Date: Sun, 8 Aug 2004 12:43:26 -0700
From: PSDesertGuys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Some Guys

Some Guys
   --by Greg Bowden
      jg.ps@gte.net


Chapter One, in which a mid-life crisis may turn out to be a mid-life
opportunity.


"I don't know how much more of this I can take, Roger," Bob said, swirling
the wine in his glass and staring out the window. The wet snow was falling
more heavily now, putting up a white curtain against the night.

"What?" Roger closed his laptop and put it on the little table next to the
couch so Bob would know he had Roger's full attention.

"This!" He swung his wineglass, taking in the room, the laptop, the window,
Roger, everything.

"I don't understand," Roger said, genuinely mystified.

Some thread of patience let go in Bob. The last one. "I am so fucking
cold," he yelled. "I am so fucking tired of winter and the fucking snow and
my fucking job and never seeing you anymore." His voice raised a notch. "I
am tired of being alone." He looked at his wineglass and Roger was suddenly
afraid Bob was going to hurl it at him but he didn't. He carefully placed
it on a side table and then seemed to melt. He bowed his head and began to
shiver.

At first Roger thought he was shaking from the cold but when he went to him
and put his arms around him he found he was crying. "Baby, baby," Roger
crooned, leading Bob to the couch and settling down next to him. "Baby,
what's the matter?"

Bob started to say something but it came out an unintelligible sob. Roger
rubbed his back gently and held him, his mind racing. What the hell was
going on here? What did Bob mean about being alone? Sure, they were both
working a lot but they had their times together. Roger let his mind play
over the past month, looking for the times they'd done things
together. There didn't seem to be as many as there should have been.

Bob responded to Roger's warmth and closeness and after a few minutes his
breathing evened out and he took a deep breath. "I am so tired of being
cold," he said, so quietly Roger almost missed it. "I'm tired of winter and
my job and your job and this place and... and..."

They sat in silence for a long moment. "And the fucking snow?" Roger asked,
emphasizing the impossible act. There was another long silence.

"Yes," Bob said, sounding nearly normal again. "And the fucking snow."

"But not me?"

Bob looked up at him. "No. Not you. Never you. That would be like being
tired of my right hand." He smiled. "Or my dick."

Roger leaned in and kissed him lightly. "No," he said, "you could never be
tired of your dick. And neither could I." He kissed Bob again, this time a
little less lightly. "I tell you what. Let's go turn on the shower and fill
the bathroom with steam. We can pretend it's the seventies and we're at the
baths again."

Bob laughed and shook his head, looking into Roger's eyes. "Forget the
steam. Let's just go to bed."

As they were undressing Bob put his arms around Roger and kissed him. "I'm
sorry I fell apart, Rog. I really am. Things just... I don't know. I guess
it's the winter."

They lay close together, touching and kissing but they both knew it wasn't
going to go any further. Bob was still churning inside and no part of his
body seemed able to respond to Roger's touch. Finally, by unspoken consent,
they simply arranged themselves spoon fashion and went to sleep.

Several hours later Roger rolled onto his back and stared into the dark,
listening to Bob's regular breathing. As accountants often do when they
can't go back to sleep, Roger began reviewing his mental ledger
sheets. They showed that for quite a few months there had been a great deal
more time at work than at home. When he'd been assigned to run the audit
team working on Price Metals in October he'd known it was going to be a
major challenge. Not only was Price Metals a huge account, they'd assigned
three brand new, right out of school accountants to the deal. Roger had had
to keep them in line and review everything they did along with handling the
most sensitive parts of the books. All of that took a lot of time. More
than he should have let it.

When had they last been out to dinner together? Well, there was Christmas,
of course, with Sam and his new girlfriend. And New Year's Eve downstairs
with Ed and Manny and those other guys they'd invited. Oh, yeah, and that
one day in December when they'd gone Christmas shopping and then stopped in
at Le Cock afterwards.

What else had they done together since October? Nothing he could think of
except for Thanksgiving and even that was spent with others. A dismal
record, Roger thought as he turned on his side and pressed himself against
Bob, seeking his warmth.

The next day Roger ignored the novices and spent a couple of hours on his
computer, searching the Internet. When he was finished he called Bob at the
office. The phone was answered by Bob's administrative assistant.

"Hi, Jerry. It's Roger."

"Oh, hi Mr. Carmichael. He's in a meeting with Mr. Albo and I don't think
you want to interrupt." Roger could hear raised voices in the background.

"Right, Jerry. Listen, just tell him... Oh, never mind. I'll see him when
he gets home. Thanks anyway."

For the first time in over a year Roger left the office early, made a
couple of stops and beat Bob home by twenty minutes. By the time Bob got
there the apartment was warm and there were savory smells filling the air.

"Really bad day, huh?" Roger said, taking Bob's coat.

Bob nodded. "You don't want to know. What smells so good?"

Roger handed him a glass filled with very cold, very good gin. "Dinner. I
stopped at Dunwoods and picked up a couple of things. Come on, it'll be a
few minutes."

They sat together on the sofa, their knees touching, and sipped their
drinks in silence.

"I have a plan to upset your boss," Roger said after a bit.

