Hot Diggity Hot Tub!

by William Heckerling

"Hey," Brian said to me and the other waiters one night as we were
finishing up our shift.  "Let's go over to my parents' house.  They've
got a hot tub."

"Your parents'?"  Todd skeptically asked...  "I don't know if I can
handle that much excitement."

"They'll be in bed by now," Brian said.  "And the hot tub isn't
anywhere near their bedroom."

"It can't be _that_ far.  How big is your house?"

"Big.  They won't even know we're there."

Todd thought about it a second.  "Okay.  Why not?"

The way Brian looked at me, I didn't have to think about it for even a
second.  I'd been in heat over Brian's dark good looks ever since I'd
started working for the catering company.  "Sure," I said, trying to
sound casual.  "Sounds like fun."

We all looked at Allen, busily pulling on his leather jacket.  "Well,"
he said.  "I guess so.  Nothing better to do."  But I got the
impression he was trying hard to sound casual too.

We all took separate cars, following Brian into the Seattle suburbs,
and it gave me a chance to think.  Waiting tables at conventions for
Cantrell Catering wasn't exactly the best job in the city, but it was
one of the few places that was so desperate for waiters, that they'd
even hire someone like me with no waiting experience.  Like everyone
else at Cantrell, I was working my way through college and needed any
job I could get.

But I'd known since I was in junior high school that I wanted to be a
waiter.  I'd heard the old joke about, "How many straight San Francisco
waiters does it take to change a lightbulb?  _Both of them_!"  And way
back in high school, I'd heard that the joke was just as true in
Seattle.

I knew for a fact that Brian and Todd were gay because, when they
thought not one was listening, they talked about all the cute guys they
served.  But I wasn't sure about Allen.  Like me, he was also a
freshman in college and he'd just started at Cantrell's the previous
week.  But he'd been quick enough to come hot-tubbing with Brian and
Todd, two openly gay guys, so I had a pretty good idea of where his
true interests lay.

When our caravan finally pulled into a driveway, we were in deepest,
darkest suburbia.  From the size of the house, I was beginning to
believe that Brian's parents really might not even knew we were there.
After he led us to the front door, Brian turned off the burglar alarm
in mid-beep.  But he didn't turn on any lights.

"No sense in waking my parents," he said.  Then he guided us through
their _Better Homes and Gardens_ living room and led us downstairs to a
den the size of most houses.  After he made us all drinks at the
built-in bar, he pointed us toward an enclosed wood and tiled room that
extended out into the backyard.  With the flick of a few switches, some
dim lights flickered on, exposing a sunken cauldron of bubbling, steaming
liquid.

"It's already hot?"  Allen asked.

"Sure," Brian said.  "My parents always take a quick dip before they go
to bed."  Then he smiled at us.  "Well?  Let's do it."

I guess I'd known we would get naked.  But I hadn't really thought
about it until right then.  I'd been nude in hot tubs before, but never
with two--or three--other gay guys.

Brian and Todd, meanwhile, had already shucked off their white,
long-sleeved shirts and were worming out of their black trousers.
Brian was wearing blue bikini briefs, and Todd had on white low-rise
jockey shorts--but not for long.  A second later, they slipped off
their underpants, tossed them to the side, then stepped naked into the
seething waters.  Their round firm asses caused my mouth to water.  But
they didn't turn around, so their rears were all I could see.

"Water feels great," Todd said, turning around to face us from the tub.

"Sure does," Brian agreed, also facing us.

Brian was a couple years older than me--twenty-two or twenty-three--but
his body looked like he'd been pumping iron for _decades_.  He had a
thick chest and shoulders, and fat brown nipples.  Todd's torso was
even stockier--and dusted with a layer of auburn curls a few shades
darker than the gold color of his hair.

