Loving Thy Neighbour: The Spa
By Tyler X
"So how's the oil treating you?" Henry asked casually as he guided me into his office. I passed through one door leading down a tiny, windowless corridor, then passed through a second door, leading into to Henry's office. I wondered if Henry had this office constructed as an extension to the house. Henry locked both doors behind us.
"What the hell is that stuff?" I exclaimed with a forced laugh as I found my seat. I tried to not let on how anxious I was about the whole "hallucinating-my-dead-dad" thing, playing coy instead.
"I told you Jack, it's just a natural, herbal extract," Henry explained in his deep, ever-calm and disarming voice. He took a seat in his armchair.
"Magic mushrooms are natural, too," I teased. He scrunched his brow and I immediately regretted what I had said.
"Are you... experiencing hallucinations, Jack?" Henry asked, a concerned expression painted across his handsome face. I should've told him the truth. I doubted it was natural to experience intense hallucinations as I had, but I feared that if I told Henry he would tell me to stop using the oil anymore. Or worse, he would think I was just going insane. Either way, I didn't want to stop using the oil. The hallucination was scary, sure, but the sex I'd had with my husband the other night was the best sex I'd had in my life, let alone in our relationship. Plus, I was finally sleeping regularly again. I had made a decision before coming over to ask around first before escalating things with Henry. He had mentioned in our last session that our other neighbour, Doug, used it to help with the insomnia also.
I paused for a moment, letting the heavy silence fill the room.
"No, nothing like that," I replied finally, with a squeaky cough clearing my throat. Henry's eyebrows perked.
"It just had some... surprising side-effects". I felt my cheeks reddening.
"Such as?" Henry asked, with a knowing tone.
"Well, I don't suppose it's an aphrodisiac at all?" I asked carefully. Henry barked a laugh.
"Well, sort of. It has been known to reset your hormone and testosterone levels, which is what helps to regulate your body-clock and improve your sleep cycles. It doesn't affect everyone the same way, but some users have certainly experienced an increased sex-drive, sure." Henry responded with such clinical professionalism I wondered if he had given this speech before. I nodded, trying and failing to suppress a sheepish smile.
"So I take it you and David are having sex again?" Henry asked with an odd bluntness.
"Well, we were! That first night was... I was so confident we were getting back to normal and then... And then David's son, Sam, turned up out of the blue."
Henry's semi-permanent stoic expression cracked for a moment, revealing a genuine look of surprise. He cleared his throat and recomposed his face.
"I didn't know David had a son?"
"Yeah, not many people do. They're not very close, since the kid was a product of David accidentally knocking up his high-school girlfriend 16 years ago. David came out as gay a couple months into the pregnancy and his girlfriend decided she didn't want anything to do with him, not that he planned on staying with her, anyway. He was pretty devastated about not getting to raise his own son, though. Then, one day five years ago, Sam started asking his mother about David. So, Sam's mother decided to let him visit David occasionally. I've met the kid twice before, the last time I saw him he was 11. David apparently forgot that Sam had scheduled another visit over this summer break, and so Sam came knocking on our door the other morning and now he's staying with us for a couple weeks," I explained, in what felt like one, exasperated breath. Henry just nodded, processing it all.
"Which leads me to this new... problem. Sam's been here for four days now and David and I haven't had sex once. David says it's too risky as our lovemaking can get quite... passionate." Henry suppressed a smirk, his eyes twinkling.
"And so I'm not sleeping again... or getting fucked, either," I felt like that may have been a bit too casual, but Henry didn't flinch.
"I just feel like... I don't know. I don't think the kid likes me very much, and I'm not sure whether it's because I'm gay or because I'm his Dad's partner. I'm kind of leaning toward the latter, since he clearly looks up to his father a lot and respects him, even though David's gay. I don't know, I'm just beginning to feel like a stranger in my own home, which is strange because I don't feel like that with any other guests we've had." I could feel myself rambling and paused for a moment to clear my racing thoughts.
"Can I suggest something?" Henry asked, prompting a quick nod from me.
