Hot Tub
By: GIantGuy
it’s thursday and already your back is killing you, man
it’s been a fucking long week. the wind is howling around
outside your windows, it’s your second month living in the
highrise and you still aren’t used to the sound. maybe you
should go down to the jacuzzi, actually get some use out of
all the extra crap you’re paying for in the building.
you’ve been going to the workout room and the pool a lot so
far, but only once down to the hot tub and the sauna – be a
lot easier if they were all connected but probably more
private having the hot tub off in another area by itself.
you change into your speedo and before you put your sweats
on you take a second to check yourself out. not too bad.
even though you’ve been working too damn hard and not
eating enough and slacking off some in your workouts –
getting a little on the skinny side but still good. you
throw some sweats on and grab your key and head out.
still weird, being here almost two months and you never see
anybody in the building. the halls are nice, just empty.
you wait by the elevator, trying to hear if there was any
noise coming from 8H down the hall the other way. that was
the apartment that you definitely knew there were people in
– blasting their music all the time – four college guys
crashing together, how the hell did they get let in the
building? parents probably paying the rent, you figure.
elevator still isn’t coming – damn it’s slow. you remember
last week, when they were blasting so loud on tuesday night
that you had to come marching down and pound on the door
like some uptight jerk. man what a fucking surprise when
the guy pulled the door open – almost seven inches taller
than you, the guy had to be 6’4” and built like a brick
shithouse, in jeans and no shirt, big belt buckle that said
GREG, beer in his hand, dark black hair and ice blue eyes
looking down at you, saying what the fuck is your problem?
you wished you had stood up more but you kind of mumbled
and shuffled around while he kept staring at you, kind of
sneering. you said something about calling the manager and
slunk back to your apartment, hearing greg and his buddies
laughing after he slammed the door, turning up the music
louder. shit. you felt like a real limpdick after that
one. didn’t help that you saw how full greg’s jeans were
packed. you had to keep from staring.
well you pretty much kept out of those guys way – on the
weekend when you were bringing your laundry down you heard
them laughing and joking around in the laundry room, and
then you told yourself maybe you were too tired to do
laundry right then and turned around and went back up to
your apartment, feeling like a total wuss again.
the elevator finally comes and you hit 2, the floor where
the laundry room and exercise room and hot tub-sauna room
all are. probably this time of night nobody is going to be
there and you can just soak and get rid of this crick in
your back. maybe even shuck your suit and soak bareass if
nobody was around.
you get off the elevator and go to the door to the jacuzzi
room, using your residents key and pulling it open. you
come first to the alcove with hooks on the wall and a bench
to put your stuff – you hear the jacuzzi going but nobody
talking. perfect. all yours. you kick off your shoes and
pull off your sweats, and go around the corner of the wall
to the jacuzzi.
fuck. fuck fuck fuck. there in the jacuzzi are greg and
two of his roommates, all laying back, eyes closed, soaking
in the whirlpool jets. greg opens his eyes, looking at you
through the steamy air, his eyes kind of lazy in the sticky
heat.
well fuck. you can’t turn around and leave. you can’t be
that much of a puss. just be cool, you have as much right
to be here as they do. if they give you a fucking problem,
then you can get the guys from the desk downstairs. maybe
if you act like they aren’t there, there won’t be any
hassle. got to act like you don’t care, like you aren’t
fucking intimidated by these three linebacker dudes.
greg is sprawled out on the bench opposite the steps down
in to the water, the strongest jets against his back. the
guy on his left has his blond hair slicked down by the
water, sweat pouring down his rough featured face... he
looks german or polish maybe, a big bruiser also... the
other roommate is more italian looking, hair cut short
almost to a crewcut, olive skin and some hair across his
pecs... greg raises his head up, rubs his hand across his
strong jaw, scratching at his five o’clock shadow...
“you coming in man, or what?”
you just nod and head for the steps. the water level is
already close to the edge with the three big guys already
in the jacuzzi... as you step down in the water is almost
pouring up onto the rough textured concrete floor. just as
you are sitting down in the water, there is a popping sound
and a flash as the bulb in the overhead light flares up and
burns out. you jump a little. the room is much dimmer
now, lit just by the blue light in the jacuzzi. you scoot
down, finding room on the bench, slipping into the hot hot
water, wondering how long you have to stay before you can
leave without looking like you are running away.
you are just starting to relax when the timer runs out, and
the jets stop. greg looks up at you.
