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I acknowledge that my interest in going to spas on my recent Japan tour was to be naked with a potential audience. A female or mixed group would have been preferable, but in their absence, a group of blokes was better than nothing. I am an exhibitionist first and foremost, with a submissive bent thrown in.
Given the chance, I would never wear clothes. I feel completely free and unrestrained without clothing. I come alive. And whenever this nudity is appreciated by others, my joy is without limit. I also believe that any activity that takes place between adults, in which they all willingly and actively take part, is fair, nobody else's business.
On this particular spa visit, I had a very tight schedule. The spa was scheduled to open at 6.30 am, breakfast started at 7 am, and the bus was due to restart the tour at 7.45 am. This hotel advertised both indoor, and outdoor spas for men, and separate spas for women.
It was a so-called ten-minute walk from the accommodation to the spa. There was misty rain, and I thought it might not be easy to find, so I started out at 6.15 am. I reached it by 6.20 am, no problem, as the young attendant was opening the door. He ushered me inside.
I found the men's facility easily, entered, removed my shoes as required, and then moved into the changing area. I removed my bathrobe, and now naked, moved into the bathing area, which extended from the changing area. As usual, there were six to eight washing bays, three or four on each side wall.
I noticed that one bay, nearest the pool, was occupied by a Japanese man washing, or rinsing, his hair. Ignoring him, I explored a couple of other bays, each of which had a hand-held shower which could be attached to either of two hooks, and a basin with a tap. A connector could vary water temperature on one side, or switch between tap or shower, and control water volume, on the other.
Alongside the basin, on a ledge, were plastic bottles containing shampoo, conditioner and body wash, and sundry grooming tools. In front of the basin was a very low plastic stool, which faced a mirror above the basin. On the floor was an overturned plastic bowl for use when washing.
I casually, and blatantly exhibited my nakedness, as I studied the bay contents, and bent low unashamedly to turn the bowl over and reposition the stool. I luxuriated in my nudity, and never minded making this obvious. I quickly washed and rinsed, stood up, walked a few steps to the indoor pool, and then a couple of more steps to the sliding door that opened to the much smaller outdoor pool, only one pace from the door.
I stepped into the pool, and took up a position facing the door, head resting on one wall of the pool, feet touching the opposite wall, bottom and legs on the floor of the pool, and shoulders and arms resting on the single step that led into the pool. The water was crystal clear, the early morning sun now starting to replace the mist. I was studying my body, now shown to perfection, with pride and admiration.
Long, shapely hairless and athletic legs. Flat, sculpted hairless torso. A beautiful (in my humble opinion) hairless pair of testicles, topped by a circumcised shapely and hairless penis that seemed to float in the water above my testicles, but unable to detach itself from them. My body could never look better. This was male nakedness to perfection, I concluded.
My self-admiration was interrupted by a Japanese man, who had stepped out or the doorway, to stand almost at my feet, and who seemed to be admiring my body from above, and from the other side. Was he the man I had seen inside? I guessed so. Our eyes met, and he smiled. I reflexively returned the smile.
From his viewpoint, I must have seemed uninhibited and inviting. He seemed to admire the view. With one hand he casually separated his cock from the rest of his package, seemingly to give it greater freedom. He smiled, and winked as he did so. I returned his smile with heightened enthusiasm.
Here was a body I could admire. He appeared a little older than me - in his forties perhaps. Shorter than myself, fleshier, but by no means fat. Hairless, brownish yellow, unmarked torso. A cock about as long as mine, but fleshier. Circumcised! I love the sight of circumcised cocks, being circumcised myself. And his only pubic hair rested in a small contained bunch sitting atop his penis. To say I became interested would be an understatement.
He began to stroke his cock slowly but with vigour, as he continued to stare into my eyes and smile lasciviously. He took one step down on to the ledge against which my feet rested. I widened the gap between my feet, inviting him to come even closer. He stepped on to the floor of the pool, and as he did so, I sat up more, such that my mouth was now more or less level with his approaching penis.
As he closed in, and his cock came within reach, I opened my mouth, to clearly indicate that it was very welcome inside. In truth, I wanted nothing less than to devour it. Instead, taking his hardening cock between thumb and a finger, he slapped my face several times with it, on both sides.
As he did so, his face turned away, and he loudly shouted something behind, obviously in his own language. His attention thus off me temporarily, I took the opportunity to grab his cock in both hands, and wrap my mouth around its knob, firmly and securely.
I sucked it fiercely, even frantically. He responded vigorously, pulling my head inwards, so that his cock filled my mouth, and I was close to gagging. He bucked, and shoved. I tried to suck the life out of this grateful cock. Even though it was hard under its surface, this beautiful cock had enough flesh to give an entirely different, inviting texture for my mouth to enjoy. I sensed he was on the verge of cumming, and I anticipated the flood of his juices that would reward me, but he had other ideas.
