Scott stood in front of his bathroom mirror as he slipped into a black speedo brief that accentuated the bulge of his cock. Maybe he was a little bit of voyeur or simply liked that others took notice of his lean frame. But today he was wearing this particular brief in the hopes of attracting Marc's attention.
Scott wasn't gay or for that matter bisexual and he could not ever remember having the feelings that seem to overwhelm him now. But the thoughts of this guy, perhaps twice his age, interested in him, wanting perhaps to suck his young cock, had him in a hyped up sexual state. What did it matter who gave him a blowjob -- Anna or this guy -- and with her schedule, gone as much as she was, this might be perfect.
He had heard about gay men or even married bi men who got off going down on straight young guys. He wouldn't have to reciprocate -- no strings attached. Just head over occasionally to get his dick serviced.
That is if Marc was interested. After encouraging him to follow him back to his place and even getting them both naked -- nothing happened! What was that all about? Scott was ready -- he was looking forward to this guy sucking his cock and the next thing you know he's showing him the door. It made no sense.
Scott made his way back out to the pool. There were a few females laying out and one guy splashing around in the pool with his kid. There weren't many families living in the apartment complex. Mostly single folks and empty nesters. Scott didn't have anything against children -- well, when they were behaved. But having the pool to themselves suited him.
He glanced in the direction of Marc's apartment as he positioned himself strategically facing that direction. Laying out a towel on the lounge chair before easing himself in the water and doing several laps, avoiding the father and son at the shallow end.
Exiting the pool, Scott lathered on sun screen as not to burn from the exposure. He had been out about an hour before he heard a familiar voice rousing him from a summer slumber. "Back out again today," Marc noted.
Scott could only make out a tall shadow which blocked the garish sun from his eyes.
"Yea, how was your event last night?" Scott asked back hoping to encourage a back and forth exchange.
"It was an art exhibit downtown. An old friend of mine was showing some pieces..." he trailed off. "I made some delicious Bloody Marys. Bit on the tangy side but quite good. Want one?"
Scott wasn't really a mixed drink kind of guy. He couldn't even recall his last Bloody Mary though he was sure he had tasted one before. But not wanting to spoil the mood, acknowledged "Yes that would be great!"
Marc poured the burgundy concoction into a red solo cup, topped off by a celery stalk as a garnish and handed it to him making himself one in the process. The two men sat back, drinking the cool drinks exchanging comments on art, music and other interests before Scott sat up looking at Marc.
"That's it. I've been trying to place for two days who you look like. I mean I don't know him but that guy on the cooking show, the one on cable and I think he's on CNN." Marc simply looked back over, sipping his drink, when Scott added, "I think he travels to destinations critiquing foods... I know he gives vegans hell!"
"Anthony Bourdain?" Marc stated more than inquired. "Maybe" Scott answered..."
"Not really sure what his name is...." he trailed off.
