My Neighbor's Spa

When Marty did ask me over, I was prepared, although I wondered if the minimalist Speedo I had bought and not yet worn would give too obvious of a signal that I was ready. I had always been curious about that lifestyle, and I couldn’t get the images of the other night out of my mind.

I had visions of finding Neal there, waiting for me. I think that’s what prompted me to be so bold. But then, why would Neal be waiting for me? He didn’t even know I was hot for him. Other than limited contact on servicing my car, he’d only seen me in the yard that one time. And although he’d given me a smile of recognition, it wasn’t like he realized how much I’d lusted for him.

It was dusk when I walked around my fence and into Marty’s yard, with both a T and some shorts on over my Speedo, so as not to arouse the other neighbors. I had a big towel draped over my shoulder. I had called my wife at her aunt’s shortly before making the trip next door to assure myself she had arrived safely at a destination a good five-hour drive away—and, more important, that she was safely located that far away.

Marty was already in the tub, and his CD player was set on some music that had a real good steady beat to it and at a volume that would not impede discussion in the tub but would keep it to the near vicinity of the tub. The tub itself was quite large, more than eight feet in diameter—and a good thing too, because Marty wasn’t the only one in it. Across from him was his most recent tenant, Seth, I think his name was, a big, black handsome dude, with Mulatto features. He had a massive chest that I could see above the waterline, and a blue, intricate sleeve tattoo following the curve of his left chest muscle and wrapping up around his left bicep and down his arm to just above his elbow. I must admit that his presence was a little intimidating, but I’d waited for several agonizing days in anticipation of the possibility of a new experience, so I gave him a friendly wave back in answer to the welcoming gestures from both of them.

“Come on in, neighbor,” Marty invited. “The water’s great and is bubbling up just fine. You’ve met Seth, haven’t you, Glen?”

“Hi, Seth,” I said. “We haven’t actually met yet,” I said, “but I’ve seen you around.”

“And I’ve seen you gardening too,” Seth said with a big, friendly grin. “Strip down and come on in.”

I pulled my T over my head, glad just now that I’d put so much work into my own physique, pulled my shorts down, taking my loafers with them, and stepped down into the tub. The water was warm and swirled around my legs with a pretty forceful pressure.

“Here, over by me,” Marty said. “Here’s a beer.”

I pushed my way over near Marty and took the beer gratefully. I downed a swig to calm myself, hoping that neither Marty nor Seth could see my hand shaking, and settled down on the bench ringing the inside of the tub.

“Seems like you’ve got a real houseful over here,” I said, somewhat nervously.

“Yeah, every room is taken now,” Marty answered.

“So, umm, where are the rest of the guys?”

“Most of them are around.”

“Neal?” I asked, that being who I was interested in all along. “The mechanic at the Jaguar dealer? Didn’t I see him here the other day?”

“Yeah, he’s rooming here now. He might be around; I don’t know. Just us here right now, though. That’s good enough.”

Marty spread his arms around the rim of the tub, and his left arm was draped loosely behind me. We chitchatted for a short while before I took the initiative that I had planned to take. We were talking about the placement of Marty’s hot tub, and I said, “You know, Marty, that I can see your whole tub from my study window. I don’t think it can be seen from anywhere else, but I can see it.”

“Yes, I know,” Marty said. “I’ve sensed that you were up there looking down here on occasion.” There was a short silence, and Marty added, “And I’ll bet you know I don’t bring young men home from the gym because I need the rent money, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said quietly and took another long swig of beer. “I guess I figured that out.”

“And that doesn’t bother you, as a neighbor?” Marty asked.

I turned and looked into his baby blue eyes and said, “No, not particularly. Live and let live, I say.”

“That’s a good philosophy. But still you accepted my invitation to try out my hot tub while your wife was away? Why, might I ask?”

A long swig at the beer. “Curious, I guess,” I answered, “just curious.”

“Curious about the hot tub or what happens in this hot tub?”