“man, you want to get that?” he motions his head over to
the timer on the wall.
fuck, you think, why doesn’t he get up and do it? but
fine, no problem, just do it and be cool. as you get up
back out of the water, you can see clearly into the jacuzzi
since the jets are off. damn... the three of them are
fucking bareass. no suits ... you catch a quick glimpse of
greg’s dick under the water ... fuck.
you go to the timer and crank it all the way around. the
jets start up again... you come back to the jacuzzi. maybe
you should just take off... hell, if you wanted to, you
could get them busted, getting in the tub naked was
supposed to be against building rules although you know
people did it. but hell... maybe this was a chance to show
you were cool too ... not the guy who was a big pain in the
ass about rules.
before you even really make the decision, you quickly shuck
your speedo and step back into the hot tub. damn, that
feels good. always feels better on your bare skin, the
bubbles tickling your nuts and cock a little. and hell,
the guys didn’t even really look at you, so no big deal.
keep your eyes closed and it’s like you’re there all by
yourself.
five minutes go by ... ten minutes... the heat is really
getting to you and you are feeling real good ... back
relaxing... sweat coming down your face... mind clearing
out ... just floating... then one of greg’s feet bumps
yours under the water. you move yours to give him some
room, and then the big german looking guy’s leg bumps
against yours. you keep your eyes closed, trying to scoot
a little so everybody has room... and greg brushes against
you again...
damn... a thought starts to cross your mind... what if ...
no, these guys don’t seem like the type ... but hell, here
they are all sitting in here bareass... shit, just hope you
don’t get a boner, that would be fucking embarrassing ...
but fuck... what if they were into it... no, you have to
stop thinking about it...
you hear greg raising up out of the water a little, and you
open your eyes. he stands up, and then turns around,
kneeling on the seat, facing the jet.
damn. you knew what he was doing ... you’d tried it ... he
was turned around so the jet was aimed right on his dick.
his buddies both were still laying back on either side,
eyes still closed. you kept watching greg as his back
muscles slowly flexed, as he moved his hips around
slightly, adjusting to the jet pressure on his crotch.
fuck... what an ass this guy has ... it’s half submerged,
the top rising out above the bubbling water ... you are
almost hypnotized by it... twin mounds of smooth white
muscle, round and full and hard ... not a fucking hair on
it, even in to the deep crack ... the muscles of his glutes
flexing and rolling as he starts to fuck against the jet a
little.
you force yourself to close your eyes, and lean back... you
are really starting to space out now ... you let your leg
float up a little ... and it bumps into greg’s foot. you
let it hang there ... and no reaction from greg. damn...
maybe this could be a hell of a lot of fun... you keep your
eyes closed, as an excuse in case you went too far –
“sorry, didn’t see where i was going...” you float your
foot out a little further, rubbing against the back of
greg’s powerful thigh... you can feel the muscles flexing
as he humps against the strong jet... the current flowing
against your foot and leg...
you are so hard now... your dick bobbing in the hot,
swirling water ... you have nothing to lose now... you
slide your foot up a little more, feeling greg’s smooth
skin... the crease where his thigh joins his ass... the
firm full roundness of his buttcheek... you press your foot
firmly against it... letting yourself float almost fully
horizontal now, the sound of the underwater jets roaring in
your ears as your head floats back into the bubbling
current... your foot pushes forward, still floating in the
warmth and heat. you reach for a foothold with your other
foot, so you don’t drift too far... you must be almost
touching the other side with your feet, they are moving
forward with no resistance, just the warm wetness around
them... but it seems like you are going too far, you are
losing your sense of distance...
you feel a hand gripping your shoulder, and then one on the
other side. you open your eyes, blinking as water splashes
over them, sputtering a little. greg’s roommates haved
moved in closer to you and are looking down, grinning.
maybe they’re getting into it... or fuck, maybe they are
just waiting for a chance to hold you under... you try to
stop floating, to put your feet down and stand, but your
feet are ... are stuck? in something – fuck, the filter
maybe? what’s going on? but before you can struggle too
much, the blond guy has one hand under you, supporting you
as you float. the other guy supports your head... they
slowly start to move you in the same direction you were
floating... toward greg... but where the hell was greg ...
