Bjorn

I was in West Palm Beach for one of those continuing education conferences. I had arrived at the resort without my luggage, which the airline had managed to misplace. Now I was being told that my room was not ready. I was tired and irritable. The resort did though give me access to the fitness club. So, armed with the Herald and some shorts and a robe supplied by the resort, I headed off to the club.

I opted for the sauna with a view to decompressing in quiet solitude. I entered the small and thankfully empty sauna in my resort issue trunks and sat on the bench against the back wall next to the sauna rocks. After a few minutes I was able to lighten up a little and started reading my newspaper.

Then I was joined by a visitor. He entered the sauna clad in a towel. He was tall with blond wavy hair and blue eyes. He was maybe 30 years old. He had a Nordic look about him and was obviously very fit with broad shoulders and lean abs. I remember thinking at that point that the ladies must go nuts over him. 

He said hello and asked if I would mind if he removed his towel while he was in the sauna. Before I could respond, he placed the towel on the bench and mentioned something about doing as his ancestors do. The visitor was then standing naked with his hand extended towards me. I shook his hand and he winked and introduced himself as Bjorn.

Bjorn was a good looking dude in his towel, but once he removed the towel he looked like a porn star. He had a huge penis. His flaccid penis was easily 6 inches and very thick. Except for a patch of hair above his penis, Bjorn’s body appeared to be completely devoid of hair. Even his balls seemed to have been shaved down.

Bjorn had taken a position on the bench in the corner opposite from me 5 feet away. With one leg fully extended and the leg closer to me folded with his foot on the bench, Bjorn had his trophy penis on full display.

I couldn’t help but feel intimidated and frankly a little inferior. The dude was a stud and he knew it. But I was flat out pissed that this guy had basically invaded my space. I wanted nothing to do with his attempts at small talk. 

However, every once in a while I’d glance over at Bjorn’s penis, each glance a little longer than the one before. I am a happily married father of two and as straight as they come, but inexplicably I kept looking over at the enormous penis just a few feet away.

Then Bjorn stood up and walked over to the sauna rocks to my immediate left. He asked whether it was alright if he poured some water over the rocks to create some steam. I nodded. He proceeded to pour water over the rocks and then, to my surprise, over his body. Bjorn just stood there before the rocks, apparently soaking in the steam.

Again my eyes were drawn to Bjorn’s now glistening penis just a couple of feet away. Bjorn caught me staring and smiled. I was irritated by Bjorn’s spectacle and wanted to haul off and punch the guy. But I also was starting to feel very lightheaded. 

Bjorn then abruptly grabbed his towel and tied it around his waist. He winked at me again, smiled, said “be seeing you” and exited the sauna. Feeling overwhelmed by the heat and the experience, I left the sauna a couple of minutes later.

Finding the showers empty, I cleaned up and returned to the lobby. My room was now ready and my luggage had even arrived from the airport. The desk clerk asked me to have a seat in the lounge next to the front desk while my suitcase was retrieved from the coat room. 

I sat in one of the couches for a couple of minutes until I heard a voice next to me call my name. I turned toward the voice to respond until I noticed the unmistakable bulge directly in front of my face. The protruding outline of the bulbous penis in the white drawstring pants left little to the imagination. My eyes lingered as my mouth was rendered speechless.

Again I heard the voice. “Mr. Ryan, I have your luggage.” I finally looked up and saw the familiar face. It was Bjorn. He described himself as the “ambassador” for the resort and offered to take my suitcase up to my room. I stammered no, stood up and took the suitcase from Bjorn. As I was leaving, Bjorn said “Mr. Ryan, if there is anything you want from me to make your stay more pleasurable, please let me know”. Again, he winked, smiled and said “be seeing you”.

I couldn’t get to my room soon enough. I considered calling the hotel manager to lodge a complaint against Bjorn, but ultimately decided not to. I put on my swimsuit, raided the mini-bar, grabbed four beers and headed for the balcony overlooking the pool. Initially my head was spinning from the whole Bjorn ordeal, but once I sucked down four beers and ogled the hotties in bikinis down below, I managed to relax.

I drifted off to sleep until I was awakened by a knock and a distant voice saying something about fruit being delivered to the room. I curtly said go ahead and leave the fruit on the counter, hoping to go back to sleep.

