A HOT TUB STORY
Author's note: This is a true retelling to the best of my recollection. Only names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. There is no embellishment of any kind to my memory of these events.
Further note: This was proof-read by Terry, the self-styled grammar geek. Any lingering typographical errors or muddy syntax are therefore his fault.
In 2000, I lived in Maine. Maine is a rural state, overall. Even the biggest city still has fewer than 75,000 people in it. Because the population of the state is so spread out, many guys would meet folks for hookups online via websites. This was before smartphones were widely available (the first iPhone didn't come out until 2007), so mobile apps were not an option.
Yes, I had an account with the most popular site that part of the country at that time. Yes, I occasionally hooked up with guys here. I was in my late-20s, pretty damned good-looking, and you could still bounce a quarter off of my ass.
I was on the site one day, and I got a message from an unfamiliar alias. He lived about a 40-minute drive down the coast from me. We struck up a conversation and exchanged screennames for AOL Instant Messenger (AIM). Neither of us were up to meeting that day, but we kept in touch over the next several days. There was some occasional flirting, but we were mostly just checking in with each other.
One Saturday morning in August, he sent me a message that was much more than just flirty. He asked if I wanted to drive down and spend time with him at his house. It was understood that we would be having sex. He gave me directions -- remember, this was before smartphones or GPS...you needed to actually know where you were going before you left. I hopped in my car and started driving.
I arrived and met Sam for the first time face-to-face. He was somewhat shorter than me, with dark hair and blue eyes. Where I was slender and still mostly smooth, he was stocky (in a muscled but not well-toned kind of way) and a little hairier. He was pleasant to look at with an easy smile, and he greeted me with a hug.
Our activities that day are a separate story to be told at another time. Well, perhaps a few details can be divulged. He got off 3 times that afternoon, and I shot two loads of my own. He spilled a bottle of poppers on my face while he was riding me in his bed. I later bounced on his cock face-to-face in a chair next to his above-ground pool until he got off, and I dove in immediately to clean off. I left more than 2 hours after I arrived, grinning and satisfied.
We continued to stay in touch via AIM. We'd joke, dirty talk, and send each other naughty pictures. I knew that he was in an open relationship where they occasionally hosted a third, and I strongly hinted that I would be available if the stars aligned properly.
One Friday afternoon in early December, that happened. I received a message from Sam while I was at work asking if I wanted to come over that night and join him and his partner. My adrenaline surged a bit just reading the words, and I immediately asked what time he wanted me there.
Sam set two ground rules via the chat. First, we would be fucking without condoms, but we were not to cum inside of each other. Second, he wanted to take pictures. I eagerly agreed to both of these conditions. Then I sat at my work station for the next several hours, completely useless to my employer for the rest of the day. My brain had moved from my head to my pants and stayed there.
I arrived about 5 minutes before the time expected. I rang the doorbell, and Sam answered it, smiling broadly. He welcomed me in and took my winter coat. Then he showed me into the living room to introduce me to his partner, Scott.
If I had to guess, I would say that my mouth literally (not figuratively) dropped open, and I distinctly remember gasping. Sam was unquestionably a handsome man, but I found Scott to be absolutely stunning. Scott's hair was a lighter color than Sam's, closer to auburn. He was a taller than Sam by a couple of inches, and his build was a little thinner and slightly more toned. If Sam was 80% my type, Scott was 100%. Even with him fully clothed and sitting on a couch, I felt a familiar stirring in my pants.
I was so taken with staring at Scott that I didn't even notice for several seconds that porn was being shown on their plasma television. Smooth, heavily muscled men humped on the screen, writhing, grunting, and sweating. Strangely, I found that to be a distraction to the gorgeous man sitting in front of me on the couch.
Neither Sam nor Scott was in any hurry to get anything intimate started even though all three of us knew why I had been invited. While Sam and I had already spent time together (something that his partner did not yet know), Scott and I had just been introduced. The three of us spent a few minutes chatting and getting to know each other a little. Then Sam lit up a joint and passed it around. Scott took a deep hit, smiled, and passed it to me.
