Date: Thu, 04 Apr 2002 02:36:03 +0000
From: tom fox <tfox2099@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hot Springs - I

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The stories are best read in order; otherwise, Parts II and III may
not make much sense!

Hot Springs - I

Hot, dusty, and tired.  That was me.  I had been hiking and camping in the
mountains for several days and was returning to civilisation.  It had been
great getting away, communing with nature, and getting back to basics.  I
had become an avid backpacker over the years, and something of a minimalist,
so I had taken along very few necessities.

But now, I had to admit I was looking forward to getting back to the
"creature comforts" of a long shower and a good bed.  I just had to get
someplace where I could find them!

I had hiked out of the National Forest onto a major highway.  I started
walking toward the nearest town, quite a few miles away.  I stuck out my
thumb and hitched, and soon was picked up by an elderly Native American man,
who said he was on his way in to town to the Hot Springs, and that I was
welcome to ride along with him.  I stowed my gear in the back, jumped inside
his older Ford pickup and settled in for the trip to town.

The nearest town was about 25 miles away, and he took his time driving the
twisting mountain highway, not taking any unnecessary chances while
driving.  He told me he made this drive daily, that it was 50 miles one way
from his home to town, but that he went there daily for the healing effects
of the Hot Springs in town.  I asked him about this, and he told me that
there was an ancient belief among his People that the Hot Springs had a
healing effect on the body, ridding it of all evil spirits and releasing
the cleansing spirits that each of us possess.  He told me that there was a
general swimming pool for the tourists and a few soaking pools, but that
there were also some natural baths in caves attached to the pool area, that
few of the tourists took advantage of, mainly indulged in by the locals.
There was a really hot soaking pool, several lesser, cooler soaking pools,
and a naturally occurring steam room of varying temperatures, depending on
where in the cave you sat, and a cool down pool.  There was also a changing
room and showers, and that all of the baths were clothing optional.

We arrived in town and went directly to the Hot Springs.  As it turned out,
there was also a motel next door, which the elderly gentleman recommended to
me.  Not overly fancy, but certainly comfortable, and if I stayed there,
they offered complimentary passes to the Hot Springs and baths.  This was an
offer I couldn't refuse.

I checked in, and the Native American girl behind the counter gave me the
key to my room.  It turned out that the motel and the Hot Springs were run
by Native Americans, as the town was located bordering a local Reservation,
and many Native Americans were employed in town, at the Hot Springs
specifically.   The girl smiled as she handed me the key.  "I see you met my
Grandfather. He's always picking up `strays' coming into town", she said
with a laugh.  "My uncle works at the front desk of the Hot Springs, here is
your pass, tell him you are staying here, and he will take good care of
you."

I thanked the young lady, took the key and pass from her, and proceeded to
my room.  Nothing fancy, as the old gentleman had told me, but very
comfortable.  I sat on the bed, and bounced up and down.  It was comfortable
all right, and just the thing I needed after my week in the wilderness.  I
got up, stripped off my clothes, and turned to go take a shower.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, as I walked toward the
bathroom.  God, I was a mess, really dusty, and smelly.  I was amazed I had
not put off the elderly gentleman and his granddaughter.  I looked at myself
more critically.  I'm 5 foot 10 inches, 190 pounds, short sandy blond hair
with grey starting to show (more than I would like), and a neatly trimmed
beard, that was desperately in need of attention.   Being out in the boonies
and being physically active had been good to me, as the love handles that
had been starting to show, were now gone, and the four-pack on my abs were
actually starting to look like a 6-pack.  At least in my imagination.
Another 10-15 pounds gone, and I would have that 6-pack beginning.  Not too
bad for a guy in his 40's, late 40's actually.  A little chest hair between
my pecs, and a hair trail from my stomach down to my crotch.  Nope, not bad
at all.  My 6 inch cock was limp between my legs, my ball sack hanging
loose.

I stepped into the shower and let the water stream on me for a long time,
getting all of the dust and grime off of me.  I lathered up and washed
myself real good, rinsed, and then lathered and washed again.  I did the
same with my hair, to make sure that I got all of the grime out.