I took another swig of beer and then plunged ahead with, “Both, I guess.”

“Have you ever been . . . curious . . . before?”

“No, not actually. No, no . . . not much before anyway. Well, maybe just a little.” Another nervous swig at the beer. It was beginning to give me a buzz.

“But you’re . . . curious . . . now?”

“Yes, I guess so.”

“Just how curious?”

“Very curious, I guess. I’ve had some time to think about it.”

With that, Marty moved in until we were touching sides, and the arm he had extended around me wrapped more snuggly and he draped his left hand over my shoulder. His fingers touched my chest lightly, two of them touching my nipple. To me they felt heavy and to be marking a point of no return. The fingers were tracing circles on my nipple. Who knew that that could turn me on as it did.

“Curious enough to try a kiss?” Marty asked.

“Yes, I guess so. But I won’t be good at it. As I’ve said, I haven’t done this before.” I looked across the hot tub at Seth, who was watch Marty and me very closely.

Marty’s left hand lifted to the side of my head and he turned my face to his. He brought his lips to mine. First a light kiss on the lips, but the one that followed was more firm, and he opened my lips with his. He tasted sweet and I hoped I did as well. His right hand went to my lower belly, and I gave a nervous twitch. But he held me there and I settled back down. He pulled his lips away and, in a low voice, said, “I thought that was nice. Are you OK with it?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I thought that was nice too.” All of my attention was on that hand on my belly, however. He had moved his index finger to my navel and had pushed it in ever so slightly. And then out and then back in, repeatedly, making sure I noticed it. Just this little gesture, foreshadowing what might be coming, aroused me. He pulled back and did the circle tracing thing there.

All the time he was doing this I was thinking about Neal coming on the scene and seeing us. I wasn’t sure if I’d like that or not. It would get rid of a lot of preliminary dancing around, of course. I knew what he did. There was no reason that he would know that I was interested in having that done to me.

Marty brought his lips back to mine; again a light kiss and then a deeper one. This time he took my lower lip between his and ran his tongue over my lip. My right arm was pretty much pinned against his side, but I instinctively raised my left hand up to cup his head and to hold him to me. His upper lip pushed up, opening my mouth to his tongue. I returned the pressure of the kiss for the first time. I liked this. I had had no idea whether I would, but I did, and I’m afraid that my cock liked it as well. I could feel myself grow. Marty must have known that this should be happening about now, because the hand that was on my belly moved downward and explored the basket of my Speedo until he was able to outline the bulge down there. I first felt him get the measure of my cock, which I was pleased gave him a little shudder, and then he outlined where my balls were. But he returned to my cock and was gently rubbing it.

He broke away from the kiss. “Ah, I can see that you are curious,” he said, “Very nice.”

“Thank you, I guess,” I answered, nervously.

“Yes, very nice, indeed,” he said. While stroking and rubbing below with his right hand, he gently encased his left hand in the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head back. He then buried his lips in my neck, finding an artery pumping blood there. The pressure of his lips on that artery caused my cock to lurch. He squeezed with his right hand and kept nibbling at my neck, and my cock swelled further. He obviously was a master at this. This was a case where age and experience obviously paid off.

“Yes, very, very nice indeed,” he mewed. His kisses traveled around to the other side of my neck, and his right hand came back up onto my belly, but only long enough to push under the rim of my Speedo and to gently pull my cock free. I moaned and closed my eyes.

“Here’s where you can feel me too, if you’d like,” Marty instructed. I tentatively moved my free hand to his chest and ran it from nipple to nipple. He had a good chest. I then ran my hand down to his washboard stomach. Very nice shape for his age. Marty’s lips ran through my chest hair and went to my right nipple, where he applied suction. His right hand went down to cup my balls, pulling the Speedo down farther.

“Am I moving too fast for you?” he asked. “Everything still all right?”

“Yes, thanks. That feels nice.”