"Albo? You don't need a plan. Besides, I already did that."

"Not like this. You're taking ten days off. Starting Thursday."

"Day after tomorrow? Ten days? You know I can't do that."

Roger got up and put fresh ice and gin in the shaker. "You can and you
will." He refilled their glasses with the icy gin. "We're going to Palm
Springs."

"Palm Springs? In California?"

"That's the place. Average February temperature: 72 degrees. But I checked
the forecast and it's not going to be average. It's supposed to be in the
80's." He took a swallow of his drink and grinned. "And the only ice will
be in the drinks."

Bob looked at him as though he'd lost his mind. "Wait a minute. We're
going? Me and Mr. Works-weekends-too?"

Roger turned serious. "I know, Bob, I know. I've spent most of the past six
months of my life in that damned office but no more. I didn't realize how
that was affecting you... No, I didn't realize how much it was affecting
us. So. No more weekends and ten days in Palm Springs starting
Thursday. You and me."

Bob stood and took Roger into his arms. "Thank you, Rog. Thank you. I've
missed you."

Over dinner Bob grew more and more excited at the prospect of the
trip. Roger, in his usual way, had taken care of all the arrangements and
there was nothing for Bob to do but pack.

"Wait," Bob said over dessert. "You didn't tell me where we're staying."

"Oh, we're staying with Some Guys."

Bob thought for a minute. "What guys? We don't know anyone in Palm
Springs."

Roger grinned. "No, baby. That's the name of the place: Some Guys. It's a
small resort. For men. Only."

Bob cocked his head. "For men only? You mean it's a gay place?"

Roger nodded. "Yeah, a gay place. I know, I know. But I've really been
thinking about this and I think it's time we just let ourselves be
ourselves. If anyone asks we just say we stayed with `Some Guys' and let it
go at that."

Bob got up from the table and went around to Roger. "I love you, Rog, you
know that?"

They kissed and Roger murmured, "I know you do, Baby. Nearly as much as I
love you."

The next day was pretty chaotic for both of them. Roger had already told
the new guys he was taking the time off and they hit him with what seemed
like an endless stream of questions, requests for instructions and just
plain whining. Roger's boss wasn't much better.

Bob thought Mr. Albo was going to explode when he told him about it. The
man yelled, shouted, threatened and finally pleaded but Bob managed to
stand his ground. There was no way he wasn't going on this vacation. In the
end he convinced Mr. Albo that the warehouse would get along just fine
without him and that Jerry could handle whatever came up. He had to promise
that he would check in with Jerry every day before Mr. Albo finally gave up
and left Bob's office, grumbling under his breath.

Jerry, on the other hand, was delighted for him. "You need this, Bob. You
really do need to get a way from here. And don't let him--he nodded in the
general direction of Mr. Albo's office--try to stop you. If it was him he
wouldn't even bother telling you he was going. And forget the daily phone
call. If it's an absolute has-to-be-handled-now emergency I'll call
you. Otherwise, well, just have a good time."

Somehow they got through it and at five thirty the next morning found
themselves in the airport watching their plane being de-iced. From the
looks of the waiting area there weren't a lot of people heading for Los
Angeles--or maybe most of the ones who wanted to hadn't been lucky enough to
find a cab driver willing to brave the icy roadways in the face of another
snow storm. In any case, it didn't look like the plane was going to be
crowded. Bob was thankful for that fact. He hated being jammed into those
tiny seats.

In the end it didn't matter; Roger had bought first class tickets. When
they were settled in the large leather seats and had been served the first
glass of champagne Roger looked over at Bob and smiled at him. "Well, why
not?" he said, knowing what Bob was thinking. "The fourteenth is our
anniversary and besides, you deserve the best."

Bob looked quickly around and, seeing no one looking, gave Roger a quick
kiss. "We deserve the best. And," he said, watching the steward come
towards them with the champagne bottle, "I think we got it. At least to LA"

It was a great flight made better by the fact that Bob and Roger were the
only passengers in first class. They had scrambled eggs and toast for
breakfast, washed down with orange juice and more champagne and then had
roast beef sandwiches and red wine for lunch. They landed right on time in
Los Angeles where they found it overcast and cold.

Two hours later, however, at the Palm Springs airport, they shed their
coats down to their shirtsleeves and dug through their luggage for
sunglasses. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and eighty-one
degrees. They rented a convertible ("Oh, what the hell. Why not?"),
retrieved their luggage and set off to find Some Guys.

It wasn't difficult. The man at the car rental counter had asked where they
were staying and marked the route on a map. Palm Springs is a small place
and the resort turned out to be not five miles from the airport.

They parked in front of a wall covered by a vine with brilliant red
flowers. There were palm trees flanking the lobby door, surrounded by more
brightly colored flowers. They rang the bell and waited a moment until the
door was opened and a man peered around it. "Oh, you must be Roger and
Bob," he said, opening the door fully. "We've been expecting you. Come in,
come in." It wasn't until they were inside and the door had been closed
that they realized the man was naked.

"Hi," he said, shaking their hands. "I'm Ed. Welcome to Some Guys." He went
behind the desk and shuffled through some papers until he found the one he
wanted. "Here we go," he said, smoothing it out on the counter. "Just sign
here and don't forget to put down the car license." He grinned. "We
actually do check sometimes."

