Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2002 18:51:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Orrin Rush <orrinrush@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Lifeguard 54
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. If you are
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Copyright c 2001 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.
Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of the characters
to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence and not
intended. They are all products of the author's imagination.
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THE LIFEGUARD
Chapter 54
Eric had set the alarm. The "cousins" had taken the "Red
Eye" from Chicago and would arrive at 8:00 AM, our time.
He went to the airport alone to meet them, Sam and Jacques
following in a pickup to collect their luggage.
I could hear them the minute the door from the garage opened,
laughter, and loud voices. They tumbled rather than walked
into the den, all smiles.
Eric introduced me to each one. Some solemnly shook hands,
others gave me a hug. I admitted that I was lousy at
remembering names, and would take a while before I could get
them right. "Don, Paul, Alan, Dirk, Jason and Tim," I
repeated in my mind.
"No problem," Don, the oldest, said. "Just say 'hey you' and
point, we're used to that."
Nobody had to tell them to "make themselves at home". In
minutes they were sprawled all around the den. It was also
clear that Don was the accepted spokesman for the group.
"Any of you guys old enough to drink?" Eric teased.
Several hands shot up, and one of the others said, "No, but
I've got a good ID."
"You have a beautiful home, Mr. Rush," Alan, I believe, said.
"It's OUR home," I said. "Eric's and mine, and let's get one
thing straight right now. I may be the 'old fart' around
here, but I'm Dave. None of this MR. bullshit allowed."
"OK, Dave," he smiled, "but it's still a beautiful home."
"We like it," Eric said as he passed out drinks then sat down
beside me. "Here's to fun," Eric said, raising his drink.
There was silence for a couple of minutes. I was getting
ready to say something to get conversation going when Don
spoke up. "We all know that you guys're gay," he said. "We
heard about it before you came to Chicago."
He thought for a minute then continued. "Maybe there's
something you should know about us. Out of nine of us
'cousins', six of us are gay or at least bi, two are
definitely straight, and one is too young to have figured it
out yet. I'd guess that you'd call us MORE than 'kissin'
cousins'."
Eric gave me a grin and a wink. "We already knew that," he
said. "Are you the six gay ones?"
"Yep, that's us," Tim, I believe, said. "How'd you know?"
"We picked-up on it at the Reunion," Eric said. "How'd you
guys pick up on each other?"
"I'm the oldest by a couple of years," Don said. "I figured
out which way I was going pretty early, then Alan 'seduced'
me, and it's been like a chain reaction ever since."
"You mean...with each other?" Eric asked.
"Exclusively," Alan piped up. "That's the safest way, and
with five willing partners always available, we have plenty
of variety just amongst ourselves."
"Well, I'll be damned!" I exclaimed.
"Does the 'incest' part bother you guys?" Don asked.
"Not me," I said.
"Not me either," Eric said. "I think it's cool. By the way,
Dave and I are totally monagamous. We don't play around with
ANYBODY."
"Aw damn," Jason, I think, said. "I was hoping to get it on
with Dave. We're all family, you know, and he's so fucking
hot!"
"Doesn't matter," I laughed. "Eric's about all I can handle."
"Is it warm enough to go swimming?" one of them asked.
"The pool's heated and the windbreaks are up," Eric told
them. "Dave and I swim almost every day."
About that time, Jacques showed up and wanted to know what
luggage went where. The boys jumped up to take care of it.
"Guess there won't be a problem with two to a bed," Eric
chuckled.
They got their bags put away and began filtering back into
the den, in Speedos. This was even better than the "good old
days" of Annie's pool parties for the Lifeguards. Bodies, oh
my God! Baskets? Well, let's just say that they were fucking
spectacular. Eric wasn't the only one in the family that was
well endowed!
They were all anxious to get outside, but when they were all
congregated, Eric spoke up. "Here's the drill, fellas. This
is a fairly large household. Dave's two daughters live with
us, and we have a big household staff. Everybody knows about
'us', but we don't rub their noses in it. Only the staff'll
be around most of this week, and Sundays are 'our' day when
nobody is around. Just a little discretion is all we ask."
They all agreed to behave. Yeah, I'll bet!
He pointed them toward the pool, but they demanded that we
join them. We agreed, and went to change.
"From the way your eyeballs were hanging out, I think I'd
better wear Speedos too," Eric said. "This is just too
damned much competition!"
"This I want to see," I told him, waving my half hard dick at
him while he was struggling to get into his Speedos.
