What a great year I've had! One year ago, after college graduation, I relocated to Wilton Manors, FL, to begin my life as an out gay man. Growing up in Texas, I knew for a long time that my Texas hometown is not a welcoming place for anyone who is gay. Wilton Manors, on the other hand, is an open and diverse small gay city that feels like home. Working an afternoon shift as a bartender in a popular gay bar, I make lots of money and have lots of new friends in this welcoming city. I love life here.
Making things even more perfect, I rent a room with a private bath in a fabulous home owned by my housemate Tony DiSicilia. Tony made a fortune developing some kind of tech company and then selling it off for big bucks. Now, wealthy at just 42 years old, he owns a beautiful home with a backyard pool and hot tub. In addition, Tony is a really nice guy and I consider him to be one of my best friends, part of my gay family.
Being a fitness fanatic himself, Tony has encouraged and inspired me to take care of my body. In my opinion, Tony is a real hunk of a man thanks to his Italian genes and his intense workouts. Swarthy, with full lips and a masculine nose, Tony is muscular and handsome. I lust after him without his knowing. I am obsessed with sexual thoughts of him. Absolutely obsessed! I masturbate repeatedly to hot imagined erotic images of the two of us making love. Tony seems oblivious to my sexual obsession with him.
When one of his buff, hyper-masculine fuck buddies spends an evening with him, I am totally distracted listening to the sounds of their love making. Unfortunately, I don't look anything like any of Tony's preferred bed partners. I'm a tall, lanky, fair-haired 22 year old. I don't think I am likely to attract Tony's sexual attentions. Perhaps it's for the best to keep things uncomplicated as housemates. Actually, I have no idea what Tony's sexual interests might be, but I am so curious to find out.
Returning home after my afternoon shift, I find Tony in the kitchen cooking, only wearing sweatpants and flip flops. His perfectly hairy and proportioned torso is bare, making my mouth water. After the usual greetings, I add: "Tony, it's a year today since I moved in with you. I just want to say thank you for welcoming me into your home."
"Wow, a year already. Sorry Brian, I didn't remember the exact date. Why don't we celebrate with dinner together. I'm making rigatoni with hot Italian sausage." Tony suggested.
"That would be nice." I say accepting, "Do I have time to shower and change?"
"Take your time and make yourself comfortable. Tonight's celebration is for you, my friend."
After drinks and a delicious dinner, Tony shared some powerful smoke and then suggested we relax in the hot tub. The hot tub had become one of our favorite places to kick back together and share thoughts. Stripped naked, Tony checked me out and, as usual, joked by saying: "Brian, I hope you're careful not to hurt anyone with that big tool, man!"
I chuckled and gave my usual response: "As they say Tony, everything is bigger in Texas!"
We talked and smoked and drank and soaked. I was enjoying another pleasant evening with Tony. Stoned and horny, I took a leap when the conversation paused: "Tony, I don't know much about the intimate side of you and I'm curious about what turns you on. Unless you're uncomfortable getting that personal with me, I would enjoy it if you would tell me one of your secret sexual fantasies."