Part 24
When I open the door of the hotels spa area, it feels like I'm in some crowded shopping mall. The male lockerroom is huge, but it's full of guys. Probably because of the tournament. The spa contains an indoor swimming pool, a sauna and a gym. The gym is clearly the most popular spot, probably because of the tennis tournament. A lot of tennis players just want to pump up their muscles again, before they have to play.
I grab one of the big towels here and look for a place to sit. I have to move some bags, but finally I sit down on a bench. Still not really awake, I look around with glassy eyes.
This lockerroom is so different from the lockerroom of the gym I go to at home. Not only because this lockerroom has much more luxury, but also because of the age of the males. Here, you don't see any old man, only young guys from my age. Most of them are between 18 and 25 years old. I guess this is because a the tennis tournament, that this hotel gets populated with young people.
I take my shirt of, and just when it's covering my head, I hear someone calling my name.
"Hey Nick! How are you doing?"
I pull my shirt over my head and look right in the face of one of the guys against we had to play our first match. I don't remember his name, but I can remember how he and his buddy beated Brad and me.
He has got a towel around his waist, and there is water dripping from his hair. He sticks out his hand out, and so do I.
"Hey man, how are you?", I reply.
"Well, I'm okay. But we've lost one match now, so there's a lot at stake this afternoon. How are you and Brad doing?"
"Bad.", I reply. "We've lost two matches so we're out of the tournament."
"Oh, that's a pity. I really liked playing you, I actually thought you were really good!", he says.
"Yeah, I know. We're better than this, I don't know."
The guy turns around, opens a locker and grabs out a boxershort. He turns back to me, and says: "I think it isn't a teambuilding problem. You and Brad seem real good friends to me, right?"
Just when he says that, he removes his towel. He's still standing in front of me, so I'm looking right at his crotch. Casually, the guy starts talking about how he and his tennis buddy also had some problems, but I'm not listening. For a moment, I'm all focussed on this guys cock.
His balls are huge, and not hanging low. They are so huge that it looks as if his cock rests on it. He has some pubic hair, but it's not like a wilderness. His uncircumsized cock is pretty big, not thick, but it is long. It's about 5.5 inch soft.
The guy doesn't seem to realize that he's showing off this much, or maybe he does. He grabs his towel and starts to dry his hair. He does it pretty roughly, so his entire body shakes from left to right. His cock also, swings around, right in front of my face.
Finally, he rubs his towel over his manhood and puts his underwear on. We talk a little bit more and while he finally laces his shoes, he asks me: "What are you actually doing here? Are you going to work out?"
"No, no.", I say. "I'm going to relax a little in the sauna."
"Oh, okay. Sounds nice! Well have fun! I see you around.", and he leaves.