But then there was the voice again, a voice I recognized. “Mr. Ryan is there anything else you want from me?” I opened my eyes and there leaning against the balcony railing facing me was Bjorn. Bjorn was clad in a black tank top and clinging short stretch shorts. I could not keep from gazing at Bjorn’s crotch, for his semi-erect cock snaked along his lower abdomen almost to his right hipbone. I was rapidly losing control and to my horror my cock was now erect. Finally, I emerged from my state of confusion and pleaded with Bjorn to leave. Without hesitation, Bjorn smiled, winked, said “be seeing you”, and moved toward the front door. And then he was gone.

I was beside myself. I put some clothes on and bolted from the hotel as fast as I could. I just had to get away for awhile. I walked along the beach for several miles before resting in the sand. Over and over, I tried to reconcile in my head what had happened over the course of the day. I was NOT gay. I was happily married. I was NOT attracted to Bjorn or his massive cock. Yet my erection was undeniable. By the time I returned to the resort, I had convinced myself that my erection was just a nervous reaction to an awkward situation. 

What became clear for me was that I needed to avoid any further interaction with Bjorn. I had a conference that began the next morning and I needed to make that the priority. But as I went to bed that night my thoughts were invaded by images of Bjorn’s huge cock. 

The next morning I was more than a little tense. I ordered a room service breakfast for fear I would otherwise run in to Bjorn. I wouldn’t open the door until I was sure Bjorn was not delivering breakfast. Paranoia consumed me. I then raced directly to the conference downstairs just in time for the first session. The conference lectures and discussions allowed me to focus on the task at hand. By the time the break came, I felt refreshed and relieved. Today was another day and the nightmare of yesterday was behind me. 

I decided to go upstairs along with some of my colleagues to check for phone messages during the break. There were four of us that entered the elevator. Lobby access was through the rear of the elevator. Like many resort elevators, the elevator had front and rear doors that opened to the guest room floors. 

Just as the rear elevator door was about to close, a half-full luggage cart was pushed into the elevator. The once roomy elevator was now taken up mostly by the luggage cart along the right mirrored wall. The four of us were forced to stand single file to the left of the cart. During the maneuvering, I wound up being the fourth guy in line just in front of the guy pushing the cart.

The front part of the luggage cart was fully loaded, but the back section was empty. The elevator seemed pretty cramped now. I looked into the mirrored wall to my right to see whether there was any room behind me. It was then that I realized that the guy with the luggage cart was Bjorn! He was a few inches behind me even though he had probably a foot of open space behind him.

Bjorn was wearing tiny blue running shorts and a white muscle shirt. After the elevator door closed, Bjorn began to rub his cock through his shorts. As the elevator began its climb, Bjorn’s package grew bigger. The head of Bjorn’s cock quickly advanced beyond the waistband of his shorts. I was mesmerized by the scene in the mirror.

Dizziness was overtaking me, and my colleagues and I were going to the 20th floor. Worse yet my cock was rock hard. To avoid making contact with my friend in front of me, I was forced to inch backwards. In doing so I brushed against Bjorn’s insinuating cock.

Then the front elevator door opened. We had only reached the 5th floor and incredibly another passenger entered the elevator without anyone departing. Each of the passengers in the elevator shifted back, each that is except Bjorn. Bjorn did not budge. After inching further backwards, Bjorn’s raging member was lodged firmly against the crack of my ass. I could feel the throbbing of his cock near my now tingling asshole. Still, Bjorn did not budge. 

The feel of Bjorn’s pulsating cock transformed me. I pushed my ass crack still further against Bjorn’s monster and began a subtle dry humping motion. The sensation of my virgin ass sliding against Bjorn’s enormous cock in a crowded public place was driving me wild. I incredibly was about to cum when the elevator front and rear doors opened on the 20th floor. My colleagues exited the elevator in front of me. Bjorn whispered “be seeing you” in my ear and with that he was gone with his luggage cart.

I never returned to the conference. I raced to my room from the elevator, closed the drapes and just lay in bed for several hours. I was ashamed and disgusted. I called the airport with a view to booking a flight home as soon as possible. I purchased a ticket to fly home that night. I packed my luggage and to kill time I headed for the swimming pool.

I found a secluded alcove near a grove of tropical bushes maybe 100 yards from the pool. I placed my towel and gear on the sole lounge chair in the area and headed for the pool. I swam for a solid hour trying to clear my head. I was feeling a little bit better knowing that I was going home that night.