“Here, let’s get these off,” Marty said, and I raised my butt so that he could pushed the Speedo down and off my feet, and he then flipped it away from the tub. While he was doing this, I looked over at Seth. He had pulled himself up on the edge of the tub and had a beefy mitt wrapped around one of the fattest and blackest—far blacker than his own skin—pricks I’d ever seen. He had a look of languid pleasure in his eyes as he watched Marty play me slowly and masterfully at our side of the tub.

When Marty came back around, he twisted his torso so we were face to face, chest to chest, and gave me a deep kiss. My right arm went around his back, my hand at his waist, and my left hand slid back down his chest to his belly and then, tentatively on down. I gasped as I realized that he hadn’t been wearing any trunks at all. His pubic hair was thick, but not anywhere near as thick and long as the dong my hand found. I instinctively pulled my hand away from his cock, but he grabbed my hand and returned it there.I gave out little gasps again, and Marty registered his pleasure with his mouth, as I encased the root lightly in my hand and then slowly explored every inch of his tool.

Marty leaned over, fiddled with something on the rim of the hot tub and came back with a big glob of goop in his hand.

“Lubricant, a special kind,” he whispered in my ear, as his hand went under the water and he started lathering up my cock with it. “Good with water. But we still have to be fairly quick,” he whispered again, “or the hot water would eventually dry it out and wash it away.” We kissed while he slowly hand pumped me up, the lubricant providing additional pleasurable friction. Within a few minutes I was pretty well pumped up. He swung up and around me, suspended over me with his knees on the bench facing me and me between his legs. His hard cock was pushing against my sternum.

“Here, scoot out on the bench a bit,” Marty directed. I did so, beginning to understand what he had in mind, and feeling a little thrill running through my body. This was what I had been most curious about. Marty’s hand went to my cock, and I felt its head being positioned at his asshole. I also felt him placing a condom on the tip of my cock and rolling it down the shaft.

“But, but, don’t you need something, too?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m well oiled down there already,” Marty said. “Seth and I got started before you arrived.”

I could feel my cock go into his ass up to the rim of the helmet. Anxiously, I started pushing up.

“Easy, there, big fellow,” Marty said. “And I do mean big fellow. Give us a minute.”

But in far less than that, I felt I was beyond the first tight area, and his sphincter muscle pulled me on in. Marty did a few up and down pumps while he was skewering himself on me, but, in large, it was a quick slide down my pole, his cock rubbing up and down my sternum and belly. It felt tight and bumpy, not at all what I had expected. Marty winked at me and asked, “How do you like my new sleeve? The first half of the channel you just went up has a sleeve with silicon bumps in it, both inside and out, to give your cock and my hole a ride I bet you haven’t gotten from your women.” And with that he reached out and grabbed the rim of the hot tub with both hands and I grabbed his hips with both of my hands, and he began pumping up and down, short and long, slow and fast, until we were both panting and I felt like I was going to explode.

He was right; I’d never gotten this kind of ride from a woman before, and I’ll have to admit that I’ve been up a few women’s asses. I was about to shoot, when Marty rose off me and plopped down beside me again. He took my cock in his hand and held it still. I tried to hand fuck him to completion, but he held me still until the urge subsided.

“Not yet, good neighbor,” he whispered in my ear. “Too early for your first load.”

After I had calmed down, Marty took another glob of ointment in his right hand and slid it down my belly and along my upper thigh to my crotch. He put the heel of his hand under my balls, made me spread my legs with the pressure from his fingers, and found my asshole with his index finger. He held the tip of the finger on the rim for a moment, but then pushed it and some of the ointment slightly into the hole. I flinched and tightened up.

“No? Not yet? Too fast?” he whispered, as he came out of the kiss.

“No.” I said. “Yes, I mean too fast. In fact, I’m not sure . . .”

“Nothing you’re not sure about,” He whispered. “We won’t do anything you’re not sure about until you are sure. Don’t worry.” His hand came back up to my cock. He pulled the condom off me and took the dick helmet in his fingers. I found I had been holding his the same way without quite knowing what else to do with it.

