The group stopped dead, spellbound.
“Holy fuck,” said Harper, voicing what they all thought.
“Worth the detour?” Cole asked, dismounting.
“More than worth it.” said Jack.
It was Harper who made the first move. She stripped off her shirt and shorts with zero hesitation. She wore nothing underneath. Her body, all clean lines and solid curves, looked sculpted for this environment, as if she’d been forged in a glacier and sanded smooth by a thousand years of wind. Her tits were perfect—bigger than most, with a heavy, natural fall that didn’t need propping up. Big pink nipples, pebbled in the cold. She was lean everywhere else, abs tight but not harsh, thighs thick from a lifetime of moving her own weight uphill. Her bush was a fiery orange that matched her hair, trimmed tight at the edges but not shaved—sexy in a way that said she actually liked herself, that she’d never once apologized for being too much.
Harper waded in first, water cresting at her hips. She glanced back at the group. “You’re all coming in, right?”
Jack smirked and tossed his shorts to the rock. He was bigger than he looked in clothes—muscles that stuck out everywhere, clean tan lines, the whole thing very calculated. His cock was soft but heavy, balls hanging low, it swung as he walked. “Last one in has to scrub the pots tonight,” Jack announced.
Cole stripped down with quiet confidence—no show, just purpose. His body was all hard angles and rugged utility: broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, chest covered in dark hair that trailed down his stomach, abs defined without trying.
When Cole stripped naked, Riley couldn't help but notice that Cole was uncut—the only one in their group with his foreskin intact. His cock was soft and unassuming against powerful thighs, nestled in thick dark hair. Cole was a grower. Riley found himself wondering what Cole’s real size was— as a grower Cole’s cock doesn’t look like much when soft, on the smaller side actually, but Riley couldn’t help but wonder if Cole’s soft cock would grow to be huge when hard or just average? That’s the fun of a grower, they make you wonder and keep you in anticipation until you see it hard.
Riley admired Cole’s hands. Strong. Dexterous. That was what Riley always noticed first in a man. It was almost as if the hands could reveal everything the cock didn’t.
Ethan was last, still clutching his towel like a shield. Riley watched as he debated, glanced at Harper, then Jack, then finally Cole. Maybe it was seeing the others naked, or maybe it was the challenge, but Ethan let the towel fall. Riley tried not to stare, but did anyway.
Ethan’s physique was a masterpiece, illuminated by the soft morning light—his sun-kissed skin glistened with a tantalizing sheen, accentuating the defined muscles of his chest and arms. A subtle trail of dark hair led down his torso, framing abs that were sculpted to perfection, each ridge a testament to his dedication in the gym or perhaps a deeper struggle with self-image. As he stood there, his soft cock hung, teasingly blurring the lines between “shower” and “grower.” It was nestled comfortably above a pair of perfectly shaped balls. The mushroom head was a luscious and glistening slightly as if beckoning for attention. Riley felt a rush of heat flood through him, an undeniableappreciation igniting within, before he quickly averted his gaze, not wanting to linger too long so it wouldn’t be weird.
“Nice cock,” Riley remarked, a playful wink accompanying his words, hoping to keep the mood light and avoid any awkwardness. The group took that as their cue, eyes drifting toward Ethan’s exposed form. Heat crept into Ethan’s cheeks as he glanced down at himself, then back up at Riley. “Uhhh… I’m not… I mean, thanks.”
Riley chuckled, his tone teasing yet warm. “Sorry, I forgot that straight guys can be a bit sensitive about that. The gay in me just couldn’t resist checking it out.”
Ethan’s smile widened, a mix of embarrassment and newfound confidence blooming within him. “It’s fine, actually. It’s nice to hear—men don’t often get compliments about their cocks, especially not from women, so I’ll take what I can get.”
Harper floated on her back, unashamed. “It’s a hot spring, not an orgy. Get over yourselves.”
Riley peeled off his clothes, revealing his lean, compact frame—wiry rather than muscular, with a dancer's economy of movement. Unlike the others, his body was smooth. His cock was notably small when soft and his balls hung close to his body, two small plums in a tight sack that seemed perpetually contracted against the mountain chill. Now nude and in the water, Riley swam out to the deeper end, where the hot and cold currents mixed. He liked the feeling of everyone stripped down, the social rules dissolving, the tension between what you could see and what you’d been told not to look at.
Riley catalogued the group: Harper’s beautiful body; Jack’s swinging cock; Cole’s secretiveness and the aura that he could break a person without meaning to; Ethan’s hesitance, which was sexier than any of them realized.
Riley also noted that Jack never once took his eyes off Harper, while Ethan kept flicking his gaze to Cole, quickly, like a kidstealing glances at the sun. Cole, for his part, didn’t seem to notice anyone at all, but Riley knew better.
They all found space on the natural stone ledges beneath the water. The steam made everyone look a little blurred, like an oil painting with too much gloss.
After a few minutes of soaking, Harper asked, “Is it just me, or is this the most relaxed anyone has felt since day one?”
Riley agreed.
“Do you always shrink up this much in the water?” Jack asked, feigning concern as he eyed Ethan’s cock.
Ethan rolled his eyes. “I’m not here to impress you.”
“Let’s see what happens when it gets hard,” Harper mused, eyes unblinking. “Maybe it’s like one of those self-inflating mattresses.”
Ethan was gazing again at Cole’s cock and body—Riley caught it, and knew that Harper did, too. She looked at Riley across the pool, raised her eyebrows, and Riley gave the smallest of nods followed by a grin, pleased to be in such company. “For the record,” he said, “I’m here for the sexual tension. It makes the whole trip better.”
Ethan tried to laugh it off. “You guys are insane.”
The group quieted, letting the water do its work. For a while, all anyone could hear was the burble of the hot spring and the echo of water slapping against the stone.
Harper broke the silence, lowering herself deeper into the water so only her shoulders and tits were visible. “It’s kind of amazing, the way being naked strips everything down. All the pretending, all the shields. You just… are.”
Riley agreed. “It’s the only time anyone’s ever said anything profound with their tits out.”