He pulled my head away, and forcefully turned me around, so that I knelt on the ledge, hands supporting me on the pool's edge, above the water line, and my love hole positioned roughly where my mouth had been. With one hand he hurriedly and roughly applied copious amounts of his spittle around and into my anus, whilst with the other he was slapping the right side of my bottom extremely energetically. The disappointment of not receiving his semen into my mouth was replaced with the excitement of anticipating that his manhood would soon plunge deep inside me.
The first thrust brought a cry of delight, and pain, from my mouth. He smothered my mouth with one of his hands, uttering, "Sshh," the only verbal communication I had with him during our entire meeting. It was then that I noticed that we had been joined by the young man who had let me into the spa. He was now naked, pounding his cock, sitting on the grass, only a foot or so away, closely studying my predicament.
The cock was thrusting wildly, and urgently, deep into me. My bottom greedily lifted to welcome each thrust. Too soon, he ejaculated voluminously inside me, and his powerful slapping resumed on my right buttock. I noticed the younger man stand. I was bucking, and squirming, wanting the urgent fucking to continue, but my donor was spent, and withdrew with a final lash across my bottom.
In virtually no time at all, the younger man was standing behind me, holding my neck back with one hand, while he scooped up some juice from high between my legs, and my buttocks. He wiped this residue across my mouth and face, and another scoop into my hair. As his longer, thinner cock plunged inside me, the older man pressed his limp cock against my lips. The knowledge of where it had just come from, excited me greatly. In fact, my greater focus was on getting this penis back to life, rather than on my other end, enjoying as it was, the urgent attention of the younger man.
The loud noise, of a doorbell being pressed long and hard, interrupted our action. The older man pulled his cock from my mouth, even as my jaw tried to trap it inside. I never saw him again. I think the younger guy would have acted more promptly too, if he had not begun to ejaculate. While still in full flow, he pulled out, but lathered my back with the remainder of his warm, copious, precious sperm. Then he too, was gone.
I was in shock. The action had been so intense, so urgent, that I had trouble coming to my senses. My whole self was hoping, or expecting, things to resume. I was also on such a sexual high, that coming back to earth was difficult enough, even without the abrupt ending. So for an indeterminate period, I remained glued to the spot. Finally, it was the pain that brought me around. My knees stung. My shins felt scraped. My back was sore. The base of my thumbs were lightly lacerated, and the rest of my palms ached.
My first inclination was to plunge backwards into the pool to recuperate. It dawned on me that this would damage the otherwise pristine purity of the water. I thought that this was the reasoning behind the younger man cleaning up after the older guy, by spreading the escaping semen across my face and hair, rather than let it drip into the pool.
So I stood on to the ledge, and then up to the edge of the pool. I re-examined my hands. There was some scraping, a little blood, but nothing serious. My knees were somewhat of a mess. The ledge had been rough, to prevent slipping, and so had caused some definite bleeding, but nothing that some cloth or tissue paper could not staunch. My shins were also bleeding a little, having been thrust against the corner of the ledge so violently. My left buttock was bright red, turning purple. It would pass. My cock was still somewhat erect, but subsiding.
I turned. There were four or five faces gazing at me from inside. The sliding door had not been closed. It was glass anyway! What did they see? What did they think? Maybe I had just slipped and fallen! Or did they notice the blobs and streams of cum, I felt sure were still clinging to me. How should I handle the likely embarrassment of being accused of what had just happened? Obviously, no-one had seen it, but the results looked suspicious.
It took no time to decide. I would wear my appearance as a badge of honour, no matter what they thought. This boldness re-invigorated my sexuality, and my cock quickly grew to full alert. I strode into the washing area, where the people were watching, not washing. I saw my face and hair in the mirror.
Yes, pretty obvious what was there! I noticed a little stream slowly sliding down my upper leg. Also pretty obvious! I bent low, to position the stool, and with blatant exaggeration, exposed my anus to anyone caring to look. I hoped the semen was still visible.
I lathered up with body wash, showered and rinsed thoroughly, aware that all eyes were still on me.
I towelled off thoroughly and unapologetically., keeping my still erect cock to the fore. I smiled at each face still scrutinising me. I briefly considered masturbating for them, but rightly assumed this to be going too far. I donned my robe and slippers, and left the room. The young man was back at his post. He tried to avoid my gaze.
I took his hand and shook it, saying, "I hope you will not get into trouble." He smiled sheepishly, but said nothing, and he probably did not understand me anyway. I opened my robe to reveal my still erect and very grateful penis.
He laughed. "Very good," I think I heard him say.
I was in time for breakfast, and the bus. I had slipped and fallen in the spa, for anyone who asked, particularly my wife. I'll tell her about it one day. She tolerates most of my eccentricities. As I do hers.
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