"You guys coming?"  Todd asked, sinking down to his neck in the tub and
lifting his toes to the surface.  Brian leaned back too, and suddenly I
had a funny feeling about all this.  When Brian had first mentioned the
hot tub, it had sounded so spontaneous--like he'd just thought of it
that very second.  But Brian and Todd were the best of friends--and
someone had made sure the hot tub was left on.  I wondered if getting
Allen and I--the two new guys--naked hadn't been the plan all along.

Not that I objected, of course.

I was down to my jockey shorts by then and could feel Todd's and
Brian's eyes on me.  What the hell, I thought.  I had nothing to be
ashamed of.  So I dropped my underwear and walked over to the tub.
When limp, my long dick dangles over my balls.  But it was jiggling
like crazy right then.

Todd nodded in appreciation and Brian smiled.  A second later, Allen
stepped out of his trousers, underwear and all, and started for the
tub, hands shyly covering his crotch.

"Damn!"  Brian said just as Allen's toe touched the water.

Todd looked at him.  "What is it?"

"I forgot my drink in the other room.  Allen, since you're still dry,
would you mind getting it?"

Allen froze in his tracks, and we all looked up at him.  He was as lean
as a teenager, which made sense since he was only nineteen.  But he had
great muscle definition in his chest and arms.  I think he was a
swimmer.  But if not, he sure _looked_ like one.

"After all, Allen," Todd added.  "You _are_ still dry."

Allen looked into the den through the sliding glass doors, then back at
us.  "You're sure your parents are asleep?"

"Positive," Brian said.

Allen turned and slinked toward the sliding glass door.  But evidently
it was heavy and the floor was slick, so he had to spread his legs,
brace himself, and pull.  That made his ass cheeks clench and
split--and I could just see the outline of his big ol' balls nestled
tightly between his legs.

When the door creaked open, he slipped into the den.  "Nice ass," Todd
remarked to Brian.

Brian nodded, then glanced at me.  "What'd you think?"

"It's nice," I agreed, again trying to sound casual.

By then Allen was back--holding the glass with one hand and trying to
cover his crotch with the other.  But he had too much to hide
one-handed--and his thick dick and dark hairy balls kept spilling into
view.

"Don't forget to shut the door," Brian said.  "Wouldn't want my parents
to hear us."  Then Allen had no choice hut to stop, put the glass down,
and pull the door closed again--giving us all another clear view of his
smooth, tight ass.

The sight of Allen's lean body--and the tantalizing glimpses of his
floppy dick--was too much for me.  I felt my own cock tingling--and
growing.  No doubt that having Allen fetch Brian's drink had just been
a ruse to get a look at his wares.  But the thought of it all was
making my cock all the stiffer.

Allen splashed into the water, handed Brian his drink, and took a seat
between Brian and Todd.  The tub was big, but it wasn't _that_ big.
And just a few inches away from my own stiff cock, three more virile
young dicks were swaying in the hot tub's pulsing jets.  The thought
sent shivers down my spine--and more blood pumping to my dick.  Then I
felt what had to be Brian's firm, bulging calf brush against mine,
linger there, then pull away.

When I glanced at him, he just smiled obliviously.  But I'd suddenly
grown a full-fledged, undersea erection.  At least I had the darkness
and the bubbles to hide it.  And since we already had all our drinks,
Brian and Todd couldn't ask _me_ to go get anything.

After taking a long gulp, Brian placed the drink that Allen had brought
him on the edge of the tub.  Then he stood, bent over and reached for
something in the wall of the deck.  When he did, I could see the top of
his crack, white bubbles boiling all around it.

"Watch this," Brian said, causing the underwater floodlights to flicker
on and making the tub look bright white.

"How pretty!"  Todd quipped.

"I can even turn the bubbles off," Brian continued.

I froze in my tracks.  Turn off the bubbles?  But it was too late to
protest.  He'd punched another button and the bubbles were fizzling to
a stop.  But the floodlights were still glaring and the water was
becoming clearer and clearer.  Having them see my limp prick was one
thing, but a full-blown hard-on?  All I could do was to try to hide it
behind my hands.

