there wasn’t just Billy in his head, but the stranger as well. He would have to be careful. He would never want to act on that. He was a man. Men didn’t get fucked and they didn’t get blow jobs from other men. But what about watching another guy jack off and visa versa?

No, guys did that all the time. He and Billy had even watched each other fuck college girlfriends in the other bed in the dorm room. That was natural. It was okay. That other stuff wasn’t.

He wouldn’t ever do that. How would one go about starting it any way? He made up his mind that he didn’t want to find out. The thing with Billy was just a fluke. And the thing with the stranger was just a couple of horny guys. If it happened again, cool. If not, no big deal.

He looked at himself naked in the full length mirror as he stepped out. His body was ripped and tight. He worked out at least every other day in the gym. He wasn’t olive skinned but he was naturally a little dark even when not in the sun. There was a nice smattering of dark hair in all the right places, across his pecs and a little trail from his naval to his pubes, but not a fur mat like his Uncle had been. And he thought his blue eyes were kind of pretty for a guy's eyes. His dark hair and long lashes set them off. Yeah, he was a pretty nice looking guy. He get laid for real soon enough…by a girl. He wagged his now flaccid pink dick at himself in the mirror and then was off to dress and start his day.

He pulled his favorite pair of sweats on and found an old wadded up tee shirt to pull on as well. He knew he had a pair of old sneakers somewhere as he figured he’d get really dirty trying to pull down that old gate. It was still sort of shocking to see that anywhere that he turned in his bedroom he could see his reflection from various angles in the glass doors, his thighs when he squatted, and his butt in another. They were almost like mirrors. He took a good look.

“I need to find a gym sometime soon, though,” he thought.

He slipped on the sneakers he finally found and stepped out on the balcony. That’s when he noticed a man in a pair of shorts and barely buttoned up shirt standing over his pool skimming something out of the water. It wasn’t the stranger from the other balcony. This guy was older, very tall he thought and had close cropped salt and pepper hair.

Without hesitation, Ian was determined to find out who was on his property and headed straight for the balcony stairs that lead down to the patio. He had gotten halfway down the landing when the guy looked up and smiled. “Hey there, fella!” the man said in a voice he almost but not quite recognized.

Ian’s anger and curiosity ceased when it dawned on him. “Are you the pool boy?” He asked.

The man laughed and leaned on the long white pole. “I never thought I’d enjoy saying this, but