Downstairs, there were enough towels around to make a cautious estimate concerning how long it would take before some stranger and I were playing with each other's cocks. Shortly was the simple answer, though the jacuzzi had to be factored into the calculation.
Seeing at least 6 men in the bubbling jacuzzi, I showered thoroughly after my previous encounter upstairs, growing horny. Putting my towel and bag in a cubbyhole first, walking naked across the space, cock swelling, then entering the quite warm water, sitting down in the single free space to the left.
Letting my legs spread and float a bit, I looked around, noticing that at least a couple of men were enjoying a stranger's touch. Several feet responded to my random motions, a clear indication of the sort of shared mood a group of naked men in a bathhouse can so easily enjoy. Stretching a bit, my foot rode up the leg of the man across from me, feeling his thigh move to make it easier for my toes to find his cock. Then brushing his balls as he slid further into the water.
At the same time, my thigh began touching the skin of the man to my left, whose foot slid along mine. My hand moved a bit, fingers questing along his inner thigh, while my right foot began making a stranger's cock grow larger in the swirling currents. His face a sight adding to my own arousal, cock half hard, anticipation rising. His was the expression of a man starting to succumb to another man's clear desire to play with sexy hard cock, thoroughly entranced.
Just as the man to my left succumbed when my hand lightly brushed along his shaft, my index and middle fingers beginning to slide around his covered cock head, feeling him stiffen. I slowly started them moving back and forth along his growing length, making him begin to moan softly when approaching his cock head, taking a moment to pause before retreating. Enjoying feeling him grow as hard as the man who was now holding my foot against his balls and shaft, rubbing himself and moaning.
My attention focussed on two strangers' cocks, it was a delightful surprise feeling my cock being touched, leading to long and slow sighs of contentment as fingers encircled it, sliding lightly in the swirling water. Looking at the man to the left, his face an obvious window reflecting what was going on between his legs, still obscured by all the bubbles from the jets in the bench. My right hand kept me positioned on the bench, keeping me from slipping further down into the dancing water.
Though it happened anyways, after my cock had grown hard in the grip of a man whose own sexy cock had so enjoyably lengthened as I turned him on. But slipping meant flexibility in using my foot and leg, concentrating on touching as much skin as possible, both of us enjoying a typical dip in the bathhouse jacuzzi. A jacuzzi filled with cock lovers.
The bubbling slowed, then ended. By now, all three of us were thoroughly hot, and looking at each other. To my left, I could see my hand pumping his cock. He slid his thigh over mine, his hand pulling at my knee, then lightly brushed his fingers against my hairy thigh. His hand felt so good as I watched him play with me.
I couldn't stop my head from sinking back, a bit of hair getting wet, closing my eyes as the pleasure ran between three hard cock lovers.
A bit of splashing occurred, a distant event, followed by the surprise of someone bumping my leg as they left the whirlpool. Quickly bending my knee, I moved it down, out of the way. Another man entered, deciding to sit on the other side of the stairs, sparing a walk through the crowded pool. Followed by a pair leaving, meaning that our side was empty, with the remaining pair across from us.
My foot began to explore again, aided by the sight of his cock being jacked off. And then distracted by watching him touch the turned on man he was sitting next to, intimately aware of precisely how he became so horny. Obviously, we all shared the same irresistible attraction to cock, aware just how easy it was to get hard with the right partners. My legs were spread open, the man next to me pulling my thigh, rubbing it against his cock. His other hand was on my shaft, making it difficult to concentrate on my leg rubbing against his hard cock and sexy sack.
The new man shifted a bit, making it easier for my leg to rub along his thigh. It had been maybe 2 minutes since being inadvertently bumped that this threesome became a foursome. Nothing is easier then getting hard in public here, looking at other men. The new man had paused a bit before selecting his place, looking between my legs as his hand touched his dick, in direct sight, perfectly positioned to enjoy his entrance into the water. He knew he was giving me a wonderful view as his hand slowly pressed his cock down, his subtle sigh adding to my enjoyment. It was clear that he wanted to play, something taking minimal time, as it turned out.
A hand was on my foot, guiding it, then grinding it so good against a stiffening rod. The man on my left began to pump me harder, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the wonderful feeling of his stroking. The fountain started, its powerful currents overwhelming my balance completely, the column of water causing me to rise up a bit.
A rise that inexorably continued, being pulled upwards by a stranger's hand, positioning my legs to take advantage of the central currents. I couldn't believe how slutty it made me feel to float up, stiff cock jutting up for anyone to see.
A new man entered the jacuzzi, looking around, cock already more than half hard. His hungry glance lingered by far the longest on my extended rod, framed by my wet curly dark bush, swept by bubbling waves, my legs spreading again after he passed. He sat next to the fifth man, and judging by their almost instantly blissful expressions, they had quickly found each other's cock, the vigorously bubbling water obscuring any direct view.
All of us were turned on, hard cocks being played with by strangers, utterly content sharing the waters with other men who fully understood the best style of activity in a textile free, male only sauna. Shame was unnecessary here, every one of us thoroughly interested in the intimate company of other naked men, understanding that here, there were no secrets, just shared pleasures.
The fountaining ended, the foaming water turning still. My eyes remained closed, body drifting slowly downwards, perfectly balanced on the edge of cumming, feeling his pulsing cock in the same state as he pressed his legs closed. My right foot reached out again, toes exploring someone's nicely hairy thigh, floating lightly up and down. Shifting position allowed my foot to explore its way between a stranger's legs, certain that his cock would enjoy my touch.
A fact confirmed after a brief interval, though I was uncertain whose nicely erect cock my sole was actually rubbing. Time flowed outside of my awareness. It was a surprise when the pumps started again, creating a certain dynamic shift in our activities. The man next to me had been opening and closing his legs, his cock pulsing in my greedy grasp, even though we all knew that cumming here was something to be avoided. His own hand had grown somewhat slack on my rod, making it easier for me to fully concentrate on him for a bit.
He had no objection to following the hint of my hand pulling his cock upwards, arching his body gradually, moaning softly as I slid my leg under his thigh, sweeping it across his ass cheeks, his body almost weightless. His right hand was using my cock as a support, the edge of it in my thick bush, along and against the pubic bone, focus shifting from shaft to base depending on how the currents carried him.
Bringing his extended cock out of the water, I looked around. Clearly, everyone else in the whirlpool knew exactly how good it was to sit in the bubbling water with a hard cock, jerking and being jerked off. I love looking, and seeing the other men's faces made me hornier, knowing that must have been how they looked when it was my sexy cock being displayed in front of a group of naked strangers.
Keeping him up was simple, so I positioned myself a bit closer to the men sitting across from us. Soon, my foot was again pressing a willing cock, though I was not able to tell whose, most of my concentration remaining centered on the cock in my grip at the water's surface. His grunts mirrored the pulsing I felt as his cock flexed, my circled hand pressing down to show it off in its fully glory.
While my foot was playing, the opposite pair shifted, allowing my foot to rise to play with the other cock. Considering it briefly, I decided that my foot must now be again playing with its original partner. A thought pretty much confirmed when his hand started playing with it, using his cock and fingers to gently remind me why footplay is so universally good.
We settled into a rhythm, my foot pushing against his sexy stiffness, his fingers running over and between my toes. He began to slowly ride it up and down, moving his body to add to the sensations. The currents began to subside, the pump stopped completely, leaving a few larger bubbles to work their way out of the openings.
