DAVID:

    When I walked out of the sauna, I immediately dashed to the nearby water fountain. I lapped up the cool water, restoring energy to my overheated body. As I leaned down to drink, I felt some of my husband's cum leaking out of my asshole and trickling down the back of my thigh. Our nephew Axel, who was standing behind me waiting in line for the fountain, noticed it as well. As I guzzled the water in a bent position, Axel reached between my asscheeks and wiped his uncle's jizz off my body, tracing it all the way up to my twitching hole. When I was done drinking and turned around to face my nephew, the teen just shot me a wink and bent down to have a drink himself. Of course, I couldn't help but eye his naked ass. He'd been freshly fucked, just like me, but he was doing a better job at retaining the spunk in his ass.

    It must've been over 15 minutes that we'd spent in the sauna; me getting fucked by Sven, Axel getting fucked by one stranger while getting his cock sucked by another. None of us wanted to stop what we were doing which is why we stayed for so long, and we were now scrambling to rehydrate and get under the cool showers. I saw Sven standing underneath a bucket which I knew contained ice-cold water. When he pulled the string, the bucket tipped over and splashed the water all over him. His muscular body looked gorgeous, dripping wet like this in the bathhouse's strategically dim lighting. Unlike my hubby, I wasn't brave enough for a freezing-cold splash, so I went under one of the regular showers and washed up with the shower gel, which smelled surprisingly pleasant considering this was a public venue.

    When I was done, I checked the time on the huge clock hanging in between the showers and the hot tub. It was a few seconds past midnight, and considering that it was a Friday going on Saturday, the place was just starting to fill up. So far, the clientele had been a bit on the older side, but more and more young guys were now pouring in, a good mixture of Germans and fellow tourists and foreigners. I reconnected with Sven and Axel, all of us still breathing heavily after all that time in the sauna, none of us bothering to wrap our towels around our waists and instead holding them or draping them over our shoulders.

    "Let's go out on the terrace for a drink," my husband suggested and he smacked my ass. I led the way upstairs to a bar area that served both drinks and food, including whole pizzas. There were about eight tables there, all full. It looked like any other gay bar except all the patrons were either naked or with just towels around their bodies. 

    "Three Cokes and three whiskeys please, all on ice. Actually, can I also just have a large glass full of ice, please?" I ordered, aware that Europeans were always stingy on the ice for some reason. The young bartender, who was the only clothed person in the room, got me our drinks and asked to see the number on my locker key; we would be paying when leaving the bathhouse. 

    The three of us took our glasses and walked out to the terrace. As soon as we were out I felt relief; the temperature was perfect for being naked outdoors, especially if you'd just come out of taking dick in a sauna. Out on the terrace there were twelve more tables or so, all of them occupied as well. Most of the people were smoking and chatting. There was music playing, and it all felt like a party – a naked one, which was even better. The terrace was fenced in so people living in the neighboring buildings wouldn't be able to look in.

    We walked to a large table which only had two guys – a couple in their 20s – sitting on it. We asked if we could join them and they nodded with a smile, so I went to sit next to them on the couch, with my husband and Axel taking the two available wicker armchairs. I was going to strike up a conversation with the couple next to me, but they were busy talking to each other in French and I didn't want to interrupt so instead I turned to Sven and Axel and chatted with them.

    In the following ten minutes, several people came by to say hi to Axel. He was clearly very popular, even though he'd only been in Berlin for a few weeks. Next to me, one of the French guys had started to slowly jerk off his boyfriend. I looked around the terrace and noticed one guy receiving a blowjob, but as far as I could tell that was all of the explicit sexual activity going on. A few moments later, and the French cocksucker was now climbing in his partner's lap, the two of them making out passionately as they hugged and pressed into one another. The bottom sat down onto his boyfriend's cock with exceptional ease, and they began fucking without ever allowing their lips to separate. The 40-or-so men on the terrace just ignored this, or just looked at the couple and smiled, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. In a way, this spontaneous show of both affection and sexuality turned me on way more than anything taking place downstairs in the darkroom or maze. I took Sven's hand and gave it a squeeze, taking a sip of whiskey and enjoying the sensation as it slid down my throat. My husband had just dumped a load in my ass not that long ago so I knew he needed some time to "recover," but I knew that wasn't the only load I'd be getting from Sven during the course of the night.

    As I looked around the bathhouse terrace, all of a sudden I could see Eric here. Of course, he wasn't really present. It was all in my mind, and he looked a couple of years older. But he'd just come out to us, so it was probably only a matter of time before he started frequenting places like this. He'd already been to a few gay beaches and gay bars with us, so none of this would come as a shock to him as much as it did to me when I first came out and moved to New York. Then I realized: I kinda looked forward to maybe coming to a place like this with Eric someday! Yes, it was weird – he was our son and he always would be – but why did the things that took place here have to be shameful or weird? 

