The Game

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.

With the steaks, corn on the cob, potato salad having been eaten I asked Tom to get the wine while I cleaned up the patio area and placed the lounge chairs next to each other so we would be close to one another. I wanted to taste this hunk but didn't want to scare him away.

Tom came back out to the patio with two glasses full of wine. I kept my eyes focused on his mid-section and smooth legs.

"Great. You found the wine glasses. Did you have enough to eat?" I looked at Tom and saw a nice smile on his face.

"God, yes," he said. "I haven't been fed this well since my wife died."

We sat on the lounge chairs side by side enjoying the night air. I couldn't help but scan his body. He looked fit and strong. He stood about five foot ten and maybe one hundred eighty pounds. A great looking ass. I longed to see his other goods and hoped he was a top. My mind flashed a picture of me being fucked in the missionary by him with my legs around his midsection pulling him into my pussy.

Back to reality I asked, "Would you like a cigar to go along with your wine? I have a nice mellow Cuban. A nice thin size."

"Cuban? Aren't they banned here in the states?"

"Yes. but not in Canada." I got up and got two from the outdoor patio table and handed him one. "You'll look good with that in your mouth. Very cool and sexy." I brush his hand as I handed him the cigar which he lit with no problem. I got hard as his cheeks suck on the cigar as he lit it.

"So, tell me, Don, what do you do for work? You seem to be home a lot." He sucked on the cigar to keep it going.

I felt my cock begin to get hard again as I watched him suck on the tip. His expanded his chest as he drew air into his lungs. His pecs were meaty with muscle. I hoped he was into guys with those firm lips wrapped around that cigar.

"I'm a day trader. I was lucky a few years back and hit it good," I said and drank my wine and watched Tom relax. "I keep it going to protect my investments and pay the bills."

I refilled his glass of wine and asked. "What about you? Hang out with the neighbors much? What keeps you busy?"

"I'm semi-retired. I own a small tool and die shop," Tom said. "I have people who run it and hopefully they'll buy it soon, I've made them an offer."

He stood up to place his cigar in an ashtray. He pulled his shorts tight over his crouch and sat back down. I could now see the bulge in his pants much better than before and my mouth watered. I needed cock.

"What about the neighbors? Nobody has come over since I moved in but you." My eyes still on the outline of his dick.

"Oh, yes. You aren't married. They wife swap every third Friday. No woman--- no swap."

"Did you and your wife enjoy their game?"

"Yes, until she got sick four years ago. I stay in touch with a couple of the guys." He got up again to get the other bottle of wine and refilled our glasses. "Two guys, Dale, he's about fifty and Gerry who is almost forty stop by every now and again. We play cards mostly. You'd like them and they'd love your pool house." He smiled, and sort of touched his cock before saying, "I shouldn't tell you this and have you find out for yourself, but Gerry is bi. When my wife was alive Gerry, his wife, and me and mine would get together. He always wanted to suck me off after I had dumped a load in his wife. He see good at it too." With a devilish smile he said, "He taught me a few things too."

I only smiled at him and looked at his crouch and said, "Does he still come around to see you? What about Dale, is he gay?" I sat side saddle on the lounge chair and had my knee rest against his chair. "I have seen that you do have visitors sometimes." I looked him in the eye and almost whispered, "It's okay. I understand." With a wink I continued, "I get lonely and horny too." I gently placed my hand on his thigh just below where his tennis short leg ended.

"I think I said too much, and it's getting late." Tom stood up and put his drink on the picnic table. "Don, I'm having a card game tomorrow night at seven. Why don't you stop by." He stood about five inches from me. I had to look up a bit to see his face. "You may enjoy the time with us. Me, Gerry, Dale, and an older guy named Nick, we can always have a new guy join us for the game."

"How much money should I bring with me?" Unconsciously placed my hand on his hip.

Tom smiled, and covered my hand with his and said, "We don't play for money."

He turned and walked to the front door and stopped to face me. "Thanks for a great meal and a good time." He placed his left hand behind my neck and pulled me to him.

The kiss was electric. (I hadn't been kissed like that since my lover, Paul, left me a year ago for a fucking woman. His mother.) I almost came when his tongue invaded my mouth. I let out a moan to let him know I liked it.

Breaking the kiss he said, "See you at seven. Dress casual." He patted my ass and left.

All I could say was. "Fuckin' A."