The Hot Tub II – The Jets
Riding The Waves
“Hmpf,” he chokes and jerks away quickly with a cough that spritzes my face with a mixture of spit and champagne. I guess that wasn’t such a good idea but I couldn’t help it. It looked so damn sexy and sometimes I just want to eat him.
“Sorry,” I mutter, hanging my head, shamefaced, brushing my fingers down the middle of his chest.
He chortles a quiet huff, dipping his head so we’re cheek to cheek. “It’s okay,” he whispers in my ear then he sticks his tongue out and drags it across my face, licking off the sprayed droplets until he reaches my lips. I lift my head and open my mouth at the same time and we kiss and kiss. Soft at first, just teasing touches with our tongues then more intense, roaming them deeper into each other’s mouth.
He breaks away and we both take a breath. He holds the bottle next to the corner of my mouth. Never taking our eyes off each other, I tilt up and he pours. A little too much and my mouth starts to overflow. I close to swallow and more spills out. He catches it before it slides off my chin then he sucks and nibbles on me. My chin, my jaw, my bottom lip. We’re both mmm-ing and ahh-ing.
He backs away smiling, “Damn.”
It’s funny how I know I turn him on as much as he does me, but yet when he says stuff like that while he’s panting and out of breath, it still makes me blush and gives me goosebumps.
He sets the bottle down then lowers his hands below the water. They slip onto my hips then he kneads the flesh with his strong fingers… just a little. He takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising high before falling back down. He stares at me. I do the same, deep breath and a sigh. I grin. He grins back. He’s thinking about what he wants to do. Sometimes I have a distinct desire for something in particular but right now, I just don’t care. I’m game for anything.
To facilitate the thinking process, I grab my still-hard cock and do a mock sword fight with his, batting against it, rubbing the tips together, nudging it, bumping it. He jumps off me and stands in front of me, my legs that are dangling off the seat are between his knees. He picks up my legs and wraps them around his waist. I lock my feet together, one heel resting against the upper cleft of his ass.
He grabs my hips again and lifts me up. With the tub full and the bubbles going, as soon as I’m no longer sitting upright, the water is up to my neck. I dip under to get my hair wet then instinctively grab the sides of the tub to keep from going under again. I hold on loosely because he’s moving me to another part of the tub. My body is weightless in the water so he’s able to shift me around effortlessly.
He gets me where he wants and pushes me back toward the side. I feel the powerful jets of propelling water against my back immediately. I draw myself closer to the side of the hot tub and place my elbows on the rim. I don’t really have to hang on; it’s mostly just to keep me in place. The power of the churning water is keeping my body afloat on top of it, it’s like surfing a wave on my ass. I relax and my hips drop just a smidge… just enough that those powerful jets are now shooting right at my hole… waking it up, massaging it and it sends me reeling.
I moan immediately.
And Brian responds with a hefty, “Yeah.” As if my moan made him feel what I was feeling. But then again, he just loves to hear me moan so I never, ever stifle them.
He releases his hold on my hips and lets me totter on top of the water. He rubs my chest, tweaks my nipples, scratches my stomach, all the good stuff. My head falls back and I close my eyes. It’s hard to explain exactly what it feels like to have water with this much force shooting out at you, but it’s real nice. I remember the first time I experienced it and there’s just nothing better.
We were in Brian’s shower at the loft, way back in the beginning so my list of experiences was Brian and well… Brian. Everything was a new experience. He’d pressed me against the glass then got down on his knees behind me. He spread me open and rimmed me for a few seconds which was nothing new, he’d done that our very first night together and every time since. He said he liked the way I tasted. I didn’t really get the whole taste thing at the time, but I sure get it now.
But that night he didn’t finish, the rim job was very short then he pulled back on my hips making me slightly bend over and turned me to the side. I felt the shower rain down on my ass then he pried my cheeks apart again to allow the water to spray directly between them. I pulled away instantly thinking that maybe I hadn’t been clean when he went down on me and he was trying to cleanse me. I was embarrassed and stood up. I tried to turn around from him, I didn’t want him to see; but he stopped me.
