Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 07:07:18 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hot Pies and Size Queens part 12

Desert Lust


	The ad in the paper was offering a deal on three days and two nights in a
new desert resort at Palm Springs.  I'd heard a lot about the Springs, but
had never been there.  The three day weekend coming up would be just the
ticket to check it out.  The guy who answered when I called to make a
reservation, told me he was sorry, but they were booked solid, unless I
would like to take a bed and share the room with another single.
	"Gee. You do that?"  I'd never heard of a first class place, like this one
appeared to be doing anything like that before.
	"You are gay aren't you?"  He went on to explain that they always tried to
book every bed, and every single man who checked in was asked if he would
accept a share for a reduced rate.
	"Yes.  Go ahead and book me.  I'll make the best of it."
	"Everybody usually does," he chuckled, and told me his name again and said
he'd see me Friday.
	The place was gorgeous when I arrived, nestled into the flank of the
mountain, and the whole city of Palm Springs laid out below it.  "It must be
spectacular at night," I thought, handing my keys to the Valet, and my bag
to the young man with a smile and a Phillip Morris uniform in burgundy.
	Dave, the guy I'd spoken to over the phone was glad to see me, and after
I'd signed in, and he'd imprinted my credit card, he came around from behind
the desk and took my bag from the bellboy, and put his arm over my shoulder.
	"Let me introduce you to your roommate.  His name is Elvis, believe it or
not.  But, I think he likes to be called El.  I think you'll be pleased with
the pairing, but if you're not, just tell me, and I'll work something out.
No questions asked."  He stopped at a door that opened onto the pool patio,
that had several nude guys sunbathing and splashing in and around it.  He
tapped on the door, while I looked at the scenery.
	When the door opened, and I turned to meet my roommate, my jaw dropped.
Elvis was one gorgeous hunk, standing in the door with a smile, and not a
trace of a tanline.  My dick went hard in record time, and I wished I had my
bag, which Dave was carrying, to hide my condition.  My crossed hands had to
suffice.  Dave quickly introduced us, and left us to our own devices, he
chuckled, glancing at my tented pants.
	Elvis invited me in, and even offered me choice of beds.  I dropped my bag
on the one nearest the door, and sat down.  My cock was a rigid pole
supporting a circus tent, and I crossed my legs.
	"Looks like you have a slight problem there." Elvis smiled, and licked his
lips.
	"You blow too?"  I leaned back on my arms, and watched as he dropped to the
carpet, and pulled on my belt buckle and zipper at the same time.
	"We can't let you go out to the pool like that, it's way uncool."  He
gobbled my stiff rod, and soon had me pumping a load of jizz down his gullet
with force.
	"Oh man that was fine."  I looked at his bone, gone stiff while he was
sucking mine, and pulled him by the nutsack into my mouth.  He fucked my
face until he was on tiptoe and his legs were vibrating with the strain, and
flooded my mouth with his tasty spunk.  I swallowed and swallowed, and when
he finished, he patted my head.
	"That's number two."  He grinned.
	"Who was number one?"  I grinned.
	"Dave of course.  I always kick a weekend here off with one of his
blowjobs.  He's a master, but he doesn't blow everybody."
I finished stripping, and my pale body made Elvis look positively exotic.
We went out to the pool, and went for a swim.
	The guys in the pool, were all as good to look at as Elvis was, and it
wasn't long before both he and I were involved in a suggestive conversation
with two studs that kept putting their hands on us.  Finally one of the guys
suggested we retire to their room, and see what was on the closed circuit
TV.
	What was on, was a raunchy pair, having heavy sex.  One guy had a length of
chain hanging out of his asshole, and was slowly pulling it out, one link at
a time, while he hung on the most incredible dick any of us had ever seen.
Jock, and Tim, the two we were visiting, wasted no time getting on with it,
and as soon as Tim had my cock hard, he ran a rubber down my shaft, and
greased my pole and sat on it.  We watched the video, while Tim fucked
himself on my stiff boner and jerked himself off.  Elvis suited himself up,
and while Jock swallowed his buddy's cock, Elvis pumped him full of dick.
We all came pretty much in unison with the guys on the video.  Their cum
shots were nothing to what we experienced with real flesh and bones.
	Elvis wanted to go into the sauna after we finished with Jock and Tim, so I
trailed along with him.  I didn't quite understand why a place that was a
hundred and ten in the shade needed a sauna.  It didn't take long to figure
it out though, when we stepped into the steamy room, and were overwhelmed by
the scent of fucking and cum.  As my eyes adjusted to the dimness and the
steam, I could see guys all over the place, slicked with sweat and cum.
Dicks were going into butts everywhere, and every uninvolved cock was being
jacked.
	Elvis wrapped his rod in latex, provided by the bowl full, and stepped up
to a guy who was fucking another one on a bench.  He played with the guys
asshole with his dick head for a minute, and then when the guy spread his
cheeks, he plunged in and drove hard.  Seeing him fucking the guy who was
