Golden and muscled, the young man's form beside me glistened in the bright sunlight, the rays caressing the smooth tanned skin's curves as they poured over him from the bedroom window. I smiled as I watched him sleep, one of my favorite pre-sex things to do in the morning and recalled that, other than the lack of a swimsuit, this view of him was quite similar to how I'd first met him. As the warmth of the rays as well as my gaze woke him sufficiently to roll over, open his bright blue eyes and slowly grin at me, I grinned back and was suddenly lost in the memory of that first day...

...about the only thing that had gone right that entire week was the end of it. Every damn possible problem had appeared at work and slowly, too slowly for me, been dealt with. It had started with the dean of the department boring me to tears with his new 'requirements' for learning outcomes (a new buzzword in academia that meant nothing more than 'is the kid learning anything in your class?') that had nothing to do with them. Sadly, Dean Petersen had never actually taught anybody before, but had been the favorite young man of his day of our old female VP who liked to give favorite young men a chance. The fact that he'd never taught didn't seem to make any difference, what mattered was that he had somehow managed to get a theoretical doctorate in my field without any teaching experience and, I guess, was a good lay.

Whatever the case, that was the start of it and, equipment breakdown and students' own desire to be outside rather than in the classroom and lab were the end of it and I decided that a trip to the pool was in order. The condo complex I lived in had once been luxury apartments (the 'luxury' part being the price we paid in rent) and when the complex went condo, the three pools were set up by the HOA as community pools for condo owners. My condo was one that overlooked the pool area as did two other units, however they were currently unsold and, as the market had flattened yet again, probably were not going to be sold anytime soon.

I stopped in my unit only long enough to pull off my work attire and pull on my swimsuit and, grabbing a towel and my beach 'dopp' kit (a leather bag containing suntan lotion as well as lubricant and a few rubbers, just in case), headed to the pool. Only one other person was there, a fellow I'd not met yet, and I just stared as his body as he lay on one of the loungers in the sun.

I judged him to be in his early twenties, partly because his red-gold hair was like an unkempt mane around his head and his back and shoulders were smooth, golden tanned and muscled nicely. The ass that was packed in the tight squarecut trunks he wore was full and lush, a seam down between the cheeks causing the clingy fabric to accentuate the fullness of that ass. I could just see one well muscled arm that lazily reached back and scratched his left upper thigh, a light dusting of hair on the forearms that matched the color on his head. I stared as long as I could before it was too damn obvious and, after adjusting myself in my own trunks (Mr. Happy had enjoyed looking at the young man A LOT), settled down into my own lounger and arranged my nest so that I could watch this young man to my heart's content. In a short while, with a light grunt and more scratching he rolled over, presenting the front of his body to my inspection and the week suddenly got much, much better!

I couldn't see his eyes as they were closed, but his face was smooth and yet chiseled like a roman statue, a strong neck and shoulders supporting his golden-maned head. His pecs were full and thick looking, the nipples darker and pert atop dime sized pale aureoles. Tight, ripped abs surmounted by an 'innie' bellybutton were above the waistband of his trunks, his sides smooth and tight and bringing the 'V' width of his shoulders down to the point of his waist. His thighs and calves were thickly muscled like a soccer player's and were lightly dusted with red-gold hair. Mr. Happy enjoyed the growing woody in the young man's trunks, so easy to see as his cock lengthened and his balls pulled upwards in the clingy fabric. I was mesmerized by it enough that I didn't notice the opening of his eyes and his gaze back at me until he cleared his throat to draw my attention back to his face.

He smiled at me, a good sign I thought, and then adjusted the lounger so that the back was up. Leaning back now on the lounger, he spread his legs slightly, put his hands behind his head and then studied me a bit before saying, "I haven't seen you before and I'd remember! My name's Lance, what's yours?"

I grinned at him and said, "Nice to meet you, Lance, I hadn't seen you before either, but that could be because I normally go to the beach near here instead of the pool." I got up and walked the short distance to where he lay and extended my hand. He grinned back and we shook hands, then I returned to my own lounger. "You do have a great tan from what I can see, so you must be out here often."

He laughed and shook his head. "Actually I'm renting one of the units up there," he said and pointed to one of the vacant ones around the pool. "I love the sun and water, but I'm not crazy about the beach. Funny, huh?"

I laughed with him and said, "That's cool, Lance. I have a good friend that says the same thing." We chatted a little bit more, oiled up our fronts as we did so and then laid back to tan, idly chatting as we cooked. I noticed that, while his cock had returned to its softened state it was still a nice lump in his trunks and the fact that he continued 'adjusting' that lump made me realize he was quite aware of my interest in him. I guess another half hour or so went by and then he started getting things packed up.