While Roger filled out the paper Bob watched Ed climb into a pair of
shorts. He appeared to be in his late fifties or early sixties but was in
good shape for his age whatever it was. He had salt and pepper hair, a
white, close cropped beard and moustache and, Bob couldn't help noticing, a
large, circumcised dick.

"You boys got a lot of luggage?" Ed asked. "If you do I'll get Harry to
help us but if not..."

"No, we packed light," Roger said, signing the paper with a flourish.

Ed grinned. "Good. Don't need much more than a toothbrush around here
anyway."

They went out to the car, got the luggage and Ed showed them to their
room. "Now you probably want a shower and whatnot after your flight and
all. You come up to the desk when you're ready and ol' Harry will show you
around the place. Oh, yeah, and help yourself to the wine, okay?" He waived
in the general direction of a bottle of white wine cooling in a bucket of
ice and breezed out the door.

Roger opened the wine, poured and handed Bob a glass. "Well, Baby, what do
you think? This okay?"

Bob looked around the room. There was a king size bed, a couple of chairs
and a dresser with a TV on it. "Yeah. This is okay. As long as you're
here." He tasted the wine and found it dry and crisp. "But what's with the
naked innkeeper?"

"A little surprise. According to their web site, the whole place is
`clothing optional'. The only time we have to put on our pants is when we
go out the front door. I thought it'd be kind of fun..."

Bob laughed and kissed him. "Well, just don't forget the sunscreen." He
stopped and looked out the window. "Sunscreen. There's sun! It's warm. Oh,
Roger, thank you. This is going to be the best anniversary ever."

They unpacked and when they were finished they found they had finished the
wine as well. They took a shower together for the first time in years and
then decided to take a little nap before venturing outside. It felt so good
to slip under the smooth, crisp sheets and just be together. They were
asleep in three minutes.

It was dark outside when Roger woke to go to the bathroom. When he climbed
back into the bed Bob woke and went to do the same. Back in bed he turned
on his side so Roger could stretch out against him and hold him.

They dozed for a while, slipping in and out of sleep until Bob felt Roger
grow hard. He pressed back against him until the erection was pressed
tightly between his buns. Roger moved his hand down Bob's belly until he
found Bob's dick, hard as his own. He kissed Bob lightly on the back of the
neck and gently humped his ass. "Yes," Bob whispered into the
air. "Please."

Roger reached behind him and found the nightstand. He felt around until he
found the tube of lubricant and put it in Bob's hands. Bob opened it and
passed it back, feeling a level of desire he hadn't felt in a long time.

Roger pulled away from Bob and gently applied some of the slick lubricant
to his ass, rubbing it in until his finger slipped inside. Bob groaned
pushed back telling Roger he was ready. Roger put a thick coat of the lube
on his dick and pressed it gently against Bob's ass.

Bob let out a long sigh as Roger entered him. This was something they
hadn't done in a long time and he'd forgotten how much he liked it. Roger
paused once the head of his dick was inside but Bob couldn't wait. He
pressed back against Roger and took in his dick until he could feel the
thick, wiry hair against his skin. Roger paused again, this time to let
himself get used to the warm, moist glove that held his dick so
tightly. Then he began to stroke in Bob, each stroke pushing each of them
closer to that edge of pleasure they both loved so well.

They took a long time because there didn't seem to be any reason to
hurry. Finally, when Roger couldn't hold himself back any longer, he
reached for Bob's cock and took it in a firm hand. That pushed Bob over the
edge and he filled Roger's hand with his hot seed. That pushed Roger over
and he let go, drowning himself in the pleasure of it all.

They slept then, Roger's dick in Bob's ass and Bob's dick in Roger's hand.

In time Roger began to slip out of Bob but the feeling that brought on
merely made Roger grow hard again and he pressed deeper into Bob, staying
where he felt he belonged. He moved a little, very slowly and he felt Bob
grow hard in his hand. It took a lot longer this time because they slept
sometimes and sometimes one or the other would soften and they'd wait, idly
playing, until the rigidity came back. It grew light outside and they heard
the sounds of people but they paid no heed. They had become one again and
nothing mattered but that oneness.

After a long, long time, by unspoken consent, Roger withdrew so Bob could
turn onto his back. When he was back inside the two men looked into each
other's eyes and told each other how much they were loved.  By the time
they pushed each other over that sharp edge of pleasure they had
re-established many of the lines of communication they had lost over the
past couple of years.

And then they were hungry.

"Hey, thought we lost you two last night," Ed called as Bob and Roger
emerged from their room. "But then, maybe you had some catching up to do."
He waived them into a small patio area. "Coffee's over there, regular and
decaf. Help yourself. Donuts too."

The coffee was good. Bob took a sip and stretched in the early morning sun,
suddenly realizing how wonderful he felt. Roger eyed the donuts but didn't
take one. He wanted a real breakfast and didn't want to take the edge off
his hunger. The coffee hit the spot though. He wandered over to Ed who was
reading a newspaper called The Valley Sun.

"Where's a good place for breakfast?"

