A warm spell after a particularly cold winter and early spring can be unhinging, leading one to be open to adventure, getting comfortable, and letting loose. Young Glen is straight but is the curious sort; has become a bit obsessed with his auto mechanic, Neal; and always is happy to experiment in search of pleasure and new adventures—and his wife has gone to her aunt’s for a week. These events intersect to find Glen accepting an invitation to try out the hot tub of his older, but hunky divorced neighbor, Marty, who is prone to bringing young men home from the gym, including Glen’s auto mechanic, Neal. The result is inevitable and explosive.
This is a recast and very expanded version of the eXcessica e-book, My Neighbor’s Hot Tub.
I hadn’t known he had put in an outdoor hot tub, but there it was, at the back corner of his house. It was fenced off, but my window looked almost straight down into it. There was decking and soft patio lights around the hot tub and even softer lights inside the tub, diffused by the gently roiling, gurgling water, being moved by the pump. It was really a surprise to see. It hadn’t been there before, back in the fall, the last time I actually had come to this window and looked out. He must have had it installed sometime during the winter.
A trim, well-muscled man of late middle age, undoubtedly my neighbor, Marty, was sitting on the side of the pool, facing me. He seemed to be the one doing the moaning. Another, younger and slighter man was crouched down in the water between his knees, facing him. I could not tell positively what was happening, but the expression I could see on my neighbor’s face illuminated by the pool lighting and moaning he was doing left little doubt that he was receiving a blow job.
This sudden, totally unexpected view conjured from below my home office window on a warm night following a confining winter and early spring shocked me into inaction. I just stood at the window, staring at the scene audaciously being played out below my window. Even when my neighbor stood and changed positions with the young man who had been giving him suck and spread the man’s legs around his thighs and began to fuck him, I remained there, a surprised voyeur. The moaning changed to a higher pitch. The young man was the one doing the moaning now down in the hot tub. I quickly realized the moaning had taken on a stereo tone, though—tenor and baritone after the initial bass. Now I was moaning as well.