Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2021 22:41:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shower Equipment Chapter 1

"Shower Equipment"				by Mike Austin
						nasstop@yahoo.com


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I.

My name is Barry and my partner Tom and I made plans for a short escape
from LA to Baja. We had done the "Cabo" scene a few years ago and didn't
want to repeat the hassle, expense or frenzied pace. But after taking a
clue from a neighbor, Barry told us about two places, one with and another
without a beach, but both had charm and as yet only minimal tourismo
overrun. We booked a flight to Cabo, then rented a car to make the hour
drive north to Todos Santos and take in the artisanal and artsy town. With
many Americans visiting, even in a relaxed environment, we ended up seeing
some friends (Todd and Mitch) and made a weekend of it together, enjoying
shops, meals and more than a little Eye Candy... Todos has no beach but the
number of shirtless Latin Studs, young and not so young, made for lots of
contacts and "party" activities. Most were eager to join us in our charming
and rustic Cerritos Beach Inn Hotel, a short 15 minute drive from central
Todos, and they were happy to receive a gratuity for their company and
tourist "guide" services...We were equally happy with their "knowledge" and
"talents". As it turned out, Mitch and Todd were also booked at the
Cerritos Beach Inn and had also made some "guide" contacts who joined all
of us back at the Inn for a late night swim, meal, cervezas and fun.

Tom and I were both 35 and blonde. Mitch and Todd were 30 and 31,
respectively and both brunettes. All of us were about 6' and under 200#s
and admitted gym rats. Mitch and Todd's "guides" were Diego, who claimed to
be 25 though appeared not more than 20, was a tall surfer, caramel skin,
long surfer hair, broad flat pecs and abs that you could bounce a quarter
on. His brother Rafael was older, with the same surfer haircut, deep green
eyes and the longest eye lashes I've ever seen on a guy, with fit, ropey
arms that extended from his biceps and a handshake like a vice. Both were
about 6' tall and showed ample bulges and firm squared-off butts. Where
Diego was smooth, Rafael had a fine treasure trail that led your eyes to
that Magic Zone. The brothers immediately bonded with Mitch and Todd just
outside the "Prinz's" palapas stand that was serving iced fruit drinks;
when we first saw our pair of friends. After some small talk and intros to
Mitch and Todd's "New Friends", Rafael asked if we'd like some "company" as
well and not being shy or stodgy, Tom and I both welcomed the additional
company to help enjoy the long weekend get-a-way. We both admitted to
liking older guys like Rafael, who immediately gave us a wink and hip
thrust; raised his index finger and made a quick call. Inside of 10
minutes, Juan and Pablo appeared to join us at Prinz's and the 8 of us
began a passionate extended trip. Juan was 34 and Pablo 35, brothers and
almost twins. Both stood 6', had similar builds to Rafael, worked as
carpenters and "tourist guides". Both had that disarmingly hot set of deep
eyes that drew you into them. Neither had a trace of Indian heritage; quite
the opposite, more of an Italian heritage, when we later learned that their
Italian grandfather had come to Mexico to grow grapes and developed an
artisanal vineyard. After a few tequila fruit ades, the 8 of us made our
way from one craftshop to another. The small silver shops were gated but
during this warm Friday afternoon, welcomed shoppers with cash. Mitch and
Todd bought each other small triangles and long chains. Tom and I opted for
customized silver dog tags. Purchase offers to the 4 "guides" were declined
and we were sure they preferred cash to silver trinkets anyway. Tom had to
nudge me as I admired the way Juan and Pablo's trunks sagged just below the
smalls of their back, revealing a small patch of fur. Rafael's trunks hung
at about the same spot and all but Diego's square cut trunks revealed no
such tempting treasure. The four "guides" would interact with each other a
bit, then with their guests, then each other again throughout the
afternoon. We returned to Prinz's for late afternoon margaritas before the
subject of dinner surfaced. By this time of day, about 4pm, the mood had
shifted some to the upcoming matter of the four "guides" returning with us
to The Inn? Diego was ready to get there pronto; while Rafael, Juan and
Pablo were lower key and knew that working up the interest for the 4
Americans would be more profitable. Realizing we all couldn't fit in the
small rented SUV, we opted for a cab for the "guides" now referred to as
"guys" while the four of us led the way in the SUV. Clearly the eagerness
of the night ahead filled the cab of the SUV and we only wondered what the
mood and chatter was in the cab?

