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First time Hot Tub Fun

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by TOPDOG1169@hotmail.com Steve and his wife were down from Chicago for a few days. I'd know Steve for about six years. We were the best of friends. I would stay with him anytime I was in Chicago. We'd work on his house and always have time to down some cold ones. We would talk about work, the world and women. Eventually our talks would turn towards sex. He asked me several times if I ever jacked off. "Of course, doesn't everybody?" I started to wonder what a J/O session with him would be like. His blond hair and blue eyes along with that Viking build were a real turn on. We were both very open when it came to nudity. We'd go to the gym and shoot the shit while we were buck naked in the locker room or shower and change in front of each other at his house. No big deal, except that we both got a chance to check out each other's equipment. Steve was sporting a beautiful 6-inch flaccid cut cock, with a nice big sac hanging low under it. His penis was thick and the head was pointy. While my cut penis is about 4 inches soft, with a big head that flares at the edge, and a pronounced vein along the underside. My balls are the size of small eggs and fit tightly in my scrotum. Over the years I was getting the feeling that Steve was interested in getting a little closer. I didn't want our friendship to sour over sex, so I tried to ignore it. He would find any excuse to be with me when I was naked. Bringing me coffee as I shaved before my shower. He even offered to let me sleep with him in his bed instead of the couch, but I declined. Steve never passed up the chance to tell me about what a big cock he had. I had seen it soft, and wondered how much bigger it got when erect. After Steve got married, I continued to stay with them anytime I was in town. I guess I was part of the package deal. We continued our friendship and became even closer. We were like brothers. So a few summers ago Steve and his wife came down to my house for a few days. That's when things started to heat up. One night we were partying late. We'd gone to dinner and popped open some more beers once we got home. I fired up the hot tub and we were getting ready to sit out under the stars. Steve said his wife was tired and was going to bed. So it would just be the boys. I grabbed a couple of towels and we went out back. Steve said "hey we don't need suits do we?" "I guess not, since the Mrs. Isn't here" I responded. So off came the suits. When Steve pulled his suit down, he was already getting hard. His cock sprang up and slapped up against his hard stomach. I was in awe. This was the biggest penis I had ever seen, and it was getting bigger. At this point it was at least 8 inches long and very thick. But it still wasn't rock hard. I started to get excited and leaking pre cum when my shorts fell to the ground. I was fully hard now, swinging 7 inches and that bulb like head was swelling as I entered the hot bubbling water. Steve started talking about how good the hot tub felt. How it made him so hard. The bubbles coming up from the seat were tickling his sac. He was talking again about how his cock was so big. With all the drinks we'd had, I was feeling a little forward. All those years of prodding by Steve finally came to a head. "Oh yeah, lets see how big it is" I said, and with that I moved over to him and started to fondle his boner. He moaned, I tried to be analytical, sizing him up and commenting that it felt like my dick in my hand. This was the first time I'd ever felt another mans penis. His cock even now felt a little spongy but he was fully erect and was sporting 9 inches of man meat. Steve took no time to put his big paws on my dick, and grabbed my nut sac. His comments were that I was rock hard, like steel and that my head was bigger than his. Soon our exploration turned to stroking. The feeling of another mans hands on my 7 inches of burning dick was making my head spin. Steve sat up on the edge of the hot tub, now I could see what I was stroking. I joined him, he was as impressed by my hard on as I was of his. We continued to jack each other off, playing with each other's hairy nuts and relishing every minute of it. Steve started to ooze pre cum, no; gush would be more like it. My throbbing dick was pumping out a stream with every stroke of his hand. He told me he'd wanted to do this for a long time. I guess I was finally ready. What was I waiting for, this felt awesome. My nuts started to churn I was getting ready to blow a load like I'd never done in my 26 yrs. Steve grabbed the head of my cock and squeezed. He said he didn't want me to come yet. He lowered himself back into the water, spread my legs with his big arms and wrapped them around my thighs. I thought, "He's going to suck my dick"! Instead, his wet hands grabbed a hold of my slippery rod. He started pumping me. My pre cum and the water from the hot tub mixed to form a hot, slick lube that Steve used to bring me to the edge again. "Oh no, not yet" he said as he squeezed the purple crown again to stop my ejaculation. He took his right hand off of my dick and slid it under my leg, which I raised a bit. He groped my hairy scrotum and massaged the ridge of skin behind it while his left hand continued to beat my engorged cock. It took no time at all before I was ready to explode again. My already large head ached as it swelled even larger. Steve's grip tightened, he pressed his thumb into the flesh below my sack as he squeezed my balls. I let go with the most amazing orgasm ever. Forceful shots and copious amounts of jiz smacked my bare chest, even hitting my chin. Steve pumped and my hips bucked until the last glob of semen oozed out of my flaring dick slit. Now it was Steve's turn. He rose up out of the water and straddled my torso. My still dripping cock came to rest, nestled in his butt crack, in the small of his back. His loose bag draped itself on my stomach and his Viking dick stood up proudly, the head a glimmer with luminescent clear ooze. I stretched my fingers around the massive cock and started to firmly jack him from base to tip nice and slow. I cupped his testicles and pulled on the fleshy sac. He was ready. Steve arched his back, pressing himself back against my still hard pole. I increased the speed I was stroking him and held the base of his penis firmly while pressing into his sac. He came. Not spurts but a stream, or several long streams, of sperm that pooled on my chest and ran down my jaw onto my craned neck. I was covered from cock to head with our hot white seed. Steve eased off me and knelt by my side. His penis had started to go limp and dripped a rope of fluid. I reached over and kneaded his thick flaccid penis and rubbed the last drops into his skin. What came next was the most exciting. Steve bent down and stated to lap up all of the semen on my hairless chest. Licking every ridge in my hard abs. From my bellybutton to my pecs he swabbed me with his mouth and tongue slurping up and swallowing our mixed man juice. He didn't eat all of it; he saved some for me. I had tasted my own cum a few times before, when I had jacked a load into my hand and got curious about tasting it or when a girlfriend would suck my cock and give me a real French kiss, but not as a habit. And of course I had never tasted anyone else's spunk. I was about to. As Steve worked his way up, he sucked in several large hits on my chin. His face was now over mine. His moustache was drenched and dripped with our juice. He started kissing me (another first) and plunged his tongue into my mouth. A flood of tastes filled me. Sweet, sour, spicy and musky. I could smell our jiz on his 'stache and was savoring all of the tastes and smells we were sharing. I gulped and swallowed the mixture. Our kiss ended. We both sank back into the hot tub and rinsed the now sticky goo from our bodies. We sat together, exhausted but excited about our new closeness, and pounded a few more icy brews in the boiling water. We talked about how we felt and both of us agreed that we enjoyed it and would like to jack off with each other again sometime. We headed into the house and I went to bed. I drifted off to sleep quickly that night. I dreamed about Steve stroking my shaft and playing with my balls. I got hard again. I reached down to find a hand wrapped around my pole. Steve had snuck into my room a few hours later and was playing with my stirring cock. I opened my eyes to find a massive penis inches from my face. I didn't expect we'd have each other's dicks in our hands so soon. I grabbed his dick and we finished each other off fairly quick. The next morning I drove Steve and his wife to the airport and they headed back home. What a weekend. Not too long after that I was transferred to Miami. My territory had changed, so I rarely got to Chicago much after that. Of course, as best friends, we stayed in constant contact and Steve came down to Miami on business a few times while I was down there. But that, as they say, is another story and one I'll share with you next time.