"Perhaps with the recent loss of your own father, seeing a blossoming relationship between David and Sam is making you uncomfortable. Maybe there is even a little residual tension between you and Sam because you're in a relationship with his father, but that's a perfectly natural reaction from a boy his age - 16, right? So it sounds to me like you're describing the sensation of losing control: your sleep, your sex life, your house hold. In order to affirm this feeling, reassert your position in the household by taking back control of these things. Sit at the head of the table. Ask Sam do run errands for you. And insist on sex with David tonight, insist on openly showing love for each other. In doing so, you are showing David your need for consistency, and you're demonstrating your authority to Sam. He has lacked a father figure for so many years, and now he has two. By feeling confident and comfortable in your role as a co-head of your household, Sam will naturally earn respect for you, and perhaps even begin to see you as his second father". Henry gave me an assuring smile. I smiled back. His thighs had drifted open while he was talking and I casually let my gaze fall into his lap. I briefly inspected the heavy mound in his pants then glanced back up, where Henry was staring at me with piercing grey eyes.
I left the session feeling a renewed sense of confidence. Sure, David designed this house and bought it with his money, but I owned it just as much as he did. Sam is the one who has to adjust to staying here, not me. My life will not become derailed while he is here with us. I must assert dominance, just as Henry suggested. David will fuck me tonight.
I found my fiancé in the kitchen making us cocktails.
"It's a beautiful afternoon, my love. And yet, you look so wound up and stressed. Let's go enjoy the spa?" He asked, handing me my cocktail - a mojito. My favourite. I took one long sip and felt my shoulders drop, my spine relaxing. This was just what I needed. The spa would be perfect right about now. I went upstairs to change, slipping out of my jeans and rifling through my cupboard for a pair of swim shorts. I pulled out a pair of skimpy, lemon-yellow speedos, instead, and reminisced about the days when I would parade around in them at the beach. I tried to remember why I stopped wearing them and couldn't come up with a good reason. I stepped into them and pulled them up, they hugged my pouch tightly. I cupped my bulge and gave it a light squeeze. I felt my groin tingle.
I tried not to smile as I marched out of the patio door, where David was waiting for me in the spa. He turned his head and let out a whistle. A couple of meters away, stretched out on a beach towel by the pool like a cat in the sun, Sam lifted his head and turned over his shoulder, his gaze meeting mine. The boy inherited none of his father's rugged handsomeness, and all of his mother's girlish softness. He had a cherub-like face, pouty plump lips, round apple cheeks, wavy chestnut hair. A light sprinkle of freckles dusted across his nose. His large green eyes were framed by thick bushy brows - perhaps he got those from David. Puberty had hit this kid like a truck since the last time I had seen him. This was the first time I had seen him shirtless since he'd arrived. He was short for his age, though no longer the gangly and awkward boy I met years ago. Instead, he now walked around with his firm chest stuck out and his broad shoulders pulled back. His biceps had a little toning to them, his tummy a bit more flat. He was now a young man.
The boy pulled out an earphone and greeted me lazily, then put it back in and laid his head back down. He didn't seem perturbed by my Speedo-clad-self at all. This was because, as I had noticed immediately, the boy was also wearing nothing but a speedo. I wasn't checking the boy out, I wasn't a creep. But my eyes were drawn to the roundness of his young butt like a magnet. The speedos were far too tight, since they were about five sizes to small for him. The back of the briefs was patterned with a faded print of Captain America's shield, the warped stripes stretched tightly across the boy's plump butt cheeks, thinning in places. The bottom of the briefs dipped between his thighs and tucked against the boy's taint, folding the print of Cap's shield in half and making it appear more like a heart than a circle. The boy's creamy butt-cheeks spilled precariously out the sides of his briefs and the top of his ass crack peeked out over his low-slung waistband. The rest of the boy's body was slick with greasy sun lotion making the milky skin of his back and thighs glisten white. I slid in to the tub and David stroked my leg lovingly.
"Do you want bubbles?" He asked, nodding to the button beside him, which switched on the jets in the tub.
"Not yet," I murmured into my glass as I took a long sip of my mojito.
"My two boys in Speedo's!" David chimed gleefully, "Sun's out, buns out!"
"Where did Sam even find those?" I asked in an incredulous tone.