"You're not making it any easier," he laughed.
Eric moaned and groaned and finally got himself stuffed in.
I did NOT wear Speedos. It wouldn't be safe.
"Forget the competition," I told him, looking at his huge
dick wrapped around his hip. "This is all I want," I said,
kissing him and stroking his dick through his suit.
"You asshole," he laughed. "Now, I'm going to be in severe
pain!"
Eric and I each picked up an armload of beach towels on our
way out. I spread one on a lounge and stretched out. Eric
jumped in the pool with the rest.
They weren't swimming but playing just like a bunch of kids
with a lot of underwater grab-assing going on. Then, they
all ganged up on Eric. His speedos came sailing out to land
with a splat on the deck. He may have been outnumbered, but
other suits came flying out too.
"Aren't you going to help me?" Eric yelled.
I knew what'd happen, but what the hell. I dove in, aiming
for one of the guys who still wore a suit, and with the
momentum of my dive, grabbed the suit, upended him, and
yanked it over his feet.
When I surfaced, they were all over me. I didn't stand a
chance, and my suit joined the others on the deck. My suit
off, the groping and stroking began. I looked at Eric who
was standing there grinning. "Help me, dammit," I yelled at
him.
"You just sat there and watched me get molested," he
chuckled. "Take care of yourself!"
With all the attention it was getting, my dick naturally
responded. One of them got in front of me, reached around to
aim it and tried to impale himself. "C'mon, Dave, just
once," he pleaded.
I pushed him away but he was persistent and some of the
others were now helping. "Whoa!" I heard Eric bark, which got
everybody's attention. "I guess we didn't make things clear
enough." He was dead serious. "Playing around is fine, but
Dave's dick belongs to ME. Don't any of you ever forget it!
Another thing," he continued, "NOBODY around here is ever
forced into anything," he paused. "Now, let's have fun."
Paul, the one who'd tried to impale himself came over to
apologise. "Sorry, I just got carried away. It won't happen
again I assure you," he said. "I can understand Eric's
wanting to keep this beautiful piece of meat all to himself,"
he giggled, giving me a couple of quick strokes with his hand.
"No problem," I told him, grinning. "I'm flattered, but you
have to understand that Eric and I are off limits."
"We'll all respect that," Don said.
- - - - -
The boys took an afternoon nap, giving Eric and me a chance
to plan. "Want to have a New Years' Eve party?" Eric asked.
"It's about all we can do," I agreed. "The only 'gay' thing
happening in this town is at the bars, and since Tim's
underage, that'd be a problem."
"So's Spence," Eric said. "I worry about him being alone.
I think most of our friends are stay-at-homes like we are,
and would welcome a chance to party. Let me get on the phone
later and see."
"Annie and Hans are going to Las Vegas, and Rick is taking
Tina to something here in town, so we don't have to worry
about them," I said.
"We'll keep it simple," he said. "Just booze and music and
another midnight supper. We can dance out on the deck."
"Sounds good to me," I told him. "How about the rest of the
time?"
Eric already had plans for that - Disneyland, Universal
Studios, Magic Mountain and a day or two at the beach. He
suggested that we stay home on Sunday so the boys could
frolic without any restraints and invite some of the gang
over for a pool party.
While we were talking, the kids came in. Eric warned them.
"Yes, it turns out that all of them are gay."
"If they all look like you," Rick said, "this town'll never
be the same!"
This got everybody laughing. Rick was loosening up, I was
happy to see. He'd need a sense of humor around this family
he was joining.
Eric went to make calls and the rest scattered, except Annie.
"Hans has invited me to come to Germany," she said, "to meet
his family."
"Are you going?" I asked.
"Of course," she giggled.
"You like him a lot, don't you?
"I'll admit it to you," she said, "I'm head over heels in
love with him."
"Really? I hadn't noticed," I kidded her. "From the way he
looks at you, I'd say he's pretty far gone himself."
"If I pass muster, I think he might ask me to marry him.
Would you approve?"
"Most definitely," I told her. "Don't worry about 'passing
muster', he's damned lucky to catch YOU."
"What happens if we decide to announce our engagement over
there?" she asked.
"The rest of us'll be there in a heartbeat, if you want us."
"Oh, I'll want you there, that's for sure!"
- - - - -
We all had dinner together. The cousins were perfect
gentlemen.
The girls and their guys took off after dinner. I didn't
know if they actually had something planned, or if they were
just giving us "space".
