Just then, a taxi pulled up in front of the hotel and a passenger exited from the back seat. Ben caught the driver’s eye and pointed at himself and Rob with a questioning look. The driver nodded and they got in. The driver turned to Ben and said, “Excuse me, señor, but aren’t you Ben Rockingham?”
“Yes, I am.” Ben responded, anticipating what was coming next.
“If it’s not too much trouble, may I have your autograph,por favor?”
“Of course. It’s no problem at all.” Ben signed the paper that the driver handed him, gave him the address to the spa, and then sat back for the short ride.
“Muchos gracias, señor.”
When they arrived, Rob paid the taxi driver. Once they’d exited the cab, Rob asked, “Does that happen very often? The autograph, I mean.”
“Not too often, but enough and I really don’t mind. They say you need to worry when fansstopasking for your autograph.” Ben chuckled at his own joke. “And truly, I don’t get noticed as much as many other actors, so I’m fine with it.”
From the outside, the building where the spa was located looked ancient, but once inside, Rob could see that the old structure had been artfully combined with sleek modern design to create a beautiful and relaxing space. Ben spoke to someone at the reception desk and then turned to Rob.
“They’ll need your credit card now for the cost of the package. You can give the individual therapists a gratuity in euros or by credit card separately after each treatment.”
Rob handed over his card, signed where indicated, and said, “Gracias.”
The receptionist handed each of them a key on an elastic wristband and pointed toward the changing rooms. Using the number stamped on the keys, they located their lockers and began to undress.
“Just wrap a towel around your waist for now,” Ben explained, indicating a stack of towels at the end of the row of lockers. Wearing only his black boxer briefs, he walked over to the towels and picked up two of them. Rob couldn’t help but admire Ben’s hairy chest and the dark trail that disappeared below the waistband of his briefs. Ben handed him a towel.
Rob said, “Thanks,” and turned away, silently doing multiplication tables in his head and praying that he wouldn’t pop a boner right then. The sight of Ben’s body was more than a little appealing.
“There’s a waiting area through that other doorway,” Ben said, pointing to a doorway on the opposite side of the changing room from where they had entered. “They’ll come for us there for our massages. After that, come back here and shower and put your suit on. Then head back to the waiting area and someone will get you for your facial. Later, we can check out the pools and sauna.”
Towels securely in place, they headed to the waiting area to wait for their first treatment.
* * *
After his massage, Ben went to the changing room, grabbed a fresh towel, and threw his used one into a bin near the showers. The shower room had semi-private stalls on two walls, with half-high glass-block dividers separating each of the eight showers. The third wall had a row of hooks, so Ben hung his towel on a hook and went to one of the showers.
He used the shampoo and body wash in the wall dispensers to wash all the massage oil off. The oil felt good going on, but it felt really good to wash it off.
He thought back to earlier in the locker room when they were both getting undressed, and he’d caught a glimpse of Rob’s naked ass as he slipped off his gray underwear.
Just as nice as I suspected. Damn, he looks good. Shit, what am I doing? I shouldn’t be thinking things like that. It’s way too soon.
He turned to rinse off his back and saw Rob enter the shower room. He pointed to the bin for used towels and said, “You can toss your used towel in there and grab a clean one from the pile.”
Rob smiled back and muttered, “Thanks,” as he shed his towel and dropped it in the bin. He grabbed a new one and, placing it on a hook, hurried to one of the showers.
Ben couldn’t get over the sight of Rob as the other man shucked his towel and moved to a shower. Even though he was a few years older than him, Rob clearly worked out. Firm stomach, broad chest with a smattering of hair which trailed down below his navel to a nice thatch of pubic hair. He took a quick look but didn’t linger. One didn’t stare at another guy’s junk in the locker room.
Ben turned, dialing down the temperature of the water to try and keep his cock from paying too much attention to Rob. He rinsed off quickly, grabbed his towel and dried off, then headed back to his locker for his bathing suit.
Rob arrived just a couple of minutes later, freshly showered and grinning. “Oh my God, that massage was amazing!”
He unlocked his locker, grabbed his swimsuit and pulled it on. The guys tossed their wet towels into the used towel bin and headed to the waiting area.
* * *
While he waited for his facial, Rob’s mind wandered back to the sight of Ben in the shower.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous!
He’d tried not to stare, but only half succeeded. It was apparent that Ben didn’t do any manscaping, and that was definitely a turn-on for Rob. He hadn’t trusted his dick to behave in front of Ben, but he didn’t think Ben had noticed anything out of the ordinary. Luckily, reciting the Fibonacci Sequence in his head kept things under control while he showered.Zero, one, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen, twenty-one…
