Hot Tub Heist
Hi there folks! I haven't really had the spoons to do much writing as of late, what with how crazy work has been. However, I found a recent creative streak, and was finally able to distill this thought in my head out into an actual narrative! It's really mostly me being self-indulgent, but I figure y'all might like to see my writing career isn't COMPLETELY dead.
Hot Tub Heist
By Seraph LeSabre
Davis hadn't really thought much about the moving trucks rolling through the neighborhood. The teen serval was mostly concerned with his own video games. High school was finally over for him, and he was way more interested in making the most of his last summer of freedom before college. Well, okay, it was just the community college on the other side of town, but the serval was nothing if not melodramatic. While he was mostly uninterested in the goings on outside, the occasional thuds did perk his ears every now and then. Finally he took himself away from his computer to head out to the kitchen for a soda.
As he left his room, he cautiously looked up and down the hallway to make sure nobody had somehow come home without him noticing. His parents had left for work hours ago, but the serval wanted to be sure before he slunk out of his room completely nude. Even though he was already a week in to his online friend's dare of "hey, you should try to spend the summer nude every chance you get", the small-figured spotty cat still felt a naughty rush every time he stepped out without his clothes.
Davis crept out into the kitchen and liberated a cold, refreshing Dr Pepper from the fridge. He cracked it open and started to sip, amazed that this dumb joke has been going since like 2012, as he wandered out into the living room to peek out the window. His eyes immediately widened, as he had picked the best possible time to look out. Right as he gazed out, a pair of bears in moving company uniforms were carefully rolling out a full-sized hot tub from the back of a moving truck, struggling to keep it upright.
Davis had spent years pestering his parents about wanting to get one, but every time they gave him the same response of "when you have your own place you can have as many hot tubs as you like." As the serval seethed in jealousy, two otters came out to direct them to the open gate to their backyard. The otters looked to be in their mid-20s, both built fairly thick. Davis couldn't quite pick out if they looked related or not as he stood and gazed out the window, just catching glimpses as they scurried back and forth.
The serval immediately knew: before the summer was out, he was having a dip in that hot tub. Immediately, elaborate plans to stage a caper started running through his head. He found himself so wrapped up in his own sinister scheming, it took him a moment to notice that one of the otters was waving in his direction. Davis snapped out of his thoughts and waved back, before he realized that he was totally busted creeping on his new neighbors. He bashfully scampered away from the window, hoping he was only mostly conspicuous as he immediately began running the mental math of just how much of himself was visible from that front window. Based on the distance, lighting, and height of the window, he decided that as long as the otter wasn't THAT tall, he should be safe at least.
Davis made his way back to his bedroom and closed his door, panting just a bit as he kicked himself mentally for being so careless. As he caught his breath long enough to take a sip of his Dr Pepper, he realized that his pink cock was already totally halfway out of his sheath. Immediately his thoughts went to the idea of the two otters just casually inviting themselves over. That was just what he needed, was to have his heart start racing every time his online-shopping-enthusiast mom got a package delivered.
"Great," Davis thought, "and now I've gotta take care of this before I can do anything else."
Over the next two weeks, Davis planned his heist - well, not so much a heist as he wasn't stealing anything, but still, it sounded way cooler to think of it that way. Jokingly at first, but as he found himself getting super riled up at the thought of getting a chance to surreptitiously sneak into his neighbors' backyard and chill in their hot tub. He concluded from the occasional music he heard from across the street that the two otters at least seemed to be cool, but still, it wasn't like the serval could just walk up to their door and say "Hi I'm Davis. I live across the street and can I please use your hot tub for a bit?" It was definitely a lot easier and less awkward to spend several weeks observing his neighbors and learning their schedules to find a good time to hop their fence when they weren't around. You know, like a normal person.
One night, it finally happened. The otters' car was missing from their driveway, meaning they must be out for the night! Davis felt his heart pounding as he tried to decide if he was actually going to go for this. On one hand, this could totally end with him getting arrested for breaking and entering. On the other... dude, hot tub chill time!
Once he decided that the next few pages of this would be a lot more boring if he didn't, the serval grabbed his skimpy blue swimsuit and pulled it on. It hardly fit with his whole "nude at all times" theme, but he wasn't about to get caught racing across the street without at least his shorts on. He grabbed a Dr Pepper out of the fridge and headed out the door, heart pounding as he looked across the street. Most of the lights in the otters' house looked to be out, so he checked to make sure nobody was watching. He hurried across the poorly lit street and ran up to the gate to his neighbors' backyard. With catlike agility he climbed over the gate and landed all but silently on the other side.