The cousins didn't want to go anyplace, and were soon
sprawled all over the den. I was getting more comfortable
around them and could even remember their names.
"Man, your daughters sure have good taste in men," Dirk
commented. "That Rick is a real cutie and Hans, WOW!"
"I'm not surprised, those are two beautiful girls," Jason
said, the rest nodding in agreement.
"Just remember that those guys are straight. Look but don't
touch," Eric reminded them. "Seems to me you guys've got
enough to play with just among yourselves."
"We do," Paul said, "but a little fresh meat is kinda nice."
"Did you really mean it when you said that you only play
around with each other?" Eric asked.
"Mostly," Alan said. "We date other guys, and sometimes go a
little further than that, but we've all agreed to play it
absolutely safe if we do."
"That's smart in any case," Eric said.
"It's just too damned dangerous," Don said. "If one of us
picks up something, the rest of us would get it too."
"How'd you guys handle it when you got together?" Jason asked.
"We'd both been in a 'dry spell', and we'd both been tested,
so we didn't worry about it," Eric told them.
"I find that hard to believe," Paul said. "I just can't see
either one of you having a 'dry spell'. All you'd have to do
is wave those dicks and ten guys would be on 'em before you
could let go!"
Eric tried to change the subject. "What would you guys like
to do while you're here?" he asked.
"Fuck our brains out," Tim piped up.
"Other than that?" Eric asked, "give it a rest, Tim."
"But we don't have that opportunity at home," Tim whined.
Eric ignored him, telling them about what he'd tentatively
planned.
When a schedule had been agreed on, Eric told them about the
New Year's Eve party he was planning. I noticed that he
didn't mention a "pool party" on Sunday. I guess he was
having second thoughts about turning this bunch of horny guys
loose.
Somebody suggested that we watch a movie. Alan helped Eric
pick one out, an action flick. The boys were sprawled all
over the den on pillows, Eric and I snuggled on the couch.
I wasn't particularly interested in the movie, but at least
it was keeping everyone else busy. The boys' exuberance
didn't bother me. Hell they were just a bunch of playful,
horny young studs who were experiencing, probably for the
first time, the freedom to be themselves.
Following the example that Eric and I were setting, they
paired up and snuggled. Eric was lying behind me on the
couch with me spooned into him, his arm over me.
The guys on the floor scooted around, pairing up in similar
positions. Before long, it went a step further with hands
dissapearing down the fronts of shorts and butts were pushed
tighter into the crotches behind them.
That soon became uncomfortable and zippers went down and
dicks came out into the open. The guys lying behind slid
their shorts down too, then resumed the spoon position,
reaching over to play with the goodies in front of them.
Eric evidently hadn't been watching the movie either. I felt
the hardness behind me and he whispered in my ear "Wanna get
comfortable?" I nodded, so he unzipped my shorts, and as I
raised up, he pulled them down to my knees.
I turned around and told him "Your turn." He slid his shorts
down and we got comfortable again, his hard dick rubbing my
butt and my dick in his hand.
During all this repositioning, not a word had been said. It
all seemed like the natural thing to be doing.
Lying there watching three beautiful dicks get stroked was an
incredible turn on. Thankfully, Eric was stroking me very
slowly and lightly. They were all beautiful cocks, long and
straight, and obviously hard as rocks. The ones I could see
were in the seven inch range, I'd guess, all a nice mouthful.
When I saw Don, who was behind Tim, putting spit on his
fingers and transferring it to his dick, I decided it was
time to help. I was also getting too damned close. I
disentangled myself from Eric, stood up, dropped my shorts
entirely and went into our bedroom.
I came back with a stack of towels and several bottles of
lube. I handed a bottle of lube to Don. "Felt sorry for
Tim," I chuckled, putting the rest of the supplies in easy
reach for everyone.
"Here, big boy," I grinned at Eric, holding out a bottle of
lube. "How you want it?"
"Just like we were," he said, grinning and taking the bottle.
I'd lost my hardon. Eric certainly hadn't, but I hadn't had
the visual stimulation he was enjoying. I snuggled up to him
as before, his hand was back on my dick in seconds, my butt
rubbing against him.
Looking around, Don lubed up and gently slid back into Tim
from behind, Tim moaning as Don went in. Paul and Jason had
moved into a side-by-side 69 position as had Alan and Dirk.
Nobody appeared to be in a rush. It was a case of men
enjoying the pleasures that other men could provide.