I think even back then, he knew what I was thinking because he huffed a chuckle then pulled me back under the water saying, “You’re fine, Justin, I just want you to feel something. Relax.” His reassuring words did relax me, so I closed my eyes and leaned into the glass, trusting him that if this was something new he wanted me to experience, then it must be really good and I was gonna do as he said.
The sporadic pulsing of the water was stimulating all the little, microscopic nerve endings that surround my opening, energizing the tiny folds to contract and quiver, sending these signals of exhilaration to my brain. I started moaning immediately. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling.
“That’s it. Go with it,” he told me.
The sound of his soothing voice dripped with arousal and turned me on even more. I grabbed my dick and while he held my ass open and bit on my hip and thigh, the water rained down on me and I jerked myself off.
I couldn’t even begin to count how many times I’d jerked off during a shower before that day but that was by far the most intense, rip-roaring orgasm that I’d ever had by masturbating.
After I’d gotten off and slumped against the glass, he stood up behind me and whispered in my ear. “Good, huh?”
I was so weak; all I could muster was a smile.
Much like I am now, knowing that I’m getting really close to the point of release; this feeling is like the feeling before, but better; ten, no a hundred times better. These jets are more intense than the shower nozzle because instead of a sputtering tickle of soft droplets from overhead; it’s a constant propulsion of strong flowing warm water projecting out at one of the most sensitive spots on the human body. It’s powerful…very powerful.
And kicking it up another notch, this time Brian’s jerking me off instead of me doing it myself. I’m holding on by my legs still locked behind his back and my elbows still resting on the side of the hot tub. He has one hand on my dick, stroking me, coercing me to climax… the other one’s rubbing up and down over my chest and stomach, playing in the floating hairs just below my navel. It’s really amazing and makes me wonder if he knew it would be like this and that’s why this was what he decided to do.
The water’s propelling out right at me, relaxing and tensing me at the same time, then it shoots under by balls, making them jiggle and bounce against the force of the water. My entire groin area is getting a therapeutic, aquatic massage. My head lulls back and forth and my breaths become sporadic…Brian starts jerking me harder.
“Come for me, Justin,” he says and I moan louder and pant harder. I’m at the edge, teetering on it, ready to fall off.
“That’s it, Justin. Go with it.” Brian says softly. Those words, those same words he’d said before mixed with him saying my name, sends me spinning. I squeeze my legs together, crushing his sides and start bucking my hips and just shooting and shooting. My body’s convulsing into orgasmic oblivion. “Good, huh?” he asks and all I say to answer is “Oh, oh, oh,” because I’m on the other side now where everything lights up and electrifies and starts giving you little jolts when touched.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Brian answers his own question. I try to move away from the water that’s still stabbing at me but he’s holding me now.
“Fuck!” I add through a gasp. I buck my hips up wildly to move away from the jets and he takes a step to the side. My legs are still attached to him so I move with him. Much better now and I try to calm my breathing.
“You have such a way with words,” Brian laughs as he kisses my chin.
I join in his laughter, halfheartedly, lifting my head and opening my eyes. “Fifteen hundred on my SATs,” I remind him with a smirk and he kisses me again. I kiss him back of course and all other thoughts leave my head. I know my fingers and toes are starting to prune because we’ve been in here for a long time, but I don’t care. I have a need brewing and I intend to act on it.
I unwrap my legs from around him and plant my feet on the wall of the hot tub and push off. We glide through the bubbling water to the other side until Brian’s back hits the cement seat. A pained “hrmphf,” escapes from his lips and into my mouth. I giggle and wrap his legs around my waist, lift him up over the step and position him just right.
I like being in the water like this with him. The floating effect allows me to manhandle him in a way that I don’t usually get to. Moving his body around, putting it right where I want it and holding him there. Oh yeah, this is definitely hot… very hot.
He moans into the kiss and deepens it, grabbing the back of my neck and pressing my mouth closer against his. I push back… this is my show, damn it. I push against his chest with my hand then grab his arms by the inside of his elbows and push them to the side of the tub. I warn him with my eyes not to move them. He gets the idea and lays his head back on the edge and closes his eyes. I want to get him off like he just did me, but it’s going to be on my terms. I lean over and start sucking on his neck until he’s gasping and panting then I grab his dick that’s been bobbing on top of the water and start stroking it, fast and furiously, as the powerful jet aimed at his ass works it’s magic.
