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faces. The best way to describe my face is that it is that of a bouncer, which is what I do for a living, and my nose has taken its share of punishment as well as my jaw. I get my share of ass when I want it, but I have found that as I grow older and especially after ‘a certain age,’ I don’t crave it as much as I used to. I figure I have done all I care to do in bed, so if I find myself rolling around naked with someone, it better be special.
    I chose an empty chaise at the pool, which wasn’t difficult since there were about four people there, and took off my trunks, lay down and took in what sun was left for the day.
    I was bored already.
    After what seemed hours, but was only about thirty minutes, I gathered my things and made my way back to my cabin.
    I was kind of tired from the drive and having put in a long shift the night before, so I took a shower in the tiny stall and decided to take a nap.
    I never realize how tired I was. When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black in the cabin, and the clock next to the bed indicated it was 2:11 – AM! I hadn’t slept like that in years. I was sprawled out naked on top of the bed and sporting an erection that could hammer nails.
    I got out of bed and looked out the window. There was no one around or lights on, so I opened the door and stepped outside, stark naked and still pretty hard. I stretched my arms and let out a big yawn, when I heard, “Hello.” I just about jumped out of my skin.
    I had a neighbor in my duplex. Standing at just over six feet, he wasn’t a bad looking one either. He was around my age, bald, with a mustache, a nice muscular hairy chest – and everything else – and wearing boxer briefs. I immediately hid my cock with my hand.
    “Hey, sorry about that ... I didn’t think anyone would be out here.”
    “No problem,” he replied then he turned his attention back to his cell phone. “I can’t get any bars.”
    “Isn’t it late to be making calls?” I asked while still standing there willing my dick to go down, which it eventually did.
    “I’ve been trying to get a hold of our office overseas all day. Ahh fuck it,” he said, then flipped his phone shut. “I guess I should just go to sleep.”
    “I just woke up from a nine-hour nap,” I said with a laugh. “I think I’ll see if the pool is open all night.”
    “The pool is closed, but the steam room and sauna are open all night. They’re in the bath house right next to it,” he said, obviously having visited here before.
    “Thanks, either one sounds good right now.”
    He went back into his cabin, and I into mine. I brushed my teeth to get rid of the dead rat taste and hoped my breath didn’t offend my neighbor. I grabbed two towels – one to sit on in the sauna or steam room and one to dry off with. I didn’t bother putting on a pair of shorts and just wrapped a towel around my waist, and slipped on my flip-flops, grabbed a jug of water, then stepped out.
    The steam room looked as if a sloppy orgy was played out just hours before, so I chose the sauna. After figuring out how to switch it on, filling the bucket with water to pour over the coals, I hung one towel on a hook outside the door, and slipped off the towel around my waist and laid it on the bench, sat down, leaned back, closed my eyes and relaxed.
    I started to sweat almost immediately and took a healthy swig from the jug of water. I then wiped the sweat from my chest down my stomach and along my cock, which started getting hard again. I didn’t care, figuring no one was going to come in at this hour, and if they did, whatever.
    Wiping sweat across my cock turned into gentle stroking until it was standing right up again ready to do some carpentry work. I closed my eyes and continued gently stroking my dick.
    I was starting to feel pretty relaxed and a bit horny when the door to the sauna opened. I opened my eyes and saw that my cabin mate had entered, and this time he wasn’t wearing the boxer briefs.
    He walked