There weren't any signs of anyone else at the pool except for a maintenance man about to check the chlorine level and a room service attendant periodically passing by. I became curious, as to why, of all the tables surrounding the pool, this man picked the one he did. I was reading when he arrived, so I didn't see which path he took from his room (assuming he was staying at the hotel). I hadn't recognized him at the resort before and I knew the managers, so the thought of him working there was ruled out. I thought if he was "straight," with all the tables to choose from, he wouldn't have actually made an effort to walk over to a table near me and position himself like he was. I was perplexed by the thought of which path he took to the pool area, as if it was the most important element for my logic of his sexual preference. I finally came to the conclusion, but was still basically wishing, that he found a chair, not too far away, but not too close either, so he could have the kind of view that might not invade my privacy, but in proximity that could pass along the idea, in case I was perceptive, that he was interested in me and by positioning so, cleverly, non-verbally in front of me, so I could see him. I ended up concluding that most straight men in America with girth today, don't wear brief type swim suits anyway. He had to be gay. We were going to meet (intuitively speaking). My heart started to pound.
About 45 minutes passed and I must have looked at his crotch a hundred times. Our eyes haven't actually met yet for more than a split second, so now I began to have second thoughts. My wildest dream of having sex with this guy was sinking fast. I started doubting my judgment and became frustrated that I was just wasting my valuable studying time with this effort of him. The conclusion about the choice of the chair and of his sexual preference was now beginning to smell like just coincidence. I had to get back to concentrating on my studies. I thought if there was something bound to happen between this beautiful guy and I, it would have happened awhile ago. We hadn't even caught each other with a wink or smile. I decided to wait just a few more minutes before going on about my business though, because I felt I still needed to be a bit more patient. I thought maybe this might be his first time "meeting a guy" and he was just shy.
I began to fantasize once again about being with him in a bedroom and continued to look at his crotch whenever I could. I wasn't in any position to be able to lay back in the chair, jump in the pool or go ask for more coffee, as it was just best to sit, cross my legs, study and remain put. It was evident I wasn't going to get nearly as much studying done now as I thought I was earlier, but at the moment I didn't care. I didn't think I would be this close in meeting another man like this in a long time. I decided if it was necessary, I could stay up late like other students do and study all night. This drive of mine was like a dog in heat or something. Persistent. I had to meet this husky, stocky, chubby or burly older man (like I cared about specifics), or at least smile at him and see if he would like to meet. Be a man, Greg!
As I became restless, I noticed him put his book down, get up, take his cap off and jump into the pool. He was even more attractive now than before. Full of life. At first glance, I could only see the hair on the outside of his cap. It was trimmed and groomed nicely, so there wasn't any surprise to my imagination of his head now. His salt and pepper hair was cut like a Sergeant does in the Air Force, but I thought it looked good on him. More graying on the sides than the top. Not too short, just right!
His body was a work of art. His belly was firm, but it appeared to have maybe been filled more than once with a few beers. The curves were perfect for me. He looked similar to a guy I noticed at a "burly site" on the Internet (it was just my imagination of course). He had a hairy chest, mixed brown and graying hair. More hair on his chest and belly than anywhere else on his body. I thought maybe he was of German or Austrian descent, but then again he could have had some ancestors from Greece, Italy or even Russia for all I knew or cared. He was perfect for me.
I admired him in the water. He swam effortlessly back and forth in his short, white briefs that I was hoping would fall down just a bit to see part of his rear. He stopped abruptly and stood up in about 5 feet of water and while wiping the water in his eyes, caught my eyes watching him. He acknowledged me, shook his head up and down and then, "hi, how are you today?" he said softly. "The water's great. Have you been in yet?" he added.
"No, I haven't...been trying to study for an exam," I said obviously lying, like I was trying to put emphasis in the book rather than in him.
"Well, we all need to relax a bit and take things slow," he said. "I have found, if you try not to do everything at once, especially studying, you'll do a lot better in the long run and accomplish more."
"I see, well I guess I should take a plunge," I said nervously, hoping my erection has gone down.
As I got up, the bulge in my shorts hadn't quite disappeared, but it wasn't at a stage where I should have been embarrassed either. I noticed him glance down to the area where my crotch was when I got up out of my chair, so I thought there was yet a good chance we were going to get acquainted. I jumped in the water, splashed around just a bit as if it was cold, stopped a few feet near this handsome devil and began to engage in a conversation that I hoped would eventually carry on up in his room.
"My name is Greg," I said.
"Nice to meet you, Ted here," he said while noticeably under the water adjusting his trunks.
"Where are you from Ted?"
"Have you heard of Colorado Springs, near Denver" he said.
"Yes, I actually have. I lived in Colorado for a year or so a long time ago. Near a small college in Greeley, I think about an hour away from Denver. A cow (farming) town...boy, did it smell there," I said with a smile.
"Ya, it does get pretty bad there sometimes," he said anxiously wanting to change the subject.
"What brings you to this desert town?" I asked after a slight pause in our chat.
"Oh, work...I'm driving through on my way to LA for a convention Monday." Using the car, but my three girls are going to meet me there in a few days for a trip to Disneyland. They've never been there before."
"Ah, and your wife...is she with you now or coming with the kids?" I asked hoping for some relief to my doubt now about his being gay and attraction toward me.
"No, I'm divorced...I'm just taking the girls there while they're young enough to enjoy it with there ol' Dad."
"Ah, I see...how old are they?" I said showing sincere interest in his children.
"The youngest is 13, Kathy is 15 and Bonnie is about to graduate from High School, she's 17." he said ever so proudly. "How about you, Greg? Got a wife? Girlfriend?" he said very curiously.
"Oh, no." I said with a chuckle. "Hardly...I don't really have any time with my studies and all. I work full-time, here at this hotel...as a waiter."
"Really?" Ted said. "Are you working today?"
"I'm not scheduled until 4, but I thought I'd sit out by the pool and study for a few hours before I have to work. My boss allows us to use the pool here if we don't bother anyone"
"Sounds like a nice reward if you behave, huh?" he said with a smile.
After awhile of chit-chatting about school, sports, music, food, etc...without ever mentioning women again, an hour had passed. We both stayed in the water the entire time, always covering our shorts as of though we were hiding hard-ons from the general public and each other.
"You hungry, Greg?" he said. "Thought maybe you'd like to have lunch with me."
"Lunch sounds wonderful, sure." I didn't really bring any other clothes though, other than my sweat pants. If you don't mind, I can go home, come back and we can go somewhere then?"
"I've got a better idea," he said heartwarmingly. "Why don't we just finish up here by the pool, then order room service upstairs when you're ready, is that okay with you? My Rockies (referring to the professional baseball team, Colorado Rockies) are about to start on TV anyway."
"Sure," I said with a smile. Now, it was beginning to feel like something was happening.
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