He gathered his things and then walked over to where I lay. "It was good meeting you, Mike." He glanced at my own body and smiled. "Yes, very good meeting you." As I puzzled that out I watched him leave and walk up the short flight of stairs to the unit he was renting. He paused a few seconds as if to make sure I knew exactly which unit was his and then disappeared inside. I figured that I was done enough as well, especially since my eye candy was gone and headed back up to my own unit.

From that point on our schedules connected so perfectly that I'd have suspected outside influences. I began using the pool area a lot more often to enjoy the sun and invariably Lance was out there as well, his body glistening in the sun. I guess a week or so went by before he began asking me to apply sun block on his back and I asked him to do the same. His hands felt so good on me that when he started to give me neck and shoulder massages I would just melt. I knew Mr. Happy was enjoying Lance's attentions too, for there was plenty of 'accidental' body contact as we adjusted ourselves so that he could rub my neck and occasionally a thigh or even his crotch would somehow press against my body long enough to let me know it was there before he'd move slightly away. This went on for another week or so before I finally got up the nerve to ask him up for dinner.

"Steaks, salad, wine and dessert at my place tonight," I said as he gave me an exceptional back rub. He paused only a second and accepted my invitation, asking only what time he should arrive. "Oh, about six thirty should be good," I said, all but purring under his hands, "that will give me time to get the grill fired up and everything else ready." I looked back at him and grinned and he smiled back, and then continued the wonderful massage until it was time for us to head back to our units. There was plenty of time for me to go get the food and wine as well as clean the apartment and then I hit the shower myself. By the time six thirty rolled around the grill was ready, the steaks were ready to go on and sure enough, when I opened the door at the knock upon it Lance was outside.

He wore a tight white tank top, one of those 'wife beater' types made popular by Brando when he was young and sexy, and a pair of loose board shorts that, as Lance moved around, showed that he was going 'commando' inside them. A pair of comfortable looking flip flops protected the soles of his well shaped and clean feet. He thrust a bouquet of flowers into my hands, saying that he'd been brought up to always bring the host a gift, especially if he wasn't bringing anything else. I smiled and welcomed him inside, then put the flowers in a vase onto the table. I poured us a glass of wine and we headed out to the deck where the pool was glowing softly in the safety lighting around it. My own deck was lit with those little white Christmas lights I'd put up a few years earlier and, with some plants and shrubs in pots around, was quite a cozy little place.

I slapped the steaks on the hot grill and we moaned as the first wafts of searing cow flesh hit our nostrils. That brought us to laughing at our carnivore-like behavior and soon we sat down in the dining area to enjoy our meal. The steaks were done to perfection, the salad crunchy and the wine crisp, so the meal was a complete success even up to the light fragrance of the flowers. Lance smiled a lot at me as we chatted about nothings so typical of first dates and then the entire ballgame changed just like that!

Lance set down his empty wine glass and reached over to grasp my hand. "My momma also taught me to repay acts of kindness right away, so do you want to do me here or inside?" My mouth must have dropped open for he laughed and then looked deep into my eyes. "Why are you so surprised? I've only been cruising you for the last month and all but threw my body at you. I found you very sexy that first time we met at the pool and you were throwing a hard on as you stared at me." He reached across the table and, setting his free hand behind my head, gently pulled me closer so that by leaning farther he could give me a light kiss.

That unfroze me from disbelief and I reached up myself and captured him before he could get away, putting tongue to action as I held him to my lips and deepened our first kiss. I found that he was very sensitive and enjoyed kissing and touching a lot and I obliged him that first time, slowly feeling our way through our first sexual encounter knowing that ultimately we'd wind up in bed. One of our knees caught some silverware and sent it tinkling down on the floor, breaking the mood a bit and causing us to clear off the table before we got more serious. A second bottle of wine was uncorked and with two glasses, the bottle and Lance we headed to the bedroom.

I set the glasses down on the side table while Lance carefully poured some of the ruby wine into each one, and then all thoughts of the wine were forgotten as he walked over to me and pushed his warm hands under my shirt. I did likewise and soon we'd peeled each other's shirts off and were fondling our sculpted chests and tight abs as if we were blind and this was the only way we could see. I spent more time on Lance's chest, having told him often that his pecs were the stuff of legends and he'd laughed saying that he knew I was a pec man from how often I'd stared at them. They were now being mauled by yours truly, the hardened nipples being stroked by my thumbs as my palms spread over the thick, heaving mounds.