"They're his! He left them at mine on his last visit a couple years ago, so I packed them for him in the move in case he wanted `em back. Lucky enough, they still fit."
"Barely," I grumbled. David laughed.
"Yeah, well, he tried yours on but they were too big." I rolled my eyes when David wasn't looking. My head lolled back against the hot ceramic tiles and I felt my face immediately begin to absorb the warmth of the sun. Starting from my neck, I felt the muscles in my back begin to uncoil themselves one by one. My mind fogged with relaxation. Was this mojito really effecting me this fast? David gripped my bicep and tugged me over to him. Unsure at first of what he was doing, I let my body float weightlessly in whatever direction he willed it. I realised quickly he was manoeuvring me into his lap, the way we usually sat when we spend time in here, and I swivelled my head to where Sam was lying, his backside facing us.
"It's alright, babe." David whispered in my ear, sensing my slight discomfort.
He was right. This was alright. This is how we always cuddled in the hot tub, we shouldn't have to conceal our intimacy in front of Sam. I felt my head roll back once more, this time landing on the soft, warm crook of David's neck. I could feel his heart beating against my back, I could feel his breathing in my ear. Despite being completely relaxed, my senses were heightened. If I had the energy I would have furrowed my eyebrows. My senses... unusually heightened. The oil. My drink. For a moment I wondered whether David had snuck some in my glass. Then I felt the tell-tale goosebumps and I was suddenly certain he had. Perhaps I should've been annoyed, but in the moment I was in ecstasy. I took the longest swig yet, draining my glass. A faint bitter taste lingered on my tongue.
"Atta boy," David purred, his deep voice reverberating through his entire chest and sending tingles down my spine. My cock twitched, the sensation tightness of the speedos around my crotch. I let my eyes flutter closed and felt my body melt against David's. He had a hand on each of my thighs, running them up and down, causing soft rippling water to lap at my chest. I let out a long sigh. Underneath me, David's bulge pressed between my cheeks. I could feel his manhood inflating inside of his swim shorts. He kissed my neck, and my body buzzed in response. His hands slid down the sides of my thighs and gripped them from underneath, gently lifting them upwards. He began bouncing me softly against his lap, the shockwaves of his package mashing against my taint was driving me nuts. He suddenly brought me down harder than I expected, and I bounced off his lap once again, sending a little splash of water around us as my body floated freely for a moment. His hands found my hips again and he brought me back down. By now his cock was fully hard, and I felt like I could feel his erection pulsing against me. It felt so much more defined now, so I let my hands wander beneath me, where they came into contact with David's hot skin. The skin of his waist, of his hips, of his thighs. I knew, suddenly, that he had gotten fully naked. I lifted my head suddenly and turned to him, "Babe..."
Instead of letting me finish he leaned into me and our lips met each other in a slow but intense kiss. I pulled away and turned back around to where Sam was still basking in the sun, his peachy butt wiggling slightly as he readjusted on his towel. His bottoms rode up a bit further, revealing the soft, pink skin around the boy's most intimate area. David followed my line of sight and reached around, massaging my bulge with one hand.
"It's okay, he can't hear us," David whispered, kissing my neck once again. I moaned softly. David's hand dipped down the side of my bulge and snuck underneath the band of my briefs, finding my hole. He massaged my ass gently, his rigid dick still sidling between my crack. My head dropped back once more as I let David explore my body.
"So tight..." I heard a voice whisper from somewhere. Not David's voice. Not my own. I pretended that I had imagined it.
"That feels incredible, babe," I whispered as I nuzzled into him. I felt a pressure at my hole, his finger pressing into me. The wet skin of my ass resisted his fingers, so he pushed harder and harder until I heard a sudden `pop!'
I lifted my head and looked over at Sam, who had opened the bottle of tanning lotion and squirted some onto his hand. Without sitting up, he reach around and began rubbing it on his lower back, then reached even lower, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his speedos as he began massaging it onto his butt. He was struggling to work around the fabric of his tiny briefs but persisted in working the lotion onto his butt. My vision blurred, so I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to refocus.
"Hey, Sammy!" David called out, loudly. This got the boy's attention, and Sam turned to us. I sunk deeper into the water, afraid that the boy would somehow be able to see what was going on beneath the surface.
