I fled Marty's hot tub as soon as I came fully back into consciousness. They had left me there, hunched over in the seat of the hot tub, and were now much more interested in each other than in me.
Neal was still standing there when I brushed by, and we exchanged looks. I was too exhausted and conflicted to flirt in any way, but he gave me a look that told me that he too planned to fuck me when he had the opportunity.
Marty had called out to me "Great fuck. See you down here tomorrow night," as I left, and I hadn't bothered to retort. I had gotten much more than I had bargained for. I'd played with fire and gotten very burnt. I needed to get my life back in order.
I didn't even know right then whether I wanted to get anything on with Neal—or even wanted to tempt myself by watching him anymore.
My wife would be gone for nearly a week more.
The next day I got up late and soaked in the bathtub, both because I was incredibly sore and because I wanted to wash the dirt of my indiscretion completely from my body. At that point, I thought I had to put this all behind me. The rest of the day I worked furiously at my computer, buried in my paperwork from the firm, not giving myself any space to think about what had happened and how I had so wantonly volunteered for it. I couldn't blame Marty. I had thrown myself into his clutches.
I couldn't blame him that it was all because I lusted after Neal either. I had a brief flurry of thought that Marty knew that and had brought Neal into his home to push me over the edge of letting Marty fuck me. But as soon as I'd thought it, I realized how idiotic it was. Neal obviously went to the gym a lot—I could tell that from the body work that turned me on so much. They'd just met at the gym like Marty had met all of the other guys he brought home.
I fixed myself an evening meal that required considerable work and turned the TV to CNN while I ate it, throwing busyness at my mind, not wanting to think about what had happened and how it had affected me.
It was dark when I returned to my home office. I raised my hand to turn on the light, but it hovered there. The glow from the lights around my neighbor's hot tub filtered in through the open window at the side of the house. I could hear the gurgling of the water being whooshed around in the hot tub. I moved to the window, telling my legs no, but being ignored.
Neal was sitting on the rim of the hot tub, naked, his erect cock in his fist. A younger man was sitting beside him, someone I'd never seen before. Perhaps a bit younger than I was. Very well muscled; obviously another one of Marty's gym pickups. He also was naked and had a long, thin cock that bent up toward his stomach in its full erection.
The two men were whispering to each other, but they both were looking up—looking up at my window. Waiting for me.
My Speedo was still damp from the previous evening and my hands were trembling as I struggled to pull it over my hips, wondering why I even was bothering with it. And then I was descending the stairs in the dark, walking through the front door, moving toward my neighbor's hot tub.
When I got there, Neal and the other guy were gone. Marty was standing in the door to the adjacent screened porch, though. He smiled at me.
"Come back for more, did you?"
I didn't answer him. What could I say? I was standing there in just a Speedo and flip-flops and with a towel around my neck.
"On second thought, not tonight," I said in tight voice.
"You should come and try out my spa—the new gym and sauna I had put in the basement," Marty said in a casual voice. He had an apple in his hand and took a big bite of that and gave me a wink while he chewed. He continued when he'd digested that bite. I just stood there like a dummy. "Got a massage table too, and one of the guy's a trained masseur. He's real good at it. A full-body massage. You look like you could use a good massage. All tense and everything."
"Yeah, maybe sometime," I answered and turned and started walking down his driveway. I wasn't wild that I'd then have to walk up mine along the fence between our lots, right across the path of his vision, knowing he'd be watching and amused with himself for my entire walk back to the safety of my house.
"That sometime could be about eight tomorrow evening," he said to my departing back. "Just walk on in. I'm sure you can find the stairs to the basement."
* * * *
Of course I was walking into Marty's house and looking for the stairs to the basement the next evening at eight. I could hear the huffing and puffing from below the house as soon as I walked through the screen porch on the back of his house and into the family room. The stairs down were right under the stairs in the entrance foyer up to the second floor. That's where the five bedrooms of Marty's tenants were, no doubt. Marty had had a two-room suite, with bathroom, extended out the back from a den behind the living room for his own use. Very private, and it had its own entrance onto the back patio.
I met Marty coming up the stairs as I was going down. He was wearing just a jock strap; I was a bit more fully dressed. I had gym clothes on over my jock strap. He barred the way as I was going down the stairs and wrapped an arm around me.
"I knew you'd come," he whispered. "I liked it the other night. Did it for you too, didn't it?"
I didn't answer, but I didn't struggle to get away.
