After our last encounter, things definitely felt different between John and me. He started calling me his boy, and whenever we passed in the hall at work, I’d feel his hand brush against my backside.
Next Friday, we played squash again, like usual. Afterwards, when we went to shower, there were other guys around, which was a bummer because we couldn’t soap each other up like last time. Still, I managed to sneak in a few glances at John. Even in his fifties, he still looked great—smooth all over. You could tell he’d been quite the athlete in his younger days, with those powerful legs and broad shoulders. He’d put on a little weight since then, but he was tall and stayed in pretty good shape. I really wanted to reach out and touch him, but I knew that was a bad idea with other people watching. Even so, my little guy started to get a bit excited, and I quickly turned to the cold water to try and get myself under control.
Once we were done showering, we headed back to the changing room, and John suggested we relax in the sauna. I knew the sports centre had a sauna and jacuzzi separating the men’s and women’s changing rooms, but I’d never actually been inside. I told him I’d bring my swim trunks next time, but then John turned to me with a little surprise. He pulled some tiny swim trunks out of his sports bag, saying they were a gift for me. When I held them up, I saw they barely covered anything at all.
I hesitated, but John’s stare was pretty intense.
“Put them on,” he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear, so the other guys drying off nearby wouldn’t.
My hands shook a bit as I unfolded the tiny piece of fabric. The front wasn’t even lined, so it was practically see-through—the kind of thing a girl might wear at the beach, not a shy teenager in a public sauna.
The moment I pulled them on, they clung to me in a way that felt a little wrong, the waistband sitting low on my hips. I could feel the cool air on my exposed skin where the fabric didn’t quite reach, and even worse, I could faintly see the outline of my soft cock pressing against the thin material. John just smirked, gave his own towel a subtle re-adjustment, and then walked towards the sauna door, his back muscles flexing as he pushed it open.
Inside, the heat hit me hard, smelling strongly of cedar and sweat. Two older guys looked up from their benches, their eyes lingering on my shaky thighs and how high the trunks rode up with every step. I paused near the door, but John’s hand landed firmly on my lower back, his fingertips pressing right above the waistband of my rather embarrassing swimwear.
“Sit,” he murmured, guiding me to the hottest corner, furthest from the door, where the steam was thickest.
The older guys moved a little to make room, but they kept looking. One, a big guy with silver chest hair, openly adjusted himself under his towel as I sat on the wooden bench, very aware of how the heat made the tiny trunks cling even more. Sweat ran down my ribs, following the line where the fabric ended, and my skin began. John stretched out next to me, his thigh against mine, his coarser leg hair damp against my smooth skin.
“Relax,” he breathed, though his fingers tapped on my knee in a slow, possessive way.
After about ten minutes, the two guys left the sauna. John and I stayed a bit longer. Then he suddenly stood up, steam rising from his shoulders, and walked towards the door without looking back. I quickly followed, almost slipping on the wet tiles. The trunks were now stuck to me like a sweaty second skin. The cold air in the shower room was a shock, making my nipples stiffen right away. I caught my reflection in the foggy mirror; the pale blue fabric looked almost transparent, clinging in weird ways, and the outline of my cock was super obvious, curving against my thigh.
John handed me a towel without a word. Instead of wrapping it around my waist, he draped it over my shoulders, letting the ends hang loose.
“Hot tub next,” he said, nodding towards the door nearby where I could hear the muffled sound of bubbles.
Inside, the water was churning under dim lights, and the three men already in the tub looked up. Two of them were the guys from the sauna. Their eyes stayed on my towel a little too long. I stepped backwards into the tub, the trunks riding up even more when the water hit them.
The big guy from before chuckled, swirling his drink, something amber in a plastic cup.
“Is this a new recruit?” he asked John, who just smirked and settled in next to me, his thigh pressing against mine under the water, on purpose.
“Something like that,” John replied, tilting his head to watch my reaction as the jets pulsed against my thighs.
It felt almost naughty with so little fabric between me and the warm water. I grabbed the edge of the tub, my knuckles white, aware of every ripple against my skin, every side glance from the strangers next to me.
One of them, the leaner guy with silver chest hair, leaned back with his arms spread along the tub’s edge. His knee bumped mine under the bubbles.
“Shy,” he observed, not unkindly, but the way his gaze dropped to my lap made my throat tighten.
John’s hand slid onto my knee, his thumb stroking the little dip just above my kneecap.
“He’ll learn,” John said, and the confidence in his voice sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the water.
The other men exchanged looks, something unspoken passing between them—maybe approval, amusement, or even something hungry—before the big guy took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes still fixed on me.
The jets pulsed harder, bubbles surging against my thighs, making the fabric of my trunks billow out obscenely before sucking tight again. I clenched my jaw, staring hard at the ripples between my legs, trying not to react. But the heat, the pressure, and the knowing smirks around me were just too much. My cock twitched betrayingly, and the lean man’s chuckle was low and intimate.