I have never been a big pot smoker. It's not that I dislike its effect, but I've never sought it out on my own. As often as not, I would pass if it was offered. That night, I did not pass. The thought that the tapered end had just been between Scott's lips titillated me more than the thought of getting high.
We were still scattered around the living room, and no one was making any overt moves to kick anything off. No one was grabbing at anyone else or making sly comments. No one was rubbing their crotch or unbuttoning their pants. No one was winking or licking their lips. Nevertheless, between the weed and the porn -- which I didn't consider a distraction anymore -- and the two handsome men smiling at me, I was getting extremely aroused and ready for almost anything.
Fifteen minutes or so in, Sam suggested we move to their hot tub. I hadn't known about the hot tub on my earlier visit as it has been covered, and I had never been in a hot tub outside in the cold before. I only knew that it was supposed to be an enjoyable experience.
Maybe it was the pot. Maybe it was the sounds of the porn on the television. Maybe it was the thought of trying out their hot tub. Possibly it was nothing more than the two handsome men stripping down in front of me, but I had no reservations about getting naked and walking onto their deck.
The air was not just brisk -- it was frigid. It was the kind of cold that you could feel your nose hairs stiffen when you inhaled with your mouth closed. My fingers went into my armpits almost by reflex as I wrapped my arms tightly across my chest, and I tip-toed as fast as I could to the hot tub.
As I remember it, I was the first into the tub. I stepped in, sat down, and sank to my chin in hot bubbling water. The superficial cold I had felt from the quick trek from the back door to the tub melted away immediately. The motion of the water was vigorous, and the temperature was just below the point where it would have been uncomfortable. I distinctly remember thinking, "Oh my God, this is fantastic." I moved over to a corner, laid my head back, and closed my eyes.
Moments later, Scott and Sam were also in. How long it took them to join me, I couldn't say. It might have been a few seconds, or it might have been several minutes. I was distracted by this fabulous feeling of the hot, bubbling water, with the cold air occasionally blowing on my face when the breeze was strong enough to pierce the steam. Sam sat on my left, and Scott moved around to my right.
The three of us quietly enjoyed the motion of the water -- and probably the effects of the pot, if I'm honest. Soon, I felt Sam's hand barely touch the outside of my left thigh. His touch was light and gentle...almost questioning. I slowly spread my legs apart my legs to invite him to feel the inside of my thigh, too.
In doing this, my right knee brushed up against Scott's. His hand quickly moved to the inside of my right thigh. There I was...somewhat high, neck-deep in a hot tub in winter in the Maine woods, with two undeniably sexy men feeling me up. Again, I distinctly remember thinking to myself, "This is going to be a fun night."
It was.
I felt two hands caressing my inner thighs. Soon, there were four hands exploring the rest of my body. Sam began sucking on one ear lobe while Scott traced his tongue around my other. My ears have always been particularly sensitive, and I was gasping in the bracing cold air of Maine. My cock began to ache with desire.
Without saying a word, they began moving in tandem, almost mirroring each other's movements. Simultaneously, two pairs of hands slid behind my back and my ass, lifting me to float to the top the churning water. Two pairs of lips began caressing my torso, trailing downwards. Just as I had to drive down south to find them at their home in the woods, their tongues were tracing down my body to find my stiffness.
As they reached my hips, with my dick engorged and laying against my stomach, their mouths left my body and they kissed each other deeply mere inches above my groin. One of their hands -- I don't remember to whom it belonged -- left my back, wrapped around the base of my cock, and pointed it up. The cold air that blew across it only increased my need. They broke their kiss and looked down. They then resumed their kiss and pulled my body ever so slightly higher out of the water.