Ed looked at the clock hanging on the wall and smiled. "Well, it's pretty
early for most of the gay restaurants. I mean, if you want a fancy
brunch. But if I was hungry I guess I'd go over to Jack's Grill. He puts up
a mean plate of eggs and the biscuits and gravy are something
else. Besides, it's just a few blocks over and after one of Jack's
breakfasts you'll need the walk back."

He was right. After omelets filled with artichokes and asparagus and
surrounded by little red potatoes sautéed with shallots and garlic, a walk
was definitely in order.

When they got back to Some Guys Ed was in the office, naked and reading the
paper. "Hi, guys. How was the breakfast?"

"Wonderful," said Bob, patting his stomach. "I think Roger here actually
had his fill."

"Yeah..." Roger started but Ed interrupted. "Ready for your tour? Here's
Harry."

Harry turned out to be something else again. He was in his mid thirties,
tall--maybe six-five--with green eyes, buzz cut hair and wore a thick mat
of dark blond hair across his chest, down his belly and, shorter, down his
legs. His pubic hair was longer and more tightly curled than that on his
chest and belly and framed an impressive uncut dick and low hanging balls.

Ed laughed and said, "Yeah, that's Harry. It's his name too. Harry, this
here's Bob and Roger, guys I told you about. Show `em around, will you?"

Harry stuck out his hand and shook, first with Roger and then with
Bob. "Sure. Happy to. Come on, guys. Or," looking them over, "would you
like to get out of those clothes first?"

"No, we're fine," Bob said.

Harry shrugged. "Suit yourselves." His eyes sparkled at the pun. "Right
this way."

They went out of the office through an inside door which lead to the lawn
and pool. They turned right and Harry said, "That's my place, where the
path turns left." They did turn and continued along the concrete
walk. Whenever Harry was walking in front of them Bob couldn't take his
eyes off Harry's back which was tanned darkly and smooth as... well, Bob
didn't know what but it was smooth without a hair on it. His buns did have
hair, the same dark blond as on his chest except that it was short and
tightly curled.

At the end of the walk, where it turned left again Harry pointed out a
flagstone area with a lattice roof, a grill and a picnic table. "You get
some coffee this morning? Ed usually puts out donuts or pastry too if
you're so inclined. Wine and maybe cheese in the evening, around six
o'clock. You can eat here too if you don't want to go out. Just throw some
steaks on the grill there and make yourselves at home. Most of the guys
toss a couple of six-packs in the fridge and if you want soda or water
that's in there too. On the honor system." He grinned at them. "We're
pretty informal around here and like to see the guests having a good time
with each other." He pointed to a large ice machine. "Help yourselves to
ice whenever you want. There's a bucket in your room."

On the other side of the walk was a large pool. "You can swim pretty much
anytime but we prefer that you don't come home in the middle of the night,
drunk or high or not, and make a lot of noise. Some guys are presumably
trying to sleep. Down that walk are just more rooms so let's cut across the
lawn and I'll show you the sun deck.

They skirted the pool and went around behind a small building containing
what appeared to be a couple of guest rooms. At the back was a stairway
which led up to the roof of the building. They climbed up to find a fair
sized tiled area with low walls and cushions scattered around. They also
found a couple of men, naked and sucking on each other's cocks. Harry
hardly gave them a glance. "Nice place to sun if you want to get away from
the pool area." He nodded at the two men who were deep into what they were
doing and paid them no attention, "Have a lot of fun up here sometimes
too."

Back down the steps and through an arch covered with bright flowers they
came to a large hot tub. Pointing at some controls on the other side of the
tub Harry said, "It's pretty automatic but it you want jets and bubbles you
have to give that timer a twist. Runs an hour max and then shuts off. You
still want it, someone has to climb out and turn it on again. The water's
pretty consistently around ninety seven or eight. Not too hot, not too
cool." He laughed. "Sign says capacity is ten but hell, I've been in it
with fifteen, sixteen other guys. All having a good time."

They went out through the flowered arch. "I hate that bougainvillea," Harry
said, pointing at the flowers. "Clean them out of that tub about six times
a day and it's still full of them. One of these days I'm going to rip it
out by it's roots."

"You do the gardening around here?" asked Roger.

"Not really. We got a couple of guys come around two or three times a week
to take care of things." He laughed as he led them across the lawn to their
room. "Mostly I just fix stuff, do the books and help Ed when he needs it."
Harry pointed out a set of double doors, "TV room," he said, "or a
gathering room, whatever. It gets fairly busy on our cool winter evenings."

They turned left and went down the walk, past the office to their
room. Harry stopped at the room just before it. "So that's the place. Now
you guys ought to get out of those clothes and enjoy the sun. It's what you
came for, isn't it?"

Bob grinned. "It sure is but I think we'll make one more trip outside and
get some sunscreen and beer for that refrigerator. I don't want to burn up
on the first day."

They waived to Harry and went into their room for the car keys. The room
had been made up while they were out and Roger observed, "We may not need
the beer. They've provided us with another bottle of wine." He picked it up
and studied the label. "It's the same as last night which, if I remember
rightly, was pretty good."