Davis immediately swallowed hard - he was now officially trespassing, but he tried to calm his nerves. It wasn't like the otters were home, he could just make up some story about having permission if anyone caught him anyways. He snuck his way down the side of the house until he came to the backyard where... it was waiting for him.
Steam rolled off the surface of the water, all but beckoning the serval to climb on in. He looked around one last time as he approached the above-ground tub. He dipped a paw in and immediately gave a relieved sigh - the water was so warm, these two otters must be totally loaded to leave it heated all the time like that! Finally, once he was confident that nobody else was around, Davis climbed up and slipped into the above-ground hot-tub, and quickly came to appreciate how good of an idea this was. The water was so warm and relaxing, the serval just felt himself melt into it. As he cracked open his soda, he let his mind drift to where he couldn't even hear the sliding glass door open.
"You know, it's way more comfortable if you turn on the jets."
As he snapped back to reality, Davis quickly came to appreciate just how dumb of an idea this was. It hit the spotty cat like a sack of bricks that the otters had only been parking in the driveway because their garage was mostly taken up with moving stuff. The hot tub was still warm because the otters were totally home and were going to make use of it. And he wasn't being immediately chased off because... wait, why wasn't he?
"Relax, it's alright," one of the otters said as the other set down a six-pack of beers, "although, you know you could have totally just knocked on our door and said 'hi, I live across the street and can I please use your hot tub for a bit?' No need to sneak on over."
The first otter switched on the outdoor lights, and the serval was able to get a good look at them. In the lighting, they definitely looked almost identical - definitely brothers with one being just slightly taller than the other. They both kept their hair short, though it looked like any styling they had done on had failed to make it through the day. The two each had a pair of speedos hugging their hips: the taller wearing a bright lime green one, and the shorter, now popping open a beer and heading to the hot tub, wore a light pink one.
"I'm Derek," the pink one introduced himself, "and my older brother there is Devin. I don't think we were ever really introduced."
Davis found his eyes wandering down the younger otter's chest, having to conspicuously force himself to look back up each time he made it to the pink bulge. The serval blushed uncontrollably as he fidgeted underwater.
"I'm... I'm Davis..." he stammered out, while standing up to get out of the water, "I'm so sorry I just always wanted a hot tub and I was too embarrassed to ask and I'm real sorry I can go ahead and go now."
"Get out?" Devin laughed a bit as he caught a beer lobbed by Derek, "You only just got here! And besides, like I said, you've gotta feel it with the jets and everything."
Davis stumbled back down into the water with a little splash, quickly realizing how cold it was outside and that he had neglected to bring a towel on his ill-advised adventure.
"You mean... you're not mad?"
"Mad? Naw, we're always down for company!" Derek assured the feline, "Nice to meet you Davis, and to see you actually in pants for a change."
Davis felt his blood run cold, despite the warm water of the hot tub. Clearly his carefully thought-out and subtle casual nudity had been anything but! Before he could stammer out anything though, Devin hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his tight green speedo, putting just enough weight on it to lower just a bit and snag on his bulge.
"But you know... why get so dressed up if you're just going to be getting into our hot tub? You DO know how these things work, right?"
Davis heard a muted "plap" coming from Derek's direction. As he looked over, the younger otter was starting to climb into the tub with him, his swimsuit discarded to the ground and his tawny-brown sheath and balls right at the serval's eye-level. Davis quickly made room for the otter as he casually slipped into the tub with a contented sigh. He took a sip from his beer and offered some to Davis, who just blushed and shook his head, holding up his Dr Pepper.
"Suit yourself," Derek chuckled, "But speaking of suits, I think yours is going to have to come off."
"Here, let's help him a bit," Devin nodded as he crouched down near the side of the hot tub and switched on the jets. Within moments, the smooth steamy surface of the water turned into a churning, bubbly foam obscuring what was underneath. Devin climbed up and into the pool, his own speedo already left aside, and sat beside Davis.
"You don't have to if you don't want," Derek assured the bashful serval as he slid in to Davis's other side, "But seeing how you like to 'hang out', I kinda think you do want."
The two otters each placed a webbed paw on each of Davis's thighs, resting right on his short blue shorts. Davis looked between the two, who looked at him expectantly, waiting for either a go-ahead or a back-off. The serval gulped hard and fidgeted for a moment, but finally decided "in for a penny, in for a pound" and gave them a slight nod.
Derek and Devin wasted no time sliding off the cat's shorts, clearly being experienced in the removal-department. Devin tossed the wet shorts unceremoniously onto the patio, leaving the small lithe serval naked between the two larger, muscular, and equally naked otters in their own turf.
