Guides
				  Part 1
			      by Lex Winters

     Three days after graduation Lex Winters stood at his window
overlooking the Platte. He had already donned his khaki shirt,
his khaki shorts, and as he tied his khaki tie an alarm clock
rang. He heard a muffled "Oh, shit," from behind him, and he saw,
reflected in the glass, his roommate throw back his covers and
race to their bathroom with a truly stiff dong. Because Lex found
hardons contagious, he stiffened.
     While the roommate bathed, Lex sat at the desk to type:
     Monday, May 24 -- Yesterday morning Jerry dropped me at the
airport. Between LA and Denver I sat next to a businessman. In
Denver, while I was waiting for the Albuquerque flight, I scouted
a GLG [good-looking guy] and managed to sit in the seat next to
him. We hit it off really well. Turns out he's 21-year-old Mike
Cramer, one of the four senior guides. He arranged it so we will
be working together this first week as the older guides teach us
younger guides how to give tours.
     Here in New Mexico, another older guy, also good-looking,
picked us up. His name is Ricky Williams, and while he doesn't
have the build that Mike does he is all-over fine. Like me, Rick
seems preoccupied with sex. He asked Mike when was the last time
he'd got laid, what kind of kinky stuff the girl was into, that
kind of thing. Mike mostly ignored him.
     We got to the museum in time for dinner, and that was when I
met the other five guides, whom I will describe later on, all
except for my roommate, Jason Garber, whom I'll describe now. I
won't mention that he's a GLG because all of the seven other
guides are GLGs. Jase played small-town football and baseball so
he's got an xlnt build. He's teriffically shy unless we're
discussing sports which we did until bedtime. This morning, when
he got out of bed he had the coolest woody. He's in the bathroom
washing it now. I wonder if he's jacking it. Probably not -- he
left the door partway open.
     I am a homo waiting to happen. Last night after Jase turned
the lights out I--
     
     Before he could finish the sentence he heard Jase call out,
"Hey, Alex."
     "Call me Lex," Lex said toward the ajar bathroom door.
     "Lex, would you bring me the Denorex? Out of my kit,
please?"
     Rising, Lex pressed F3, saving the file. He crossed to the
dresser, opened Jason's shaving kit, and as he removed Jase's
Denorex he wondered why the buzz-cut teen used shampoo. He took
the bottle into the bathroom where he saw through the shower door
that Jase's hardon had shriveled, though remaining exciting. Lex
slid the shower door open, and as Jase took the bottle their
fingers touched, sending sparks to tingle Lex's inexperienced
cock.

                                 * * * * *

     This first week, with half the tourist-load they could
expect after memorial day, Lex stood in the background listening
to his awesomely built mentor lecture. Lex, Mike, and their
fifteen-person group were standing on the riverbank prior to
entering the museum; Mike was saying, "Imagine that seventy
million years ago tens of thousands of chasmosaurs -- they looked
a lot like Triceratops -- were heading north. Twenty miles from
where we're standing they came to a river much deeper and faster
than this one. To reach their summer feeding grounds they had to
cross the river, so they walked on in, just like they'd been
doing for thousands of years, but that day the spring thaws had
swollen the river more than usual. It's hard to picture exactly
what happened, but somewhere mid-river the dinosaurs got caught
by a current, and these tens of thousands of huge monsters the
size of elephants all drowned. Those of you who will be taking
the overnight expedition will see the bone-bed they created. The
rest of you will see what we've put back together here at the
museum." Mike turned and led the group up the stairs; he had a
wonderful ass.