also fucking, made me hard again, so I suited up, and got behind Elvis.  I
let his humping ass do all the work, and soon was buried hip deep in his
horny tail.  He started gripping and squeezing my shaft with his assring,
and soon, I felt like I was being fucked by a master.  He'd squeeze, and
hump the guy he was fucking, sliding up my stiff shaft, then he'd relax the
muscle, and fuck back on my cock.
	The steam was making me delirious, and his heated gut was bringing me to
another eruption.  When I started to cum, he moaned, and I reached around
his hips, gripping his fucking shaft where it disappeared into the guy he
had down, and I felt his cum tube pulsing as he pumped another load out of
his nuts.  It was one hot scene, but I had to get out into the fresh air.
Elvis soon followed, and while we stood outside the sauna, blinded by the
bright desert sun, a sweet little piece of ass walked by and tweaked our
nipples and asked if we were busy.  We looked at each other and grinned.
	The air conditioned room, felt good after the heat of the sauna, and Luke,
our new friend said he wanted to try something he'd read about.  He sucked
us both hard, and rolled rubbers on our cocks, and asked us to lay on our
backs with our butt cheeks touching and pull our legs up on our chests. He
stood over us, on the bed, and gripped our hardons with his fingers
stretched to the limit, and proceeded to stuff us both up his asshole at the
same time.
	Luke did all the work, and Elvis and I just lay there, marveling at the
sensations we were feeling.  Luke was facing me the first time he shot off,
and ropes of his steamy cum splashed all over my legs and face.  When he
finished cumming, he twisted around on our cocks, and proceeded to fuck
himself to another blast, which he shot all over Elvis.  When he was
finished, he used his tongue to clean his cum off both of our bodies, and we
then all fell asleep in a heap, resting for the night's activities.
	And what Activities they were.  This resort is the best sex club I've ever
seen.  The guys are not snooty, and seem to be willing to try just about
anything.  I saw some light bondage scenes, and lots of regular fucking and
sucking.  I was told there was even a raunch group, but by the time I
stumbled dizzy into bed and fell asleep, I hadn't found which room it was
going on in.
	Sometime after I fell asleep, I felt Elvis come back to the room, and climb
into bed with me, snuggling his tasty little butt into my lap.  My wornout
pecker was too tired to respond, and El, was soon snoring like I was.  We
didn't stir a muscle until sometime after noon, and might not of then, if I
hadn't been dying to piss.  My pissboner wouldn't go down, and I stood at
the stool for a long time waiting.  Finally, Elvis stumbled into the toilet,
rubbing his eyes sleepily.
	"You need help with that?"  He grinned, his cheeks and the corners of his
mouth crusted with dried cum.
	"I gotta piss, and the fucker won't go soft."  I was moaning with the need.
  Elvis stepped in front of me and sat on the stool.  He took my rigid cock
in his mouth, and sucked another load out of me.  When my cock finally began
to soften, he held it, and when my piss stream began to boil out of me, he
directed the hot liquid over his chest and nipples and against his cock,
which began to gush piss in sympathy.  My yellow stream shining in the light
from the window and hanging in glittering droplets in the hair on his chest,
was a real turn on, and I got hard again as the flood came to a stop.  He
popped me into his throat, and soon had his reward.
	The weekend seemed endless, but all too soon, Sunday rolled around, and
with sadness, I packed my bag, and said goodbye to Elvis, and headed to
check out.  Dave was on duty, and smiled his big warming smile.
	"How was it?"
	"Fantastic!  I'm lucky I can still walk."  I handed him the key, and he
used the opportunity to hold onto my hand for a lingering moment.
	"Are you totally satisfied?"  My mind, kicked out what Elvis had said about
Dave's blowjobs.
	"Well, not totally, I guess."  His face lost his smile and he replaced it
with a look of concern.  "I think I've got one load left, and I couldn't
find anybody to take care of it for me."  His smile was back instantly, and
he stepped over to the entrance to the counter.  He lifted the counter
section, and crooked his finger at me.
	"Step in here young man.  I've got something to show you."  I followed,
dropping my bag behind the counter, and feeling my cock rising to the
occasion once more.  Dave ushered me into his small office behind the
counter, and closed the door.  He asked me to have a seat in his large
leather chair, and then he slowly undid my belt and zipper, pulling my pants
down around my knees.  His soft hand jacked my cock and his tongue lapped at
my balls.
	He sat up, and brought a hand to his mouth, and spit his false teeth into
his hand.  He grinned at me toothless, set his teeth on the desk, and sent
me to heaven fucking his toothless mouth on my hard dick.  He had my butt
raised off the seat like a levitating magician, and before I knew it, he had
a gush of cum sliming his throat larger than I thought possible given what
had gone on over the preceding days and nights.
	When he finished, he put his teeth back in, and his smile was in place
again.  He wished me a safe trip home, and told me he expected to see me
again soon.  He needn't worry about that, I'm already looking forward to my
next long weekend.

End