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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 being eye magnets on his bed. He threw a pile of towels next to them.
Paul dragged Glenn to the bedroom to change, his eager eyes cast on his body.
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, Billie decided to wait and have another cocktail until the crowd dwindled. He disappeared into his bedroom to slip into his most revealing bikini, the one he had been saving for a special occasion. He had, purchased it from the International Male catalogue, a month before.
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 along with the others.
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’s getting, I don’t think I stand a chance. He’s so gorgeous. He could have anyone here with the slightest invitation.
Billie sat speculating. 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 continued. 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 if I have a chance with him, especially with all the crooning he’s receiving 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 from the sounds of the pervading noises from the sound of the jets, the gurgling of the churning water into bubbles and foam, and the chatter of the men packed in the hot tub like sardines in a can.
“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.
As Billie awkwardly stood up, while Glenn was wading by, Billie’s right foot brushed against his guest’s crotch. Glenn slipped back into the water.
“I’m sorry. I must have lost my balance.” Billie tried to appease his unintentional groping pass.
“That’s fine. It felt good,” Glenn responded.
“Actually, it was just a shoddy attempt to get to know you better.”
“That could be arranged.”