"Let's get on the floor," Eric whispered. When we got up, I
took Eric in my arms for a long, passionate kiss. When we
got weak in the knees, we settled down on the carpet away
from the others. He was on top of me, our dicks rubbing
together slowly. "You ready?" he asked. I nodded.
He rolled off and lubed up his hand. His fingers gently
loosened me, going a little deeper than usual, hitting my
prostate. I twitched and moaned when he did that. I was
more than ready!
I spread my legs, he got into position and slid all the way
in. I couldn't help but gasp at the unbelievable sensations.
He held up his lube-covered hand, silently asking if I wanted
him to stroke me. I shook my head. My dick, standing up
between us was already drooling.
I believe that the way Eric was fucking me is called "Long
Dicking". He was holding me up by the hips, bending me
backward a little and sliding all the way in, deeper than I'd
ever felt. He'd bottom out, grind into me then smoothly pull
all the way out until just the head was inside. The smooth
downward stroke made me gasp every time. Looking at his
face, I could tell he was enjoying those long strokes as much
as I was.
I basked in the pleasure, building slowly. It felt so good
that I certainly wasn't in a hurry for it to end.
The moans and cries of orgasm didn't distract us. We were
totally concentrated on what WE were doing.
We built, and built, and built. I could tell he was close
and pulled him down on me, holding him to me, his lips on
mine. He started humping with short strokes just like a
bunny rabbit and it swept over us. I felt him still stroking
hard, literally pumping the cum out of my spurting dick. It
went on and on, with him slowing and eventually settling on
top of me, both of us still twitching as the aftershocks hit.
After another five-minute kiss and a lot of sighs, we rolled
apart. Six pairs of eyes were trained on us.
"Now that's the way you're supposed to fuck!" Alan said.
"We weren't 'fucking'," Eric said calmly, "we were making
love."
"How come none of us ever cum like that?" Tim asked. "Hell,
you guys were cumming hard for at least a couple of minutes.
All we ever last is a few seconds."
I was still too out of it to answer. "It's a lot more than
the physical stimulation," Eric told them, "it's the caring
that we have for each other. Not bragging, but that was a
short one, sometimes it lasts much longer, and on occasion we
both have multiples."
"I can see why neither one of you is interested in anybody
else," Jason commented.
"It gets better and better, too," I said, finally able to
speak.
"Really?" Dirk asked. "I thought it'd get boring."
"Not on your life!" Eric said. "When Dave told me that'd
happen, I didn't believe him either, but I sure learned
differently."
"You always on top Eric?" Paul asked.
"Hell no," Eric answered. "Maybe half the time. That's not
all we do, either."
"Then you must jack each other a lot," Paul continued.
"Nobody could swallow that whopper you've got."
"Dave can," Eric said innocently.
"Now that's something I'd really like to see!"
"I'm beginning to feel like we're putting on a freak show," I
said to Eric, chuckling.
"Don't EVER feel that way," Don said. "We're just finding
out how little we know."
- - - - -
The troops went to Disneyland the next day. I didn't want to
go. At this time of year, the crowds would be unbelievable.
They stayed for the fireworks, so didn't get home until
late. I was on my usual perch in the den when they roared
in. This being their first trip to Disneyland, they were all
excited about everything they'd seen and done.
When they'd settled down, Tim, the horniest little shit I'd
ever seen, suggested we "watch a movie" again, leering at
everybody.
"Not me," Eric said. "That floor's too damned hard. I'm
ready for a nice soft bed!"
"Me too," I chimed in. "My back still hurts, but you guys
can do anything you want."
"Have fun?" I asked while we were undressing.
"I've seen enough of Disneyland to last me the next five
years," he chuckled. "I think we did every ride at least six
times even though the lines were unbelievable."
"That's why I didn't go," I told him.
"By the way, the guys think you're the neatest guy they've
ever met."
"Any particular reason?"
"You're so easygoing, and the fact that you were willing to
join in the fun and games last night."
"I'll have to admit, it was pretty hot. First time we've
ever made love in the den, and, having an audience was, in a
way, kind of hot too."
"From what they told me today, they don't have many chances
to do that at home. It's hard to believe, but they swear
that their families don't have a clue of what's going on."
"Hard to believe is right," I said. "Maybe it's just that
nobody's saying anything."
Eric snuggled up to me, his dick totally soft. "You too?" I
said, wiggling my butt against it.
"Yeah, they wore me out today."
When I woke in the morning, my piss hardon was stuck between
Eric's legs, my arm draped over his shoulder. Or so I
thought.