Bob nodded and handed Roger the car keys. "It was but if we start on that
wine out there in the sun I'll be asleep in thirty minutes. I think a beer
or two would hit the spot. And maybe a little gin for cocktail time."

They were silent in the car, each lost in his own thoughts. They found a
large drug store where, they were surprised to learn, you could buy
sunscreen, beer, and gin, all at the same time. They bought some tonic as
well.

Back in the car Bob turned to Roger and asked what he thought.

"About what? The place? Harry? The guys on the sundeck?"

Bob laughed. "All of the above."

"Well, I like the place. It's a little frayed around the edges and could
stand some updating but I like it. It's comfortable, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it is comfortable. And friendly. It's not the sort of place we're
used to staying but I sure feel welcome there. Now what about Harry?"

Roger looked over at Bob ad grinned. "I wish you could have seen your face
when he came strolling in. I thought your eyes were going to fall out."

"Well, you have to admit he is something. All that fur. My god, I'll bet
you could braid his pubic hair if it wasn't so curly."

"Say, that might be fun to try someday. And your reaction to the guys on
the sundeck?"

Bob thought for a minute. "Surprise mostly. I mean, we haven't seen things
like that since we used to go to the baths years ago." He thought a little
longer. "But they sure did seem to be having fun. You suppose we'll see
more of that sort of thing?"

"I have no doubt of it. Maybe join in, too. You think?"

"My god, Roger, we haven't done anything like that since... I don't
remember, do you?"

"Sure. It was, let me see, summer, four, no five, years ago. We were
staying with Bill and Bryan up at the lake, remember? There were those two
other guys there too and we all ended up naked on the living room floor
like a pile of puppies. Horny puppies as I remember."

"Oh, yeah. How could I forget that?" Bob looked out at the palm trees. "You
suppose that'll happen here?"

Roger smiled to himself. "I don't know. If it does, it does. If it doesn't,
well, there's always just us."

Back at the resort they put their things away and self-consciously
stripped. "I don't know," said Bob, getting out of his underwear. "I've
never just walked out of a hotel room naked. I'm not sure I can do it."

"But you'll try, I know. But you're right, it does feel strange. I'll
probably get a hard-on at first."

"Well, I'm sure you could find someone to take care of that." He took
Roger's dick in his hand. "Me, for instance."

"Now Bob, if you start that..."

It was too late. Bob was on his knees, taking Roger's soft cock in his
mouth. It was one of his favorite things, Bob thought, taking Roger's dick
in his mouth and feeling it get hard. It didn't take long before Roger was
very hard and Bob could slip his tongue between the foreskin and the
head. This drove Roger crazy and he put his hands on the back of Bob's head
and forced his dick further into his mouth.

Bob took the dick into his throat and, deciding to make this one a quickie,
began swallowing down on it. After some twenty-nine years he knew just what
to do and how to do it. Within minutes Roger was breathing hard and when
Bob took hold of his balls and squeezed them, gently but very firmly, he
let out a long groan, bent double and came. Bob backed off a little so he
could taste him. When Roger seemed through Bob wedged his tongue back
between Roger's foreskin and the head of his dick. This brought Roger off
again, immediately. Bob had learned this little trick somewhere in their
first few years together and it never stopped amazing him. It didn't always
work but when it did Roger had two, sometimes three, orgasms, one right
after the other.

When it was over, Roger staggered back and sat in a chair. "Oh, man, it
just does me in when you do that." He stretched out his arms. "Now come
here."

Bob went and sat on Roger's knees, facing him. Roger leaned forward, taking
one nipple in his mouth and the other between his fingers. With his free
hand he slowly jacked him off. It didn't take long either. As soon as he
began to pinch and nibble on Bob's nipples Bob took a very deep breath and
came in his hand.

When he could catch his breath he kissed Roger and said, into his mouth, "I
may not be able to do that double orgasm thing you do but mine lasts almost
long enough to make up for it."

"You make up for it in volume, too," Roger said, wiping his hand across
Bob's belly. "You come more than any man I've ever known. Now come on, lets
clean up and get out there where the boys are."



Outside they stashed the beer in the refrigerator and stretched out on a
couple of lounges by the pool. There were three or four other guys already
there, basking in the sun. In a few minutes a very attractive, younger man
appeared, selected an air mattress and jumped into the pool. He climbed
onto the mattress and lay on his back putting a cloth over his eyes,
presumably to protect them from the sun. It took Bob and Roger a few
minutes before they realized he was one of the guys they'd seen up on the
sundeck.

Bob leaned over to Roger and said, "Well, he's certainly well equipped to
do what he was doing."

Roger laughed and replied, "Yeah and pretty enough to do it with whoever he
wants."

"Well, I don't know about that..."

Roger laughed again. "You wouldn't blow him, given the chance?"

"No, no, I didn't say that. I just said there may be somebody in the world
who wouldn't. I can't imagine who."

They watched, along with the other men around the pool, as the boy slowly
became hard. It was a fascinating show, this well shaped, good sized cock
slowly stretching out over the boy's balls and then lifting itself into the
air until it looked like a small mast, just waiting for a sail.

