John Peters was my next door neighbor growing up. He was a quiet, corporate suit-and-tie guy but he’d played baseball during his college days and still had the telltale bulk of an athlete. He was actually the star of my first masturbation fantasy. I felt instantly guilty and a total oerv for thinking about him that way - I mean this is the man who coached my little league team and had helped me out when I was trying to improve my batting average in middle school. Eventually I came to terms with my attraction to men and my active, sometimes perverted fantasy life. I no longer blushed when I saw Mr. Peters in public.
In fact since i’ve graduated college and moved back to Marietta, my former neighbor and I have hit it off. We’re in the same fantasy baseball league so practically every night I’m over at John’s place watching games and comparing scores. It was one of these nights that he casually mentioned the hot tub he had installed last summer.
"You should try it out sometime, Champ," he said, using the nickname he’d given me back in middle school.
I agreed and the next afternoon I brought some trunks and after the game was over we started up the tub. The water felt awesome but even better was being able to look at Mr. Peter’s hairy chest up close. I was starting to bone up in my trunks so I knew I had to be careful. I started to count backwards in my head, think of baseball stats, anything to keep my mind off a nearly naked Mr. Peters.
It was a lost cause though when he announced he needed to take a break from the hot water and hoisted his forty-something body onto the ledge. The skimpy white speedos he was wearing were now see-through wet and clung magnificently to his genitals. My heart skipped a beat. It was almost like Peters was bared nude for me, and he was living up to every jerk-off fantasy I’d had through the years. His cock and balls were just perfect.
"Sorry Champ, I guess these trunks cling a little when wet. Ellen always hated ‘em," he referred to his ex-wife.
"No sir, I think they’re hot," I blurted out before realizing it. I suddenly wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.
Instead of get angry or freak out, John seemed to mull over what I said. Then smiled. “Those trunks don’t do much to show off your stuff, Champ.”
"Maybe I’ll get a pair like yours sir," I said, now excited beyond belief. Then taking a chance, I stood up and unlaced my board shorts. As they dropped into the water, Mr. Peters got a good view of my raging hardon.
"Nice," he whispered. "You ever had sex in a hot tub, Champ? It’s an unbelievable feeling."