Date: Wed, 1 Sep 2004 16:51:43 -0700
From: PSDesertGuys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Some Guys 2

Some Guys
By Greg Bowden
jg.ps@gte.net

CHAPTER TWO
In which two guys learn that sex can be a sport, too.


Dan looked up from the Sunday Times and smiled at the disheveled man who
had just come out onto the deck. He looked him over and felt that warm
contentment that he always felt when he looked at his lover. "You know
what?" he asked, pouring coffee into Paul's mug and handing it to him. "You
look like hell this morning."

"I know," Paul said as he sat across from Dan. "I didn't sleep very
well. Can I have one of those?" He pointed at a plate of chocolate chip
cookies.

 "Of course you can." Dan handed him the plate. "Paul, are you sure you're
feeling okay? You've been jumpy and quiet and a little distant all week."

"I'm okay." Paul took a bite of cookie and sipped his coffee. "It's been a
little rough at work and... Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's age."

"At thirty-four? I don't think so. And what's so bad at work? You love your
job."

Paul jumped up from the table and slammed his mug down. "Damn it, get off
my back will you Dan? I'm just having a lousy week, okay? So get off my
back and leave me alone." He went into the house, slamming the door behind
him.

Dan stared out across the valley but he wasn't seeing the city, he was
looking inward, thinking. Finally he sighed, got up and went into the house
to find Paul. He didn't have far to go; Paul was crumpled on the living
room couch, crying quietly. He sat beside him and put his arms around him,
holding him and rubbing his back. "What's the matter, baby? What's eating
at you?"

Paul sat up, wiped at his cheeks and took a deep breath. "I love you,
Dan. I really do. But... but last week... Okay," he hung his head. "Okay,
last week I cheated on you. You'll find out soon enough and... well, I
guess you should hear it from me first." He wrapped his arms around Dan and
held him close, finally moving to face him and giving him a tentative kiss.

Dan opened his mouth slightly and ran his tongue lightly along the line of
Paul's lips. Then he became insistent, prying Paul's lips apart and sliding
his tongue between them. Their tongues dueled in Paul's mouth for a little
before Paul began sucking, treating Dan's tongue like a miniature cock.

"Oh, god, I love it when you do that," Dan mumbled into Paul's mouth. He
reached down until his hand found Paul's cock. It was just beginning to
grow and Dan held it loosely in his hand, reveling in the feel of it
hardening under his touch.

Without breaking their kiss Paul gently rolled them off the couch and onto
the floor. Only when he was straddling Dan did he break their kiss. He
lifted Dan's head and held his hand out, palm up. "Spit." Paul added his
own saliva and then coated Dan's cock with the slick liquid. "I love you so
much," he crooned as he slowly sank down and took Dan inside himself.

"And I love you too, my horny little mate," Dan whispered. "Now do it. Fuck
yourself silly and make me that way too."

Paul rode him fast, bringing them both up to the brink. Then he slowed,
rocking himself back and forth on Dan's cock, keeping them both right on
the edge. When Dan reached out to touch his cock Paul intercepted and held
the hand, lightly kissing the palm. He looked down at Dan with eyes glazed
with pleasure. "If you touch me I'll blow and I'm not ready. Are you?"

Dan shook his head and smiled, breathing hard. "No. But how long do you
think you can keep us here? Pretty soon I'm going to be begging you."

Paul grinned. "For all time if I have my way. But... well, beg and you may
receive."

It turned out that Paul went first, but only by a fraction. Then they were
groaning and whimpering together, looking in each other's eyes, sending
long messages of love. When it was all over they took a shower together,
dressed and went back out on the deck.

"Coffee's cold. Want me to make a new pot?" Paul said, pouring the dregs
over the rail.

"No. I want a drink. Maybe a bloody Mary."

"I'll join you." Paul took the coffee things into the kitchen and shortly
returned with two large bloody Marys. "We didn't have any celery but what
the hell. It just takes up room in the glass anyway." He sat. "You want the
story?"

Dan thought a moment. "I don't know. Do you want to tell it?"

Paul looked down. His face serious. "I think I'd better. You're going to
hear it anyway." He held up his hand. "No, let me tell it. Then you can
yell or hit me or... Well, let me tell it.