Arriving at the Cerritos Inn, Tom paid the cabby and we gathered for the
quiet entry through the lobby and to our rooms; pausing to learn the
evening fare from the owner Jim, who was seated at the check-in kiosk near
the open air dining room and bar. The menu sounded perfect and at first the
guys declined to join, we were sure their reluctance was financially
framed, but after being assured the meal was on us; they agreed
enthusiastically. Jim raised his eyes at the 4 locals we'd returned with
and while this was their off season, Tom quickly erased Jim's reluctance by
reminding Jim of the inn's additional guest fees per night. The added
revenue brought a welcoming smile and nod to the 4 guys who'd returned with
us. After all, the Inn only had 10 guest rooms, we had two of the four
downstairs on the beach that were at opposite ends of the floor. Tom asked
Jim if we could get the other adjoining room instead and he was glad to
make the change. We learned there were 2 Canadian couples booked in two of
the upstairs rooms with even more dramatic ocean views. The whitewashed
stucco exterior, palm filled open areas paved with Mexican tiles all
encouraged relaxation and peaceful enjoyment. The roar of the surf and wind
amplified the serenity. The "guys" had never been to The Inn and at first
expressed a reluctance to feel welcomed, especially when it was obvious why
they were along. The openness of the staff though and sheltered bar, pool,
dining area and entry zone and especially after Tom assured Jim of the
financial benefits, fostered a comfort level among our 4 new friends.

The four downstairs rooms each had a pair of double beds, while the four
upstairs rooms had kings. We never got to see the 2 remaining rooms and
knew nothing about their set up. Key was the cleanliness, the amenities and
service was amazing; on or off-season. And the seafood was fresh each day
from local fishermen. The wifi service was an added perk, especially being
somewhat remote. You had the sense of being invited to someone's home on
the beach, is the best description of the place. The amount of surfer flesh
only added more interest to the beach scene. I made the suggestion to Tom,
Mitch and Todd that we get some added toiletries for our new friends and
left for Jim's sundry shop for some basics. Returning, I found the guys and
Mitch and Todd finishing the relocation from their room at the opposite end
of the floor to the one adjacent to mine and Tom's; since we'd arrived and
already unpacked before heading to Todos. We joined the Canadian couples in
the bar, made all the intros and got understanding nods and soft smiles as
we introduced our four "guys" to the bunch. Mitch ordered pitchers of
frozen margaritas for everyone which promptly ushered forth more smiles and
toasts; followed by more pitchers of good stuff and a few rock and roll
songs, more than a few show tunes and a fine solo of "Danny Boy" by one of
the Canadian husbands, followed by a standing ovation all around. The fire
broiled fish, huge baked prawns, fresh fruit and vegetables began to appear
from the kitchen, as did more pitchers of margaritas, before silence
consumed the crowd, blanketed by the surf and wind, the awkward cries of
gulls and the swish swish of palm fronds. Even the staff noises seemed
snuffed out as dinner moved to a conclusion and the good nights, handshakes
and waves saw the older Canadian couples head to their rooms, leaving us 8
to entertain ourselves. Soon we were in the pool and while respectful of
the older couples upstairs, after all, they were facing the beach and away
from our pool romps and antics. The staff dissipated too undertaking their
night-end duties and soon it was just Ericka and Jim remaining at the Inn,
until almost midnight when we eight, made our ways to our respective rooms;
Diego and Rafael to Mitch and Todd's; Juan and Pablo to ours...............