After a while one of the men couldn't contain himself and dived into the
pool. As he went into the water they could all see that he was hard as
well. He swam over to the boy, splashed a little water on him and whispered
something in his ear. The boy nodded and rolled off the air mattress into
the other guy's arms. After a quick kiss they climbed out of the pool,
completely uncaring that they were both quite erect, and went off towards
the rooms.

One of the other men looked over and called, "Too bad they aren't going to
the sundeck. We could follow and watch the show."

They spent the next several days sleeping late, sitting in the sun around
the pool and getting re-acquainted. They ate well in Palm Springs' gay
restaurants, drank well in a variety of gay bars and did a little window
shopping on Palm Canyon Drive but mostly they spent their time at Some
Guys, around the pool, on the sundeck or in bed. It was a time of
relaxation and enjoyment they desperately needed.

One day, around noon, they were sitting at a table in the shade of an
umbrella when Ed came out of the office with three beers and a bowl of
peanuts. He put them on the table and said, "You boys seem to be enjoying
yourselves." He opened the beers and said, "Hope you don't mind a little
company. I kind of like to get to know my guests, at least those who stay a
while."

They tasted the beer and found it quite good. Roger looked at the label on
the bottle and laughed. "Chihuahua? They named a beer after a dog?"

Ed shook his head. "No, actually I think they named the dog after the
beer." Roger raised an inquiring eyebrow and Ed continued, "The beer comes
from Mexico, state of Chihuahua, where it's been made for god knows how
many years. Same place the dog comes from. So maybe they didn't name the
dog after the beer, they just named both for where they come from. Anyway,
that's what I think. What made you guys choose Some Guys?"

Roger answered that one. "It was a kind of surprise for Bob. I saw it on
the Internet and liked what I saw." He glanced at the other men around the
pool. "The fact that everyone is naked didn't hurt either."

"You been to naked resorts before?"

Bob spoke up. "No. This is the first. In fact, Roger didn't even tell me it
was a nude place until we got here."

"You like it?" Ed pushed the peanuts toward Bob.

They both looked at Bob. After a moment he said, "Yeah, I do. I thought I
might not but now, I don't know, there's no attitude here. Everyone is
friendly and happy and no one's trying to impress anyone. I really like
that."

Roger nodded. "It's so free. And a nice place, too. You and Harry keep it
running very well."

Ed grinned. "It's mostly Harry. He does the Internet thing and keeps the
books and keeps the staff in line. I mostly paint and keep out of the way."
He looked back and forth between them. "Say, don't you guys know something
about keeping books?"

Bob shook his head and pointed at Roger. "Don't look at me. He's the
accountant."

Ed focused on Roger and said, "Don't want to spoil your vacation or nothing
but... Well, could you maybe talk to Harry a little? He's having some sort
of trouble with some stuff the bank sends or something and maybe you could
give him some pointers. I don't really understand it but I know it's kind
of bothering him and I'm no help."

Bob thought Ed looked like nothing so much as a big lovable dog wanting
someone to scratch him behind the ears when he said this. When Roger said
sure, he'd spend a couple of hours with Harry Bob thought Ed was going to
lick his face.

"Thank you," Ed gushed, "Thank you, I'll go tell Harry. Oh, and I'll knock
a couple days off your bill, okay?" He hurried off in the direction of the
office, not waiting for an answer.

"Do you think they're lovers?" Bob asked.

"Could be I suppose. May-December relationships aren't that uncommon,"
Roger said. "I'm sure I'll find out."

A half hour later Roger and Harry were heading for the office. "You going
to have a nap Bob?"

Bob shook his head. "No, I think I'm going to sit here and stare at that
man's dick." He nodded towards a good looking guy stretched out in a lounge
on the other side of the pool. "I want to see if I can give him a hard-on."

Both Roger and Harry laughed. "And I'll bet you will," Roger said. "See you
later."

When they were gone Bob left his seat and settled down on a lounge,
directly across from the guy. The fact that there were several other men in
and around the pool only made his little fantasy more exciting.

He took his sunglasses off so the man could see exactly where he was
looking. After a few minutes the guy looked up from his book almost as if
he felt Bob's eyes on him. Bob's eyes didn't waiver and it wasn't long
before the guy looked up again. This time he smiled before he went back to
the book. Bob kept staring, thinking how thick and black the guy's pubic
hair was.

The guy looked up again and this time he put the book aside. He smiled
again and Bob realized he was staring back, at his dick. Bob reached down
and tugged on his dick, the way guys do when they first take off their
underwear. The guy across the pool did the same.

It didn't take long before the guy's dick began to lengthen and fill
out. Bob's was doing the same and in no time they both had full fledged
erections. The guy touched himself, running one finger down the length of
his dick. Bob did the same and then curled his hand around it, holding it
loosely for a moment. Then he slid his hand up and off.

The guy across the pool put his thumb and forefinger in a circle and slid
them over the head and down to the base of his dick. He hefted his balls
and slid his fingers back up his dick. Then he smiled, jerked his head
towards some trees to his right and got up. Bob stood and followed him,
holding his dick so it wouldn't bounce out in front of him.

When he got to the little grove he found two lounges facing each other,
pushed together so they touched. The guy was on one, slowly playing with
himself. Bob got on the other, stretching out and spreading his legs so his
balls fell down between them. He took his dick in a loose fist and slipped
it slowly up and down a couple of times.