"Can I borrow some of that?" David asked, nodding in the direction of the lotion. With my eyes still closed, I heard a shuffling from where Sam lay and then the smack of a lotion bottle landing in David's free hand.
"Good hands, son," David noted, as the boy went back to sun bathing. My cock ached. My head felt heavy, as did my balls. I heard a squirt from behind me, barely registering what the sound was until it was too late. I felt like I was floating just outside of my body, although I could still feel everything happening to me, I could do little to control my movements. I felt something tugging beneath me, then a pressure again. I didn't realise David's cock was pressing into me until the head was already inside. I braced my hands on the side of the spa and jolted upright, which only drove his cock deeper.
"D-David we can't...." I moaned groggily, "we... we can't," I tried to flail my legs and David grabbed them.
"Shh, don't splash," he whispered, warningly. I looked over at the boy, and my head spun. There was no way this was happening. The boy, like his father, was now completely naked - his speedos were nowhere in sight. His pale butt cheeks glistened in the sun, slick with lotion. I could just make out the blonde peach fuzz of hair leading into his butt crack. I thought if he lifted his hips slightly we would be able to see his most intimate, delicate area.
"Fuuuck," Whispered a low voice behind me. I wondered if David was watching too.
His greasy cock slid deeper into me and I clenched my ass around him, the only thing I could do to stop him from driving his cock home. He kissed my neck.
"Shh, relax baby, just let it happen." I whimpered slightly, scared to lose control but desperate to feel his cock hammer against my prostate. Relenting, I unclenches my ass muscles, feeling his cock glide up inside of me easily. When I felt the soft thud of my taint against his balls, I let out a soft moan. This feeling was suddenly so right, exactly what my body was craving. My crotch felt tighter than ever, and I realised that my briefs were still on, and that David had pulled them to the side to fuck me. He ran his greasy hands all over my body, my abs, my chest, my legs. I began to squirm, desperate to feel more of him inside of me. His cock felt incredible, but I needed more. I needed to be filled deeper, stretched from within.
"Ahh fuck," he whispered aggressively, "you want this dick, baby?"
"Yesss ahh," I replied, tiny moans rising in my throat. Something clicked inside of me. What was I doing? Why were we fucking right now, a couple of feet away from David's son? And yet it was too late. David began lifting me up, then dropping me again, causing a small ripple to lap at the edges of the spa.
"D-David, wait-" he lifted me up and dropped me again, and I had to muffle a louder moan.
"W-we shouldn't," He lifted me once more, then this time suspended me in the water, half of his cock jutting out of me. He wrapped his thick arms around the backs of my thighs. I wriggled silently in protest, trying not to alert Sam but David was too powerful. He squeezed his forearms against my thighs, pinning my legs back against my chest and folding my body in half. I was trapped against his strong chest. If Sam turned around right now it would be completely obvious what we were doing. He'd probably never forgive us, and yet, David was unstoppable. This time, instead of dropping me down on his cock, David slowly re-entered me. His cock suddenly felt enormous, and for a fleeting moment I was scared it might split me in half. I could've screamed, not from the pain, but from the deep satisfaction of being filled to the brink.
"Gooood boy," he cooed, not in David's voice, but in the voice of the man I had not seen for many, many years. In my father's voice. I choked back a gasp, the sound dying in my throat. I shuddered shakily through gritted teeth as his cock continued impaling me. It kept going and going. It felt wrong to have something so large lodged inside of me and yet my ass yearned for it. I could feel every veiny ridge, every rigid inch dragging across my prostate, milking precum from the tip of my dick into my speedos. The deeper he sunk into me the tighter his bear grip around my body became. I felt joints in my back popping and cracking, my biceps being crushed underneath his tight embrace. My ass cheeks pressed back against David's stomach, though instead of meeting his smooth, toned abs, my ass was now cushioned against a furry gut. His forearms, once smooth, were now slick with coarse, black, prickly hair. The musky wood smell from the other night returned. Once the final inch of his cock was buried in me, I began to feel my insides deform, trying to accomodate this new monster.
"Please, please, please," I whisper-begged, unsure of what I was begging for or who I was begging to.