As the fog cleared, I realized something was wrong. "Eric"
was on the wrong side of the bed, and an arm was over my
shoulder and a hard dick was poking my butt.
The arm over my shoulder moved up and tweaked my nipple.
Carefully, I turned my head and saw Eric's blue eyes shining
and a big grin on his face. Another mop of blond hair was
behind him. He winked at me and I turned back. I felt him
move his dick down so it'd slide between my legs and then he
started rocking back and forth, pushing my dick back and
forth between the legs in front of me.
"Just a little higher, honey," Eric mumbled.
"You too, honey, just a little higher," the body in front of
me said, then burst out in a fit of giggles.
Somehow, we got untangled without breaking off any dicks.
Dirk, in front of me was still giggling and Alan behind Eric
started giggling too.
"Nice try, guys," Eric said, laughing.
"We got cold," Dirk said in a little boy voice that got us
all laughing.
"You may sound like a little boy, but this doesn't FEEL like
a little boy to me," I said, reaching over and grabbing what
had to be an eight incher.
- - - - -
It was overcast and cool, not a good day for the beach as
planned. The boys also decided to forego any more amusement
parks. Eric let out a major sigh of relief.
The problem now was what to do with these six energetic guys
for the day. Eric and I wandered off by ourselves to talk it
over. "If we just sit around, it'll become an all-day
fuckfest," Eric laughed.
"It's not really that cool, and it doesn't look like rain," I
said, "Got any ideas?"
"Is it whale season?"
"I think it is, that'd be a good idea, keep 'em occupied."
"You want to come along?" he asked.
"Nah, I've done it a hundred times. I'll stay home and get
my batteries recharged," I grinned at him.
Eric made a quick call then we joined the boys in the kitchen
where they were finishing breakfast and talking to Hans.
"No beach today, guys," Eric told them. "I've got another
idea though. Have any of you ever seen a whale up close and
personal?"
"Nope," Don said and the rest, including Hans shook their
heads.
"The Gray Whales are migrating down the coast to their
calving grounds in Mexico. We've got excursion boats here
that go out so you can get a real close look at them, wanna
go?" Eric asked. "You too, Hans."
All the cousins were eager to go. So was Hans, who went to
get permission from Annie. While he was gone, Eric reminded
the others "Remember, look but don't touch. He's STRAIGHT."
After they'd all gone, Annie came into the den where I was
reading. "Tell Eric thanks for me," she said. "I love Hans
to death, but we've been together constantly for more than
two weeks. We both needed a break."
"Do you trust him alone with all those wildmen?" I chuckled.
"No problem, I feel VERY secure," she laughed. "I'm happy,
though, that he gets along so well with all of us, you, Eric
and all your friends included. I haven't got anything to
worry about."
- - - - -
Sitting there, I got to thinking about what we'd do if this
weather continued. Since we hadn't watched the news lately,
I had no idea what the forecast was, so got on the internet
to find out. Bad news. The high overcast would be around for
two more days, then clear up.
After the Whale Watching, there wasn't much else to do around
here, so I checked out the weather in Palm Springs. 80's and
clear. Bingo!
I called Dan. When I told him I needed accomodations at a
gay resort for eight, he wanted to know if we'd collected a
"harem".
"No," I chuckled. "Six of Eric's cousins are visiting us."
"You're going to take them to a gay resort?" he asked in mock
horror.
"Hell, they're all as queer as we are," I laughed. "And a
helluva lot hornier."
"If they look anything like Eric, I wanna meet 'em," he
chuckled.
"They do," I told him. "Come to our New Years' party and
your eyes'll fall out."
"You bet your ass I'll be there. I'm single again and on the
prowl."
"What happened to Ted?"
"It took me a while to realize it, but all he wanted was for
me to support him. I don't care to be 'used' any longer."
"Been there, done that," I told him. "Don't let it get to
you like I did."
He promised he wouldn't, and got back to business, promising
that he'd see what was available in Palm Springs and get back
to me.
He was apologetic when he called back. It was the holiday
season and the only thing he could find at a "nice" resort,
as he put it, were two rooms. Each had two king-size beds,
so they would hold all of us.
I had Dan go ahead and book them and request early check-in.
He would also get us a van so we could get around. He also
suggested that we take along a case of rubbers.
I called the General. The GV was available, and Ron and
Jason were on call. I called them too to let them know what
was going on.