The guy held up a couple of clear little pouches and looked inquiringly at
Bob. Bob nodded and the guy tossed him one. He twisted the other one open
and squeezed some of the clear jell onto his cock. Then he slowly spread it
until his whole cock was shiny with it.

Bob spread some on his dick and found it cool and the slickest thing he had
ever felt. He made a fist and slowly pushed his dick into it. It felt warm
and very tight on his dick and he knew he was going to have to go
slowly. He looked at the other guy and saw him rubbing his cock head with
his palm. Then the guy ran his index finger along the wad of skin just
under the head. He groaned very quietly.

Bob loosened his fist and slowly brought it up, slipping his dick out of
it. He had to be careful of his cock head because it became so sensitive so
fast. He put his thumb and forefinger together again, the way he had by the
pool, and pushed his dick through, moving his fingers to the very base. He
thought he might last longer this way, working away from the head.

The guy watched him and imitated him, making a fist and pushing his cock
into it. That brought him up pretty fast so he stopped, holding his dick
loosely in his fist.

For a long time they watched each other jack off, holding themselves right
on the edge of orgasm. Finally, when neither of them could stand it anymore
the guy barked out "now" and let himself fall over his edge. Bob followed,
almost at the same time.

They came and came and came. The guy was fascinated by the amount of cum
Bob was spewing out and Bob was equally taken by the distance the guy could
shoot. He'd let go of his cock an instant before the first shot and his
cock was standing up, shooting wildly. One shot actually hit the leaves on
a low branch above him.

Bob held on to his dick and let his cum gush over his fist. When it seemed
to stop he'd move his hand and it would start gushing out again.

When it was over for both of them, the guy rubbed his hand around his chest
and belly, coating it with his cum. Then he held it out to Bob.

Bob's hand was already coated so he merely leaned forward and shook the
guy's hand. "I'm Bob."

"Me, too," He grinned at Bob. "No, really. My name is Bob, Bob Williams."

Bob smiled. "Bob Andrews here."

They stood and folded themselves into a hug, rubbing their chests together
and wiping their hands on each other's buns. They kissed and both of them
began to firm up again.

"That was really something," they said into each others mouths.

When they broke Bob Williams said, "Yeah. It's probably my favorite thing
to do with a stranger. Every one does it differently and it's wonderful to
watch. I never saw anyone come as much as you, though. You always like
that?"

"Pretty much. Especially when I'm really turned on."

They walked back to the pool area and used the shower before taking a swim
and going back to their lounges.

Bob was dozing on the lounge when Roger and Harry finished with the
computer problem. Roger woke him with a kiss and said, "Making that guy
hard put you to sleep?"

"No, but having sex with him sort of wore me out."

Roger raised his eyebrows. "You actually blew him? Or did he blow you?"

Bob laughed. "Neither. But like pre-school boys we had a very memorable
parallel play time."

"Now what does that mean?"

"See over there, in those trees? There's a couple of lounges there and we
sat on them, facing each other and had one hell of a jack-off session. It
was great, too, because it was like having sex with myself."

Roger eased himself down, sitting on Bob's legs, facing him and taking hold
of his cock. "In case you've not noticed, jacking-off is having sex with
yourself."

"Yeah, but it turns out his name is Bob too so it was kind of a double sex
with yourself. Very exciting. You help Harry? And if you keep playing with
that thing you're going to make it hard."

Roger didn't stop. "It was okay. He's using a program I know pretty well so
I was able to give him some tips. His real problem was that the bank wasn't
sorting stuff the same way his program does so he couldn't seem to
reconcile to the statement. We called the bank and they said they'd sort it
any way we wanted. So that's straightened out."

"You get your hands on him?"

"We were actually doing some work, you know, so no, I didn't get my hands
on him. I'd like to, though. He's a bright, intelligent guy for all his fur
and big dick. And, by the way, he and Ed are not lovers or partners or
anything. Just old friends. Now come on, let's go have a little nap."

"Nap" was their code word for sex and on the way to the room Bob thought
about how much "napping" they had been doing since they got to Some
Guys. Some was probably brought on by the general sexual undercurrent that
ran through the place, some just because they were naked so much but most
of it, he thought, was because they were communicating again, being
together again in so many ways.

They had a shower, crowded together in the tiny stall, dried each other and
stretched out on the cool, crisp sheets on the bed. Bob rolled onto his
side and said, "Oooooooo Larry, Let's do it, okay? Let's you fuck me in the
ass."

Roger twisted a little pouch open and squeezed some of the jell onto his
dick. Then he pressed his dick against Bob's ass, slowly opening him. Once
the head was inside Bob pushed back on him, taking him inside.

"Wait Larry, wait. Oh, god, you're so big. I don't think my tender young
ass can take you. Ohhhhh."

"I'm not pulling it out, Brent. You're going to take it and take it like a
man. You said you wanted it and now you're going to take this big cock up
your teen-age ass and you're going to love it. All twelve inches of it."

"No, Larry, I can't. I can't. It's sooooooooo big!"