did he get out of the tub? no, you would have heard it...
you tilt your head up a little, looking down toward your
feet ... greg was in the same position, humping his hips
against the hot tub jets, his head thrown back, back
muscles flexing... his ass half in and half out of the
water...
and your feet wedged in between his ass cheeks.
you blink again... what the fuck, that can’t be right...
you try to wiggle your feet. greg moans and flexes his ass
and you see your legs slide in further, engulfed past your
ankles to your calves.
your head is swimming... fuck... nobody’s ass could take
that much... could they? even pictures of guys you’d seen
taking all kinds of weird shit up their asses ... they
couldn’t do this... and greg was groaning like it was the
fucking greatest feeling ever...
the two roommates grip you tighter ... the blond guy moves
closer, and you can feel his hard cock pushing against
you... the look on their faces is strange... the way they
look so turned on... and so intent and concentrated...
they slide you further forward... greg lets out a loud
grunt that echoes off the tiles in the small steamy room.
they keep forcing you deeper, greg clenching and
unclenching his buttcheeks as you slide in almost to your
hips... you just stare, unbelieving but still feeling the
fever-hot tightness of the inside of his ass slipping
further up your body.
the two roommates look at each other and nod, and push you
again. greg arches his back, groaning loudly.
“uuuuUUUUUUUggggh” his ass stretches as your hips slide
in, his buttcheeks now pressing tightly against your sides
as you slip in to your waist. the roommates are still
staring at you, grinning, and suddenly you figure it out.
they are going to push you all the way in. they’re not
going to stop. they’re going to see how far they can go...
till you are buried up greg’s ass.
FUCK! you start to struggle but your legs and feet can
barely move, they are wrapped so tightly. greg lets out a
huge bellow of pleasure and pain and raises a little
further out of the water, his muscular cheeks flexing
around you, slurping you in further, pulling you in, his
inner muscles gripping you even more tightly, working you
in deeper, his friends keeping you steady, keeping the
pressure on, helping to slide you inch by inch between
greg’s high round asscheeks.
just as you are trying to flail for a handhold, the guys
holding you grab your arms by the wrists and push them down
into greg’s crack... a second later his powerful sphincter
has your arms in its grip, and is sucking you in further...
the wet slurping noises of his ass blending in with the
rush of the jacuzzi jets.
you are sliding faster now, in as far as your navel, then
your chest... finally you are in up to your neck, choking a
little as you breathe in some of the water... greg’s
buttcheeks pushing against your face ... his asscrack still
with a warm and spicy musk, mixing with the chlorine of the
water... he relaxes his asscheeks, the white satiny mounds
on either side of you...
maybe this is as far as it goes ... just some kind of
freaky superhuman stunt to punish you, get back at you for
even daring to challenge him... the other guys step back,
no longer having to support you... you can see them, having
to look upside down from where you are, trapped between
greg’s buns. they still have the strange smile on their
faces... you can see their arms flexing, reaching down
under the water ... fuck... they are jacking each other
off...
greg suddenly begins to moan... he is humping against the
water jets... panting... fuck, he must be close to
cumming... you feel yourself being pulled in, every muscle
in his body contracting...
“uuuAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH” greg’s whole body arches ... he
flexes his asscheeks with a supreme effort... and feels you
slip between them... his butthole slipping slowly closed
over your face as you take one last gasp of air...
he sprays his wad underwater, against the strong current of
the jets, feeling the incredible fullness in his ass, the
power of his muscles pulling you even deeper... his
friends groan as they jack each other to a spurting climax,
watching greg suck you down into the deep cleft of his
asscrack...
they lay back, still gripping each other’s dicks... greg
leans forward onto the cold textured cement, panting, his
chest heaving, his buns still flexing...
moments go by... then he straightens up, and turns to sit
down in the jacuzzi again, letting the jets work on his
back... he looks at his friends... and a slow smile spreads
across his face as he gives them the thumb’s-up sign.
wasn’t the first time his buddies had helped him get off
this way ... and it wasn’t gonna be the last...