- - - - -
When the boys got home, they were still excited. They'd seen
several whales and were in awe of how huge they were and how
close they'd gotten to them. The words "way cool", "awesome"
and "super rad" were used a lot. Hans was as excited as the
rest and thanked Eric profusely for asking him along.
As soon as I could, I got Eric alone to tell him about what
I'd planned. I wanted his approval before I mentioned it to
anyone else. That wasn't a problem, in fact, he was wildly
enthusiastic. "I've heard about those places, but I've never
been to one," he said. "Think you and I can have a little
'fun' too?"
"I'm planning on it," I told him.
Hans was gone when we got back to the den. "Listen up, guys,
Dave's got something to tell you," Eric told them.
I waited until I had their attention. "I checked the weather
forecast this afternoon. It looks like we're going to have a
few more days of this crappy stuff." There were moans and
groans. "I know you all came for sunshine, and I'm sorry
about this, but I have an idea. Let's go where there is
some. It's clear and in the 80's in Palm Springs. We're
leaving in the morning if you want to go."
There was no question about their desire to go.
Eric took over and told them where we would be staying and
all of the "opportunities" that would probably be available.
Now, they weren't just eager to go, they wanted to leave
right then!
"How long a drive is it?" Paul wanted to know.
"We're flying," I told him. "It should take about 45 minutes
to get there. Let's try to be ready to leave here around
nine in the morning."
"What time does our flight leave?" Jason asked.
"When we get there," Eric said and changed the subject to the
clothes they'd need to take.
- - - - -
We were all loaded up and on our way early. I saw a few
strange looks as we sped right on past the Terminal off ramp
and onto another further down. Eric went through the guarded
gate and right onto the tarmac and pulled up in front of our
hangar. The General was there to meet us, Ron and Jason were
standing by the open door of the Gulfstream sitting on the
apron.
"Grab your bags," Eric said as he jumped out.
We took our stuff over to the plane and the pilots loaded it.
As we were going aboard, I heard one of the guys ask Eric if
this was a "charter". "Nope," he answered, "belongs to Dave."
Both Eric and Jason had big grins. No telling what they'd do.
When we were all settled and moving down the runway, Ron came
on the intercom and in a very authoritative voice started
speaking. "This is your Captain speaking. Our flight time
to Palm Springs will be approximately 40 minutes. That is
adequate time for you to join the 'Five Mile High Club'. If
you don't know what that is, figure it out. It's not an
opportunity afforded on most flights, so I suggest that you
take advantage of it."
The boys were wide eyed, looking at one another.
Ron continued. "I recommend use of the oral cavity only,
with lots of tongue action, and that you swallow fast. No
mess that way.
"We've been cleared for takeoff," he continued very
seriously, "strap your asses in your seats and get your dicks
hard. Enjoy your flight."
With that, we shot down the runway and into an almost
vertical climb. Eric was grinning at me. "We can always
count on those two!"
When we leveled off, Ron was back on the intercom. "The
carnal pleasures may now commence."
"Did he mean what I think he meant?" Don asked.
"Sure did," Eric deadpanned. "Better get busy."
Zippers came down and mouths were lowered onto the dicks that
popped out. I got up to get a cup of coffee for Eric and me.
When we landed, Ron emerged from the cockpit and looked at
the boys sternly. "How many new members do we have?"
"All of us," one of them said.
"That's good, your certificates will be in the mail," he said
then broke into a big grin. "See Dave, I told you they could
make it!"
The boys were chuckling contentedly on the way into town.
"That was a setup, wasn't it?"
"Sure was," I answered. "We need to wear you guys out so
Eric and I can get a little sleep tonight."
Bags were tossed into rooms and Speedos donned in record
time. The boys couldn't wait to get to the pool where they
expected the 'action' to be.
"I feel like a goddam chaperone," Eric giggled as we
eventually wandered out to the pool. "I don't think I was
EVER as horny as this bunch."
"You were just saving up for me," I kidded.
There were quite a few guys spread out on lounge chairs
around the pool. Some were nude, others wearing speedos or
g-strings. There wasn't any "action", as such, going on, but
a few dicks were not quite soft.
It was a mixed group, agewise, a few twinks, quite a few nice
looking guys that appeared to be in their 20's or 30's, a lot
that looked to be in their 40's to 60's and a few a lot older.
After being thoroughly checked out by everyone, we too
stretched out to grab some rays.
It was fun watching "our" boys at work. Singly and in pairs,
they were talking to other guys or groups of guys.
Surprisingly, they were all still wearing their suits.
