His eyes roamed over the inhabitants of the room, particularly the two men conversing near the bar.  They all seemed so comfortable in here, all naked and not caring who saw who.  Not that Peter cared what the others thought of him or his body, but he wasn't used to displaying the goods so openly.  At school, he had more than one girl staring a hole through him, and it only made him grin.  An ego stroke to be sure which only served to reinforce his spoiled attitude.<br/><br/>Peter noticed the man with the cigar moving, standing up and the walking around the corner of the pool.  He was coming closer, and the boy hoped he wouldn't be on his way over to try and chat him up.  The boy had gotten the feeling that the sexuality of the men in here was not only more open than others but was on the bi and or gay side of the spectrum.  He hadn't given much thought to it, himself.  He'd fucked a girl or two, so sex in general was not a foreign concept.  It's just another man was quite foreign to him.<br/><br/>The man came closer, and his brown eyes lifted to meet the stubbled face of the older man.<br/><br/>"Yeah?" The boy said to the man with more than a hint of attitude.