"On my lunch hour on Tuesday I went to the gym. I did some weights and
stuff and then went into the steam room. There were a couple of guys in
there but I couldn't really see them so I just sat down. Pretty quick
another guy came in and sat next to me. I looked at him and he got
hard. Next thing I know he's down on me. After he got me I returned the
favor."

Dan smiled. "That's not so bad, now is it? A guy blows you and you blow him
back. I don't see a big guilty secret here."

"There's more. It... it's not the first time it's happened. Worse, I think
one of our friends saw it happen."

"Who?"

"Stan. I went into the showers and he came and took the one next to me. He
smiled and said, `Nice show. Was it good?' I just nodded and got out of
there." He looked at Dan. "I know, he's a gossip and I just know he can't
wait to tell you what he saw." He hung his head again. "I'm sorry, Dan. I'm
really sorry."

Dan smiled and put his hand under Paul's chin, lifting it until their eyes
met. "Sorry for the blow job given, the one received or for Stan seeing
it?"

Paul's eyes turned defiant for a moment, then softened. "I guess for Stan
seeing. Dan, the cock sucking didn't mean anything! I mean, I don't even
know who the boy was. All I know is he gave good head and had a nice
dick. That's all."

"There have been others?"

Paul nodded. "Yea. Some. Mostly at the gym, one or two in the men's room at
work."

Dan gave him a long look. "Okay, now tell me something. Did you ever turn
me down after one of these little sessions? I mean, did they ever keep you
from having sex with me?"

"Oh god no, babe. I think they made me hornier for you."

"Then no problem. Well, maybe one."

"Stan?"

Dan nodded. "Yea. But that can be fixed. You got anything on for Wednesday
evening?"

"Let me check." Paul went inside and came back looking through his little
appointment book. "Nothing."

Dan reached for the phone, "I think we'll have a little dinner party. An
intimate little foursome." He dialed. "Stanley? It's Dan. You and Bill
available for dinner on Wednesday?" He nodded and smiled at
Paul. "Good. Come to us, about seven. Just you guys, we haven't seen you
for a while." He smiled and said good-by. "Well," he said, looking at Paul,
"he can tell me then."

Later that afternoon while they were pruning some trees on the hillside
Paul's curiosity got the best of him. "Have you ever... you know, strayed?"

Dan looked up from the pile of branches he was tying and smiled. "They
don't do that at the company gym."

"Come on. There's other places."

"In our eight years together, no. But before you dub me a saint, I don't
think I've had any real opportunity." He stared into the distance. "I'd
probably have done it though, given the chance. And the right good looking
man."

Paul dropped out of the tree and put on his best smile. "Like me?"

Dan reached out and groped him. "Yeah, like you. How do you start? Just
walk up and say, `You want to fuck, guy?'"

"That'll do. Come on. The trees will wait."

The dinner with Stan and Bill was actually very pleasant. They made it very
informal, sitting on the deck with rare steaks, oven fries and
salad. Stanley, of course, had lots of gossip about mutual friends, none of
it vicious, all of it entertaining. Over coffee and vanilla ice cream
Stanley asked Dan why he never saw him at the gym.

"Oh, well, we have a gym at the office and since it's free I go there."

"And stuffy too, I imagine. You really ought to come to ours. Lots of
fun. We see Paul there once in a while."

Dan smiled. "Yeah, he told me about running into you last week. Who were
you with?"

"My husband, here. We go together a lot. There's nothing like a hard
workout followed by a hard workout."

Bill looked across at Paul. "Mario, that kid you were playing with? He's
got a body and a half, doesn't he."

"Yeah," Stanley chimed in. "We've been trying to get in his pants for
months now and then you wander in and BAM, he's down on you. Next time, put
in a good word for us, huh?"

"Wait a minute." Dave held up his hand. "You guys play around? Together?"

Stanley slapped his hand to his mouth. "Oh my god. Did we..." He looked
from Dave to Paul and back again. "Oh, please forgive us if we said
something we shouldn't have. Please. We just thought... Well, seeing Paul
and... Oh god."

