Confession: That House Call in the Jacuzzi

I rang the bell with the toolbox hanging from my shoulder and the sheet of paper with the address crumpled in my hand. The chalet was at the end of a quiet street, one of those where you can’t hear the traffic even in the middle of the afternoon. The shutters were half lowered and muffled music was seeping through from somewhere inside.

A guy in his early twenties opened the door for me. He was barely dressed: a pair of white tracksuit bottoms so thin, short, and tight that everything from the waist down was outlined. The rest of him was lean, toned, tanned from the summer, with very short dark hair and blue eyes that locked on mine without any attempt to hide it.

I couldn’t help looking him up and down, and he didn’t make the slightest effort to hide that he was doing the same to me. My hard legs coming out of my cut-off jeans, my arms defined by the tank top, my flat stomach, my broad chest. He held my gaze when he reached my eyes again.

—Hi. You had a service call. A blocked drain.

—Oh, yeah. Come this way.

I followed him down a long hallway, never taking my eyes off the way his ass moved inside those impossible trousers. Anyone with eyes would’ve noticed the same thing. Me, too — and I’d spent half my life with those eyes open.

He led me into a huge bathroom with two sinks, a built-in shower, and, at the back, a multi-jet jacuzzi that looked like it had come straight out of a magazine catalog. The supposed blocked drain wasn’t going to take me more than twenty minutes of work, but the guy stayed seated on the toilet lid chatting with me, and I decided to take my time.

He said his name was Damián. I gave him mine and shook his hand a second longer than necessary. He didn’t let go early either.

—Are you alone at home? —I asked, screwdriver between my teeth.

—For now, yes. Is that good news or bad news?

—Depends.

—Well, right now it’s good news.

I deliberately loosened the gasket on the wrong side and let a jet of water soak my tank top. That’s not something I do by accident. I’ve been at this too many years to get wet by mistake.

—Wow. It was tighter than I thought.

Damián laughed and handed me a small towel from the shelf.

—Take your shirt off and dry off, come on. Don’t catch a cold.

With the temperature in that bathroom, the cold excuse was a very elegant one. I pulled the shirt off over my head, brushing close to him on purpose, left the wet garment on the edge of the sink, and dried my chest and neck slowly. He watched me, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his torso.

—Do you go to the gym? —he asked.

—No. This is what carrying tools around every day and crawling under sinks does to a body. You look like the kind who spends time at the gym.

—I swim. Three times a week, seriously. The rest is genetics, I swear.

He bent one arm to show me his biceps. He wasn’t showing off muscle: he was showing off skin.

—Can I touch?

—Sure.

I ran my hand over his arm, first softly, then squeezing a little. He put his palm on my abs and traced every groove with the tip of his fingers, slowly, as if memorizing the route.

—These are very nice.

—Thanks. Let me finish with the drain, come on. The rest can wait until later.

—That’s what I’m hoping.

I smiled without looking up. I got under the sink in an impossible position and asked him to hand me a wrench from the toolbox. When he passed it to me, his fingers brushed mine a second too long. The touch was soft, almost silky, as if everything about that guy had been tuned for that.

He came back a few minutes later with two cans of soda in his hands. When he handed me mine, our fingers caught again. The one he held must’ve been shaken up while he brought it, because the moment he opened it, the pressure sent the drink spraying everywhere. We both got soaked. We laughed.

He ran his open hand over his chest, spreading the sweet soda across his tanned skin. Then he brought one finger to his mouth and sucked it slowly, looking at me.

—Can I? —I asked.

And before he answered, I ran one finger over his chest, very close to his nipple, and brought it to my mouth. The barrier was broken. He took my hand in his and brought that same finger, now mine, to his tongue and sucked it too.

I stepped closer. I put one hand on his waist, over skin that was still sticky, and the other on his jaw. I found his tongue with mine. They played for a few seconds before going all the way in. I felt his tongue tracing my teeth and I pushed mine in as far as I could. He tasted of soda and something else: hot skin and youth.

I was sweaty, he was sticky, and the jacuzzi at the back of the bathroom looked like an ad. I pulled his tracksuit bottoms down to his ankles in one move. I landed a soft slap on one cheek and felt it tight as a rock.

—Come on. Into the shower.

He turned to show me his ass, completely tanned, and I gave him another equally soft smack as I followed him. He filled the jacuzzi with warm water. He sat on the edge and started undressing me himself. I was standing in front of him.

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down slowly, stroking my thighs on the way. He let them fall and I kicked them off. My sandals came off in the same motion.

I was wearing tight briefs and my cock was neatly positioned to the right. He looked at it for a moment. Then, without using his hands, he grabbed the waistband of my briefs with his teeth and pulled downward. When the garment was trapped just under my ass, he brought his face close and inhaled deeply through his nose.

—You smell like a man. Sweat.

—You smell amazing.

I leaned down to kiss him and, as I bent, I saw his cock pointing at my face from between his thighs. I hadn’t really seen it properly until that moment. He was completely shaved, his balls smooth, his skin so clean it looked newly treated.

—What skin you have.