“Here, follow my lead,” he said. He wrapped his hand around my cock and slid it down to the root. I did the same to his. Applying pressure, he gently, but steadily, pumped my cock for about a dozen beats. I did the same in rhythm, and both of our cocks grew. He then slid back up to the helmet, and so did I. Taking that in his fingers, he ran his fingers lightly around the rim of the helmet. I did so to his as well, and we both gave a low moan, although mine perhaps was deeper and more surprised than his. He put his thumb on the slit at the top of the helmet, and I returned the favor. He brought another finger up and squeezed so that the hole opened more. I began to squirm, but Marty remained rock solid—and I mean rock solid. All the time, he had my lips in his and was deep kissing me. I looked at Seth. He was stroking himself with one hand and pinching at the nipples on his gigantic chest with the other.

I pulled away from Marty’s lips and said. “Umm, maybe we’d better cool it a minute again, Marty. This might be getting a little critical with me.”

“Not to worry, neighbor,” Marty answered with a little laugh. “I think you can come now. You’re a young, virile guy. I’m sure you have reloads if we need them. In fact, I think it’s time for a little change.” With that, he pulled away, knelt beside me on the hot tub seat, put his hands under my butt cheeks and raised me up. To my surprise and somewhat consternation, Seth was there behind me, kneeling with his knees behind my waist, my butt hanging just below the rim of the hot tub, and supporting my back along the incline of his torso. I could feel his huge dick running up my spine, which, I must admit, was not the least pleasurable feeling I’ve ever had. He wrapped his arms around me and placed his hands over my chest, where he did some subtle work on my nipples and chest muscles. From time to time, he buried his face in my neck and gave my arteries there a sensual sucking.

Marty, his knees in the hot tub and on the bench, facing me, was between my legs. His hands were encasing and squeezing my butt cheeks. “God, what a nice butt you have,” he said, with admiration. “And that prick. Get a load of that prick, Seth.” Indeed, I must admit that my cock was very much on display, sticking straight up there in the air.

Marty brought his lips down to my navel, and he kissed and tongued me there, as I squirmed a little and did some sighing and moaning.

“This okay?” he asked.

“Yes, fine,” I answered.

“This okay?” he asked, as he moved his lips farther down and kissed and tongued along my pubic hair line.

“Yes,” I answered weakly. He ran his tongue down along my crotch and around my dick until he got to my balls. He tongued and kissed those. “And this, this OK?” he asked.

“Yes,” I moaned. Then he popped one of my balls into his mouth and extended it out.

“No, no . . . yes,” I volunteered. He took the other testicle in his mouth. He now had one in each cheek. Again he extended them out and down and applied a little sucking pressure. He started humming and the vibrations on the balls that were puffing his cheeks out were driving me wild.

I couldn’t say anything at this point. I was holding as still as possible, which was difficult as I was beginning to pant. Seth ran a hand down across my belly and encased my cock and squeezed.

“Oh, oh,” I moaned. And then, “Yes, oh yes,” as Marty popped my balls out of his mouth and was fed my cock by Seth, who was holding it upright. Marty treated it like a Popsicle briefly, running his tongue down to Seth’s hand and then around to the other side and then up. He took just the helmet in his mouth and ran his tongue over it and around the rim and into the slit and then sucked it. What a sensation. I’d never felt this during sex before. Sandra had never given me a blow job, and those who had done so before obviously didn’t know how to do it this sensually. Then he started deep-throating me, first soft and slow strokes and then faster and deeper, with the beat of the music of his CD.

I was writhing under Seth’s bondage, moaning and whimpering, and murmuring that we needed to stop and cool down a bit. It was then that I noticed that Marty had worked his hand along and inside my butt cheeks and now had two fingers, one from each hand on the rim of my asshole, slowly pulling the opening apart. I could feel more of the cool ointment.

“No, no, Marty,” I said, as I tried to slap at him with my hands. “Get away from my ass.”

