I hope you enjoyed the first story in this series. That first story was 100% true. As I continue though, I will diverge from fact and enter the realm of fiction. Most of what follows is based upon actual events, but some of the details are embellished for extra effect. Please feel free to send your comments to my email listed above.
The protocol for the body scrub is to ensure you're in the nude area and soaking in a hot tub 30 minutes prior to the appointment time. Given that I had just had such an intense orgasm, I was still quite flushed, including my cock, which I'm sure was like a bright billboard declaring, "attention everyone, my owner just spanked me hard and I just blew a big load in the sauna.". But, I didn't care. So what if any other guy knew I just blew my load, they were probably wishing they had too.
As I finished the cold shower, I walked over to the hot pool with the watcher in it. Without saying anything it was obvious he approved of what he had just witnessed, and was enjoying watching me get into the water and situate myself in one of the seated areas nearby.
"That was fucking hot," he started, "I really wanted to join, but you two looked like you were having a fun enough time without me. Plus, just watching you guys from across the room was enough for me."
"Oh yeah?", I said, "were you doing anything about it?"
"Do you honestly think I could keep my hands off myself while watching that?", he said.
"You've definitely got a point. ... So, if you're into watching, I'll let you know that I'm scheduled for a body scrub in about 15 minutes. They usually set me up on the first table.", as I pointed out that the first table was in a room with an open doorway that was visible to most of the bathing area. "If you set yourself up in that pool over there, you'll be able to watch as the guy scrubs and massages every inch of my body."
"Thanks for the heads up," he said.
"Well, they say I need to be in the hotter temperature tub for the last few minutes before they start. Guess I better get over there."
With that, I stood up with a slight chub, and moved over to the 104 ° pool. As I left, I realized that I was behaving very strange, what was it that gave me the confidence to talk to a random stranger about cocks and masturbation? Ultimately the answer didn't matter, as I sank my low hanging sack and cock into the hot water.
Before I knew it, I had an Asian guy standing near me asking, "you? Body scrub?"
"Yep, that would be me, " I replied, as I got out and followed him to the scrub table. As predicted, he setup in the first area, ensuring that I was visible to anyone watching or walking by during my scrub. He indicated for me to get on the table face up, but right as I did, I took one last glance into the opposing pool, to confirm my watcher was in position. He merely gave me a slight wink as I turned to lay naked, face up, on the table.
The first thing the masseuse did was soak a wash cloth in warm water, and drape it over my cock. He folded it and placed it in a away that only my shaft was covered. I figured that they were just ensuring that the wet cloth, and gravity, helped restrict anything from popping up.
He started with a rough textured cloth, I assume to exfoliate and remove dead skin. He starts on my left shoulder, then works down my waste towards my hips. The feeling was amazingly erotic... "It's not supposed to feel this good getting scrubbed by another man," i thought. He then proceeded to work my chest back and forth, before moving to my right shoulder and repeating down to my hips.
Throughout the entire process, I'm continually reminded of the blood flowing through my cock. I can tell that I'm not hard, but the sensuous touching definitely kept the blood vessels going.
Once he moved down to my lower half, I became even more distracted. Each motion of this rough cloth moved ever closer to where the cloth covered my engorged member. I instinctively made a quiet moan each time he got close. Then to my surprise, he grabbed the cloth, along with my penis and simply adjusted its position to the other leg. I thought, "holy crap, how am I going to keep from springing a huge boner?"
My masseuse soon finished the scrub, and proceeded to the next phase, pouring buckets of warm water over each part of my body. Let me tell you.. That feeling is exquisite. The combination of your nerves being excited due to the exfoliation, along with my heightened sense of arousal, causes every centimeter of your body to rejoice with pleasure. And he didn't shy away from ensuring my cock got a good wash down too. Each dump of water over my mid section sent electricity up my spine, while coincidentally causing the cloth covering to slowly slide away.
Just as I was about to do something about the cloth, he indicated that I could turn over onto my stomach.
He took the cloth from me, and I proceeded to flip over. (Which, is not that easy on a vinyl slippery table.).
As I lower myself down onto my stomach, I have to make a quick decision, "point my cock down, and possibly get hard, showing between my legs.... Or up towards my belly, where I'll be more concealed, but definitely going to get hard.". I chose down, ensuring my meat was conformably positioned between my legs.