Dave, seeing that Stanley was genuinely upset, was quick to step in. "No,
no. Not at all. It's just that we... Well we're kind of new at this sort of
thing. Playing around I mean. We just sort of decided it might be fun but
we're... Not very good at it."

Bill got up and went around to Paul's chair, putting his hands on his
shoulder. "Hey man, if I let a cat out of a bag or anything, I'm sorry. I
really didn't mean to. We just thought you guys played around like we do."
He massaged Paul's shoulders a little and then kissed him lightly on the
top of the head before going back to his seat.

"Oh my dear," Stanley said, pushing his coffee away, "I am in need of a
drink."

"Coming up." Paul stood and began gathering the cups and bowls. Dave helped
and as they walked into the kitchen called over his shoulder, "Scotch and
soda, right?"

In the kitchen Paul poured the drinks while Dave put the dishes in the
washer. "They're the last guys I would've thought played around. Hell,
they've been together what? Twelve, fourteen years?"

Dave looked up. "Longer. Make mine a double."

Back at the table they looked at each other and then all began talking at
once. Stanley held up his hand and said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute. Let
me start. If we've, as Billy said, let some sort of cat out of a bag, we're
really sorry." Dave started to say something but Stan held up his hand
again. "No. Wait. Let me finish. We're sorry but maybe it's for the
best. You have to get this kind of thing out into the light or it festers
and makes you sick."

Dave shook his head. "No Stan, you guys didn't let any cats out of any
bags. Paul told me about his little encounter with the guy in the steam
room and it's no big deal. The big deal is I think it sounds like fun and
we have to figure out how we're going to handle it." He looked around the
table. "Now it comes out that you guys play around and I'm hoping we can
learn something from your experience."

Stanley grinned. "Experience. Now that we got."

Paul looked over at Bill. "How did you guys get started? I mean, playing
around."

Bill shrugged. "I don't know. It was a long time ago." He thought for a
moment. "Stan, was it that guy on the beach that time? The one up in the
dunes that blew us?"

Stan cocked his head and smiled. "I think it was, Billy. I'd forgotten
about that but yeah, I think he was what broke the ice." He turned to
Dave. "We weren't together but a couple of years. We went to that beach
north of Malibu, the one that used to have all the dunes? Anyway, I went
back into the dunes to pee and found this pretty little guy lying in the
sun. Naked. I looked, he looked, I walked over and he blew me. Just like
that, not a word spoken."

Bill took up the story. "When Stan came back I decided I had to pee. I went
up into the dunes and bingo, it happened to me, too. I was a little nicer
about it though, and returned the favor. Then..."

Stanley began to giggle. "Let me tell it. By the time Billy came out of the
dunes he'd been gone long enough that I figured he ran into the boy too and
I decided maybe we needed to talk about it. But not there, you know? At
home, later. Well, thirty minutes later dune-boy comes trudging out of his
lair, walks right up to us and asks us if we want to go home with him and
do it again!"

"So," Bill chimed in, "we said `yes'. Just like that. We had a great time
with him and have been playing ever since. When we get the chance."

"Which isn't nearly as often as it used to be when we were younger,"
Stanley added.

Paul drained his glass. "Just like that? No worries about... about
anything?"

Stanley looked at Bill. "Too easy? No, I don't think so." He turned to
Dave. "I guess we talked about it when we got home. We both liked it, no
big deal. Oh, I suppose we made up some sort of rules as we went along but
nothing very important." He held his glass out to Paul. "If you're
pouring?"

Paul took the glass and said, "Okay, but talk about something else while
I'm gone. I don't want to miss anything." He picked up the other's glasses
and went into the kitchen. When he returned the other three had their hands
firmly over their mouths.

When the drinks had been distributed Dave asked, "What kind of rules?"

Stanley shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Do we have rules Billy?"

"A couple I guess. Like, stay away from the needful ones. The ones who are
going to think they've fallen in love at first lick."

"Yeah," Stanley said to Paul and Dave. "That's why we mostly do it together
and with other couples when we can. Then everyone seems to know it's just
for fun. Have you guys..."

Dave answered first. "No. I think because we don't know where to find it
and how to... Approach it?"

