Ah, the coolness of a margarita, poolside! I didn't really want to go to the neighborhood pool party, but my wife persisted and I finally relented and I had to admit it was a lot of fun. It was Memorial Day and 104 degrees. The hosts had rented a Margarita machine and it was doing its job like a pro, thankfully. We played volleyball in the pool and munched on veggies as the sun made its way westward. Everyone was pretty well sloshed by time it was dusk. The kabobs were making their way from the grill to the plates and everyone was having a good time. Jim was our host and he asked me to help him grill. When everyone else had their food, Jim and I sat side by side on the edge of the pool with our legs in the water. A few others were doing the same thing, so we had to squeeze into a narrow place.
The people were fun, the water was cool and the food was great. I complimented him on a great party and he responded by rubbing his right leg even tighter against mine. He complained that the only thing he regretted was that there was not more shade in the yard. I shrugged and told him that everyone was having fun, despite the heat. I rather liked it that our bodies were touching. Although I had never been intimate with a guy, I really craved the bonding that only two men can share, so I was enjoying the moment. I have always been straight yet I found it curious that certain types of men made my heart skip a beat. One of my wife's coworkers told her that she had good taste in men. He was gay, and she had laughed like a hyena at that remark, but it always made me wonder if he had me on his "gaydar." I found myself talking to him more at parties after that, not knowing whether or not my wife told him that she repeated his remark. As I spoke to him, I tried to catch him checking me out. I felt that even at 40 that I looked pretty good and apparently he thought so. I am six feet tall, 175 pounds with blue-gray eyes, dark hair and a go-t.
The next day I got a call from Jim. He wanted me to come over and give him some advice about a patio cover and trellis. I had known Jim for several years and he did not strike me as being a do-it-yourselfer. Around 6'2" and 185 pounds, Jim had the good looks and sales savvy to maintain his standing as top producer for firm that he worked for. He looked great in his suits, I had definitely noticed that. It was another hot day, so I wore my swim trunks anticipating that we would have a swim. Jim met me at the door before I even rang the bell. He must have been watching for me. He was wearing a speedo swim suit that left nothing to the imagination. I tried not to react as I walked past him into the house, but I know he saw me peek at his basket. He told me that he had just made some sandwiches and asked me to join him. I had eaten a late breakfast and was going to skip lunch, but I was polite and sat down with him. He explained that his wife was shopping and then she was going to go to a movie with her best friend. He asked me if I had anyplace to be. I told him no and he smiled and said great, we could chill all afternoon.
After some small talk at the kitchen table, we headed out into the backyard to discuss his patio. He had some good ideas, but he seemed very indecisive. I made some suggestions and he seemed to like them. He wanted to discuss where the patio would attach to the house, so he went into the garage and brought out a ladder. He put it up against the house and climbed up with a tape measure. I looked up and admired his strong chest with the treasure trail that led down to that inviting bulge in front. I was starting to get a bulge of my own at that point. Jim was fumbling with the tape measure. The end kept bending over when he was trying to measure. I asked him if he wanted help and he said, yes please climb up and hold one end while he leans the other way to measure.