After showering and toweling off, I slipped into some swim trunks and
sandals, grabbed a clean towel and headed off toward the Hot Springs.  I
wanted to take advantage of these healing waters and get all of the
remaining kinks out of my body, before it was too late.

I walked in to the lobby and was instantly amazed by the man behind the
desk.  I had expected to see a middle-aged man, but there was a young Native
American man about 28 or 29, looking intently at the computer screen.   The
intensity on his face was incredible, and I had a chance to study his
features.  His face was incredibly handsome; a broad forehead with deep,
coal-black eyes set beneath two arched eyebrows.  The perfect nose flared
above a mouth that showed just a hint of a pout.  The hourglass jaw was
exquisitely chiseled and led to a perfect chin.  There was absolutely no
facial hair on this magnificent face, but it was framed in long, coal-black
hair, that fell naturally around that face.  The hair was nearly collar
length, not too long, not too short.  That collar was open at the top,
several buttons undone, exposing a muscular neck and the top of an equally
muscular chest.  "God, I would love to see the rest of this dude", I thought
to myself.

"Be with you in just a minute, sir. Need to let this program finish doing
it's thing", he said, in a voice to match the face.  Deep and resonant, slow
and deliberate, with self-assurance - I could tell that just in the few
words that he spoke.

I watched and waited patiently until he turned to me, stood  and smiled, and
said "Now, how can I help you, sir?"  He was about 6 foot 4 inches, probably
around 200 pounds, all of it lean.  That smile was incredible, and it took
all my concentration to stammer "Uh, I'm staying at the motel, the young
girl there told me to ask for her uncle over here.  I have a pass to the Hot
Springs, wanted to get the kinks out.  I've been hiking and camping for the
past week".  I realised that I was starting to ramble and made a conscious
effort to find an ending to my babbling. I also felt a quiver in my swim
trunks as the beginnings of a hard-on started tenting my suit.  I held my
towel in front of my crotch, hoping he would not notice.

"Well, I'm her uncle.  My name is Dan.  You are most welcome here.  Lone
Eagle told me to expect you, that he had brought you into town, and thought
you might need some healing waters.  I can tell he was right.  You look
tired.  What exactly are you looking for"?

"I just want to relax and enjoy some peace and quiet" I said.

"Well, the swimming pool may not be what you want, you might rather enjoy
the baths.  It's much more private, no one under the age of 21 is permitted
there.  Many of the elders go there to soak and enjoy the baths.  It's
getting sort of late, though.  Normally, I would say to come back tomorrow,
but I can tell you can use the healing waters, so if you are still here at
closing, I can let you stay a bit longer", Dan said, those coal black eyes
so direct, that smile so warm and winning.

"That would be great!  Which way do I go?  I might want to swim a few laps
in the pool, so if you can direct me there as well, I'd appreciate it", I
said.

"Suits are required at the swimming pool, but the baths are clothing
optional.  All of the elders will be without suits in the baths.  I hope
that will not make you uncomfortable" Dan said.

"Not at all, in fact I prefer it", I replied.

"Good.  Well, just follow this hallway, it's fairly well lit.  It leads into
the caves where the baths are located.  Prior to the entrance, there is a
gated area that leads to the swimming pool.  Just remember your suit if you
go to the pool after the baths!", Dan said with a little laugh.

Since I had my suit on, I decided to try to swimming pool first.  I headed
through the gate and into the pool area.  Dan was right, it was not exactly
quiet.  Families, mainly tourists there, with a goodly number of kids, even
at this late hour.  Taking advantage of it while they can, I guess. I
figured to do some laps in the lap lanes and then  go to the baths.

I jumped in (no diving allowed) to the lap pool and pushed off from the end,
starting my laps slowly, until I established a good rhythm.  I settled into
my rhythm, and before I knew it, I had done 25 laps.  Five more, and I will
head toward the baths.