Seth put me in a headlock that threw my arms over my head, but Marty did move his hands higher on my butt cheeks without losing a beat of his pumping action on my cock.

“Oh, oh, I’m going to come, Marty. Pull off, I can’t hold it much longer.”

“No problem,” Seth whispered in my ear. “Marty can take it. He likes it.” And take it he did, three jolts of wad, down his throat. Then he relaxed and looked up at me with a smile.

“There, that was lovely,” Marty whispered as he came up for air after swallowing my jism. I just lay there in Seth’s grasp, panting from my first expert male cocksucking. “You have one of the nicest packages I’ve ever had,” he went on to say.

I thought that Seth would let me go then, but he didn’t. What he did do was drag me farther out of the hot tub, so that my butt was on the rim. I could barely reach the seat with my feet.

Marty rose up on his knees and said, “What I can’t understand is your fear for your ass. All I want to do is what a doctor can do. Didn’t you know the prostate was the men’s G-spot? All you heteros don’t know the pleasure you are missing. It’s just a little ways in; I just want to show you what a pleasure a prostrate massage can be.”

“I . . . I don’t know,” I answered uncertainly.

“You came for adventure, didn’t you?” Marty asked. “Why leave without knowing just how much pleasure you even could be getting with your wife? She could be doing this just as easily as I can. But obviously she hasn’t been. You’ve been missing out. I’ll bet you make sure you service her G-spot.”

Again, “I just don’t know.”

“Well, let me start, and you can always let me know when to stop. I’ve done that before, haven’t I?”

“Well, I suppose.” I couldn’t think of a better answer. And without waiting for a further answer, Marty pushed my legs apart and was lightly kissing my asshole. It did feel pleasurable. Seth lowered my arms again and wrapped his hands around my chest and played in my chest hair and with my nipples. I turned my head and we kissed. His lips were bigger than Marty’s had been, and his kiss was more bruising and insistent, but the taste was just as sweet. I could feel his hot sausage-like prick on my back, and I snaked my hands behind me in search of it. Seth lowered his shoulders to take the weight off mine and pushed my torso up so that I could reach his rod with both of my hands. I wrapped my hands around it and covered it from top to bottom without the hands overlapping.

“Raise your legs when I push them up,” Marty commanded in a husky voice. I did so, and he got his hands where my thighs met my buttocks and pushed my legs apart. He had his fingers dug into my butt cheeks and he used them to pull them apart to give maximum access to my asshole. He kissed my puckering hole again and rimmed me with his wet tongue. It felt strange but tingly. I felt his tongue enter my channel and I gave a little gasp.

“Okay, so far?” he asked. I broke away from the kiss with Seth to give a hesitant affirmative response.

“This will feel cold, but it will make it more comfortable for my finger to reach the proper position,” he said reassuringly. With that, he draped my left leg over his shoulder and came up with another large dab of ointment. This time I felt the cool moisture pushed farther into my asshole than he had done earlier. Marty spent some time working this in, and I could feel my asshole loosen up and expand.

“My, my, my,” I heard him cluck.

“What?” I asked.

“Oh, just my, my, my. This is going to be better than I hoped.” Not bothering to pursue that point further, I relaxed a bit under his ministrations to the point that I no more than flinched when I felt a finger at the rim and tentatively push up to the first knuckle into the hole.

“There, does that hurt?” Marty asked.

“N-o-o,” I said with an edge of doubt in my voice. “Huh,” I said with a gulp, as I felt the finger push further in. I felt my sphincter muscle catch it and draw it even further in. And then I felt the pad of the finger on my prostate. Marty could feel he’d found the spot too, even though I gave him notice by flinching and giving a little gasp. Marty applied gentle pressure and began to rub.