The breathing behind me became ragged, like a panting beast. He tried to restrain his growling moans but they reverberating throughout his body, and then through mine. My hands spilled out of his embrace and grappled at the edge of the spa blindly as I felt the enormous weight of my father's cock slowly exit me. Before I could get a firm grip on anything solid, the cock slammed back home, driving deeper inside of me and sending my body into a spasming recoil. This time, I almost let out a yelp, choking it back into a squeaky hiss at the last moment. I tried once more to find the edge of the spa, my fingers stretching desperately, searching for something I knew was there but couldn't quite reach. The force of my invader's cock plunging back inside of me sent water flying across the dry cement. I watched Sam readjust on the towel, his hips rising gently and pushing his tender cheeks apart slightly. My father lifted me up and slammed me back down twice more, rapidly increasing pace.
"Fuckkkk!" I squeaked out silently. I could feel that he was about to fuck me with reckless abandon, completely indifferent to the presence of the boy relaxing in the sun a few feet away from us. My eyes watered. I could feel a moan swelling up inside of me as his cock built up a rhythm.
I tried one more time to reach for it - my fingers brushed a hard nub. The man grappling me could feel me trying to wriggle out of his embrace, so he squeezed me tighter. I mustered the last bit of my energy to reach for it, and found it! The button for the pool jets. I pushed it down and collapsed back into my father's bear hug, letting out a deep groan which I prayed was concealed by the sound of the jets bubbling to life in the spa. My father, as I had anticipated, fucked me brutally, using my hole like a lifeless fuck toy. My ass was throbbing. The pain was too much, it was overwhelming, but I couldn't resist in fear that the commotion would alert Sam. I could feel an unimaginable pressure building inside of me and I tried to focus on steadying my breathing.
As my father began rhythmically pounding away at my insides, my sensations metamorphosed in my body, and for a moment I had become convinced that our bodies were now one organism. His feelings were my own, all of my sensations belonged to him. I could feel his desperation, his need to breed me. He could sense my desire to be fucked wildly.
"Yesss fuck me" I pleaded under my breath. His growling had become aggressive, spit flying through his gritted teeth and dripping down the back of my neck. His hands found my mouth, and he shoved two fat fingers between my lips which I sucked down greedily. His growls shifted into a low groan and without warning I felt a flood of warm cum fountaining in my gut. The warmth spread throughout my body like a fever, the force of his orgasm sending shockwaves rippling through my body. My torso went limp as my father continued his assault, fucking the cum deeper into my guts. My ass was numb. My vision glazed over. Attempting to refocus it, I looked around, absorbing my surroundings and seeking something to concentrate on. I looked over at Sam, his shiny, boyish body, so pink and lithe. His bubbly ass, perfectly round and wet. My gaze drifted upwards to a small, bobbing head at the top of our fence, crowned with shaggy brown hair, staring right at my husband and I. The head dropped back down behind the fence to the yard neighbouring ours - Doug's yard. I passed out.
When I woke, it was sometime in the evening. A bruising edge of sky indicated that the sun had dipped below the horizon a while ago. My ass throbbed. My stomach growled with hunger. I realised I could smell dinner cooking. According to Dave, I had become so "relaxed" in the spa that I fell asleep, and he carried me up to bed. At least that was the explanation he gave over dinner that night while Sam was sat between us. Later on, in the privacy of our bedroom, he would tell me that he thought I had orgasmed so intensely that I was knocked unconscious, however this was not the case either, since my speedos were clean of any cum, apart from the precum I had leaked while my husband ravaged me. I could also tell I hadn't cum because my nuts were aching, and I was still viciously horny.
"Round two?" I hinted to David that night as we prepared for bed. He chuckled warmly, "babe, no! I'm beat! I came so much this afternoon I'm probably shooting blanks by now. Plus it's too risky, I think Sam might've caught onto us in the spa, he's been acting funny all afternoon." I groaned with disappointment, my hole aching to be filled. As David disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth I pattered quietly downstairs to fetch a drink. I turned the corner of the kitchen and froze, caught off guard. Sam was standing in the open door of the fridge, illuminated by the warm yellow light from within. He had a carton of milk tilted up against his mouth. His developing Adam's apple bobbed with each gulp. He tilted his head slightly, eyeing me from across the kitchen. He didn't stop guzzling.
