Stewart wore a pair of red speedos (stitching down the middle of his bum crack) and was a keen swimmer so looked great with his swimmer build. Ben, Pe...te and myself all wore traditional black Endurance Speedos, mine with the drawstrings neatly crossed outside of my speedos (don’t particularly like tucking them inside).Some of the lads were quickly in the pool, fortunately there were no neighbours out in the pool area so we had the space to ourselves. Some of the lads were just keen to sit. I dropped to my knees and put my mouth close to it. I licked it under the head and then rolled my tongue around the head. I could hear the guy groan with pleasure as I slid my lips down to the bottom.Then I bobbed up and down on it for what seemed like a couple of minutes. With each stroke, I realized more and more that I loved doing this. Maybe it was penis envy, (something more than my pecker) maybe I realized I was gay, I wanted to finish this guy off, but he pulled out and walked out of his. I remembered him as fairly cute and when I looked at my old yearbook, yes, he was cute in a kind of skinny, nerdy way.Anyway, we agreed to meet for a drink after work and, yes, I can report, he's pretty nice looking, nicer than when we were eighteen, and fun to be around. For the first time in a long time, I was feeling pretty pleased with life.So, it wasn't too long until Neal was spending the night. I just couldn't get enough of him. We did it twice, usually, before we turned the lights out,. "She looked at Dr. Green, then back at me. "It started last week."***Dennis was waiting for me at the park bench like I had requested. I didn't know how involved he was in this, and knew I was taking a chance by going to him first. Just in case I was wrong, Dr. Green was watching from her car to make sure someone knew what was going on. As I walked toward him he stood, but not with the former vigor he once had. It was clear his wife's death was still on his mind."Hello Dennis," I greeted him.