“Here, this will take a few minutes,” Marty said. Seth pushed the full length of his torso into me, trapped my hands between him and me, and slid his right hand down to my cock again. As Marty rubbed, I felt almost as if I had to piss, and I could feel a few dabs of cum involuntarily dribble up and out of my cock, but, oh what a sensual and relaxing feeling it was. I almost thought I’d begin to purr. I’m glad I found out about this. Seth rubbed the precum around my cock with his finger. He had propped me up so I could look down the whole length of my body and see him playing with my cock and Marty there between my legs. The pleasure from watching what was going on and the pressure on my prostate began to grow, and along with it my cock began to engorge again.

And then Marty’s finger was out of my hole and he was standing on the floor of the hot tub. I could see his erect phallus, and it was leaning its way in, toward my butt.

It was sheathed with a condom.

My intense pleasure flipped to fear, “No!” I half yelled. “No, I don’t want . . .” My voice was muffled by Seth’s big mitt coming up and covering my mouth.

“Hey, you came to find out what this is all about. This is part of what this is all about,” Marty said with a husky voice. “You came here. Who are you going to complain to? Who in the neighborhood wants to know what you are a part of now? Your wife maybe? Don’t worry; I’ll make it a good experience. No, I’ll make it a great experience; I can tell from your reaction that it’s already gone beyond a good experience. And your hole has opened up incredibly. I’ve never seen this happen the first time. I bet you could take me and Seth both.” I moaned and writhed at the thought. I didn’t want to admit that I’d played dildo games with my women partners for a few years before I met Sandra and by myself after that.

He still had my left leg over his shoulder, so he lathered up his dick with ointment and positioned its head up against my asshole with his right hand and pushed in just enough to get the helmet in and to have purchase. Then he grabbed both of my legs at the ankles and split me up and out like a wishbone. I saw him slowly entering me and I began to buck my pelvis, which only increased the pain, so I stopped. What I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, was that this felt a whole lot better than the dildos I’d taken up there. Marty held still, while Seth reached over and turned up the music and did a quick turnaround on me. He had my hands by the wrists and was kneeling with my chest between his knees.

“You can scream if you want,” he told me. “But I’m going to get rough if you do. And I’m going to get rough if you don’t pay some attention to me now.” There was little doubt what attention Seth had in mind. From where he was positioned, the moist head of his long dong was touching my cheek.

“Seth’s right,” Marty said from below me. “I can either give this to you within your tolerances, or I can give it to you really hard. If you service Seth, I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

“I . . . I don’t think so,” I cried. I had barely gotten this out, though, when Marty pushed a good five inches up my ass in one slide. I thought I was going to be ripped apart.

“What was that you said?” Marty asked.

I didn’t answer, but I opened my mouth and turned it toward Seth’s dick and took the bulbous head in. I licked and sucked, and Seth gave little whimpers of pleasure. “Get your tongue under it,” he said, and I complied. He entered me about three inches and I thought I’d gag. “Don’t think gag,” he directed. “Lift your chin to give it a straight shot and push your tongue under it as far as it can go. And open wide, very wide. Loosen your jawbone. You can do it.” I did so, and he slid in a little farther. Then me began to slowly pump in and out, fucking my face but not trying to give me more than I could manage.

Meanwhile, down below, Marty had withdrawn his prick most of the way and was pushing back in. He reached my prostate again with his cock and he was rubbing up against that and giving me a not-unpleasurable sensation. Other than the one painful punishment thrust, he hadn’t been doing more than slowly working his way in at this point, holding for me to stretch to be able to accommodate him. After he had gotten past the sphincter, I no longer felt great pain and the sensation of being stuffed beyond limits, and shortly I could feel I had loosened and relaxed and felt the whole length of him glide on in. I could feel his pubic hair mashing down on mine.

“There,” he grunted, “you did it. You did fine. You’ve got one sweet, big ass channel.” He didn’t do any pumping at that point, but he did move his pelvis around, rotating his cock inside me. My prostate liked that just fine, and it served to loosen and widen the canal some more. He came back up on the hot tub seat with his knees, so that now me was hunched over me. He pushed my legs down toward the deck at an almost impossible angle, so that now he was hovering over me, with his ramrod almost on the vertical.