Before laying my head down, I glanced out the door opening to see my watcher, still in the pool, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. To everyone else, he just looked like a guy in a pool, but I knew he had an erection, and could tell he was stroking under the water.
My masseuse proceeded to scrub, wash, and massage my back in a similar fashion to the front. It was at this time that I realized that he had removed his shirt and was just wearing a pair of shorts. I even thought I could see his swinging dick as he moved around me.
In short time, he moved down to my legs, taking extra care to scrub every inch, all the way up to the base of my ass. Each time his hands moved upwards, my cock stiffened ever more, leaking a bit of precum each time. I knew it had to be visible between my legs, but frankly didn't care, because it felt so freaking good.
Before I knew it, he was done with the back, and asked me to flip over once more, for the final massage of my front. I was now faced with the point of no return, as I turned over, with my engorged member hanging heavy between my legs.
I made a motion to indicate my embarrassment, and my masseuse simply said, "no problem". He indicated that he could bring back the cloth if I felt that I needed it. Since I'm not really shy, I just replied, "no, I'm good".
So, there I was with a hard cock laying face up on his table, also knowing I was visible to my watcher, and any other guy walking by at the time. I settled in and anxiously awaited his touch. He used some massage oil and started giving me a finishing massage. Every movement of my body sending my erect penis tilting in a different direction. Then him moving down to my lower region, and feeling his hands massage all the way up to near by balls.
I knew that they didn't condone sexual activity, but was very grateful that my masseuse wasn't embarrassed by my state, and allowed me to just be comfortable during his procedure. It really did relax me to a place that I would have never been if I was forced to keep my erection down the entire time.
Unfortunately, my masseuse then said that he was done. I sat up, looked down and just had to laugh a bit at my penis which was now slowly returning to its flaccid state. I stood up, shook his hand and thanked him profusely for his services.
"No problem," he says comfortingly, "my name is frank, please make sure you ask for me next time".
Was he just being nice, or was he indicating that the session was as exciting for him as me?
I walked out into the open, feeling like a new man. I looked across the way, and was sorry to see that my watcher was no longer there. I also glanced around and didn't see him or my mystery man anywhere. There were more men around now, in various pools, showers, etc. It's always funny to me how each guy is looking, but tries his hardest to not make it look that way.
I walk towards the left, towards a set of showers. There are eight shower heads, four on each of the left and right walls. There is only a small, frosted glass partition in between each one, extending no more than a foot out from the wall. As I reached the entrance and look in, I see not only my watcher, but also my mystery man standing under streams of showers. Given that I had just had body scrub, I didn't need to get clean, but, I figured I could use a shave, and some final time with these two men before I had to go.
I headed back to the entrance area, where they had disposable razors, and grabbed a can of shaving cream, then quickly headed back to the showers.
This was the first time that I was able to properly take in the sight of our watcher. He was slightly taller than me, very fit, nice amount of muscles without looking like a muscle head. He had a perfect larger of chest hair, which had soap streaming through it, down to his crotch. I then took in the sight of his flaccid, yet amazingly beautiful cock. He was cut, and his balls hung down just below his mushroom head. I glanced at his left hand and made note of a wedding ring on his finger. Knowing how much he liked to watch, and now confirm he was married, sent a jolt of electricity through my body.
I picked a shower in the back left. Mystery man was next to be on the left, and our watcher was at the last shower on the right, directly across from me. As I started lathering up my face, I quietly asked mystery man if he saw me during the body scrub.
"Fuck yeah I did," he said under his breath, "I'm sure I was raising questions from the other guys due to me walking back and forth seeing you at various stages."
"You should have just got comfortable in one of the pools that could see me," I offered, "in fact, our neighbor right there did just that. Right?" As I spoke loud enough for him to hear.
Mystery man seemed a bit startled by me bringing him into the conversation, but was put at ease by this man's response.
"That's right. I set up over there, with a clear view of that fucking hot body scrub. But you guys already know I like to watch, seeing as how you knew I was watching during your sauna session."
Mystery man almost choked, as he finally realized the connection.
The watcher continued, "It was all I could do earlier to stop myself from joining in. But you guys were having so much fun, I just didn't want to interrupt. Plus, there's always something erotic about just sitting back and watching two guys explore each other."
With that, I reached down to fluff myself up a bit, not wanting full erection, but wanting to show these new buddies how comfortable I was. Each responded with a few quick tugs on their cocks too.