The dialog was from a porn film they had rented when they were first
together. They'd been so taken with the absurd dialog that they'd called
each other Larry and Brent for a couple of weeks, until they realized it
was confusing to little Sam, Bob's son. But even after they went back to
Bob and Roger they sometimes reverted to Larry and Brent when they were
having playful sex.

When they had both gotten off they lay together, still connected. Roger was
gently playing with Bob's dick when something occurred to him. "You know,
Bob, this is your third time today." He held up his dripping hand. "How can
you produce this much cum? It's more than this morning. What'd that other
guy, you know, that other Bob, what'd he say when you came?"

"Nothing. But he couldn't take his eyes off it."

"He didn't say anything?"

"No, but I didn't say anything about him being able to shoot it clear up
into the trees, either."

"He did that? Where do you find these guys?"

Bob smiled. "Hanging around the right places, I guess. Now come on, let's
have a shower and go have some wine with Ed."



They spent the next few days lazing in the sun and exploring Palm
Springs. They were surprised at the number of gay people they saw
everywhere they went. It seemed that every waiter in town was a gay man as
were most of the shop keepers.  Roger spent a few more hours with Harry,
helping him put the books in better, and simpler, order while Bob spent
those hours trying to stare another guy into hardness. With only limited
success.

On their last day Ed asked them to dinner. Actually it was Harry's dinner
because Ed couldn't cook anything beyond frozen pizza. Harry, on the other
hand was quite competent in the kitchen and promised his specialty, lamb
chops stuffed with herbs and Roquefort cheese. Bob and Roger brought the
gin.

Sitting in his living room with their first martini Ed asked how they had
enjoyed their stay.

Bob thought for a little and said, "It was wonderful! It took me a couple
of days to get used to not wearing any clothes but once I was over that I
had a great time. How about you, Rog?"

"The same, except that it didn't take me more than about seven minutes to
get used to being naked. Like now, it's just great being naked and drinking
martinis. It just feels right, I guess. I liked the other guests,
too. They're a friendly bunch of guys."

Bob winked. "And don't forget willing, Rog."

Roger laughed. "Yeah, they're a willing bunch of guys too." He turned to
Ed. "Is it always like that? I mean, are your guests always that... that
friendly?"

Ed shook his head. "More. This group seems a bit standoffish to me. But if
you want to meet a great group of guys you should be here when the PSNG are
here. Now that's a friendly group."

Bob shook his head. "PSNG? Who are they?"

Harry answered for Ed. "Palm Springs Naked Guys. A gay nudist group. They
come here for the day every couple of months. They have a ball. Now who
would like a refill?"

While Harry was bartending Bob looked around the room. "Are all these
paintings yours, Ed?"

"Most," he replied. "Couple I traded for. You like them?"

"I do." He thought for a second. "That picture in our room, the guy in the
meadow. That's yours too, isn't it?"

Ed nodded. "Something of mine in every room. Couple of guys even bought
them, right off the wall."

Harry served the drinks. "Sometimes I think Ed would rather paint than
anything. That's why he keeps me around, to run this place."

"Well, it's a great place," Roger said. "I know we'll be back."

During dinner, which was delicious, Ed talked more about his painting,
telling them how he'd gotten started, how he got ideas for his paintings
and how frustrated he got when he couldn't paint. "Sometimes I think I'll
just sell this place and move on. I could always go to Santa Fe and live
with my brother. Maybe open a little gallery or something."

Harry chimed in, "If I had a brother as hunky as yours you can be sure I'd
be living with him. Or at least sleeping with him."

Ed laughed. "Yeah, I've always wanted to have my way with him but you know
him. So proper and brotherly."

Harry looked at Bob and Roger. "He's been here a couple of times. Mostly
wore a swim suit but I did catch him once, naked in the hot tub." He
laughed. "He's quite a man."

The next morning Bob and Roger had to leave. In the office, dressed, they
hugged Ed and Harry. Bob was surprised that Harry kissed them both and was
quite sincere in his invitation to come back. He also gave Roger his E-mail
address. "If I have any more problems I'm going to ask, if that's okay."

"Sure it is," Roger said. "I'm always happy to help. Now come on Bob or
we'll miss our plane."

Bob hugged Ed again. "If you ever do decide to sell this place, let us
know. I think I'd like being a naked innkeeper."

On the flight out of Los Angeles, going home, Bob said, "I really liked
that place. I want to come back. Soon."

Roger sipped his champagne. "Me too. The place, the town, the people. All
of it. And I'm sure we'll be welcome at Some Guys. They both seemed very
sincere asking us back."

Bob smiled and turned to Roger. "I wonder what their story is. I mean, they
said they aren't lovers but I didn't see either one of them out playing
with the guests."

"Harry told me they once played at being together but it just didn't work."
He shrugged. "Whatever works, works I guess. And maybe they want to keep a
sort of professional distance from the guests. Now, on another front, I
checked the weather report for home."

Bob covered his face with his hands. "What."

"Good news. We're having a heat wave. It was 34 yesterday and expected to
be 35 today."

Bob simply groaned and signaled the flight attendant for more champagne.

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If you liked this--or even if you didn't--please let me know. Chapter two is
in the works. Thanks for reading my story.

Greg Bowden
Jg.ps@gte.net