Hot Tub Initiation

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

“Not to worry, Son,” Stan answered with a little laugh. “I think you can cum 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, Tyrone 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.

Stan, 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. “Gawd, what a nice butt you have,” he said, with admiration. “And that prick. Get a load of that prick, Tyrone.” Indeed, I must admit that my cock was very much on display, sticking straight up there in the air.

Stan 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 too?” 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.

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

“Oh, oh,” I moaned. And then, “Yes, oh yes,” as Stan popped my balls out of his mouth and was fed my cock by Tyrone, who was holding it upright. Stan treated it like a Popsicle briefly, running his tongue down to Tyrone’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. 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 Tyrone’s bonds, moaning and whimpering, and murmuring that we needed to stop and cool down a bit. It was then that I noticed that Stan had worked his way along and inside my butt cheeks and now had two fingers, one from each hand on the rim of my asshole and slowly pulling the opening apart. I could feel more of the cool ointment.

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

Tyrone put me in a headlock that threw my arms over my head, but Stan 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 cum, Stan. Pull off, I can’t hold it much longer.”

“No problem,” Tyrone whispered in my ear.” Stan 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. You have one of the nicest packages I’ve ever had,” he said. I thought then that Tyrone would let me go, 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.

Stan 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?” Stan asked. “Why leave without knowing just how much pleasure you even could be getting with your girlfriend. 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, Stan pushed my legs apart and was lightly kissing my asshole. It did feel pleasurable. Tyrone lowered my arms again and again 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 Stan’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. Tyrone 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 covered from top to bottom without the hands overlapping.

“Raise your legs when I push them up,” Stan commanded in a husky voice. I did so, and he got his hands where my thighs met my buttocks and push my legs apart. He had his fingers dug into my butt cheeks and he used them to pull them apart to give maximum approach 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 Tyrone 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. Stan 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 farther, 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?” Stan 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. Stan could feel he’d found the spot to, even though I gave him notice by flinching and giving a little gasp. Stan applied gentle pressure and began to rub.

“Here, this will take a few minutes,” Stan said. Tyrone pushed the full length of his torso into me again, trapped my hands between him and me and slid his right hand down to my cock again. As Stan 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. Tyrone 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 Stan 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 Stan’s finger was out of my hole and he standing on the floor of the hot tub. I could see his erect phallus, and it was leaning its way in, toward my butt.

My intense pleasure flipped to fear, “No! I half yelled. No, I don’t want . . .” My voice was muffled by Tyrone’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,” Stan said with a husky voice. “You came here. Who are you going to complain to? 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 Tyrone both.” I moaned and writhed at the thought. I didn’t want to admit that I’d played dildo games with my girlfriend all last year.

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 purchased. 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 began to buck, 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. Stan held still, while Tyrone 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 if you don’t want the whole neighborhood to hear you getting fucked, I’ve got something here that will keep you from screaming.” There was little doubt what attention Tyrone had in mind. From where he was positioned, the moist head of his long dong was touching my cheek.

“Tyrone’s right,” Stan said from below me. “You’re going to love this so much you’re going to want to let the whole world know about it. If you service Tyrone while I’m doing you, though, you’ll find you can control yourself better.”

I didn’t answer, but I opened my mouth and turned it toward Tyrone’s dick and took the bulbous head in. I licked and sucked, and Tyrone 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 and 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, Stan had positioned his cock head on my prostate again and was rubbing up against that and giving me a not-unpleasurable sensation. 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 a felt the whole length of him glide on in. I could feel his pubic hair mashing down on the down on my ass.

“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 we was hovering over me, with his ramrod almost on the vertical.

It was then that Tyrone jerked out of me with a grunt and spurted cum all over my chest, and as that happened, Stan 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. Tyrone 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 Stan did some kissing without letting it interfere with their other activities. And then I felt lips on the tip of my cock, and Tyrone 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. Tyrone’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.

Stan, Tyrone, 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, Tyrone was under me. I struggled and objected, but he had only of those beefy arms around me and the other was on his dong, which he guided to my newly plowed asshole as I came down. I managed to stop, at first, when helmet of his cock was just at my entrance. But Tyrone 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 Tyrone clucked sweet nothings in my ear and nibbled at my neck.

“Oh, Gawd, no, Tyrone. 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 ten inches long and mighty thick, Glen. There aren’t many bigger than that. Just relax. That ointment we used is good stuff, and, as Stan said, you’ve got one incredible ass canal.”

When I had stopped panting and groaning, Tyrone 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.

Not long before Tyrone and I shot our loads in near proximity, Stan’s lips were at my ears, telling me that, assuming my parents would be gone the next night as well, he had another friend he knew I’d love to share the hot tub with. I told him I could hardly wait.