I began shaving my face, thankful that they had mirrors at each shower head. This served two purposes, obviously for yourself, but also to conspicuously spy on guys at the opposing showers. As I leaned in to the mirror, I was slightly surprised by the feeling of a hand on my cock. Looking to my left, I see that my neighbor just wanted to reach out and touch me again. Glancing in the mirror, I could see our watcher slowly stroking himself while watching the interaction in front of him.
He then spoke up, "hey guys, from my perspective, I can see anyone headed this way, so, feel free to go further and I'll signal if needed."
With that, I reached over and wrapped my hand around my neighbors cock. We stepped closer to each other and simultaneously stroked each other while letting our free hands explore our bodies. It didn't even cross my mind that I was only partially shaven with shaving cream still on my face.
I looked at my neighbor, and indicated I was going to try sucking him again. I knew he had to be longing for it, given that he didn't cum before. I bent down and took him into my mouth. I used one free hand to massage his balls, and the other still stroking myself.
It was everything he could do from moaning and drawing attention. But he did his best, only letting out small moans here and there.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see our watcher, and now our protector, doing a good job of both.
Being that I had only sucked my first dick earlier that day, it still felt amazingly natural. I knew what I liked, knew what would hurt, and just focused on what sensations I was imparting on the head and shaft of his penis.
Our watcher made a coughing noise, and I instinctively moved immediately back to my shower head. All three of us still had slight hard ons as we watched one of the attendants make his rounds. He glanced into our area, but just saw three guys showering, me shaving, nothing out of the ordinary.
Once the coast was clear,I went back to the job at hand, literally taking him into my hands and working his penis in every way that I knew felt great; rubbing his throbbing head, grabbing and stretching his balls, with a few nipple twists thrown in for good measure. He was visibly reeling from the sensations I was giving him. I could tell that he was close.
Our watcher had also resumed stroking himself, and he too looked like he was getting close.
Me, I was just enjoying seeing both these guys in extreme pleasure. My cock was hard as a rock, but I was no longer paying much attention to it.
We positioned ourselves so that my neighbor was facing the middle, me next to him, furiously milking his cock up to the point of orgasm. He signaled that he was ready, and I could even see him motion to our watcher to ensure he was paying attention. With only 2 more strokes, my neighbor began erupting in violent streams onto the shower tile in the middle. He had to catch himself a bit due to the overwhelming surge of pleasure.
Almost at the same time, our watcher also erupted into the same middle area. His huge erect cock sending cum in all directions.
Happy that I had finally given my mystery man the pleasure he desired, I asked if he could swap positioned with our watcher. Both agreed and swapped roles immediately. I then leaned into the ear of the watcher and begged, "You've been turning me on all day, from watching us, to then watching me, and now watching again... Would you be up for stroking me to the release that I've been longing for?"
"Buddy, after allowing me to participate from a distance all day, it's the least I could do."
With that he wrapped both hands around my shaft and started stroking me. I closed my eyes so that I could focus entirely on the feeling he was giving me. One of his hands moved to my balls, then a finger started massaging the bottom of my shaft, below my balls. I'm not sure how he knew it, but this was my favorite technique when playing with myself. Before I knew it, I was spurting all over him. I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me.
"Sorry man, guess I should have warned you," I apologized.
"Think nothing of it man, watching you, feeling you, during that orgasm was worth every bit of it," he confirmed.
"That was so fucking hot," proclaimed our new watcher, "I came here for some action today, but you guys have given me much more than I expected. My name is Alexander."
With that, our watcher/protector introduced himself as John.
And I too introduced myself.
"Guess I better finish up this shave, it's almost time for me to meet my wife out front", I said.
"Me too, " said John. "Hey, I wonder if our wives became friends on the other side."
"My wife is very open minded, so, as long as yours is too, I'm sure they wouldn't have any problem striking up conversation."
Each of us finished up our showers. John and I headed to the lockers, while Alex said he was going to hang out a bit longer in the pools. We both wished him well, and thanked him for a great day.
Ironically, John and I had lockers just a few apart. We made small talk as we both got dressed. We both discussed our sexual happiness with our wives.. Both of us very happy, but also happy to experience the sexual energy of men as well. We traded emails so that we could continue our discussion away from the spa, and possibly sync our schedules again in the future to meet up again.
We were both sitting out in the lobby when our wives came out laughing and talking it up. We both looked to each other with that knowing grin that indicated that we would probably be seeing more of each sooner than we had imagined.