I finished my laps, climbed out of the pool and headed toward the baths.
The caves containing the baths were dimly lit, just enough light to see
where one was going.  I looked around upon entry and noted that I was in a
great room area, with a shower room and changing room off to one side.

"Well, I don't need to change too much", I thought to myself, and
immediately stripped off my suit and kicked off my sandals and put them on
a bench.

There were a few elderly and middle-aged men milling around, some headed
toward the showers and changing areas.  I proceeded to a cave area with a
sign that said "SOAKING POOLS" and entered.  There were only 2 elderly men
there, one of them Lone Eagle, the old gentleman who had given me a ride
into town.

"Ah, good to see you, my friend.  You came to partake of the healing waters.
This will rid you of the evil spirits and relax your body",  Lone Eagle
said.

"Thank you.  You were right, this will help me tremendously", and with that,
I entered the pool.  HOT!  Jeez, was that hot!  I looked up and there was a
sign that indicated that this particular pool was at 110 degrees.  Lone
Eagle smiled and said "This pool is to be used sparingly.  It is quite hot
for the uninitiated. Soak no longer than 5 minutes, if you can manage that
long.  There are other pools that are of lesser heat."

I submerged myself up to my neck and felt the warmth radiating throughout my
body.  The feeling was incredible!  But it was also too hot for me, so
before 5 minutes was up, I got out and proceeded to another, unoccupied
pool, with a sign that indicated the temperature at 100 degrees.  Ah!  That
was better!  There were 8 other pools of  various sizes and temperatures,
and I decided that I would sample them all.

For the next hour or so, I moved around to the various pools, and as I did
so, the elders began to leave, including Lone Eagle.  Soon it was just me in
the cave pools.  I lost all track of time, as I moved from pool to pool.

As I was getting out of one pool and started heading toward the steam room,
I became aware of another presence in the cave.  A tall dark form was moving
toward the hottest pool.  I looked over and saw that it was Dan.

"Checking for stragglers", Dan said.  "Plus, I always take in the baths
before closing up for the night.  Take your time, don't worry.  I usually
spend at least an hour here myself, before calling it a night."  That smile
flashed at me, and even in the low light, I could see the ease by which that
smile came to his face, that perfect face.  I tried not to stare as he
walked toward the pool, but could not help myself.  He obviously worked out
on a regular basis, that bulging chest now readily visible.  His pecs where
huge, not a hair on his chest, and large dark round nipples. His arms were
incredible, giant biceps and triceps bulging. His lats spread out from his
chest and back that V-tapered, trailing down to a tiny waist.  Muscular legs
moved him toward the pool, and I watched him as he started in. I tried to
get a glimpse of his cock, but he was turned at such an angle as to block my
view.  I could see his abs;  he was not perfect.  He only had a 6-pack
showing, and the ever so slight beginning of a paunch that prevented an
8-pack from being visible.  "Damn! Not a God after all," I said to myself
and smiled as I walked into the steamroom.

I sat in the darkness of the steamroom, reveling in the quiet and the
isolation, and near complete darkness of that cave.  Lone Eagle had been
right, if you move around the cave, the intensity of the steam in the room
changes.  I sat for a while in a steamy area, and then moved to an area of
less steam, almost tepid in comparison.  I sat there on the stone bench in
silence, the sweat dripping from my body, the sense of tension melting away.

I became aware of a presence beside me, sitting closer to me than would
normally be acceptable under the circumstances.  We were the only 2 in the
steamroom cave, and yet, this body was right next to me, the skin of the
outer thigh barely grazing my own skin. We sat in complete silence, enjoying
the effects of the steam.  I reached to scratch a bead of sweat from my leg,
and grazed my hand across the top of the leg next to me.  The body next to
me moved the leg, moved both legs so that they were spread wider apart, as
if in invitation.  There was a very faint grunting sound coming from this
body next to me.  I became a bit bolder, and wiped the sweat off my leg
again, this time allowing my hand to remain on the inner thigh of the leg
next to me.  The legs spread even wider, even more invitingly.  "Do what you
know you want to do", Dan's unmistakable voice said to me, barely more than
a whisper.