The tip of my cock met their bottom lips, and it was quickly included in their kiss. Their lips parted to allow room, but their tongues continued sliding back and forth, entwining each other. Then their tongues were sliding across my cockhead. I shivered, and honestly could not tell if it was from pleasure, the chill of the Maine December air touching the parts of my body that were no longer in the water, the effects of the marijuana, or some combination of any or all or the above.
Scott was the first to take my dick in his mouth, and his lips slid down my shaft confidently and slowly. He did not take it all on that first stroke. Or the second. Or the third. It was exquisite. This man that I had met less than an hour before and that had passed the joint to me was now smoking on my cock.
Sam, on the other side of me, ducked his head below the water and emerged between my legs. His tongue caressed my balls and the base of my dick as his partner began making quiet grunts as he bobbed up and down on me with a little more speed and hunger.
Scott began literally sucking, cheeks caving inward on the upswing, creating more pressure and friction as more of his mouth embraced me. When he withdrew further back, the seal of his lips on my dick was broken by the underside of my dickhead, and the sound of his sucking made him moan longingly again. As Scott moved his head back to lick the slit at the tip of my dick, Sam raised out of the water, licking and tasting his man's spit on my shaft.
Scott pulled his mouth off completely of my dick, and I whimpered from the lost sensation. "Why did he stop?" I wondered. Sam gave me a partial answer as he resumed the job that Scott had abandoned, and I inhaled sharply from the rediscovered pleasure.
Scott moved up to my face, leaned over, and kissed me firmly. I gasped through my nose as his lips locked onto my mouth. His tongue was immediately inside, searching for mine. I leaned upward as far as my neck could allow as I returned his desire. "This man wants me," my thoughts rejoiced, followed immediately by "and his boyfriend is trying to suck me off!" I reached my hand up to pull Scott's head into me to kiss him even more deeply....
...and my head was suddenly below the hot churning water. I had been focused so much on these two men and what they were doing to my body that I had removed what had been propping me up and holding my head above the water. I choked as the water flooded my mouth and nose. Strong hands quickly found their way under my arms, hooked under me, and pulled me forcefully upward to pull my face back out of the water.
I gasped and coughed for a few seconds. I hadn't had time to take a breath before I dunked myself, so a little water had gone down my throat. Scott held me close to his chest as Sam moved up to my face with a look of concern. After a few moments, Sam asked, "Are you all right?"
"I'm O.K.," I said, "but I feel like a fool. That was, though, fucking hot."
Both Sam and Scott grinned at me and chuckled, looks of relief replacing their previous worry. Their hands immediately started caressing my torso again, as Sam began kissing my neck and then moving down the front of my shoulder.
"Maybe," said Scott, "we should take this inside."
While Sam seemed reluctant to remove his mouth from my nipple, we agreed. We climbed out of the hot tub and walked quickly, though gingerly into the house. Sam left us to turn on a downstairs shower to rinse us off while Scott and I began kissing again.
Up to now, I had yet to touch either of them below the waist. As Scott and I rubbed our damp chests together, I held him close and moved my hands down his back. Soon, my hands were planted on each of his ass cheeks. I squeezed, and Scott broke our kiss let out a breathy moan.
Sam reappeared to tell us the shower was ready. The three of us entered it together. Our hands touched, traced, glided, and groped each other as we rinsed off. Sam and Scott kissed again, and Sam reached his hand behind my head and to pull me into it. Three pairs of lips parted, and three tongues tasted each other.
Scott turned the water off and Sam stepped out to distribute fresh towels. Perhaps they had been sitting beneath a heat lamp...I don't recall, exactly...but the towel handed to me was warm and inviting as if it had just come out of the dryer. I luxuriated in its warmth and softness.
After a moment, Scott took my hand, looking into my eyes. I dropped the towel and let him lead me through the house and up the stairs to the second floor. Sam took my other hand as we climbed, and he kissed my palm. At the top of the stairs, we turned to the right to enter their bedroom. There was the king-sized bed where Sam and I had fucked before. Still holding my hand, Scott sat on the edge of the bed, then laid back, pulling me on top of him.