Stanley laughed and looked at Bill. "How `bout we send them to Some Guys?
That'll show them how it's done."

"Good idea. Here, I think I've got the number in my phone." He pulled out
his phone and punched a few buttons. "You guys busy this weekend?"

Paul and Dave looked at each other, sending a message back and
forth. Finally Dave spoke up. "Uh, no. No. All we have planned is more tree
pruning. I guess that can wait."

Bill talked on the phone for a few minutes, nodded and hung up. "Well,
you're in guys. Friday, Saturday and Sunday. As our guests."

And so, armed with maps from the Internet, a shaving kit and a change of
clothes, Dave and Paul set off for Some Guys early Friday afternoon. They
had very little idea of what to expect and more than a little anxiety about
it but they were determined.

They found the place with no problem and, as they entered the office, ran
into two surprises. The first was Ed, the naked innkeeper, who welcomed
them and checked them in. The second was Harry.

Harry was in his mid thirties, tall--maybe six-five--with green eyes, buzz
cut hair and he wore a thick mat of almost white 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 it
framed an impressive uncut dick and large, low hanging balls.

Ed laughed when he introduced them and said, "Yeah, this here's Harry. It's
his name too. Harry, this is Dave and Paul. They're in Four. You want to
give them the tour when they get settled in?"

Harry led them down the walk, past the picnic area to their room. "You got
one of the bigger ones," he said as he let them into it. "It's one of two
we laughingly call suites. See?" He pointed at an arch. "You even have a
little kitchen and, over there, an actual bedroom. The bathroom's not much
but the shower will accommodate a small crowd." He laughed. "Really. I
know."

Dave looked around and said, "Nice. Thanks."

Harry showed them how the air conditioning worked, checked the towels, and
pointed out the extra linins. Then he looked at them and said, "You want
the tour now? It isn't much but Ed thinks it's nice for new guys." When
they said they did he looked pointedly at them. "You going like that? Or
shall I step outside while you get naked?"

A look passed between Dave and Paul and Dave nodded. "Neither." They
proceeded to take their clothes off and hang them in the closet. When they
were down to just a pair of flip-flops Dave looked at Paul and
chuckled. "We'd better get going before he really gets up."

"Well, I can't help it. Being naked with naked guys does that to me."

Harry laughed. "Happens to most guys their first time here. Don't worry
about it though. You'll find yourself fitting right it. Now come on."

He showed them the picnic area and told them that wine and cheese would be
out before long and they would meet most of the other guests then. They
went on to a little grove of trees with a couple of lounges in it. "More
private than the pool area," he said, cryptically.

At the Jacuzzi Harry said, "Great place to relax after dinner. If you bring
wine or a drink be careful and, of course, plastic containers, always." The
sun deck was empty but there were four or five guys in the TV room, all
busy with each other.

"That's the tour," Harry said outside the TV room. "I have some stuff to do
so I'll see you later." He looked at the door to the TV room. "Feel free to
go on in and join the boys. I'm sure you'd be welcome." He looked them up
and down. "More than welcome."

In the end they decided not to and went for a swim instead. Paul became
really hard as soon as he hit the water. "I love to swim naked," he said to
Dave, "but it always does this to me."

Dave put his arms around Paul. "Can I take care of that for you, Stud? Say
over there in those trees?"

Paul kissed him and said, "Yeah, you can take care of it. If you don't mind
walking across the lawn with a guy with a hard-on."

In the trees Paul sat back on one of the lounges and Dave crawled in
between his legs. When he had Paul's dick in his mouth they both heard the
sound of a very quiet cough. Dave pulled off and turned to see a man
standing by one of the trees watching them. The man nodded and took his
cock in his hand. He began slowly jacking it, watching Dave and Paul. Well,
what the hell, Dave thought and went back down on Paul.

Being watched brought Paul up fast. Dave kept him on his edge for a while
but it quickly became a loosing battle. When Paul came Dave took his mouth
off and let the cum spurt where it might. After the first couple of shots
he jacked Paul's dick, making his orgasm last.