I ran my hand up the thigh ever so slowly, until I could feel the pubic
hairs in his crotch.  My hand moved over the pubic hair and up toward his
belly, feeling those ab muscles, as they tightened ever so slightly.  I
moved my hand back down to his crotch, and gently grazed against his uncut
cock.  It was hanging  limp down between those open, inviting legs.  My
fingers gently teased the topside of it, and I gently lifted that cock up,
and gently pulled the foreskin back.  As I did so, I could feel it beginning
to stir, that quiet unrest that comes from stimulation.  My touch must have
been just right, as Dan moved his body invitingly, opening his legs wider.

"Yeah, that's the right touch", he said quietly.  I continued to fondle his
cock as it grew in length and width.  He became harder and harder, as I
managed to increase my hold and grip on his cock.  Not large, not much
larger than mine, probably about 7 inches, but very thick.  It was quite a
nice handful, as I kept the foreskin pulled back and massaged the head of
his cock with my fingers.

This was having the right effect on him, as I could hear his breathing
becoming slightly more rapid, and he moaned lightly.  "Ohhhh...oh, yeah,"
he said.  "That feels great.  Keep it up.  Do what you know you want to
do."

I knew what I wanted to do, but first I was going to tease him for a bit.
I grabbed his leg and directed him to swing his body around so that he
could lie back on the stone bench.  It was not overly hot, since we were in
the cooler part of the steamroom cave, and there was no danger of him
scalding his skin.  My eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the cave, with
just a hint of light coming in from the opening by the soaking pools.  I
leaned his body down, watched those incredible abs flex as he declined his
body onto the stone bench, and stretched out, his full 6 feet 4 inches in
front of me.

I climbed on top of him, my body up against his, my chest pressed against
his chest, my face near his face.  I leaned down to him, and pressed my
lips against his, tentatively at first, then with more firmness.  His mouth
opened willingly to accept my mouth, and my tongue darted into him mouth,
meeting his inquisitive tongue.  I kissed him with a passion that I had not
felt for a very long time, and I could feel my cock, pressing against his
cock, get harder. As I kissed him harder and harder, I began to grind my
hips into his, pressing my cock against his, both of now with raging
hard-ons.  Our breathing became more rapid, both from the passion we were
feeling as well as the heat from the steamroom cave.  The sweat was pouring
off our bodies, as we ground them together.  He began to thrust his hips up
into mine.  He broke away from our kiss.  "OHHHH..", he moaned loudly.  "Do
what you know you want to do".

I moved my body down his, kissing that incredibly muscular body,running my
hands all over him, causing him to moan even more.  Slowly, I moved my face
down to that target, that great beautiful cock of his.  I put my lips
gently on the head of his cock, my lips opening as the taper of his cock
entered my willing lips.  I pulled the foreskin back even more and tongued
around the underside of his cock, my lips circling around the head, top and
bottom.  I knew what I wanted to do, what I had to do.  I took all of his
cock into my mouth and felt the head hit the back of my throat.  Dan moaned
louder, rocking his hips from side to side, while simultaneously thrusting
upward, trying to force even more of himself into my mouth.  His upraised
hips were the invitation I was looking for.

I took one hand and started playing with his balls as I sucked this God into
my mouth.  My hand roamed all over his ball sack, and made it's way down to
his ass.  There was not a hair on his ass, indeed nowhere else on his body,
except his head and crotch.  I played with the opening to his velvet hole,
and then suddenly rammed a finger into that hole.

He gasped and moaned at the same time, and I felt an involuntary tightening
around my finger.  "Relax.  I would never hurt you," I whispered hoarsely.
I felt the tightness loosen up, and moved a second, then third, finger into
his ass.  All the while, I was sucking his cock with incredible diligence,
bobbing my head up and down on him, taking him deep into my throat.

I continued to suck him, first slowly, then at an increased speed.  I
varied the speed and the tightness of my lips around his cock.  I was
totally amazed that he has not yet come; usually when I did this, it drove
the guy crazy and he couldn't help but shoot his load.  Dan, however, was
showing incredible restraint.  I took that as a challenge to make him cum.

