Hot Tub Larry lay back in the hot tub, soaking after a long day at the office. All he wanted was a good long soak, a few drinks, and maybe, just maybe, he'd allow himself a handjob to relax before going to bed. He couldn't get the new red-headed guy from the office out of his mind. Couldn't be more than twenty-two or twenty-three, with a good basket. His chest was great, his pecs huge, and his legs, so long, so strong -- he was sure that he could (and probably would) snap someone in half with his legs if he chose to. It wasn't that he didn't seem interested, but Larry knew better than to get involved. He didn't know too much about the kid, but ... why take too many chances. He heard the door creak open as someone else joined him in the steamy interior of the club. He loved it here. It was an all-male club, a remnant of the late seventies, before this political-correctness crap. Built along the lines of a Roman Bath, it had several small pools in a large room full of steam, and clothing was optional. Larry lay soaking, nude, in one of the tubs in the far corner, and didn't feel too self conscious about bringing his hands down to cup his shaft and testicles as he dreamt about the kid from the office. ****** "Mind if I join you?," he would begin. "No, not at all." He slid into the water, gracefully removing his lounging robe as he did so, showing a naked body as beautiful as Larry's fantasies. He leaned forward to grab the bar around the pool, easing himself into the hot water, showing off his luscious pecs, and his full, ripe lips. He sat, his leg brushing Larry's, sending tiny electrical shocks through Larry's body as his penis, with a mind of its own, began sending messages back. He smiled, reaching out with a fingernail to rake gently along the underside of the shaft. "Hmmm, seems like we have a guest." Larry shuddered at the contact, and began to smile in return. Larry reached out to touch him, gently, and see if he was amenable to a little closer contact. As Larry's hand brushed his shoulder, he grinned, then, holding his index finger to Larry's lips in a "shushing" motion, moved in the water to sit astride Larry's legs, with Larry's shaft near the entrance to his ass-tunnel. He leaned forward, and darted his tongue into Larry's mouth, open in pleasure and astonishment, carnally savoring the taste and texture, as his hand wrapped around the engorged tube of flesh Larry proffered. Larry grasped one of the kid's sweat-slick pecs in his hand, as the other worked under the water to the wet opening of his tunnel. He was already lubed, and open -- slick under his fingers, and moaning into his tongue. It took Larry a moment to realize what he was saying. "I want you, now!" Larry grasped his waist, and, moving carefully, slid him along his legs, up, onto his shaft, and fully into his lap. The kid was now seated, facing him, with Larry's cock buried to the pubic bone into his hot, inviting entrance. Slowly, they began to move. As Larry moved slowly, he felt the kid's slick, hot interior squeezing him, and he felt a pressure on his nuts. "Oh, god," Larry thought, "he must be playing with my balls. God, is he hot." The kid was moaning, as was Larry, both hot, both nearing the point of no return. As the kid went into a series of wild, moaning shrieks, his cock twitching in Larry's hand, ready to unload all over their straining chests, he felt someone touch his shoulder, and he opened his eyes to see ***** The club. The pool was empty; his hand was wrapped around his shaft, above the water, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and twitching, quivering in his hand. He looked up to see the redhead from the office, smiling as though he knew what Larry had been dreaming of. "Hi handsome," he said, slipping off his robe to step into the water beside Larry. "Mind if I join you?"