Summary: While working out in his downtown Phoenix high-rise, Jake notices Tyler, a new swimming instructor, guiding an older woman in the pool. After a brief conversation, Tyler accepts Jake’s invitation for a drink at his apartment. The visit quickly turns intimate as the two men connect physically. Tyler, who prefers older partners, initiates sex with Jake, who takes the lead. They continue into a second round, and afterward share a quiet moment together, discussing Tyler’s recent move and openness to something ongoing. Heading into the gym that overlooks one of the swimming pools in my high-rise downtown Phoenix building, I caught the best sight of the week. A guy I did not recognize was teaching an old lady how to swim in the shallow end. He wore gray trunks that hugged his trim toned body, completely smooth with lean muscles that flexed every time he guided her arms. I guessed he stood about my height, six feet, but less bulky than my build from years of lifting. Thick black hair with blond streaks stuck to his forehead from the water, and he had the nicest lips and face, full and soft looking. I worked out on the weights while watching him and barely kept my hard-on under control, shifting positions every few reps to hide the bulge in my shorts. Poolside Introduction When I finished my sets, sweat dripping down my back, I walked over to the poolside and wiped my face with a towel. “Hi, I’m Jake. I live here in the main tower. Haven’t seen you around. How’s it going?” He looked up from the water with a quick smile that made my stomach tighten. “Hey, I’m Tyler. I just started teaching here on weekends. Nice to meet you.” Tyler climbed out and dried off with a towel while we talked, rubbing it over his chest and arms in slow strokes that drew my eyes down. He said he taught PE at a nearby middle school and gave swimming lessons on weekends to make extra cash. I told him it was Saturday and he should come by my place for a drink once he was done. I was in 43C. He smiled and said yes right away, which surprised me since most guys played it cool at first. “It’ll take me about twenty minutes to clean up,” Tyler said, still drying his hair. “Same for me,” I answered, already feeling my pulse pick up at the thought of getting him alone. I went back to my place, took a quick shower that did nothing to cool the heat building in my gut, and put on a white T-shirt and gray jeans that sat low on my hips. The doorbell rang right after I got dressed. It was Tyler. He wore a sleeveless gray shirt and black track pants that outlined his legs. I shut the door and got straight to it, no small talk needed anymore. “Let me cut to the chase, Tyler. I find you really attractive and I have a thing for swimming instructors. You should know that.” My voice came out low and direct. “I’m flattered,” he said, eyes flicking over my chest. “I was watching you work out too. I like hot older guys and you do it for me.” His words landed hot and made my cock twitch against my jeans. I stepped up, took him by the arms, and pulled him in until we were face to face. He closed his eyes, so I kissed him hard. His lips were soft and firm at the same time. The kiss opened up fast and our tongues slid together, wet and hungry. We both got hard at the same time, pressing against each other through our clothes. We pulled off each other’s shirts, dropped our pants in a rush, and slipped a hand into each other’s boxers. I felt the warm thickness of his cock while he held mine, both of us stroking slow and testing the weight. “I need you to fuck me, daddy,” Tyler whispered in my ear, breath hot on my neck. I turned him around, bent him over the couch, and yanked down his boxers. His ass and crotch were shaved smooth, skin pale and tight. A plug sat in his hole, already lubed and shiny. I rolled on a condom with shaky hands, eased the plug out, and he gasped loud. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, pushing back a little. “Please fuck me.” My cock slid in easy, the head popping past his ring and the rest following in one smooth push. He was tight and slick around me, heat gripping every inch. I pushed in balls-deep in one steady thrust while he whimpered and begged, his voice breaking on my name. I held his hips and started pounding him, skin slapping loud in the quiet room. He reached down and jerked himself in time with my thrusts, hand moving fast on his own dick. “I need to cum so bad. Please don’t stop,” he gasped, voice ragged. I kept driving into him, each thrust deeper and harder. He stopped stroking and let my cock push him over the edge. His ass clenched tight around me, his back arched, and he came hard, legs shaking as he spilled on the floor. “Oh daddy, yes! Fuck yes!” Cum splattered in thick ropes while his body shook. Second Round on the Couch I kept going until he came again, his second orgasm hitting with a long moan, then I filled the condom deep inside him, pulsing hot. We dropped onto the couch, breathing hard, quiet for a few minutes as sweat cooled on our skin. Tyler hugged me and thanked me, his body still trembling a little. He said he’d just moved here for the new job, hadn’t had any luck dating, and had to break up with his last boyfriend who couldn’t move with him. I told him he was a great bottom and that I was open to more than just a quick fuck if he wanted it. He ran his hand over my stomach, kissed my chest, and licked my nipples slow and wet. I did the same back, tasting salt on his skin. He was already hard again, cock rising against my thigh. I dropped to my knees, spread his legs, and took his cock in my mouth. He was more relaxed this time, hips rolling gentle. His cock had a big head and a slight curve that fit perfect on my tongue. I stroked the shaft slow while I sucked the head, and soon a mix of spit and precum made everything slick and messy. He rested his hands on the back of my head and came in my mouth with a short, salty load, hips jerking. I showed him the cum on my tongue before I swallowed it down. “If you need to fuck me again,” he said, smiling at my fresh hard-on, “go ahead. I like having cock in me even when I’m soft.” I grabbed another condom and more lube, lifted his legs over my shoulders, and pushed back inside him. He lay back on the couch and took it while I fucked him steady and deep, the slick friction building slow. It took me longer this time, every thrust dragging a sigh from him. He stayed limp but kept sighing and looking up at me the whole time, eyes locked on mine. When I finally came again, he smiled like he’d won something, his body accepting every drop. We stayed like that until we both caught our breath, hearts slowing together.