When I and my wife divorced, I went my way and she went hers. She had her problems, mostly a lack of veracity, commitment and fidelity. I got an apartment and licked my wounds.
I wondered if there was something wrong with me. My ex-wife was the only relationship that lasted longer than a year. And it was over before it was over, if you know what I mean.
My apartment looked out over the bay and I used to sit on my balcony and read. I wasn't up to going out yet. I liked the warm evenings, the sounds of the street, but I didn't have to mix with the people.
After being there about two months, I saw Nick down by the pool. He was about 6'2", 200 pounds. A real manly man. I'm 5'11", 175. Not bad shape, but not like Nick. I didn't know his name. I just noticed him swimming in the morning. Alone.
It seemed that I saw him around more often. He was always alone. I saw him on nights that most men would be out dating. Alone. I felt that too, because I was alone.
His apartment was several floors down from mine. I didn't know that until I looked out over the edge of mine, down at an angle, and saw him laying back on his chaise lounge and pull open his robe. He was freaking naked! Damn, what a body. And I wasn't even gay!
He was down below the edge of the balcony railing and hidden. I started looking for him down there, every time I went out on my balcony. And I would see him. That body and that cock. I saw the cock the first time. Men's bodies are different than women's, and there is that cock right in the middle. Not getting around it. It is a cock. It was a nice cock. It always seemed almost erect.
I began to think about that cock a lot. I would see him down by the pool or in the parking garage and I would think about that cock. Nice and fat, laying on his leg, his legs spread slightly.
Sometimes, Nick would be on his belly and I would see his ass. Nice globes of ass, parted slightly. I wished I had an ass like that. I wished I had that ass.
I started jerking off to images of sex with men again. When I divorced, I went through a period where I didn't feel like sex. I worked in a small office and didn't meet many new women. I would play with myself and I would think about cocks. I would think about asses. I would run my hand down between my legs, spread my legs out and think about someone rubbing their hand there, playing with my anus, lubing it up, sliding a finger in. I thought about actually sucking on a cock. I had been very close to it once in college, but never did. I had chickened out. Now I regretted it. What was it like.
It wasn't too long before I was thinking about Nick and his cock. I wanted to suck it. I wanted him to feel me up. I wanted him to slide between my legs, push them apart and put his cock in my ass. That is what I wanted. I wanted to find pleasure with another man's cock up my ass. Not just another man's cock, but Nick's cock.
I became self-conscious around Nick. I found myself near him in the parking garage and the idle image of being on my knees, sucking him off right there almost overpowered me. I looked at him and realized that I was licking my lips like a nervous school girl. He looked at me and I was afraid that he knew what I was thinking.
He introduced himself. Nick. I half expected his last name to be manly, like Steel, or something like that but it wasn't. Nick Wilson. Tom, I said. Hi Tom. And the small talk flowed. Lived here long? Which floor? Like the weather. Nice pool. Like to swim?
I'm not a strong swimmer, so I said so. He said that he would be glad to give me some tips. He had swum in college. I wanted to say that it looked it, but didn't. He said that he swam in the morning, come on down.
Cool. I'm crazy about his cock, and he is straight. Okay, I can be straight also. I wondered if I should wear a Speedo and see what he did. He wore a stretchy suit but it was a longer cut. So we were on for swimming in the morning.
I went down in the morning. It was Saturday morning. Another Friday date night gone with no date. Nick came down and stretched a little. We talked about the cool morning air. He took a couple of laps and then told me to go. I swam as best I could. I was gasping after one turn.
He told me that I just needed some confidence and practice. He gave me some tips and told me to try again. We spent about two hours in the water, talking about stuff, swimming, talking, swimming. I liked Nick. I was sorry that I ever had thought about his cock.
He was also recently divorced. His wife left him for her boss and a big house. We talked about being alone and how it sucked. We talked about women and he said that he was not ready to start dating again. He thought that he needed to take a break from dating.
He asked me what I was doing that night and I said that I was thinking about a movie. He said that he wanted to go out, but that he didn't want to go out alone. Would I want to go along? Hell, yes, I wanted to go along. The way I figured it, if I picked up what bounced off him, I would be doing okay. He told me to swing by his apartment at 7 pm.
I was rocking. I went out and did a little shopping, got a new shirt, a haircut. I wanted to look my best. At 7, I was at his door.
He opened it and he was still in his robe. I knew that robe. And I knew what was under it. I tried not to think about it, but that was like telling a duck not to swim. All I could think about was that sweet looking cock. Here I was, thinking about scoring some babe tonight and then there he was in that shorty robe with that cock hiding just under the hem.
Tom, you look great! Yeah, you do too, but I couldn't say that. I'm running late, sorry about that. Glass of wine? Okay by me, just don't pick up a penny in front of me wearing that robe. Couldn't say that either. Yes, I'll have a glass of wine.
He had the bottle on the balcony. I went out with him. The balconies of the building were staggered. I looked up at my apartment. I turned and I was looking right into his eyes from about 12 inches away. I took the glass of wine and knew that I was busted. Shit! He knows I'm a perv.
I like to lay out up here. Was he smirking at me when he said that? I don't think anyone can see me. He is smirking. What the hell is going on? Lay down on the chaise, Tom, and tell me if you can see your balcony.
I lay down and look up, backward. I can see my balcony. And then Nick blocked my view. Then what I saw was his face and my eyes uncontrollably went south and there was that cock, hanging down under his robe. I couldn't help it. I couldn't tear my eyes away. When I did, he was more than smirking now. Nice view, huh? He was laughing.
I was very embarassed. I started to get up to leave and he said to sit back down. He sprawled in a chair on with his legs splayed. The robe pulled up and his cock was hanging right out there. Tom, you gotta relax. Relax, hell, I was about to jump out of my skin.