“Seems he’s a quick learner,” he murmured.
John’s fingers dug in a little, possessively, as he leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“Look at them when they talk to you.”
His breath was hot on my neck.
“Good boys don’t hide from the attention they get.”
The big guy shifted, his thigh pressing more firmly against mine underwater; it was definitely on purpose now, his coarse hair brushing my skin as he moved.
“Ever been in a group setting, kid?” he asked, swirling his drink.
My throat felt dry when I swallowed, but before I could stutter out an answer, John’s hand slid higher, his fingertips touching the edge of my trunks.
“Oh, he prefers hands-on training,” John said smoothly, and the shared laughter around the tub made heat rush up my chest.
The lean man’s knee nudged mine further apart, pretending to stretch, his foot brushing my ankle, too clearly on purpose to be an accident.
Steam curled off the water, clinging to my eyelashes as I tried to focus on anything but the way my cock was straining against the thin fabric. The older guy next to me breathed out sharply through his nose, his palm coming to rest on his own thigh, so close I could feel the heat. John’s fingers tapped once on my leg, a silent instruction, and I forced myself to meet the big guy’s gaze. His pupils were wide, lips glistening where he’d licked them after his drink.
“Good,” he murmured, and hearing his approval made my stomach do a flip.
His hand slid back underwater, his knuckles brushing my knee before moving inward, so slowly I could feel every heartbeat thumping in my head. The lean man opposite smirked, stretching his arms higher along the tub’s edge, pretending to be casual, but the movement made his biceps flex, drawing my eyes down to where his stomach curved into the waterline. The big guy’s fingers traced higher, his nails catching on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and when I gasped, John’s grip on my shoulder tightened, not stopping me, just keeping me there.
The conversation above water kept going, something about squash league rankings, but under the bubbles, the big man’s thumb pressed into the soft crease where my leg met my groin. His other hand lifted his drink to his lips, his eyes never leaving John’s face as he said:
“You always did have a good eye for new potential, John.”
The lean man’s foot hooked around my ankle, pulling just enough to make my hips shift, and the sudden drag of wet fabric against my cock made a ragged breath escape my throat.
John’s chuckle was warm against my ear:
“Relax,” he murmured, but his fingers were digging into my shoulder now, holding me still in their hands.
The big guy’s touch grew bolder, his fingers brushing the strained fabric of my trunks. The lean man breathed out sharply, moving forward in the water, and I suddenly realised with a growing horror that his knee was now pressed completely against my outer thigh, boxing me in. I sat frozen, not knowing what to do. To my shame, I felt my cock getting harder and trying to escape from its tiny coverings.
My arms were resting on the edge of the tub, behind the backs of the guys on either side of me, so I couldn’t really defend myself from the wandering hand without moving them. The man to my left leaned forward, pretending to get his drink, but mainly to position himself so his knee pressed against mine underwater. This kept my legs apart, stopping me from closing them as the older man’s hand kept exploring.
The big guy’s fingers traced the outline of my erection through the damp fabric, his thumb pressing just below the tip in a way that made me gasp. He glanced at John, who gave a tiny nod, before tugging the waistband down just enough to show the flushed tip. The lean man across from us breathed out sharply, his own hand disappearing under the bubbles as the jets pulsed harder around us.
As this stranger’s hand rubbed over the thin fabric, I could feel my cock getting harder and bigger, the tip now poking out of the top of my tiny swimwear. The hand moved higher and brushed over the tip of my cock. I held my breath as it gently pulled the fabric down, showing more of my hard cock, the hand moving up and down, rubbing it.
The hand cupped my balls through the thin fabric and squeezed. I jumped a little, but I couldn’t move much since I was still boxed in. I looked up, but the guy was still looking away, though I noticed the other guys, including John, were looking at me. I looked back down quickly so they wouldn’t see me blush.
The hand moved back to my cock and started stroking it gently through the trunks. I tried to move my thigh to stop it, but the guy had his knee over mine now and held me still. He started rubbing my cock more firmly now, and I could feel my cock growing harder and straining against the fabric, the tip now more clearly visible.
The big guy to my right chuckled softly, his own hand now openly stroking himself underwater as he watched the lean man work on me. I could feel John’s fingers digging into the back of my neck, his breathing ragged against my shoulder, his other hand gripping my thigh like a vice. The lean man’s fingers circled my exposed tip, collecting the pearly pre-cum that had formed there, smearing it down my shaft with deliberate, slick strokes.
Maybe by not moving, I just encouraged the guy more, because I felt his hand curl around my hard cock. I realised that he was actually stroking me in the tub! I sat motionless, trying my best not to make a sound. As I looked up, I could see that everyone was watching me. They knew exactly what was happening. John just kept smiling at me.
