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“How long have you known George?” Billie asked, when there was a lull in the conversation between him and the two men sitting beside him.
“We’ve been close friends, since we started working together. Almost twenty-five years.” Glenn answered.
“That’s a long time. We plan to go in the hot tub later. I have a slew of swim suits.” Billie wanted to have a better look of him with fewer clothes. “You probably could fit into one of mine. But I only have Speedos. I hope you don’t mind?” Billie lied. He had trunks but planned to pull out only the bikinis to get a snugger glance at his butt and crotch.
“That’s fine.” Glenn smiled.
The other two men gazed at Billie and smiled, subtly indicating their interest and agreement, observing the image of Glenn in a Speedo.
Billie stood up. “I should recruit some people to help put away the leftover food.”
While Billie proceeded with that project, Paul announced prematurely, “Why don’t we go into the hot tub? Billie has extra suits for those who want to join us.”
Billie rushed to his bedroom dresser, rummaging for the swimwear. He set those that would be eye magnets on his bed. He threw a pile of towels next to them.
Paul dragged Glenn to the bedroom to change, his eyes cast on his body, hungry like a starved wolf.
Meanwhile, Billie thanked some of the guests who were departing and directed those wishing to change clothes to a spare bedroom and the two bathrooms.
Observing the spa full to capacity with eight gregarious men, including Paul and Glenn, Billie decided to wait and have another cocktail until the crowd dwindled. He disappeared into his bedroom to slip into his most revealing bikini that he purchased from the International Male Catelogue a month prior.
Descending the steps from the house, he sauntered strategically close to the hot tub and sat on a lawn chair, sipping his cocktail. He gazed at Glenn in the spa, who laughed spontaneously with the ensuing laughter from jokes. Watching, he envied all in the spa. There was a spark between us when we were sitting together. I could tell by a sparkle in his eye. But with all the attention he is getting, I don’t think I stand a chance. He’s so gorgeous. He could have anyone here at the slightest invitation.
He stood up abruptly, when he saw two of the guys from the spa leave to freshen their cocktails. He had his chance to see if Glenn’s interest existed. Climbing and descending the steps into the hot tub, he sat next to Glenn cocktail in hand and thinking. I don’t think I’ll find out with all the crooning he’s receiving, especially from Paul.
Although the gay chatter and loud laughs echoed through the canyon behind the house, Billie remained quiet, feeling down on his luck, until Glenn’s foot brushed against his crotch, making everything change.
“You have a beautiful yard.” Glenn’s smile was complimentary.
“Thanks, but it needs more work,” Billie acknowledged.
With so many other men in the spa it was difficult for Billie and Glenn to continue a more intimate conversation. The sound of the jets churning the water in bubbles, and the men packed in the hot tub like sardines in a can cackling like young hens prevented Billie from his quest, like it had been for too many years.
“I think I have had enough of this swirling water,” Glenn admitted. “My skin seems to be shriveling into the driest of prunes.”
Since the water wasn’t warm any longer, the rest of the crowd decided partying in the hot tub had run its course.
Billie awkwardly stood up as Glenn was wading past. Billie’s right foot brushed against his guest’s crotch, making both of them slide back into the water.
“I’m sorry. I must have lost my balance.” Billie tried to appease his groping pass.
“It's okay. That felt good,” Glenn responded.
“Actually, it was just a shoddy attempt to get to know you better.”
“That could be arranged.”