I became a homeowner for the first time at age twenty-two. It was the summer before my senior year in college and my grandmother had just died. I expected she'd will all her money to my father – her only child. Grandma came through though and left me over two hundred thousand dollars.
Although I thought about buying the most expensive car on the market, going to Hawaii and all sorts of other things, I realized that I could buy a house for myself and put apartment living (which I hated) far behind me.
The place I picked was only a couple of miles from campus and it suited my needs very well. The neighbors were a little apprehensive at first about somebody my age moving in, but they all relaxed when they found out that I was every bit as quiet and responsible as they were. In fact, the time came for the neighborhood association to assign some people to committees for different things and I was asked to join a couple of other people on the landscaping committee.
I didn't feel much like taking part, but I figured it was what good neighbors did, so I agreed. The other two people on the committee were Ed and Tom. Aside from having done this before, they both lived in the same house. Nobody ever said anything to me, but it was fairly clear that they were probably a gay couple. Neither of them had effeminate qualities to them, but it seemed like the only logical answer to why a pair of guys in their mid to late forties were living together. Both were professionals and each could have afforded a place on his own.
It didn't bother me that they were gay. I was straight, but didn't have any problem with gay men.
Things went fine for the first meeting. We sat around at their place and discussed the new landscaping restrictions that would be proposed to the board. There wasn't going to be any major changes to old rules...so we ended up talking about all kinds of things that had nothing to do with landscaping. I discovered that Ed and Tom were both nice guys and enjoyed their company.
The second meeting was spent with Ed and I going over the requests made by certain residents for allowances to existing landscaping on their property that would not be affected by any new restrictions. Talk about tedious. Slowly, gradually, we went through these.
Tom, in the meantime, had effectively resigned from the committee. It wasn't that he had officially quit, but the dreariness of what we were doing caused him to head for their backyard and the swimming pool that took up a big portion of it. We were nearly finished with the stack of requests by the time Tom came back inside. When he did, I glanced at him...and did a double take. He was fresh from the pool – no shirt on – and my eyes fell on a red circle around his right nipple. Initially, I thought he was bleeding, but quickly realized that it was a perfect circle of red.
"It's a tattoo," I heard Tom say with a laugh.
I looked away quickly, embarrassed that I'd been caught staring.
"The 'O' it tattooed around my nipple. The 'T' and the 'M' you can't see as well."
He was right. I hadn't noticed the other letters. The overall tattoo spelled out his name.
"Wow," I said, "what made you decide to do that?" It seemed strange to me than an older guy like Tom – one who seemed to be conservative in his overall appearance – would do such a thing.
"It was kind of a lark. The two of us got silly one day..." He started laughing, "Unfortunately, Ed can't show you his tattoo."
Ed threw a coaster at him. He was also laughing. It took me a second, but I figured that Ed must have gotten his in a...private kind of place.
"I'll show him if I want," Ed said playfully.
This was starting to get weird.
"I'm only kidding," Ed said to me with a wink, "don't worry."
"I wasn't," I said, eyes down on the floor.
"Go ahead and show him," Tom said with a laugh, "Seriously, Kyle, it's funny. If you wouldn't be put off looking at Tom's..."
"Don't do that to him, Tom."
"I'm sorry, Kyle. Not trying to embarrass you...but it's funny. I'm guessing you're not gay. So...don't think I'm trying to get you to do anything weird for you. All I can say is...it's a funny sight."
"You are ridiculous," Ed said, throwing another coaster at Tom. They were both laughing harder and it was obviously something that they had shared many a laugh over before. "Kyle, it's not like you're missing anything life changing if you don't see it, but if you want to see...I'll show you."
"Well, what is it?" I asked.
"A tattoo. It's on my cock."
"What's the tattoo of?"
"I'll show you if you want to see it."
I felt strange about saying no. They were both nice guys and it might have sounded like I didn't trust them if I said no. I kind of shrugged and said okay.
Tom tittered as Ed stood up and pulled his shorts down. The first thing I couldn't help but notice was the fact that Ed was completely shaved down below. I'd seen similar things in pornos, but never in person (and that would only be in locker rooms, I suppose). Although it was soft, it seemed to twitch a little and start to rise. I guess he was getting turned on showing himself off to me. He seemed to have an average sized dick, circumcised and of decent thickness. I noted that it didn't seem to be as big as mine – and then I immediately thought that I shouldn't think about that. The one thing I did notice was different – his balls. They were very big from the looks of things. And there was one thing that was not apparent...a tattoo.
"I don't see it," I said.
"'Fraid I have to get it hard for you to see the thing," Ed said. He looked at me and smiled slightly, shrugging. His fingers ran over his slightly stiff cock and worked it. It continued to rise.
This was strange. It also bothered me that I was interested in watching Ed stroke his cock to erection. I glanced over at Tom who was watching me, smiling. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing. I began to feel a stirring in my groin and felt a panic overtake me. It was bad enough to be a little aroused by this, what was worse was the idea that either Tom or Ed might pick up on it.
"Now look," Tom said, gesturing toward Ed.