"Why, you can even see the bottom of the--"  Todd stopped and fixed his
eyes on the rigid flesh sticking straight up from between my legs in
the crystal-clear water.  But when I glanced around at everyone else's
dick, I discovered that I was the only one with a woody.

"Well, well, well," Todd went on.  "What do we have here?"

"Nothing," I said.  "It's nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing to me.  Stand up.  Let's have a better
look."  Then I felt two strong arms lifting me onto the deck.  My balls
dangled down over the edge of the tub, but my hard-on stuck straight up
in the air.  I felt like I was nine and, after just giving a speech in
front of the whole school, had been told my fly was unzipped.

"I bet I could help him get rid of that," Brian wagered, "since it's so
embarrassing and all."

"Yeah?"  Todd asked.  "How?"

The next thing I knew, Brian's face was cutting toward my crotch like
the fin of a shark.  All of a sudden, I felt his soft, wet mouth
enveloping my prick.  When Allen gasped I flinched.  But then I felt
his warm saliva soaking into my shaft.  So I spread my legs, braced my
hands on the deck, and let Brian's mouth devour my throbbing shaft.
The only sounds I could hear at that point were all the slurping noises
coming from Brian's eager lip-action.

"But what about your parents?"  Allen remarked.

But in the waves that Brian's blowjob was making, Todd was sloshing
closer and closer to Allen.  Then Todd stood halfway up and sat back
down on Allen's lap.

"Well, well, well," Todd teased.  "I feel another hard-on down there.
What are we going to do about that?"

Todd leaned back his head and pulled Allen's face down to his.  Their
lips found each other and Allen whimpered once.  Then they were
kissing.

Brian, meanwhile, had gripped my balls, forcing my steely shaft to grow
harder and stand straight up in the air.  When his lips wrapped around
the tip, my dick swelled bigger than ever.  And when his sucking,
seething mouth crashed back down around the base of my cock, I felt
like I was going to jump out of my skin.

Soon Todd was turned around while still kissing Allen.  With his feet
on the seat, he started to stand.  Then he pulled his lips away from
Allen's and towered over him, his rock-hard dick angling right out in
front of Allen's face.

"Suck it," Todd hissed.

"I don't know," Allen said.  "I've never..."

"Just pretend it's a popcicle and take a slide on it."

When Allen glanced at me, I nodded and smiled.  Allen opened wide and
Todd gently eased his dick inside until Allen started to gag.  Then he
stopped and pulled back.

"That's perfect," Todd breathed.  "Feels so fucking _good_."

Urged on by the encouragement, Allen reached up to cup Todd's ass and
pull him back inside his mouth.  He took the shaft much deeper that
time.  Then Todd planted his hands on the deck and started gently
fucking Allen's mouth.

It looked almost like Todd was doing push-ups.  I watched in
fascination as his ass clenched and bucked.  Then his balls bobbed and
spilled across Allen's chin.

I gently pulled Brian away from my cock and slipped back into the hot
tub.  But he reached for the controls and suddenly bubbles and jets
fizzed up all around us.  I slipped into his arms and we kissed.  Then,
reaching down into the swirling water, I touched his dick for the first
time.  It was shorter than mine, but every bit as thick and hard.  And
his family-sized balls were flopping around in the water.

When I happened to look back at our two friends, Todd had bent Allen
over the edge of the tub in such a way that his legs and part of his
ass were still in the water.  Then he'd pried open Allen's buns and was
using his tongue to make broad swipes in his hairless crack.  Though
Allen struggled to crawl away, Todd had him by the ankles--and a second
later, he was writhing under the gentle ministrations of Todd's
treacherous tongue.

"I've wanted to sink my tongue up your tight little butt since the
first day I saw you," Todd announced between slurps.  Then he stuck his
tongue straight out and started burrowing again--causing Allen to moan
out loud.

