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Sitting next to each other, they enjoyed the warmth of the water and sun overhead. Glenn slid his hand gently over Billie’s knee, the soft touch of his fingers invoking a tickling sensation up Billie’s thigh. Billie wrapped his arm around Glenn’s waist, caressing his bronze, glistening shoulder.
Billie glanced to the upper deck, catching a glimpse of Paul, standing by the railing of the stairs, scrutinizing the scene and soon vanishing without a word.
“Are you two involved?” Glenn observed Paul’s reaction. “I hope I haven’t caused a problem.”
“No, I have told him over and over again that we’re just friends,” Billie confessed, visibly upset. “But I’m afraid he wants more than I can offer. He’s known that for a couple of years. I’m afraid he can’t tolerate me being around another guy though.”
“That must be difficult.”
“Haven’t you and George ever wanted to have sex? You said you’ve been friends for quite a few years.”
“We’re just very good friends. We keep it that way. We’ve been too close to get involved. When my wife and I separated and had a divorce two years ago,” Glenn continued, “her job transferred her to Chicago. I have two kids, a boy and a girl. I let my wife have the house. She has custody of our children. I wanted it that way. But when George met Dave, George and I drifted apart, until I came out.”
So he was married too, just like George. Billie’s concerns for Paul were replaced with Glenn’s confidence. And he has just come out. How much experience does he have? He had to ask the question. “When did you come out?”
“When we were divorced and I moved in with my parents. I knew I had to find an apartment.”
Billie suddenly felt uncomfortable. If he just admitted he was gay, how much experience does he havr with another man? I don’t know if I’m ready to be a teacher. “Maybe we should get out of the water so I can lunch.”
Glenn agreed. Billie retrieved two more beers from the refrigerator, after putting the orange roughy in the oven. While waiting for it to bake, they sat in the sun on the deck, not bothering to change from their Speedos into clothes.
After a while, Billie brought out the fruit bowls out to eat. Engrossed in the conversation concerning George, Dave and Paul, Billie didn’t notice Glenn’s dabbling with the cantaloupe and blueberries.
When Billie was ready to serve the main course, he noticed Glenn had not eaten much of the fruit. “Didn’t you like the fruit?”
“It was good, but I’m not a big fan of cantaloupe.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Billie retrieved their bowls and went to remove the main course from the oven. That’s strike one. He hates cantaloupe. I hope he likes fish. I should have asked about his likes and dislikes. Oh well, it’s too late now to change the menu.
“How’s the orange roughy?” Billie ate slowly and cautiously, measuring Glenn’s expression for the orange roughy
“The sauce is delicious, but I’m afraid the only fish I like are halibut and prawns.”
“Damn! I’m so sorry. I should have asked what you like to eat. Don’t eat it.”
Glenn put his fork down, his shoulders relaxed to a more comfortable pose.
Billie cleared the dishes. Strike two. One more strike and he’s gone. No more food. Maybe more alcohol. “Maybe, we should change back into our clothes.”
Sitting side by side on the bed, slipping out of their swimsuits, they remained silent until Glenn made a peace offering. “I like men with hairy chests. Could I touch yours?”
“I guess so, but I’m really sorry about lunch.” Billie tilted his head forward in shame, waiting for his hand to touch him.
With both naked, Glenn massaged Billie’s pecks, his fingers tickling the surrounding brown hair. A sparkle beamed from Glenn’s eyes, as he stretched his head to kiss Billie on his trembling lips.
Who is the beginner? Him or me? Billie shut his eyes lost in the satisfying moment.
Glenn’s tongue caressed Billie’s lips softly. Billie’s opened his eyes, staring down at Glenn’s crotch, and noticing his dick beginning to swell, while his own cock pulsed to erection.