Cul De Sac Friends
Five years ago, I moved into my three-bedroom home at the very end of a seven house Cul- de- sac. The upper-class neighborhood consisted of five married couples each having two children. Me, thirty-two years old, gay, and single, and reaching high to five feet six at one hundred thirty pounds. Two houses from my place was an older single man whose wife died three years ago. I met Tom when I first moved in. He's a handsome sixty-eight-year-old with a swimmer's body. He can easily pass for a younger man of forty-five. I did take notice of a nice package and a firm looking ass. I did use the vision of him naked in my brain when I jerked off a few times.
Every third Friday night the married couples have a party. Nothing wild, just a BBQ and some swimming and even some dancing. No loud music, some laughter and the party seems to break up around midnight.
After three months of these get togethers, I noticed that Tom also had three or four male visitors on Friday nights, that I figured were poker nights and wondered why he hadn't asked me to attend. Being nosey about the parties and his company, I asked Tom over for a cook-out and a dip in my in-ground pool. We made a date for Thursday evening.
Right at six o'clock Tom rang my front door bell. He held two bottles of wine and flashed a toothy smile. I took in the eye candy and immediately looked at his crouch and could see the outline of his cock. Not having had a man to make love to in over five months I began to get hard.
"Tom, thanks for coming over," I said. He was dressed in white tennis shorts and a light blue golfer's shirt. I also noticed his fine tight ass and tanned smooth thighs.
"Thanks for asking me over, Don. I should have asked you over to my place before now."
Tom handed me the wine and noticed his quick glance at my body. "Thanks. Red wine is my favorite." I walked to the kitchen with him and put the wine in the refrigerator. "Wine will be great after we eat the steaks." I handed him a can of beer. "Let's sit out on the patio." I pointed to the French doors. "The steaks are ready to cook, I'll put them on. How would you like yours cooked?"
Tom sipped his beer and took at the manicured backyard and pool area and said, "Medium-well. Your backyard is fantastic." He looked at me with another smile while scanning my torso again.
"Hey, take a swim if you like. There's a shower and changing room in the pool house. Follow me, I'll show you my little play house."
I opened the door to the pool house, and we walked in. The a/c had the large room extremely comfortable. A gaming table with six chairs occupied one corner. A lounging bed for two or more was on the opposite wall. One wall was covered with poster type pictures of young men semi-naked at the beach. I showed him the changing room and the walk-in shower.
"There are plenty of towels in that small closet." I pointed to the louvered door.
"Maybe another time and I do like your choice of art work." He winked at me and said, "we better check those steaks." He brushed by me, and I felt a slight touch on my ass.
