Going downstairs after having done a hit of rush, I went into the steam room, but it was empty. I took a quick shower, paying particular to soaping my rod before walking over to the bubbling whirlpool, which had a man sitting in it, opposite the entrance steps. It was noticeably cooler than the last time I had enjoyed sitting in it, with a group of naked strangers, after having spent a while in the forest cutting wood.
The jacuzzi was in its third mode, its ring of fountains, spaced along the bench space, active. I sat down between two of them, and let my feet drift a bit while supporting my weight on my palms. The bubbling made it impossible to actually see anything, but when I felt his hand slide along my inner thigh, then brush along my cock, causing me to draw in a breath sharply, it was reasonable to assume he was in the same state, or wanting to be.
Finding the right balance between keeping my legs stretched to feel his skin, supporting myself on the bench, and starting to stroke his cock took a bit of concentration. By the time I got it right, we were both rigid, jacking each other off, and my concentration was fading as the pleasure began to rise.
Though the bubbling water hid our bodies, what we were doing must have been apparent to anyone observing. His expression perfectly matched the feel of his shaft, both fantastically sexy. It didn't take long to approach the edge of orgasm, my legs spreading as he began to rub my nipple, my right thigh over both his thighs, rubbing his cock in rhythm to the pulsing currents we were sitting in. He moaned when my fingers began to play with his nipple, squeezing it gently at first, making it swell, then lightly twisting it in rhythm with his stroking.
I noticed another man entering the water, a welcome distraction against growing temptation, a temptation to be almost satisfied for as long as possible. He touched my left thigh, then started playing with my nipple, before pulling my thigh over his. Looking over, it was clear that he was touching his cock, his face giving away what the bubbling water hid.
Shifting a bit in the water, I maneuvered my left leg against his cock, spreading myself, feeling his hand join the other jacking me made me sigh, knowing that for the second time in less than a week, male group sex in the whirlpool was part of an afternoon break. The bubbling stopped, and in a moment, the water was clear, with gentle currents wafting against us.
My head lolled, not quite getting wet in the flowing water spilling over the top tiles, an idea which seemed better to avoid, for some reason, much the same way I never wash my hair with the sauna's soap. And not cumming was still to be avoided, meaning that looking at two aroused cocks needed to be replaced with something more neutral.
Closing my eyes, my now free left hand went between the new stranger's legs, first finding his balls, then letting my finger touch his ass. He stiffened, and I let my hand ride up over his, feeling his cockhead lightly, my motions delicate in the now stilling water, the main pump having completely shut down. A second pump, which kept the water in circulation to evenly flow over the tiled octagon, could still be heard as a murmur, and felt against sensitive skin.
With one leg against a cock, my right hand pressing and playing with the other leg sprawling over a naked man's spread leg, both of us with erections in public view in the clear water, I could definitely understand the attraction of a hot tub, when shared with others in the exact same frame of mind. Something easily found among a group of naked men in a male only space, where sex is part of the attraction for everyone there, with the exception of a true first time visitor who really didn't know what to expect - though that exception is rare, especially as many first time visitors become repeat visitors after experiencing what a bathhouse offers.
Another man stepped inside, sitting to the side of the man to my right, within reach of my foot, as it turned out, as I moved it to find his stiffening cock. His hands were running up my leg, forcing my attention to his efforts, knowing that he could see how two men were playing with my jutting cock. Looking at his expression, it was obvious he was as turned on as the other two men I had played with, as I felt the motion of an arm under my leg, as the new man had his cock touched, his gasp obvious in the now settled quietness, his hands tightening around my thigh at the contact.
Time expanded as we shared ourselves. I knew, in a distant way, that the furthest away man had taken my foot out of his crotch, where I had been pressing my heel against the root of cock. His fingers on my foot were delightful, especially when the fingers of the man to my left began to explore my ass, making me twist a bit, my hard length obvious to the man holding my foot.
No longer able to process all the sensations, my eyes closed, and I just floated in pleasure, both mine and others. As time went on, another man entered the water, but he seemed determined to remain uninvolved, at least at this point. I was beyond caring, as it became clear that the wonderful sensations from my foot were caused by a stranger licking my sole, then luxuriously sucking each toe.
Reality was far beyond any past imagination - enthralling in its immediacy, a foursome of turned on men. And like during the last visit inside a shared jacuzzi, without condoms in any sense, as the whirlpool provides a setting where they just aren't necessary. Admitting this attraction was not that hard, since recognizing it remains a necessary part of guarding against it, even as my resolve sinks.
For example, during another recent Wednesday visit, after some delightful nipple sucking, hand stroking my rigid length, followed by a stranger turned on kneeling in front of me, his hand jacking cock while my hands reached, rubbing his sweaty chest as he bobbed in pleasure, my palms pressing against his erect nipples.
He started to go down on me, making me sigh 'condom,' paused, starting again after a bit, overwhelming, keeping me from being focussed enough to find the condoms I'd left on the bench beside me. Finally holding the package, the touch of his tongue along my shaft was fantastic, and the light kisses of his lips returned, slowly covering my cockhead. Though I managed to say 'condom' again, I had already decided if his lips passed over my cockhead again, I would let him keep going, until I filled his mouth was cum. However, he responded, moving his mouth away, though his hand kept me delightfully hard - though it did slow down the condom process a bit slow.