And I kiss him and gnaw on him and bite him and kiss him some more. I see his fingernails turn white ‘cause he’s gripping the edge so strongly, trying to obey my warning and not touch me. I like that I’ve got him fighting his urges.
I’m hard again from kissing him and watching him and an idea forms in my head. I let go of him and put my hands on his hips. He opens his eyes, lifts his head and looks at me with wonder.
“Scoot back,” I tell him as if answering his silent question.
He grips the sides to pull back and I lift up on my toes forcefully in a small jump to propel me forward. I bend my legs and my knees float onto the seat underneath him then I lower his butt to rest on my thighs. We’re dick to dick, balls to balls now so I wrap my hand around our twin cocks and resume stroking us; this time, together.
His eyelids lazily close and a low murmur rumbles in his throat. His head falls back again and I brush his exposed neck with my free hand. He’s so beautiful and it makes me sigh as I touch him. The water jet is still shooting at him then bends and turns when it hits hole just like a river does when it hits a rock or tree stump. It flows underneath him, over his balls then mine, then swooshes under my ass, up my crack, to the tip of my spine, worming its way through the tangle of his feet then bubbles to the top surrounding his wiggling toes. It’s downright fucking amazing.
More amazing then any shower massage could ever be. A new twist to a game we’ve played before and it’s happening because we’re here, in this hot tub, at this retreat. It suddenly becomes all too clear why people come to places like this, why they’re important and I wonder if Brian is thinking the same thing.
Brian’s legs tighten, his heel presses on my back so I stroke faster and lean over. I can’t reach his mouth, so I suck on his chin. I just have to have my mouth on some part of his body. I guess it’s that oral fixation thing that Brian accuses me of. If this is what that means, then yes, I’m guilty. Fuck it, I don’t care. He lifts his head and our lips meet. Kissing and stroking and getting a groin massage. What could be better than this? Kissing and moaning and kissing and...
It doesn’t take long before he’s breaking the kiss, throwing his head back and dazzling me with his own rendition of intellectual vocabulary by screaming out loud into the air above him, words like, shit, fuck and yeah. I’m right there with him but my screams are silent. I don’t want to miss this opportunity to hear him cum, always want to hear him cum.
Funny, how a good education, even on the most intelligent of individuals, just goes out the window when you’re in the middle of cumming. But then again, those three little four-letter words sound a lot hotter than feculence, copulation and affirmative when in the throws of passion. They just don’t have the same effect. I mean, who needs a large vocabulary in instances like this? Sometimes there’s nothing more appropriate then ‘oh, fuck’.
And he’s letting that word loose a lot. It’s rapid fire succession but I’m watching it in slo-mo and listening to every word coming out of his mouth… a stroke by my hand, a arch in his back, a pummeling of the water jets, a scream of ‘FUCK!” then shots of our jizz mix on my hand. Again and again. It’s really hot. Shit, fuck yeah, it’s hot. Then after the last ripples leave our bodies, he sighs with a “shit.”
Shit’s exactly what I’m thinking too but I have to giggle. “Good, huh?” I ask, using two more of those impressive words that my parents paid good money to St. James Academy for.
“Oh, yeah. Fucking hot as hell,” he answers, kissing my face somewhere between my mouth and my nose. That was hot. It may be just a little three-letter word but it’s appropriate. So, not being able to think of a better one myself, I don’t blame him, but I do giggle again.
I back away from him and he grunts. I look at my hands. “We’re getting all prune-y,” I say wrinkling my nose. My teachers would be so proud. I can’t help but laugh again.
He huffs. “All shriveled up and wrinkly?” He shudders his shoulders with an aching moan. Those are two things that Brian never wants to be. “We can’t have that, now can we? Ready to get out?”
“Affirmative,” I answer with a smirk and he looks at me a little confused.
He takes a deep breath. “I’m not even going to pretend to know what’s got you so amused,” he says as he climbs out of the hot tub. Of course his retreating ass in my face is irresistible so I swat it as he goes. “Hey,” he barks and turns around glaring at me. I give him a smile of innocence then he grabs my hand to pull me out and once I’m out and steady on my feet, I swat him again just for good measure. I’m thinking he’s going to get me back but he just covers his ass with his hands and changes the subject instead.