I held it for a while between my fingers, caressing him slowly, while our mouths stayed fused together. He finished undressing me by sliding my briefs off my feet. Then he returned the favor calmly. He discovered that I was shaved too, except for a strip I leave just above my dick.

At last we got into the water. We kept touching each other with gel, working over each other’s wet skin, licking tongues, crossing our hard cocks beneath the surface. I put a finger in his ass with the help of the gel and the water. He was tense, but he didn’t move away.

—I don’t want to hurt you.

—You’re not hurting me.

First one finger. Then two. Every time I slipped one in, he bit his lip or his tongue a little. He turned around, giving me his back, leaving his ass close and the nape of his neck within reach of my mouth. I bit there while I kept stretching him. He passed me the bath oil and I poured a good amount down his spine. It slid between his cheeks and my fingers took advantage of the slope.

Then he lubed my cock, almost without turning, with his hand between my thighs. He set my head right where I’d been preparing him with my fingers.

—It’s so hard. Slowly.

I pushed gently. I didn’t want to hurt him. I kept driving into him until the skin of his ass touched the shaved part of my thighs. We both let out the air at the same time with a broken moan, identical, as if we’d agreed in advance on how to sound it.

And at that exact moment the bathroom door opened.

***

The moan must’ve alerted whoever it was. A girl came in wearing a black thong and a cropped T-shirt, barefoot, with dark hair down to her nipples and blue eyes identical to Damián’s. Too identical. She stood there looking at us as if the scene didn’t surprise her in the least.

—Hi, little brother. I think it’s pretty awful that you’re having all the fun by yourself.

It took me three seconds to process the word “little brother.” Three seconds in which Damián, with me still inside him, smiled as if he’d had everything under control from the very beginning.

—We just started —he replied.

—You didn’t tell me we had such pleasant company. Who is he?

—Noelia, stop talking nonsense and get in here —he said—. By the way: my sister.

She came over to the jacuzzi, pulling her shirt off over her head. She had small, very firm breasts, her nipples standing out from the relative chill of the hallway. When she reached our side, she moved my hand off her brother’s cock and replaced it with her own. Then she leaned over me and kissed me as if she’d known me for much longer. Tongue, teeth, saliva, everything at once.

This is on another level.

With my free hand I grabbed the side of the thong and tried to pull it down. The garment was so flimsy it tore on its own between my fingers. I tossed the scrap to the floor, out of the water, and put those same fingers into her cunt. She was very hot, very wet. The saliva from the kiss ran down her neck and onto Damián’s back, while he stayed speared on my cock.

I wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with everything I’d already built up. I drove into Damián again, setting the rhythm, and came inside him, with his sister biting my neck and her palm on my balls.

Noelia turned out to be just as filthy as any of the three of us. When I pulled myself out of Damián’s ass, she knelt between the two of us and spread her brother’s cheeks. She ran her tongue over his asshole to clean out what was left of me inside him. At the same time she stroked his balls so he wouldn’t lose his erection.

I never imagined I’d get to see something like that, let alone take part in it. But there I was, unable to look away. Damián, meanwhile, took care of my cock. He rinsed it for a second under the jacuzzi stream and then took it into his mouth to squeeze out the rest. There was no way I was going to go soft with those two in front of me.

—Now you fuck me, little brother —said Noelia when she stood up—. And the two of us will eat him together.

She was a born organizer. She had Damián sit on the tub step, climbed on top of him backward, and placed me right in front, standing, with her seated at his height and him behind her. The choreography was obvious. And they’d rehearsed it: I understood that the moment they started moving.

Noelia leaned toward me. She started sucking my cock with a level of detail that only comes from practice. She sucked my balls, ran her tongue all over the shaft, swallowed it whole. Damián, from behind, grabbed my ass with both hands and started licking me first, then slipping two fingers into me, lubricated with that same oil from before. I moaned without even trying to hide it.

They moved slowly, coordinated, never losing the rhythm on my body. They even managed to meet tongues below my perineum, brushing against each other as if they’d been making exactly that shape for years.

Between the two of them they got me hard again. I came a second time, this time in Noelia’s mouth. Her brother was closer and was the first one she shared my load with in a kiss. I got there in time to slip my tongue between theirs, everything mixed together, in a three-way kiss I don’t want to go into any more detail about. By then they’d both come too: Damián, inside his sister.

—God, we’re such filthy whores —she said, laughing with her head resting on her brother’s shoulder.

And by then I still had the rest of the day’s route to cover. I had another service call thirty minutes away by car that, needless to say, was not going to be anything like this one. I dried off with the towel, picked up my toolbox, and left the drain fixed as well. I had fixed it, yes, at some point between the first can and the first kiss.

I left wishing I’d had the chance to try Noelia properly, without holding back. We left it pending. We left it pending and I walked away with a phone number written on a paper napkin, very clear in my mind that I wanted a repeat. More calmly this time. Better in a bed. And, if I felt up for it, with my girlfriend along for the ride, because she’s just as filthy as I am. I’m pretty sure the idea of spending the afternoon with two brothers like that is going to drive her wild.