                                 * * * * *

     Mike's tours began every hour on the hour. They lasted
forty-five minutes, producing a fifteen-minute break in between.
After the eleven-o'clock, Mike took Lex to the cafeteria where
they grabbed a sandwich and sodas. They took them outside to a
picnic table.
     Smiling, Mike asked, "So how am I doing so far?"
     "You're perfect," Lex said. "You know your material, you
have an excellent voice, and you make great eye-contact."
     Mike's smile broadened. "I'd like to make more than eye-
contact with the girl from the ten-o'clock. Do you think she
wants me inside her?"
     `Who wouldn't?' Lex thought. "Why deep up inside her," he
answered.
     Smile becoming a grin, Mike gripped Lex's forearm. "I wonder
if she's staying at the lodge."
     A telephone call coupled with Mike's vivid description
learned that her name was Melissa, that she was indeed staying at
the lodge, and when Mike connected to her room, that she would
join Mike for dinner. This mildly depressed Lex who had hoped to
eat with Mike but brought about an exciting revelation when Mike
confided between tours, "She reminds me of a girl I picked up
last year. That girl -- I can't remember her name -- she gave
sensational head. What she'd do was . . . " Mike lowered his
voice and moved closer to Lex. "What she'd do was, she'd suck on
my tip and jack my shaft." Mike's breath smelled of peppermint.
     Equally softly, Lex asked, "Did you cum in her mouth?"
     "Like a volcano," Mike said.

                                 * * * * *

     After work Mike went to pick up Melissa, and Lex hung around
the lobby till Jase finished his last tour half-hour later. They
returned to their room, and when they were standing side by side,
hanging their uniforms, Lex clandestinely studied Jase's body.
"How did your day go?" Lex asked.
     Standing on one foot, shedding a yellow sneaker, Jase braced
himself on Lex's shoulder. "Cool -- Chris is impressive."
     Impressively built, Lex reflected, much like Mike. "Did you
guys get any tips?"
     "Forty-two dollars, which we split." Jase returned to two
feet, pulled off his shorts, his briefs, and tossed the briefs in
their hamper. "I want to brush my teeth before we swim." He
entered the bathroom.
     As soon as the water went on, Lex rummaged the laundry in
search of Jase's discarded undershorts. He found them and studied
them, discovering evidence of leaked pre-sem meaning Jase too was
hot.
     Lex filed that information; while they were swimming, he
considered how he might use it. Dinner passed without an opening,
then they played video games on Lex's laptop, then Jase wanted to
shower. Since Jase might beat off if left alone, Lex followed him
and shaved while Jase washed. At exactly eleven, Jase climbed in
his bed, wearing only clean briefs. Lex turned out the light and
climbed in his own, two feet from Jase.
     River rushing in the background, Lex said, "It's so totally
dark I can't see my hand even." But I can sure feel it, he
thought as five practiced fingers squeezed his dick.
     "South Dakota is like this, where I lived anyway. Did you
live in the city?"
     Silently pulling his six stiff inches, Lex responded, "Yeah,
technically we were outside the city limits, but there were
street lights on all night -- every night. It was a nuisance,
since I shared a room with my brother." Go ahead and ask me why
it was a nuisance, Jase.
     Jase ignored the remark, rolling on his side from the sound
of things, and saying, "Good night, boy, sleep well."
     "You too," Lex sighed. The ploy had never worked with any of
his other friends either. "I'll see you tomorrow."
     Alone in the blackness Lex developed a fantasy; as his hand
pulled his meat, he imagined that he and Mike were talking sex,
with Lex asking Mike to describe the blow job again. As he
fantasized hearing Mike's answer, Lex brought his available hand
to his mouth, sticking his middle finger inside. He gripped the
second knuckle with his teeth, and he ran his tongue around the
nail. Simultaneously, he ran his thumb across his dick-knob,
causing such spectacular sensations he groaned; his hand began to
slide faster.
     Jase said, "Dude, tell me you aren't doing what it sounds
like you're doing."
     Lex gasped, "What do you care?"
     "Because it's making me horny."
     Yes! "So you do it too."
     Jase's voce conveyed disbelief, "You're serious?"
     "Yeah, I'm serious -- this is feeling so sweet -- never
thought -- never thought anything could feel this good. The time I
caught Jerry, my brother -- Uuh!"
     Jase said, "I want to hear about your brother."
     "Jerry -- I needed to piss, so I went in the bathroom without
knocking -- without knocking like I usually did. Jerry was sitting
on the toilet. He was yanking his dick and making faces -- Unh,
it's gonna happen, Jase."
     "Did you actually see your brother having an orgasm?"
     Unconsciously repeating Mike's simile, Lex answered, "Like a
volcano. He was too hot to stop. The white stuff flew out of his
dick -- I thought he was going to hit the ceiling. Oh God! This is
excellent. I'm starting to cum!"