The guy’s hand squeezed tighter, his thumb just rubbing that little tip in slow, crazy circles while the others just stared, looking hungry. The big, muscular guy moved even closer, his leg pressing hard against mine as his other hand went faster under the bubbles. I could hear the slick sounds of him working himself, that quiet grunt he made when his eyes locked on my shaky lips.
John leaned in, whispering against my ear:
“Tell them it feels good,” he ordered, his teeth nipping my ear when I didn’t answer right away.
“It… It feels so good,” I managed.
The skinny guy’s fingers twisted at the base of my dick, almost hurting, and the little choke I made seemed to echo through the water. The big guy groaned back, his free hand grabbing my knee to keep me spread wide as his hips moved.
Suddenly, the tub’s jets went wild, bubbles foaming up around my thighs as the skinny guy sped up, his wrist flicking in quick, practiced moves. My head flopped back against the tile, my reflection in the cloudy ceiling mirror a blur of red skin and tight fists—until the big guy grabbed my chin, making me look down at his own thick cock now poking out of the water, shiny and hard. Watch, he growled, his grip tightening in my hair as the skinny guy’s thumb pressed hard under my tip.
His hand was really going at my cock now, harder and faster. I was sure everyone could tell what was happening. I felt my balls start to tighten, knowing I’d cum any second. When I did, I gasped, my cum bursting out and mixing with the foamy water, so you couldn’t really see it. His hand kept milking my dick; all my cum was out, but he kept going. I was becoming so sensitive from all that attention, even a bit sore. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I brought my hand from behind his back, under the water, and grabbed his wrist, pulling it away.
I looked up. John was staring at me with raised eyebrows. The older guy who’d been jerking me off just looked amused. And the big guy looked mad for a second, then he laughed.
“Needs a lot more practice, John,” the big guy said, and John nodded and smiled.
“Yes, I think you’re right,” John answered.
I just sat there, trying to catch my breath after cumming. The guy stood up and, without a word, walked away from the tub and climbed out. I realised he must have been in his late 60s. He grabbed his towel and left the sauna. I stayed in the tub, trying to get my breathing back to normal. Eventually, John got up and climbed out, grabbing his towel. I quickly pulled my swim trunks back up and hurried out after him.
After the spa, John drove me to his place to get my moped. I was really quiet in the car, and he asked why. I told him I was just jumbled up about what happened in the jacuzzi, how he knew what was going on, and how I felt about it all. He just said not to worry, that I was young and had so many great things to look forward to.
When we got inside, he told me to chill on the couch while he put on a movie and made us a drink. Again, it was one of those films with a younger guy and an older man. John came back with one of his special cocktails. I drank it as we watched the movie, and I started to feel more at ease.
Then John asked what I thought of the swimwear he bought me. I told him it was pretty tiny, a bit like my sister’s underwear, both in size and colour.
John came back with another surprise when he went to refill our drinks. He gave me a few pairs of underwear, but they were pretty weird, nothing like my usual white boxers. They were much smaller, with a pouch in front and straps that went around the legs, but no back part. He said they were like jockstraps athletes wear. He told me to undress and try on a pair.
I paused, and he said, “Be a good boy.”
So, I took off my clothes and put on my underwear. It felt really odd at first. It fit around my slim waist, barely held my small penis in the front, and then the straps went around my legs but left my bottom uncovered.
He told me to walk around the room to get used to it, so I did. As I walked, he grabbed a camera from the side table and took a bunch of pictures of me walking around. He also had me pose leaning against the wall and the dining table with my bottom sticking out. He was having a good time making me pose. I asked him why there was no back part, and he said it allowed for more freedom to move and easier access.
John said he’d teach me how to kiss, and we leaned in for a closed-mouth kiss. I was unsure, but thought, “Why not?” We kissed, and then he started using his tongue, gently pushing my lips open. His mouth was wide and wet, and his tongue explored mine. Our faces were so close, our tongues moving together, strong and moist.
He pulled back, letting me breathe. Then, he licked my cheek all the way to my ear, nibbled on my earlobe, and continued down my neck to my chest. His tongue moved to my right nipple, and he softly bit it. I moaned as his hand slipped into my jockstrap, squeezing my cock and balls. He kept licking and sucking my nipple, then moved to the other one, all while stroking me. My balls started to tighten, and I knew I was close. He must’ve felt my excitement because he pulled his hand away and sat back. I was actually a little disappointed.
“Looks like you had fun,” he said.
I just nodded.
“What was that!?”
“Yes, I did,” I said, “Thank you for the kissing lesson.”
“Good boy,” he responded. “I’ve got plenty more exciting stuff to show you if you’re interested.”
I just nodded and said, “Yes, please.”