I increased my pace, while creating a vacuum against his cock.  I started to
bob my head up and down like a madman, and at the same time working my
fingers in and out of his velvet hole.  He began bucking like crazy, and
that moment that I was looking for, became evident.

"Oh shit..fuck..fuck..suck my cock, dude.  I've never had it like this
before.  Oh, yeah, buddy.  Suck me good.  Fuck me with your fingers", he
said, as I continued working on him like a well-oiled machine, pistoning my
fingers in and out of his fuckhole, while moving my head up and down as he
drove his hot cock deep down my throat.  I felt the tension build, his cock
getting harder, the veins on his cock becoming even more evident in my
mouth -- he was reaching the point of no return.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhffffffuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk!", Dan shouted in a long a loud
moan, echoing through the cave.  Dan's first spurt was with a force that
nearly gagged me, and I struggled to take it all in.  Another spurt, then
another and then several more and his cum was dribbling out of the corners
of my mouth.  I was trying to slurp every last drop down, but it was a
losing battle.  I continued to suck him like a man possessed, wanting him
to experience something that he would not soon forget.  He continued to
buck him hips up into my face, and then began to relax.  But I was not done
with him.

I released my mouthgrip on his cock, and removed my fingers from his hole.
I grabbed his legs and threw them back toward his massive shoulders, bending
him in half.  "I'm going to do what you know I want to do" I said, as I
replaced my fingers with my rock hard cock, ramming it deep into his velvet
hole.  He let out a long, deep, guttural moan and then I felt his body
relax, as I was deep inside of him, my cock pressing into his body, his body
doubled in half.  I started a gentle rocking motion, so that I could get my
face closer to him, so I could kiss him as I fucked him.

His legs were spread wide and back.  Good thing he was in good shape!  I
began to kiss him slow and deep as I rocked back and forth deep inside his
manhole.  He was very tight, I didn't know if he had ever taken a man this
way before.  I started to move slightly in and out of him, increasing my
speed, since I knew it would not take much for me to cum.  Fuck, I could
have shot my load just from sucking him.  His willingness to take my cock
inside of him was that much more of a turn on.

I started pistoning his asshole, and felt that moment of no return.  My
cock grew even harder and larger as I shot my first load of hot jism deep
within him.  I screamed in pleasure, and the sound reverberated throughout
all the caves, echoing back to me.  Load after hot load of my juices flooded
his ass and I could feel him tense up again, as he shot for a second time,
his own hot jism hitting his muscular chest, neck and face.  Shit, he was
shooting as much the second time as he did the first!

I continued pummeling this young stallion's ass, until I had no more to
give.  We both were sweating like crazy, the sweat dripping from both our
bodies, panting, gasping for breath.  I remained deep inside of him, until I
could pull out with ease.  Once I pulled my cock out of his ass, I
immediately attacked his still rock hard cock, sucking the remaining juices
that he had shot for the second time, and moved up his body to lick the
other jism off the rest of his body.  I lingered at his chest, that massive,
incredible chest, teasing his nipples with my tongue, slurping his spent
juices, and washed his nipples with my mouth.  Still holding some juices in
my mouth, I moved up and kissed him long and hard, my tongue probing deep
down his throat, releasing the juices from my mouth into his.   He greedily
returned the kiss, slurping down the jism that I passed to him.

I got up from where he was laying on the stone bench, and said "that's what
I wanted to do, what I needed to do.  Glad to see that you did too" and with
that, turned and walked out of the steamroom cave, and immediately proceeded
outside to the swimming pool.  There was no one around, the entire area was
dark, as I dove in to the cooling waters of the swimming pool and began to
swim laps.  I heard another splash and sensed that Dan had jumped in too.
I swam a few laps, until I was quite exhausted.  I stopped and floated on my
back, and felt Dan's hands around my waist as he came up from behind and
underneath me.

"Dude.  You gonna be here for a while?  The next day or two?" he asked.

"Count on it."  I replied.


End of Part I


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