's when I realized that it was just past five o'clock. His work shift at the spa had just ended, and as an employee, he was free to use the spa.
He marched purposefully into the steam room, sat down across the room from me, and threw open his towel to reveal his already erect seven-inch cock standing at full attention. With zero pretense, he grabbed his erection with his hand and began pumping away. We stared at one another across the steam room, feasting our eyes on each other's bodies as we jerked off together.
After a couple of minutes, I stood, walked across the room to him, and wrapped my hand around his thick cock, rubbing it as he gazed up at me. From his expression, he seemed to be in almost as much disbelief as I was that this was happening. In all my years of going to spas, I'd never once had an experience with a spa attendant.
Boisterous laughter suddenly erupted outside the steam room, probably from one of the middle-aged dudes in swim trunks I'd seen earlier. Afraid that someone might walk into the steam room and catch me with the spa attendant's dick in my hand, I returned to my spot across from him, and we both continued to jerk off to each other.
Having been eager to cum all afternoon, I couldn't hold back my orgasm. I groaned loudly, wanting the spa attendant to know how much he was turning me on, as my cock blasted ropes of white jizz across my belly. I saw the attendant staring at my body intently as it bucked and heaved.
Just as my orgasm was subsiding, the spa attendant suddenly stood up and strode across the room to me, standing proudly before me as he pumped his cock with his fist. I stared at his magnificently burly body towering over me as he masturbated before me, getting off on being watched.
The expression on his face became one of pure ecstasy as his breathing grew more labored, and I knew that he was about to climax. He gritted his teeth and jerked on his cock with increasing fervor.
I'd been waiting for this moment all day, and to his surprise, just as he was on the brink, I leaned forward and engulfed his cock with my mouth. He pulled his hand away, and I slid his shaft into my mouth just in time to feel the first blast of his cum hitting the back of my throat.
The spa attendant cried out in joy as he shot jet after jet of his sperm into my mouth, and I swallowed it happily as his big body shuddered from his orgasm. His body relaxed as he spurted a few last bits of his cum into my mouth.
"Thanks," he murmured as he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth. He immediately went over to the cold shower in the corner of the room to rinse off his spent body, then left the steam room without another word.
As I sat alone in the steam room, contemplating all of the loads of cum I'd swallowed that day at the Aria spa, my cock grew hard again. Guess I was going to need to jerk out one more load before my spa day was done.