I've been kind of obsessing over this topic ever since having a sexual experience with a brawny, beefy dad-type at the Mandalay Bay spa in Las Vegas last month, which I mentioned in a post on the thread about cruising in Vegas spas. For the past couple of years, when I've visited Mandalay Bay, I've usually ended up having some kind of sexual experience with other guys in the steam room at the spa.
On this visit, the moment I walked into the spa, I locked eyes with this tall, handsome, tanned middle-aged dude with a barrel chest and a nice paunch... he was completely naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. I was instantly attracted to him because he was a dead ringer for a straight friend of mine whom I've wanted to blow since we bonded during a two-week overseas trip a few year ago, but I never worked up the nerve to make a move on him. This dude at the spa looked exactly like an older, beefier version of my friend... and also just as straight.
I tried to play it cool with this dream guy while also trying to get as many good looks at his naked body as I could in the steam room and dry sauna. This went on for about an hour, and he didn't seem to suspect that I was basically cruising him. I also resigned myself to the idea that he was probably just another straight dude who was at the spa to relax.
So I ended up in the steam room, sitting there with another random guy. We'd both opened up our towels and were just sitting there with our dicks out. Then the door opened, and in walked my dream dad-bod dude. He sat down directly across from me, threw open his towel, placed a hand over his cock, and started rubbing it. I couldn't believe it. I got hard almost immediately and started rubbing my own cock, as did the other random guy who had already been in the steam room.
After a minute, I finally worked up the nerve to stand up, walk up to my dream guy, and ask if I could blow him. He just replied, "Sure," and pointed his dick up at me with his hand. I got down on my knees and went to work on his hard cock with my mouth while working his balls with my hand. Meanwhile, I could hear slapping sounds and heavy breathing as the other guy in the steam room jerked off while watching us. From the sound of it, he came in under a minute. Sadly, I wasn't able to bring my dream guy to a climax, as he was spooked by the sounds of other men entering the steam room, tapping my shoulder and covering up his erect cock with his towel. I saw him again over the next couple of days that I visited the spa, but he seemed skittish, and we weren't able to ever finish our encounter.
The night before I was going to head home, it occurred to me that I might be able to find this guy on social media. Lo and behold, I found a geo-tagged photo of him and his beautiful wife at the hotel that very night. Very quickly, I found Facebook and Instagram accounts belonging to him, his wife... and his SIX KIDS, four of them from a previous marriage! There were photos of him at country music festivals, at his megachurch in the Midwest, at Disney World with his family... I'd always thought that all those stories about seduced "straight" guys were fictional fantasies, but here was a guy who seems to have a totally straight, conservative life, but who was cruising for gay sex at a men's spa while on vacation with his wife.
I told a gay buddy of mine about the experience, and he told me that he still pines for a married guy with kids with whom he had a fling when the guy was on a business trip. I guess there really are a lot of married dudes out there leading secret gay lives.