Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2023 16:32:01 -0700
From: mecocklover@gmail.com
Subject: A Hot Tub Story

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.

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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.