"Thirsty?" I asked as the boy placed the carton back in the fridge and wiped the thin line of creamy milk from his upper lip.
"Ya, I think I got a bit dehydrated from all that sun today." He explained in his weary, croaky voice. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxers, revealing the nicely warmed tone of his lower back, which I suspected dipped further below his waistband after his little exhibition by the pool today.
"I'm glad you're staying with us, Sam. I haven't really got to know you very well over the years, so I'm excited that you're here now. You're so grown up, really maturing into a young man," I offered lightly, in an attempt to warm the boy up to me. He placed the carton back into the fridge then walked over to where I was stood in the door frame. Just as he began to pass me, he turned, both of us stood facing each other in the door way, our backs against the frame. This was the closest we had been to each other since he arrived, I thought. I could feel his cool breathe on my neck. I could make out light blond hairs on his chin. I could see tiny droplets of milk on the edge of his lip.
"I'm excited to get to know you too, Jack. My father really likes you," He stared up at me and I was unsure of how to respond, so I just smiled politely back at him.
"Good night," he said after a moment of tense silence, then, taking me by surprise, leant in and hugged me. I hugged the boy, the skin of his back hot to the touch. I felt our bulges press against each other through the thin material of his boxers. Then he turned and went upstairs.
"Sam is pretty comfortable with his body, huh?" I asked David as he came out of the shower.
"Yeah, sure. The kid's got a good figure, why shouldn't he be proud of it?" He said, as I passed him a glass of water.
"Right! But getting naked in front of his Dad is a little..."
"Naked? What are you talking about?" He swallowed the whole glass down and scrunched his face, "Has this glass been cleaned?" I waved my hand dismissively.
"I'm talking about the pool, today. The way he just pulled his speedos off." I explained matter-of-factly. It struck me as weird that David was pretending to not have noticed it.
"Babe, I'm telling you, his speedos might've been a bit skimpy but he kept them on the entire time, before and after you passed out."
Suddenly that moment came rushing back to me, the foggy surrealism of it all. I remembered my father, who of course was not really there, gripping me. How intensely real that felt. Could I have imagined David's son in the nude, too? I momentarily considered the implications of this... two separate yet simultaneous hallucinations? Jesus Christ, maybe I was losing grip on reality. I eyed the empty glass I had just finished on the bedside table, then my eyes flicked to the one in David's hand. I could be heading down a dangerous road, I realised in that moment. And it may be difficult to turn back.
It turns out, David did have some fuel left in the tank, after all. Some time after we had climbed into bed, I found my skull being gripped by my father's gigantic hands as he mashed my face against his groin. My dick-sucking had rapidly escalated into suffocation within a few seconds. His cock occupied every inch of my throat. I desperately tried to suck air through my nose. My gag-reflex was spasming periodically, like a broken alarm. I clawed at his thighs until he let me up for air, at which point he gripped me by the neck and flung me backward like a rag doll. I landed on my back, at the foot of the bed. My head hung over the edge limply. I found my upside-down reflection in the mirror-door of our closet. I looked unrecognisable. My father climbed to his knees above me and lifted my legs, exposing my hole, which he had ravished only hours earlier.
"Please...." I uttered helplessly. I felt a heavy slab of cockmeat slap against my tender ass and I flinched, gasping at the same time. As my father began sliding his thick member inside of me, still slick with the load from today, I absorbed the sight of our reflection in the mirror once more. This man was hulking over me, so incredibly large. I searched his face for any signs of David: any sympathy, any mercy. I found nothing, just my father's cold gaze. For a moment I thought he may have been making eye contact with me through the mirror, but as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I realised that he was only staring at himself. Admiring himself. His raw power. His perversion. As I felt his cock continue filling me, I lost control of my senses. I could hear my own voice, but couldn't locate it. It only sounded like faint whimpering beneath the absent sound of my father's thundering growls. The bed began to shake, the room began to shake. Our reflections became a blur. I felt a tear stream from the side of my eye, climbing along my face. I closed my eyes and submitted, blissfully, to the violation.
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