    The couple fucking next to me on the couch sure didn't think this was anything to be ashamed of. The blond top spread his legs wider as he clenched his asscheeks and bounced his boyfriend up and down on his lap. When he bumped against my knee with his own, the fucker turned to me and mouthed a quiet "désolé," before continuing to rail his lover's hole.

    Although I could've stayed there and watched the amorous couple all night, we were done with our drinks and Sven and Axel were getting up to go back downstairs. I followed them to the hot tub (which thankfully wasn't too hot), where we left our towels on hooks and joined the half dozen men that were already there. Before long, I was sitting in my husband's lap, kissing him with all of the passion we had when we first met twenty years ago.

    "Are you gonna fuck?" Axel, who was sitting right next to us, asked us with a smirk. Not one to beat around the bush, that kid.

    "I think fucking in the hot tub's kinda frowned upon," my husband replied.

    "As if that's ever stopped you before," Sven's nephew noted. Indeed, I could feel Sven's dick growing hard right between my asscheeks. The temptation was too big not to reach down and adjust his tool straight up against my pucker.

    So, that's exactly what I did. I placed Sven's pierced cockhead next to my hole and I spread my ass lips open, kissing it. Little by little, he started to penetrate me. More and more men came to sit in the hot tub, some of them undoubtedly attracted by our action and wanting to get a closer look. In no time, the tub was over capacity; guys squeezing next to each other, shoulder-to-shoulder and knee-to-knee. Some of them were jerking off; others, wanking the person next to them. Although I looked around in amusement, most of my attention was focused on my husband. On his tongue inside my mouth as well as his monster dick up inside my ass, now balls-deep in my guts.

    Sven started thrusting, causing waves in the water even more than the jets were. I clung to him and rested my head on his shoulder, looking over at Axel and noticing he was hard as a rock next to us. Plenty of guys had their eyes on our handsome nephew, but Axel seemed to have his eyes on us. 

    "You two are so hot," he complimented his uncle and me.

    "Thanks," Sven said, loud enough to be heard through all the noise. "You join in."

    "What do you mean?" asked Axel.

    "Join me inside your uncle's ass," my husband replied. "Room enough here for two."

    "Are you serious?!! I've never done that," Axel reacted like an overexcited kid. "No way he can take both of us."

    "Is that a dare?" I winked at the teen. Granted, he and his uncle were more-than-well endowed, but I'd been getting my hole stretched by Sven for two decades now. I figured I was ready to take him and a fellow family member in one go.

    Axel got to his feet. Now that he was standing, his large hard dick and his smooth balls were just over the surface of the water, causing a nearby gentleman to let out a wolf-whistle. Axel came to stand behind me, couching down a bit to get his dick next to his uncle's, which was thrusting in and out of my ass.

    I heard excited murmurs around us in languages I couldn't understand. Some of the men around us were certified freaks who'd seen it all, I had no doubt. But for some, this might be their first visit to a bathhouse, or their first time witnessing someone get double-penetrated. Either way, I hoped they enjoyed the show.

    I took a deep breath and relaxed my hole as much as possible, wishing I had some poppers handy. I felt Axel's teenaged dickhead up against my ass lips, trying to slide in up against his uncle's schlong. I still wasn't ready to let him in so I continued to relax, feeling my hole quivering. Finally, Axel was making progress and slowly but surely plunging inside of me. 

    "Ah, FUCK!" I shouted as I felt several inches of the young man's cock slide inside my ass. Our audience was amazed and several people around us even clapped when they saw me successfully take both pricks. Someone I couldn't see said in a British accent, "Those two blokes fucking him look like they're father and son."

    Sven held onto my back, and I felt Axel put his hands on Sven's. Then, I felt the uncle and nephew intertwine fingers as they began to fuck me in synchronicity. I closed my eyes and moaned out in pleasure as my sphincter relaxed completely. Sven's and Axel's dicks took turns tapping my prostate in double the frequency that any one cock could manage.

    When I reopened my eyes, I saw most of the men in the hot tub were now engaged in some sort of action with one another. Most of them were jerking each other off, but I spotted a few blowjobs and even a couple fucking on the edge of the hot tub. When I gave it a closer look, I realized it was the French couple from the terrace. The top and I made eye contact for a split second and he winked at me. With his blond hair, he almost looked like an older version of Eric. Once again, I imaged our son at a place like this with us someday. Someday...

    With the undersides of their cocks rubbing against each other, it didn't take Sven and Axel long to reach the edge. Axel was the first to spill his load inside my guts. While doing that, he must've stimulated his uncle, because Sven started shooting just seconds later, dumping his nut in me for the second time tonight. As uncle and nephew bred me, I shot my own load in the water and watched it float away. I wasn't the only person to cum in the hot tub, either. Around us, I heard multiple grunts and saw a few men shoot their cum in the tub, all of it mixing together and creating a cum cocktail that we were all steeping in.​