I looked up from my book at the half naked man in front of me. What a sight, naked and covered in freckles! I coaxed him over and take his soft cock in my hands and knead it with interest. I sighed in contentment as I felt the flesh tighten and swell under my administrations. The stranger groans and entwines his fingers in my hair. The person on the deck chair next to me starts watching me and reaches for his cock..

There’s dozens of secret, gay pool parties all over South Beach. I know where and when they all are because I’ve been coming here for fifteen years, the same two weeks every summer. I send the kids off to summer camp, kiss the wife good-bye, shut off my work phone, then hop on a plane for my “work sabbatical”. Over the years, the family has gotten postcards from Prague, Rome, Sydney, Aruba, Jakarta… but it’s a carefully constructed farce. I’ve never left the US once. I come to South Beach every year for two weeks to have gay sex in excess. Yep. From the time I land to the morning I leave, it’s cock, dick, and balls from sun-up to sun-down.

I love men, but I also like success. In the white, homophobic world of New England investment banking everything you eat, sleep, and breathe is a career move, and that includes marriage. My kids are 8 and 9 now. They might figure out that daddy’s secret, but my wife is pretty dense. I love them, yes, but every year it gets just a bit harder to leave South Beach… and every year I debate just staying here, splitting custody, and getting to play with naked studs by the pool every damn day until I die. What a life!

I reach around to squeeze a firm handful of this stranger’s ass and take his erection into my mouth. I push up his Tropical Heat shirt and run my hand over his chest as I suck. I love the musky scent of an aroused man, I love the way the vein throbs against my tongue, I love the small noises they make when I tongue the tip of their cock…perfection. The air is hot, I’m sweating, everything smells like suntan lotion and chlorine. This is heaven. Not Connecticut, not banking. Maybe this is the year. Maybe. I give his balls a squeeze. Oh fuck yes, he’s already coming.