Lance obviously enjoyed the mauling as well as where his own hands were surveying, for the outward jut from his board shorts left no question of his desire. My cock was straining to be released as well, although being a bit older I rarely went commando and had trapped my goods inside a pair of silk boxers under my shorts. A pair of hands had found their way, however, under the waistband of both my shorts and underwear and was cupping my full, hairy butt cheeks in a very proprietary manner. I am not generally a bottom, but I do like my ass played with and he showed remarkable ability to just knead my muscles there perfectly to arouse me. Of course, his hard cock pressed tightly against mine might also have something to do with that.

I decided it was time to get naked on the bed, especially as Mr. Happy was freely oozing precum and I felt the answering dampness from Lance's organ, so I reluctantly removed my lamprey grasp of Lance's full pecs and reached down to undo the drawstring of his shorts. He immediately got the idea and reached around to unbutton my shorts and, as one, all of the rest of our garments fell in a soft heap to the ground, our love swords happily connecting with a solid smack as they swung free of their confines. Thus unencumbered, I pulled Lance into a deep bear hug and then dropped onto the bed, rolling over until he was pinned below me.

"Now, my friend, I get to play as much as I want!" I growled as I held his arms down and let my mouth and tongue work their way from his lips down his neck, over his nipples which caused him to groan and his cock to erupt with more precum. From his now lightly chewed nipples I worked my way down the runway to his tight belly and laved his button there until he all but screamed with delight, then I released his hands and in a smooth movement, pushed his legs so that he was bent in half and his full bubbled butt cheeks were spread to show me his quivering pink pucker hole.

"Ahh, there's my baby!" I crooned as I settled down to some serious butt munching. I happen to be rather good at it, at least from the reactions of my partners I am, and Lance was no exception. His eyes actually rolled back into his head as I started moving slowly around the perimeter of his quivering pucker and the moans of pleasure never really stopped as I continued with the program. I thought he'd go into orbit when my tongue entered the clean and fresh smelling pucker, his body going rigid from the sensations. "No cumming yet, buddy." I admonished, using one hand to grasp his balls and give them a gentle pull downwards. He gasped a bit, but nodded and I understood he was very close and the ball grab had prevented a quick shot right then. The full program was a good hour and he still had 35 minutes to go, so I continued with it, keeping light pressure on his balls and pulling down so that they'd not let him cum while he groaned and all but wriggled with pleasure. When I'd finished my set, he was a limp rag, quivering with the tides of pleasure that had rolled over him and slightly frustrated he wasn't able to cum. His face changed, however, when he saw me apply the rubber to Mr. Happy and squirt on lubricant, and he was grinning like a Cheshire Cat when he felt it applied to his dampened and freshly loosened hole.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, Mike, you made me so hot, I can't wait any longer..." moaned Lance as I slowly sank all nine inches into him, his breath catching a bit as I slipped past the last defense and he felt my groin press against his bubbled butt. "Oh, fuck that's good, oh fuck oh fuck..." I let him get used to the intruder and then, ever so slowly (I'm quite good at this also, as I've been told) starting a fucking rhythm that would ultimately reach a fast thrusting mode guaranteed to blow the top of my bottom's head off. Lance was no exception to this either, for when we'd reached this point together I was all but screaming in pleasure and he was yelping, his cock thrashing about between our bellies like a live fish and spewing precum everywhere. As always, all good things must come to an end and this did too, the sudden clutch and tightening of his ass told me that indeed his orgasm started and soon with his own screams he was shooting gobs of white man juice all over his thick pecs, neck and even some splashed on the wall behind him! That is always a good trigger and I started my own orgasm, the throb of my jets against the rubber inside him thrumming against his prostate as I pressed deep against it while I shot over and over. Each shot echoed in our voices, for with grunts and moans we registered each shot out and felt. The heavens felt like they opened and then, softly, I collapsed on top of my golden boy's body and we drifted off to sleep as my cock softened and slipped from its newly found station...

...the rest of that climatic evening was spent just dozing in each other's arms until the sun came out, like now, and I had indulged then like now in watching Lance sleep as the rays flowed like honey over his golden body. He rolled over and his morning hard on pushed up against his tight belly as if trying to enter his belly button in some way. I reached out and gently pried it away from his body, stroking it and being rewarded with a little moan as his eyes opened and lit up as he grinned at me. He grinned wider as I pulled him by his cock closer to me and then his eyes closed in delight as my mouth curved around the hard shaft of his cock. As he moaned from the action at his crotch, I smiled to myself, happy that the young man by the pool had, after that first night, moved in with me. The only sad thing, I thought as Lance reached climax and shot his creamy love all over my chest, is what I was going to do for a tenant now in my abandoned second condo unit....