Samons felt old. His belly had grown despite his biking weekends and treadmill jogging. His greying hair reminded him that a man in his fifties showed signs of age.
He resorted to warmup pants because of their comfort. The tshirts he wore as a youth were his chosen comfort clothing as well.
Each morning he walked to the coffee shop and sat on their outdoor patio to welcome in the day. The early morning fog would lift like a curtain revealing the beach and walkway.
He'd read, eat and go back home to shower and put on the obligatory suit and tie that identified him as the Office Manager and the day of problems would come and go.
Evenings found him dining with equally aging friends, calls from his sisters or brothers. Replay of whatever sports events he had missed that day and a glass of wine. The bed welcomed him like a warm hand craddling his body for hours of dreams.
Sometimes life seemed like a habit. Othertimes it offered him challenges.
He'd drink scotch and listen to an old recording of "Is that all there is" and laugh at himself while thinking of the opportunities he missed or ignored over the years. Other times he'd remind himself he was in good health, financially secure and content.
But the breakfast mornings dangled like a carrot each morning. He enjoyed the walk, the cool air and the sight of the surfers that dressed roadside ignoring the eyes like his that welcomed the sight of bare skin, round buttocks and occasionally male glands.
He peered over his reading glasses watching them, enjoying their obvious love of life as they jogged to the surf and fell on their boards.
There were others who more openly watched. Usually they were other younger people, blatantly standing and watching the boys and sometimes girls in the water.
Those too were fun to sight and evaluate. As he sipped coffee and ate his eggs, Samons identified each one. There were young, probably honeymooning couples, wishfilled eyed young men, much younger kids looking forward to the years when they could be among the surfers, older women wondering what it would be like to be a cougar, older men wishing they had done what the boys were doing and occasional men recovering from whatever nighttime activities they had had.
Samons prided himself on identifying each, sometimes giving them names, many times enjoying the fantasies of nudity and sex with them and all the time relishing those that braved the early morning chill to be shirtless, wearing only shorts and flip flops.
His watch alarm would warn him when it neared time to walk back home and return to his daily regime.
"Hey what time is it dude?" the voice starteled him that morning, that special morning.
"Uh it's 8 o'clock" he muttered finally looking at the face of the questioner.
He was younger then Samons but not a kid. His smile was refreshing. His bare shoulders and chest were brown from the sun. His bare legs showed hair and his feet were tucked into a pair of topsiders.
"On vacation?" Samons asked only to be polite not really to start a conversation.
"Whole summer" came the reply "Sean" the hand appeared near Samons newspaper. He took it and looked up to see the man near his table now.
"Want some company?" he asked and sat down before Samons could reply.
"UH got to go to work in a few minutes" Samons truthfully replied "but sure"
Sean held his coffee cup and sipped from it. Their conversation were full of get acquainted type of questions and comments.
"I really have to go" Samons "sorry".
"Hey why not call in sick. We can spend the day together" Sean said "I like men like you"
Samons didn't know how to respond. He didn't want to be rude and he was flattered by the younger man's interest.
"You uh don't know me" he laughed.
"Well we can fix that" Sean put his hand on Samon's leg "I bet there's allot to know"
Headlines flashed across Samon's mind of home invasions, murders, discovered corpses.
"Maybe later when I get home we can have drinks or something" He said not really planning.
"Sorry I was being agressive. I thought I'd come here, meet someone have a summer fling and you know stuff like that...I guess fantasizing" Sean said
"And then you return to your wife and kids back home" Samons said as he looked over the bill left on the table.
"No not me, I'd go back to my job, like you probably, and wish I had done something else. You ever do that?" Sean leaned back and proped up his legs letting light illuminate up his shorts. Samons was sure he saw the man's dick and balls.
He wanted to lift the cloth and lick, suck and do what only his mind enjoyed for the years since he partied like others his age.
"Sure who doesn't? But I have a nice life, love living here, don't mind the job and I get to come home here" Samons said standing.
"Yes you're lucky. Well I'm around so if you ever want to take a day off, let me know. I think we could have some fun" Sean scratched his crotch which pulled the cloth up enough to reveal part of his dick.
Samons knew it was larger then earlier. Maybe, he thought, this guy just wanted a fling afterall. He hadn't had one since he became bold enough to contact a service on the internet.
The kid who showed up was a college student. He professed to liking older men and they had sex a couple of times. For awhile time and memories disappeared. The kid gave and took and they both seemed to enjoy themselves.
He gave two crumpled up fifty dollar bills to him before he left. The kid kissed him again. "Can I see you again? I mean not for uh this but it was fun with you." But the boy never came back.
"You coming?" Samons heard himself ask. Sean looked up and then jumped up.
The walk back to his house was more getting acquainted conversation. Sean outlined the places he had been, some talk of surfing and sailing. He even alluded to a couple of encounters with some surfers he had met.
Samons envied him the boldness. All the months he had lived there, he had never been brave enough to take that step, even when he exchanged pleasant talk with them in the various cafes in town.
"Nice place" Sean said.
Samons called the office and quietly said he wouldn't be in. He was prepared to offer reasons but instead his boss just said "ok."
"Wow that was easy" he said out loud and looked at his guest just as the man moved his head so close that there was nothing else to do but accept the kiss and kiss back.
"Nice" Sean said "I like men, not boys" he touched Samon's face.
The grey hair didn't matter. The years alone seemed like distant memories. The pot belly existed but relished by another. His trembling hands slid over the smooth skin and patch of chest hair Sean offered.
They savored the intimacy, hard penises each had, rising and lowering testicles, long legs and round buttocks. They rolled this way then that, listening for each other's signals of pleasure and desire.
"God its' been a long time" Samons said his arms holding Sean close to him.
"Tell me about it" Sean turned over and kissed the man's lips.
Samons smiled "But we have all day" he pet Sean's smooth chin.
"Maybe longer if you want" Sean knew what Samons didn't know yet.
Sally smiled seeing Samons arrive. Beside him was a handsome younger man dressed in blue suit.
She ran to hug and kiss her brother welcoming him to the reunion she organized.
"Hi Sys this is Sean, my partner. I guess that tells you something about me you didn't know" he smiled.
Sally kissed Sean's cheek.
"Oh you silly, we all knew years ago, everybody knew"