A bright warm Saturday morning in July finds me sitting on a third-floor balcony overlooking a well-maintained lawn. There are hedge rows along the driveway. There are a few trees on the grounds at Clarige House Apartmnts, some of which are deciduous, others evergreen. My red and black Harley Davidson is parked barely a meter to the right of the building entrance.
It is the residence of 52 year old Brian Hall, an architect employed by a nearby firm. I never asked which firm because it simply doesn't matter.
For the past few minutes since calling his cellphone to say that "I'm here", we've been sitting at a square black metallic-lattice table. We've been conversing mostly about baseball, a sport that he played in high school. These days he's a diehard Cleveland Indians fan.
So how does a 23 year old wind up getting chummy with a dude twice his age?
It all began a few days earlier at the local gym. Having just completed my rigorous workout, I wanted to take a dip in the pool. Anyway, members are required to take a shower before going into the pool. It's a rule that makes perfect sense.
A sign on the door to the lockeroom said, "Pool avaliability. Men: Mon, Wed, Fri. Ladies: Tue, Thur, Sat. 2nd and 4th Sunday."
I had processed that information subconsciously.
As I looked toward the door to the swimming pool area, I saw from behind a naked dude walking toward it.
I guess this is why the pool area is segregated.
Skinny dipping was a new experience for me, one that I would come to enjoy. I swam a few laps then went outside to lie in a chaise lounge in the courtyard.
Several men were lounging about getting an all-over tan. On a subconscious level I wanted to indulge in sex. I didn't care if the partner is 20 or 50.
I wasn't out there long when I spotted the stranger lying just a few feet away on my right. A towel covered his private parts. His fingers were busy near the bottom of that towel.
This is so cool. The dude is rubbing his dick through his towel. I'll bet he has a hard-on.
Being the horny Italian that I am, I fixed my gaze on his lap.
What a hunk! His body is muscular and his brown hair is a military style buzz cut. He's probably 6 feet and has very little body fat. His eyes are blue and his lips are thin. His face is oval.
He rose and looked at me. "I'm going to take some steam."
That being said, he let himself inside via the glass sliders.
I followed him to the steam room a few seconds later and settled next to him. I couldn't help noticing that his hand was still at the base of the towel.
I asked, "are you into sports."
"Baseball," he replied.
"The Yankees are in town tonight."
"Yes, I know. It's a 7 p.m. start time."
Are you gay? I hope you're gay because I am.
Those next few days that preceded this visit had passed quickly. There had been phone chats in which neither of us said anything too private.
He moved the chair closer and placed his right hand on me millemeters above my right knee. I looked into his eyes. That look gave way to our first kiss.
He leaned away from the kiss before it gave way to making out.
"I could go for a cup of coffee."
"Sounds good to me," I replied.