I saw others, not our group, pairing up and leaving, then
returning a few minutes later looking sated. Our boys
started disappearing too, but they were usually gone longer.
"God I'm glad I never have to play this game again," Eric
commented.
"Quickies were never a favorite of mine either," I laughed.
"It's so damned nice to have somebody to love," he said kind
of wistfully, reaching for my hand.
"Don't get sappy on me," I kidded.
"It's seeing this kind of stuff that makes me realize just
how lucky I am. If that's sappy, then that's the way I am."
I couldn't resist, I got up, leaned over and kissed him, held
him for a minute and tweaked his nipple when I got up.
"Don't do that! You're gonna make me get hard and my poor
dick doesn't have anyplace to go." he laughed.
Holding hands, we just lay there and watched the boys at play.
"Want a drink?" Eric asked.
"Sure."
"Anything in particular or the usual?"
"Not the usual, surprise me," I smiled.
The outdoor bar was at the other end of the pool. As Eric
walked, every head turned, including those of the cousins. I
smiled as I watched the involuntary licking of lips and the
open stares of lust. Then I noticed something else. Eric
didn't even notice.
There wasn't a trace of "attitude" and he certainly wasn't
projecting ego. I remembered in our first days together that
I had had to point out to him that everybody was drooling
over him. He'd never noticed.
About the only acknowledgment of attention he'd ever made was
that he "got a few looks" when he was working as a lifeguard.
Either he wasn't aware of the effect he had on other people,
both men and women, or he chose to ignore it, and was always
friendly and approachable.
In reality, I had more "attitude" than he did, and that was
because of him, the knowledge that he "belonged" to me. I'd
have to do some thinking about that.
The boys stopped by to chat and tell us more than we wanted
to know about their exploits. They were using sunblock so
wouldn't be totally fried.
We spent the whole day in the sun. Eric and I were the first
to go back to the room, hoping to have a leisurely shower
before the mob descended on us.
Before we went out to dinner, I checked Tim's ID. It was
a Wisconsin Drivers License with his own name and picture on
it, looking very authentic to me. I didn't ask where or how
he got it. "Just wanted to make sure nobody gets into an
embarassing situation," I told him.
After dinner, which the boys had tried unsuccessfully to pay
for, we went to one of the bars Eric had located in the
Damron Guide. Not surprisingly, it was a Disco, and everyone
except Eric and I got carded.
"Must be showing my age," Eric chuckled.
It was like a blond invasion. There was no pretense,
everybody was staring. Lining up on bar stools, we turned to
survey the room. A little dramatic, but that's the drill.
Being a disco, all the attention was focused on the dance
floor. I could sense that Eric was itching to get out
there. "Go ahead," I told him. "I'm happy watching."
He grabbed one of the remaining cousins. Don was the only
one left, and he moved to sit next to me.
"I wonder if Eric really knows how lucky he is?" he asked.
"I know how lucky I am to have him," I answered.
"That's the beautiful part," he said. "You have each other."
He was silent for a few minutes, pensive. "I'm having a
wonderful time, I want you to know, all the sex is great, but
for some reason, lately, it just isn't satisfying."
"I understand EXACTLY what you mean," I said with a smile.
He nodded, knowing that I really did understand. "Hell, I've
'made it' with four different guys today, and all I want is
more, for chrissake!"
"Something missing?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I'm not sure what it is."
"That's because it's something you've probably never
experienced. It's called love," I told him.
He thought about that for a minute. "Then why am I always
looking for another guy to have sex with?"
"Have you ever cared for another guy, I mean REALLY cared for
him?"
"A few, I guess, but it was mostly because of the awesome sex
we had together," he admitted.
"Did you ever look beyond their dicks?" I asked, chuckling.
"There's more to a guy than that."
"Not until lately, and then, the ones I really 'like' are
either straight or not interested in me."
"It's not going to happen overnight," I chuckled. "Hell, I
was fifty when I met Eric. The right man's out there, I
assure you, all you have to do is be there and be available.
With your looks, brains and attitude, you won't have any
trouble finding him."
"Should I go into a convent until I do find him? Save myself
for him?" he asked with a big grin.
"Hell no! You only live once. Enjoy it!"
"I think this whole issue came to a head the other night when
I watched you and Eric together. I was, quite frankly,
jealous as hell of what you guys have."
"You can have something like that too," I told him.
He reached over and put his arm around me. "You're one hell
of a neat guy, Dave," he said.