"So... what's the deal?" Davis finally spoke up, "Are you two like gay then?"
The two otters got a good laugh out of the question, looking at each other and then back to the serval.
"We're otters," Devin explained, "We always tend to be a lot more flexible and are just all about having a fun time. So much of society just gets completely hung up on these ideas of heteronormative masculinity meaning you can't ever have any physical contact with another guy, which is just silly. Totally nothing inherently gay about any of this - just some bros being bros."
"Well, that being said..." Derek reached over Davis's lap to grope his brother between his legs, leaning in to place a light kiss on the older otter's lips, "... we're both pretty much as gay as the day is long."
Davis's cheeks immediately started burning at the display happening right over him - if this weren't a work of erotic gay fiction, the incestuous display would have been scandalous! Instead, the spotted cat squirmed and fidgeted under the two otters as they felt each other up, their lips locked as they sandwiched Davis between their powerful chests. After what felt like an hour, the brothers finally broke away from each other and looked down at the serval between them. Davis felt himself slump down between them, cheeks burning.
"Why, how rude of us!" Devin declared, "We're so used to having this to ourselves, we almost forgot about our guest!"
Before Davis could say anything, the two otters had their paws all over him, stroking and groping all over his chest and arms with their webbed paws. The serval let out a little squeak as they started to explore further down, over the teen's stomach and thighs and finally....
"Well, seems you're definitely enjoying the attention," Derek chortled as he wrapped a paw around Davis's now-fully-erect cock. He hadn't even noticed that he had been so turned on by the two otters, and now they were pressed up to him, turning their full attentions to their "trespasser" and lavishing all over him. The younger otter stroked the serval off under the water, leaning in to nuzzle at his new plaything.
"Hey, know how otters can stay underwater for a really long time?" Derek whispered loudly into Davis's ear, "Well I can hold my breath for even longer than most otters. Bet you wanna see what I do with that superpower, don't you?"
"Your 'superpower', is it?" Devin laughed as he pulled Davis up to sit in his lap, the serval letting out a yelp as he felt the older otter's firm length pressed against his backside, "You just want to show off don't you?"
"You're damn right I do!" Derek declared as he took a deep breath. He didn't even wait for a response from Davis before he splashed down underwater, zeroing in on the pink flesh between the feline's legs and wrapping his lips around the serval's cock.
"He'll be down there a while." Devin warned the cat. Davis hardly heard a thing though as the otter began to suck him off underwater. He tensed up and leaned back into Devin's chest, feeling oddly secure as the larger otter wrapped his strong arms around the cat. The feline let out a moan as Derek's tongue flicked over his tip and his sensitive nubby barbs. As Derek's thick tail stuck out of the pool like a mast, Devin rocked his hips upwards against the boy. His thick length slid lengthwise between Davis's cheeks, not threatening to push into his tailhole, but definitely making its presence largely known.
Devin was hardly a liar - Davis was hardly counting the seconds as the otter sucked him off and fondled his sac between webbed fingers, but after a solid ten minutes of this treatment, the spotty cat felt his whole body tense up in an orgasm, and felt himself shoot off into Derek's mouth. The younger otter felt him coming, and made sure to capture every bit of feline seed, lest they dirty their nice clean hot tub. Once satisfied with his cleaning job, the otter lifted his head out of the water and took another breath.
"Aw man, I could've gone at least another few minutes!" the otter boasted, wiping his lips away and swallowing before pressing himself up against Davis's body. The two otters squeezed the serval tightly between them, sandwiching him and pressing their own firm cocks against the boy. Davis just panted and purred loud, his tail swishing and intertwining with the otters' as he nestled himself in with the two brothers. They just held the cat firmly and safely, not wanting to push him into anything extra, and just enjoying the company of their neighbor.
A few days later, Devin and Derek answered their doorbell to find Davis waiting at their doorstep. He wore the same blue swim trunks as before, but he quickly invited himself in and kicked them away. The two otters just chuckled, happy to support their neighbor's nudist inclinations as the serval made himself at home on their couch, picking up their Switch controller and turning it on.
"Well, come on you two!" Davis chirped, "What do you say, Strip-Smash-Bros?"
The two otter brothers just gave each other a puzzled look. They typically only wore their speedos around the house, and the serval was already wearing just his spots. As they looked back to Davis, he gave a lusty grin and sat his his legs spread. Somehow, they suspected this was some sort of ploy by the serval... but that didn't stop them from picking up their own controllers and sitting on either side of the cat. The first two times, the two otters let Davis win. Once they started up the next round though, they each gave the boy a toothy grin.
"So now that we're getting serious, what are we playing for next?"