The bed had more than enough room for the three of us. The two hosts treated me as their invited guest and showed me every courtesy. Our motions were not frantic or rushed...it was almost as if we were making love, though no strong emotions other than unadulterated desire embraced us.
Some of the details are lost to my memory due to time, pot, poppers, and excitement. Both Scott and Sam invited me inside of them that night, and I honored their requests. I took Sam from behind while he took Scott into his mouth. My first load of the night went across Sam's back and shoulders. Soon after this, Sam's first load was used to feed Scott, who then kissed me so we could both savor the reward.
I slid into Scott as he laid on his back, with his legs over my shoulders. He groaned in appreciation as I repeatedly thrust against his prostate. Then, I felt Sam's weight across my back and his dick pressing against my hole. I paused long enough for him to slide his way in. "Holy fuck," I thought, "he's fucking me while I fuck Scott." Sam held mostly still while I rode his cock with my ass sliding back into his hips before I pushed forward into Scott, whose moans became louder as we continued.
Sam did not last long in my ass, even though he had gotten off once. I whimpered when he pulled out of me, missing the pleasure of his cock in my hole, until I felt a spurt of warmth as he drenched my asshole with his second load. The sensation was enough to push me near the point of no return as I continued grinding into Scott's ass.
I quickened my pace inside of Scott, who grabbed his own dick and began pumping forcefully. The pitch of his moaning began going higher as he vocalized his pleasure. I knew I was going to cum, but I tried hard delay so Scott could shoot his load first. Just as I felt my muscles clenching and knew that there was no way I would be able to hold off, Scott shot his first spurt.
As Scott's first jet landed on his cheek, I half-way screamed as I pulled out of his ass. If I had been half a second slower, my first burst would have ended up inside of him, which would have broken one of the ground rules Sam had set and that I had agreed to. My first shot hit Scott's knuckles, lubricating him as he continued to jerk his cock and orgasm. My second shot went over his crotch and landed on his left nipple. I pulsed 12 times, shuddering as I concluded.
Sam and I collapsed across Scott's jizz-covered body, exhausted and panting. Our hands gently caressed whatever part of whomever was easily available. We smeared our seed over each other, mixing our collective cum together across our bodies. After a few minutes to recover, Sam offered me the upstairs shower to rinse off again, which I did. When I came out, both had gone back downstairs. I went down also to find my clothes.
As we dressed, all three of us expressed our satisfaction, kidding each other slightly in our relaxed state. We occasionally reached out to pinch a butt or tweak an available nipple. While our interactions were somewhat teasing, we all knew that the evening was over. After I had dressed and Sam had retrieved my coat, both gave me a big hug and a kiss before I left. As Sam opened the door to let me out, Scott called to me from the living room, "I hope we can do this again."
"Me, too," I replied sincerely before I walked to my car, got in, and began my 40-minute drive home. It was now about 4 hours after I had shown up.
EPILOGUE
About 3 days later, Sam messaged me via AIM as we had been doing, saying that he was checking in to make sure I had gotten home with no trouble and asking how I was. After I responded, I noticed a pause. Then a file showed up in the app. And another. And another.
It was only at this point -- days later -- that I had remembered Sam's second ground rule for our night together. He had wanted to take pictures. I didn't remember any being taken, but here they were, showing up one at a time. The first showed me with Scott's dick buried deep into my throat, with my nose in his bush. The second was similar, but looking straight down Scott's torso as his cock explored my mouth. The next was as shot from behind my ass as I was sliding into Scott on his back. Several more followed.
I blinked, suddenly realizing that I had been so turned on by these men and so focused on having sex with them and giving ourselves pleasure, that I had never noticed when Sam had gotten a digital camera out and started taking photos. Even now, more than 20 years later, I still have these pictures...as well as some other pictures taken at other times when they invited me down to their house in the woods. They would only ask me a few times per year, and I was content to be shared between them every time.