It was your typical Sunday afternoon pool party in Phoenix. Clothing optional. Forty or fifty naked gay men milling around, about half of them cooling their urges in the pool or sitting around the edge dangling their feet in the water and their dicks in the air. The other half lounged in chairs under the loggia or paced around the patio bar or the food table just inside the sliding glass doors. It was early yet, and I had arrived only about 20 minutes before, so I wasn’t ready to jump in just yet. Oh, I had stripped down like most everyone else, but I sat on the patio with a towel wrapped around my waist waiting for the right motivation to come along.

Frank, one of our hosts, weaved his way through the clusters of men until he reached the little circle where I sat. We passed the usual amenities. He thanked me for coming, and I thanked him for inviting me. I was grateful for the invitation because I had only been in Phoenix for a few months. Even so, I had made good connections and had gotten into the gay community rather quickly—fast enough that I had gotten to know, or at least to meet, most of the guys at the party.

With the obligatories dispensed with, Frank turned to continue his rounds when he was approached by a strikingly handsome young man. “Frank?” he asked. “I’m James. We chatted online last night, and you invited me to the party.” From what I could gather of the conversation, James was even newer in town than I was, and this was his first foray into the Phoenix gay community. It was not that he was shy; he had just been too busy getting settled in his new job and home to find the time to get out.

Now, I’m just your average, everyday, ordinary guy. I’m not bad to look at, but neither am I an Adonis. At 61, I still have all of my hair, and it’s still more brown than grey. I’m not a muscle stud, but I’ve been told more than once that my workouts at the gym have kept my body in pretty good shape—for a man of my age. I’m still carrying a little too much weight, but I do get compliments now and then on my pecs, biceps, and especially my quads. I never take these comments as actual compliments, but as mere pleasantries. They’re nice to hear, but I don’t really take them too seriously.

James, on the other hand, was to die for. Oh, he didn’t look quite like a super model, but it was obvious that he never had any problem getting dates. He was what you might call “comfortably handsome.” Mid to late 30s, clean cut, medium length strawberry blond hair, brown eyes, fair complexion, about 6’2”, sparkling smile, mellow voice, not overly muscle bound, but well toned. Oh, and he had a beautiful cock. I can say that he had a nice body because as soon as Frank went on his way, James began to strip right in front of me. I made a valiant effort to constrain my excitement.

Once he was completely naked, James strolled over to the pool and dived in where the crowd was thinner. Most of the guys were at the shallower end of the pool, closer to the bar. I just knew that James would not be alone for long. He was probably used to turning heads wherever he went.

You can imagine my puzzlement when no one approached him. Oh, that won’t last long. In a couple of minutes, he will be surrounded by naked men hoping to be his pick. Believe me, I know what it’s like to be the new guy and no one approaches you or tries to make your acquaintance. I’ve been there countless times. So, when no one approached James, I grew more and more uncomfortable. I decided to give it a few more minutes, but when they passed and James still stood alone at the end of the pool, I concluded that it was up to me to bring him into the circle. I stood, dropped my towel, and headed for the pool.

Now don’t get me wrong. I didn’t go with the intent to hit on him—not that I didn’t want to—but it was definitely apparent that he was way out of my league. I just thought it would be rude to leave him estranged from the party.

I began the conversation by welcoming him to the valley and exchanging the usual small talk. I offered to introduce him to some of the other guys and began to point out some of the ones I thought he might be interested in—Evan, the CEO of the local Pride organization; Steve, a realtor; Carter, a financial planner; Chester, director of the gay chorus; Moses, the restauranteur; and so on and so on. When I turned to face the crowd to see who I might have missed, James threw me for a loop. I never expected the warm caress of his manly arms around my naked body, his hands gently massaging my pecs and his generous dick rubbing against my bare ass. What the fuck? Of course, I know that some young men do like older men, but this was totally bizarre to me. This guy could have anyone he wanted. What could he possibly want with me?

I was only there to help him ease into the crowd, not to make it with him, and yet he was all over me. One of his hands slid down my torso and groped my balls before stroking my growing cock. I was at a loss to know how to react. I must have looked awfully silly to him when I turned to face him, but instead of laughing at me, he pulled me close, grinding our dicks together, and kissed me ever so lovingly on the lips.

I wish I could offer you a vivid description of what happened next, but to be perfectly honest, I was so stunned that his beautiful young man had taken an interest in me that I must have dazed through the next half hour. All I remember is that we ended up at my apartment, where he picked up where we had left off.

He completely seduced me, not aggressively, but in the most loving way. Actually, I like it when a man gets a little aggressive with me, but with James, that was totally unnecessary. I was putty in his hands.

On the sofa in my small living room, James kissed me again, now sliding his tongue between my lips and into my vulnerable mouth. As he explored my mouth, he ran his strong but gentle fingers through my hair and rubbed my back with his embrace. He kissed me on the neck and licked his way from there to my ear lobes, which he gently nibbled. Though he had already rendered me powerless back at the pool party, he continued to seduce me like he would not be content until I was totally drained and defenseless.

He slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it before licking his way down to my sternum and then my nipples, which he ministered to one at a time. Continuing his tour of my body, he licked down to my navel, which he probed lovingly. He unbuckled my belt, opened the fly of my denim shorts, and played with my pubic hairs as if he had never seen pubes before. After removing my shorts and briefs, he worshipped my cock, running a single finger ever so gently up and down the shaft, purring like a kitten as he did.

When his tongue finally licked my rod from the base to the crown, I thought I would jump out of my skin, the ecstasy was so overpowering. And he hadn’t even taken it in his mouth yet. When he did that, I knew I had died and gone to heaven.

Feeling that I had to break the spell before I completely melted between the sofa cushions, I reached for the buttons on his shirt, but he stopped me with a gentle grasp of his hand. Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me off the sofa and carried me into the bedroom like a groom carrying his new bride over the threshold. He laid me on the bed and finished undressing me. Then, as I watched in complete awe, he slowly removed his own clothes, giving me ample time to admire every feature of his physique.

Once we were both completely naked, he stood at the foot of the bed just staring at my naked body, worshipping it with his eyes. My body. He told me how beautiful I was and how lucky he was to have this opportunity to share this special moment with me. He bent over and kissed my toes before working his way up my legs to my crotch. He licked my perineum and then my balls and took each one in his mouth one at a time. He licked my cock again, but only once before he rested his body on top of mine, our dicks pressing against each other. Then, he kissed me again. And again. And again. He kissed me until I thought my cock would explode from the pressure.

Satisfied with his oral conquest, he knelt at my butt and lifted my legs up above his shoulders. He whispered sweet nothings as he rubbed his stiff rod against my eager rosebud, driving me absolutely insane. His spit on my hole and his cock provided all the lube we needed. Then, he entered me, slowly at first, and when he had completely penetrated my tunnel, he began to sway in and out, stopping just short of completely exiting and then re-entering to full measure. He continued this pace until I begged him to fuck me harder.

He picked up the pace, faster, harder, until he was pounding his manhood so far into me that I felt like we were one, and from the look on his face, he felt the same way. I never wanted it to end, but at the same time, I wanted to feel him explode, spilling his seed of life deep inside of me. And when he did, he collapsed on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. When he apologized for the pressure and attempted to roll over, I stopped him. I wanted his body to remain pressed against mine forever.

I knew it was just a one-night stand, but I wanted it to be a night that would stretch into eternity. I fully expected him to get up, get dressed, thank me for a good fuck, and be on his way, but he didn’t do that. He did roll off of me, but then he rolled back over and pulled me into his embrace, where I fell asleep. When I began to wake in the morning, still in something of a haze, I smiled at the dream I had just had. I knew that he would be gone once my eyes were finally open, but he wasn’t. He was still there, curled up against my body.

He woke up with morning wood, as had I, and before I could say a word, he apologized for falling asleep without satisfying my needs. I assured him that my needs had been more than adequately met, but he insisted on finishing the job, so he sucked me off.

I offered to make him some breakfast, but he said he had to get to work. When he left, I knew I would never see him again, but I cherished the hours we had spent together.

That night, as I was putting away the dishes from my dinner, my phone rang. “James? What…. How did you get my number?”

“I called Frank and got it from him,” he said.

“So, what can I do for you? Did you forget something? Leave something here?”

“Yes,” he said. “I left you. Can I come over?”

I was stunned, but of course I said yes. Within seconds, my doorbell rang. James was standing there, hanging up his phone.

We spent the rest of the evening talking and getting to know each other. It seemed like it was more than just a one-night stand. He was genuinely interested in me, and, of course, I was interested in him as well.

I knew it was just a passing thing, but 15 years have passed, and it’s still a thing. I am now 76, and at 52 he is just as dashing as ever.

Oh, my lord. Look at the time. Please excuse me as I have to go. The caterers will be arriving soon to set up for our monthly pool party. I told James that I really didn’t need a big fancy house in Paradise Valley, but he insisted. He said that he needed a place where he could entertain clients and business associates, but the fact is that we host our friends far more than his business contacts.

Oh, I know what you’re thinking: he was just after my money. But the fact is that he makes more money in a month than I ever did in a year, always has, even back when we first met. This beautiful home was, in fact, his wedding present to me.

I told him that we really didn’t need to hire caterers, that I was perfectly capable of managing our parties. “Yes, I know,” he said, “but you need to be focused on welcoming and entertaining our guests. It’s what you do so well—your concern for other people, especially the ones who might otherwise get overlooked. It’s what drew me to you in the first place. It’s what made me fall in love with you and the reason I love you more today than ever.”

Every night when he comes home from work, we discuss our day’s activities over dinner, maybe watch a little TV or read, and then he takes me to bed and makes love to me just the way he did that first time. When I shared with him that I do like a man to be a little aggressive sometimes, he said, “Well, we can fix that.” So now, he makes sweet love to me every night, and every morning before going off to work, he sucks me off and fucks me like a sailor on his first day of shore leave. I still can’t believe how lucky I am.