It was then that Seth jerked out of my mouth with a grunt and spurted cum all over my chest, and as that happened, Marty began his pumping action in my ass. In and out, short strokes and then long strokes. Wiggling his pelvis and rotating his dick around, stretching and filling me. Seth changed positions again, without me being able to escape. He turned around on me, putting my head firmly between his knees and kneeling there. His hands went to my dick and my balls. He played with the balls for a while and then got hold of the cock and started stroking and pumping it. He and Marty did some kissing without letting it interfere with their other activities. And then I felt lips on the tip of my cock, and Seth took me on to the root in one slide, showing me that, indeed, it could be done. In turn, I showed him I wasn’t taking any of this passively. I pulled his butt cheeks apart and started tonguing and rimming his asshole. I then fisted a hand and started pushing the knuckles at his hole, and, to my surprise, they started working their way in. Seth’s only response was to wiggle his ass in pleasure, which I increased by taking his dick in my other hand and starting to milk him.

Marty, Seth, and I came at just about the same time, and, with a combined scream of release, followed by a sigh of relief we all were back in the hot tub, soaking away body fluids. I wasn’t really in any condition to look where I was going, however, because when I went to sit down on the hot tub ledge, Seth was under me.

I struggled and objected, because I could see that his cock was sheathed and I knew what that meant about his intentions. But he had one of those beefy arms around me and the other hand was on his dong, which he guided to my newly plowed asshole as I came down. I managed to stop, at first, when the helmet of his cock was just at my entrance. But Seth held me there steadfastly and slowly, ever so slowly, my leg muscles gave way and I descended down his gigantic tool, feeling every inch in both length and diameter as I was skewered until my butt was nestled up against his upper thighs. I panted and moaned, while Seth clucked sweet nothings in my ear and nibbled at my neck.

“Oh, god, no, Seth. You’re too big. Let me go,” I whined.

“You’ve already taken me in, Glen. From here, just take it and enjoy it. You now know there isn’t anyone you can’t take. I’m eight inches long and mighty thick, Glen. There aren’t many bigger than that. Just relax. That ointment we used is good stuff, and, as Marty said, you’ve got one incredible ass canal.”

When I had stopped panting and groaning, Seth pulled my knees up and into my chest and began gently rocking from front to back. His rock-hard, yet flexible dong was rubbing my prostate and other nooks and crannies up my ass channel in a way that gave me a whole new sensation, and I found that I could accommodate him without pain now. I was lulled into a sense of relaxation, but the two weren’t finished with me yet.

I had about dozed off in exhaustion, when I felt Seth standing up. He still had me folded into his chest by the knees, and he bore my weight as if I were a rag doll. He didn’t go far, however, he just moved up to where he was perched on the rim of the hot tub. That’s when Marty came back into view. Seth leaned back so that my butt was lifted in the air and there Marty was, with more ointment, and spreading it around my now-occupied asshole. I don’t know how he was doing it, but he was managing to get a few fingers into the hole above Seth’s buried dong.

“What are you doing?” I cried. “Oh, no, not that.”

“Such a sweet hole and channel, Glen,” Marty cooed. “And so flexible. It opened right up. More than I thought possible for a first time. Have you and your wife been playing rear-entry games? Don’t do anything rash, Glen. Just hold very still there, for me . . . and for your sake.”

And then he did it. I felt the head of his cock at my hole above Seth’s rod and slowly, ever so slowly, he was entering me as well. He was half way in when he slowly pulled out again and then in, a little farther than the first time, and then slowly out and slowly back in. Seth was giving little yelps of pleasure at the friction Marty was bringing to bear on his buried cock between kisses he was enjoying with Marty. His cock began to do some involuntary pumping as well. I was zoning out before they were finished.

I wasn’t so zoned out, though, that I didn’t see Neal standing near the entrance of the hot tub enclosure, his hands on his cock, and watching what we were doing with apparent great interest.