Hot Tub Gangbang

Author: Goblin

Have you ever seen a ten-inch cock? Not only did I see one the other night, I saw a guy take it to the balls. Before the night was over, I’d been fucked by it. It all happened when I was invited to a hot tub party over the weekend. A friend of mine was house sitting for people with an outdoor hot tub. He said it seated eight people, so he was trying to find a group of guys interested in a long soak. I told him I would love to come and a couple of other guys I knew were going to be there too. He figured about six of us were going to use it, which sounded like a pretty good number to me.

I got there after dark, fifteen minutes before the party was supposed to start. My friends were both there, plus the host. He said we were still waiting on at least one other guy. That guy turned out to be Gary, one of the biggest sluts around town. I don’t think there was anyone who hadn’t fucked around with Gary, me included. He gave the most delicious head and he was rumored to be a hot top too. I hadn’t had a chance to find out for myself.

Gary had brought a guest with him, a young college kid named Brian. Brian was one of those younger guys you can tell is brand new to the gay scene. He acted really nervous about the whole thing and seemed like he might bolt if the opportunity presented itself. Gary explained that he had met Brian in a chat room before he came over and talked the kid into joining us in the hot tub.

My two friends — Pete and Sam — were already in the backyard, undressing and testing the water in the tub. I decided to join them, leaving Gary, Brian and Jeff — our host — in the kitchen. Jeff needed some help preparing glasses of ice water, something that would help keep our body temperature down while we lounged in the hot water. Brian got stuck carrying the tray while Jeff and Gary followed, bullshitting about various group gropes that had taken place in this very hot tub.

Those were all news to me; this was my first time in the tub. Since Pete and Sam had stripped totally naked, I followed suit, sliding into the deliciously hot water and pushing myself up against the opposite end of the large tub. Pete and Sam already seemed to be exploring each other under the bubbly water, so I acquainted myself with one of the powerful jets that kneaded my lower back. I lifted my body up so the intense spray could massage my ass. Sheer heaven.

Gary and Jeff were undressing, but young Brian seemed edgy about the whole idea of stripping in front of five older guys. Most of us had athletic or stocky builds; not one of us had smooth pecs. He seemed like the type that was smooth and lean, out of place among butch guys like us. As Gary dropped his pants (no underwear) he wagged his thick uncut cock at us. At eight inches, he has one of the largest cocks in town. Jeff was naked now too, easing himself into the steaming water.

“Oh fuck,” he said. “I forgot to bring the towels out. Shit.”

“I can go get them if you like.” Brian seemed eager to volunteer. I could tell he was self-conscious about stripping and wanted to stall for time. Jeff sent him into the house and he was gone for nearly five minutes before he came back out into the yard, his arms full of thick folded towels.

“You going to get naked and get in here, or what?” Gary leered at Brian, who reluctantly began to strip. His body was more defined than I expected. He was smooth, just like I guessed, but his pecs were nicely formed and he had a set of hard earned six-pack abs even the most dedicated gym bunny would envy. A sexy treasure trail of dark fur dipped into his jeans, which were being unzipped in front of five sets of very curious eyes. The fact that we were all staring at him only made Brian more uncomfortable.

Instead of underwear, he had chosen to wear a Speedo under his jeans. None of us noticed first off that it was skimpy and low-cut and navy blue. The first thing we all noticed was this scant bikini was packed to the very-stretched seams with one hell of a big cock. Even Gary was speechless. Brian wasted no time climbing into the tub between Gary and Jeff, sinking under the water once his jeans were off. He kept all but his head under the surface, letting a jet pound away at his bare shoulders. His eyes were shut, but I think he knew we were all still gawking at him.

We all enjoyed the tub in relative silence for nearly five minutes, but finally Gary’s curiosity — and loud mouth — got the better of him. “So how big is that fucking thing, anyhow?”

Brian’s eyes fluttered open. “What?”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Gary said. “The dick. It’s gotta be bigger than mine, and I’ve got eight.”

Even with steam in his face, Brian’s face colored. “I’ve never measured it.”

“Bullshit. Cock like that, you gotta be curious. Come on, let us know. Eight-point-five? Nine?” Brian ignored the question.

“I bet it’s bigger than that, erect. Hell, it wasn’t even hard.” Jeff was splashing his hands on the surface of the water, no doubt hoping he’d b