Don's arm was still around me when Eric and the others walked
up. "Hey, go find your own man," he joked, muscling in
between us. "This one's MINE!"
"You and Don were sure serious," Eric commented when the rest
went back to dance.
"He's come to a realization - that there's more to sex than
just finding a warm place to stick your dick into."
Eric started laughing. "About time he started growing up!"
- - - - -
They danced and drank for a while longer, but were anxious to
get back to the hotel. They all had "dates". On the way
back, we got the details. At night, the "action" was at the
hot tub, the "pickup point", then moved to individual rooms.
They changed back to Speedos and were on their way. Eric was
curious. "Let's take a walk and see what's going on," he
suggested.
We put on loose boxer-type suits, Eric saying we didn't need
to advertise since we were just "window shopping", and headed
for the hot tub. Along the way, doors were open and drapes
pulled back on the windows. The dim lights invited anyone
passing to look in. The occupants, mostly alone, were lying
on their beds, either on their back with hard dicks sticking
up, the old invitation for a blowjob, or on their stomachs
asking to be fucked. Hell, it was no different from the
baths of the 70's.
"I was just kidding when I said 'window shopping," Eric
said. "This is the real thing! Lots to choose from if
you're interested."
I could tell that he was surprised, and at the same time,
aroused by the displays. We discussed the "wares" in quiet
tones, being, at times rather unkind in our assessments.
The hot tub and the area around it was the scene of a
full-fledged orgy. Men were in every combination imaginable,
one-on-one all the way to one muscle stud who was being
fucked and sucked at the same time, had another guys dick in
his mouth, who, in turn was getting fucked, and was sucking
still another guy. There were six altogether in that dog pile.
Maybe all the guys didn't have horse-sized cocks, but the
scene was hotter than any orgy video I'd ever seen. Even
though we were wearing loose suits, both of our dicks stood
out in front of us, begging for attention.
I led Eric through the writhing bodies to the far side where
an empty beach chair sat off by itself but with a good view
of the whole scene. "You sit and watch the action," I told
him. "I'll give you a little of my own."
Off came our suits and after a long, deep kiss, Eric sat. I
dropped to my knees in front of him. His magnificent pole in
front of me was the ultimate turn-on.
I spent a minute just looking at it, appreciating it, while
feeling my own throb in anticipation. Leaning forward I
savored the beads of precum that I found, then laved the head
and shaft with my tongue. He tasted particularly good for
some unknown reason. The whole length slicked up with
saliva, I began working my way downward, giving him all the
tongue action I could.
I had to pull his cock back a little to the right angle so I
could swallow all of him, something we both loved. I was
totally engrossed in our mutual pleasure when I felt
something rubbing on my shoulder. I knew it was a dick, but
ignored it. It was soon gone and I was able to fully
concentrate again.
The scene he was watching must have been affecting him
because his balls in my hand started to retract. Too fast.
Too soon. I wanted more. I raised up to look at him. "Just
let it happen," he said softly, "I have other plans for us."
OK. I went back to his dick, planning to get as much
enjoyment as I could in the time available. I felt it coming
and started humming to give him added sensations. He blew
long and hard and violently, forcing me to back off or cause
severe pain. That was fine, I could taste every drop that way.
In spite of the fact that he didn't soften at all, I drained
him completely.
Standing to get the kinks out of my legs, he leaned forward
and took the head of my still raging dick in his mouth and
gave me a moment of "Velvet Blender" treatment, then pulled
off.
"Can we go back to the room?" he asked. "I desperately need
to feel you inside of me."
He wanted it doggie-style, and was so hot, about all I had to
do was be there. He did all the work, humping into me as
hard as he could. "God, you feel SOOOO good," he moaned.
Standing on my knees, my hands on his hips, I couldn't reach
him, but I sensed that he didn't want me to touch him.
His internal muscles were working on my dick to such a degree
that I had to really concentrate to keep from cumming. Out of
nowhere, he abruptly switched from those unbelievable
sensations to the spasms that made it clear he was cumming.
That did it for me. I fell onto his back for the short
strokes that deposited everything I had inside him. We
collapsed in a pile.
We rolled apart when we stopped twitching. "I still owe you
one," he said. "We'll take a shower then I'll suck you to
sleep."
"I don't know if I'm up for that," I told him, "what just
happened was pretty intense."
"I'll make it happen," he said, his eyes sparkling. "Do you
think you can handle another full day of this?"
I groaned.
To be continued.
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