My hands fluttered across Brian's dick.  Then I cupped one of his ass
cheeks and a finger wormed into his asshole.  With one hand on his butt
and a finger _in_ it, I slowly lifted him out of the water.  His
hard-on broke the surface like a leaping porpoise.  Then, as he stepped
up onto the steps of the tub, I crammed his fat wang into my mouth and
gnawed on its stiff, spongy flesh.

All of a sudden I heard the crinkle of aluminum foil and I looked over
to see Todd ripping open a condom.  But where had he gotten it from.
Underneath the potted plant?  Now I _knew_ this all had been
pre-arranged.  But I felt more flattered than offended.

Allen was still bent over the edge of the tub when Todd stepped--cock
condomed and lubed--up behind his butt.  Allen's muscular body tensed
when the tip of Todd's dick dipped between his cheeks.  But Todd
hovered above him and started kneading the sinewy knots in his back.

Suddenly, Brian had slapped on a condom too.  Standing in the middle of
the tub--with his erect dick and the top of his black pubic bush barely
clearing the water--he hurled a wad of spit on his meat.  Then I
hoisted myself out of the tub and leaned back on the deck.

Before I could bat an eye Brian was there, wedging himself between my
legs and lifting my ankles up into the air.  I felt like a beetle
stranded on its back.  Then I felt the simmering hot tip of Brian's
dick nudge around my crack and I knew I was right where I wanted to be.

My asshole nibbled at the tip of his cock, sampling the rigid bulb.
Though I'd only been dicked three times prior to that night, I wanted
Brian to be the fourth.  His grip on my ankles tightened and his hips
lunged forward.  My ass lips trembled, threatening to spring wide open.
Then he gave a thrust and his cock slipped into my rectum.

I gasped and clenched my jaw.  It felt like my insides had all been
crammed up into my chest.  But slowly everything started sinking back
down into place.  Then my fanny hole began to relax.

When Brian pulled back, I wiggled my ass up against his crotch.  His
pubic bush tickled my butt.  Then an additional inch or two of his
hard-on wormed its way into my steamy hole.

On either side of me, I saw the muscles in Brian's arms balloon to
heroic proportions.  With every thrust he gave, a wave of warm water
sloshed over me, fending off the chill that rose up from the cold deck.
But each new plunge sent a chill of a _different_ kind bolting through
my ass.

In the midst of all this I could hear more water sloshing on the other
side of the tub, harmonizing with Allen's quiet moans and Todd's quick,
deep grunts.  Except that Allen was facedown on the tile, Todd was
doing the same thing to him that Brian was doing to me.

No doubt this was what they had been planning all along--Todd fucking
Allen, Brian fucking me.  But I certainly didn't mind.  Because in my
heart of hearts, it's what I'd been hoping would eventually happen.

Suddenly Brian started squeezing my hard dick.  His breath blasted
across my rigid nipples.  Then his steady hip-motion picked up steam
and his rod started pistoning into my juicy hole.

"Do it," I gasped.  "Shoot your slimy sperm up my ass!"

Brian didn't need any further coaxing.  The end of his dick swelled to
the size of a plum.  Then it jerked and quivered, plugging into my ass
before a load of thick semen came spurting into the condom.

When it was over--with Brian still inside me--he sprawled on top of me.
The feel of his chest against mine--his stomach pressing against my
throbbing cock--made my nuts tighten in their sac.  My dick lurched
forward.  Then a blast of my own steaming hot cum splattered all across
Brian's chest.

We stayed in the hot tub another hour or so--and Allen and I got a
chance to do some dicking of our own.  Then we dried off and Brian led
us upstairs, flicking on some lights and hitting the button on the CD
player.

"But what about your parents?"  Allen whispered.  "Won't we wake them
up?"

"I doubt it," Brian said, not bothering to whisper.  "They're in Europe
for a few months.  Todd and I are house-sitting for them." When he
looked at Todd, they started laughing.  Allen and I smiled.  Then we
both started laughing too.