His hand moved down my chest, fingers trailing over my collarbone, down to my sternum. "Do you mind if I touch you lower?”
I looked around the room. Nobody was staring. But then again, we weren't exactly putting on a show, but we weren't invisible either. A few people had glanced our way, though no one seemed particularly interested in what we were doing. Still, the idea of doing this in front of everyone turned me on more than I expected.
“I don’t want any reciprocation, alright?” Erik said, still waiting for my answer. “I just want to help you unwind a little bit so you can enjoy yourself.”
I swallowed hard. The offer was generous, and part of me wanted to argue that I should reciprocate, that it wasn't fair otherwise. But a larger part of me, the part that had been starved for touch and attention for two years, wanted nothing more than to let someone else take care of me for once.
"Okay," I whispered.
Erik's hand moved lower, ghosting over my ribs, my stomach, until his fingers found my cock under the water. I gasped at the contact, my head falling back against the pool's edge. It had been so long since anyone but me had touched me there that even the gentle pressure of his fingers wrapping around me was almost overwhelming.
"Jesus," I breathed.
"Shh," Erik murmured, his mouth close to my ear. "Just let me take care of you."
His hand moved slowly, stroking me with practiced ease. The warm water created a different kind of friction than I was used to, and combined with the surreal nature of being touched by a stranger in a room full of people, it was almost too much sensation to process. I could feel myself getting close embarrassingly quickly.
"I'm not going to last long," I warned him.
"Good," he said simply. "That's the point."
His thumb swept over the head of my cock, and that was it. I came harder than I had in months, possibly years, my whole body tensing as the orgasm rolled through me. Erik's hand kept moving, working me through it until I was shaking and oversensitive.
When it was over, I slumped against the pool's edge, breathing hard. Erik's hand gentled on my chest, just resting there while I came back to myself.
"Better?" he asked.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was smiling, but it wasn't smug or self-satisfied. It was warm, genuinely pleased that he'd been able to help.
"Much better," I said, and meant it. There was something loose in my chest that hadn't been there before, like a knot that had finally been untied.
"Good. That's what this place is for." He squeezed my shoulder once more, then started to pull away. "I'm going to go check out the steam room. You should explore a little, see what else catches your interest."
"Erik," I called as he climbed out of the pool. "Thank you."
He grinned at me over his shoulder. "My pleasure. Literally and figuratively."
I watched him walk away, water droplets trailing down his back, and felt something I hadn't experienced in years. Gratitude, yes, but also possibility I guess? Like maybe there were other things I'd forgotten how to want that I might remember, given the right circumstances.
I stayed in the pool for a while longer, letting the warm water and the afterglow of what had just happened settle into my bones. Around me, the quiet conversations continued. Someone laughed. Water lapped gently against the pool's edges. It was peaceful in a way that felt almost foreign to my system.
Eventually, though, curiosity got the better of me. I climbed out of the pool, grabbed my towel, and decided to explore.
Down the hall I found the steam rooms and the sauna, one of which Erik was in. On the other side I found a set of stairs leading upwards to the private rooms. I went up, touring the place just to get my bearings.
That area, it seemed, was far more active. I walked past one room that had the door standing open, the bench unoccupied. And sticking through a hole in the wall just above it was a cerulean blue cock, patiently waiting for someone to come by and give it attention. Of course, I had to stop for a moment and marvel at the ridges and bumps over its surface. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen and I had no idea what kind of creature it might belong to.
“You taking that room?” a voice behind me asked.
I turned around to come face to face with a creature I’d never seen before. He was easily seven feet tall, muscular, and covered in dark brown fur. His face was that of a bear. But his cock… well, it looked mostly human except for the fact that it was as thick as my forearm and at least ten inches long.
“Uh… I… I…” I stammered, my throat going dry. I took a breath and swallowed hard. “No. I was just passing by.”
“You sure?” The bear man seemed genuinely concerned that he was stepping on my toes. “I can find a different room.” He glanced inside, licking his lips. “But I do love the taste of merman cock.”
“He’s all yours,” I replied, shifting out of the way.
“Thanks, buddy,” the bear man replied. Then he stopped, giving me a once over. “If you want to get into the booth next door, I’d be happy to take care of you too.”