The man standing by the tree came forward and stood beside them, jacking
his cock a little faster. Dave rolled over, resting his head in Paul's
crotch and took hold of his own dick. The man nodded again, reached out and
wiped up a pool of cum on Paul's belly. Then he made a fist and slowly
pushed his cock into it. He began to shake a little and his breathing
became very ragged. When his cock emerged on the other side of the fist it
let go and the man held it so his cum shot directly on Dave's balls and
dick. That brought Dave off. Dave didn't have the presence of mind to aim
but a couple of lucky shots did hit the man in the belly.

When it was over the man grinned and said, "Thanks. That was fun." He
turned and wandered off toward the pool showers.

 "My god," Paul said quietly, "that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Yeah," Dave said as he turned his head. "It was." He took Paul's dick into
his mouth and Paul surprised them both by immediately coming again.

Later, after a shower and a short nap they went out to the picnic area and
enjoyed a glass of very good wine and some cheese. Ed asked them if they
were finding everything they needed. Dave rolled his eyes and nodded. "More
than we could ever hope for."

They met several of the other guests too, including Ralph, the man who had
masturbated with them. Everyone was very pleasant and it seemed most of
them had been to the resort before.

They had dinner at a place Ed recommended and then took a walk around the
town. At ten-thirty they were back in their room at Some Guys. Someone,
probably Harry, had put a bottle of white wine in an ice filled cooler next
to their bed and turned down the bed.

"You tired or would you like some wine?" Paul asked.

"Wine, I think," Dave answered. "Let's take it out and sit by the pool."

Paul found some plastic glasses in the kitchen and poured them each a
generous portion. He grinned when he handed Dave his. "We going clothed or
naked?"

Dave grinned back. "I don't think they let you sit by the pool with clothes
on so I guess we have to go naked."

There were several other guys around the pool when they got there. After a
few minutes a man walked up, dropped his towel and dived in. He surfaced,
swam around and got out, easing himself into the lounge next to Dave and
asked, "You been in the hot tub yet?"

Dave shook his head.

"You should go. Nice crowd. Friendly guys." The man fingered his cock and
then tugged at it, stretching it out. "Very friendly."

Dave looked at Paul who said, "Hey, let's check it out."

Harry had told them that the hot tub held eight or ten guys but there were
easily fifteen when they got there. Nonetheless they waded in. Hands were
everywhere, touching, stroking, fondling. They glanced at each other and
Dave mouthed the words "what the hell" and put his hand on the nearest
dick. Paul did the same and grinned as a hand cupped his balls.

They made their way around the tub until they found a place to sit. Once
they were situated a tall blond guy managed to wedge in between them. "Good
time, huh? I'm Bob."

"Yeah," Paul said, running his hand up the inside of the guy's thigh. "Good
crowd." When his hand encountered balls he smiled. "Hi, Bob"

In the meantime, Dave found a hand on his dick, holding it loosely. He
turned and Paul said, "This is Bob."

"Hi." Bob leaned in and kissed Dave. "Nice dick."

Dave put his hand on Bob's chest and let it slip down until he found Bob's
dick. He also found Paul's hand. They played for a while, kissing and
exploring each other's bodies until Bob said he was too warm and had to sit
up on the side to cool off for a while. When he did Dave went down on him
while Paul licked at his balls. Pretty soon they were both on his dick,
kissing each other around it and making him groan with pleasure.

A new guy kneeled behind Bob and reached around him, playing with his
nipples. Bob wedged his head back and kissed the guy, growling his pleasure
into his mouth. Paul took Bob's balls into his hand and squeezed them
lightly. That did it. Bob let out a loud groan and a guy who was playing
with Dave's cock put his mouth over Bob's dick just as he began to
shoot. It amounted to a three way kiss on Bob's dick and they all took
pleasure in it.

When Bob slipped back into the water a couple of guys ganged up an Dave and
Paul, lifting them both up on the side of the hot tub and going down on
them. Dave and Paul were sucking on each other's tongues when they came,
almost at the same time.

They went back to the pool then and laid on some pillows, watching the
stars. After a while Dave kissed Paul and asked him if he was having a good
time.

"Yeah, I am. You?"

"Same. You feeling guilty about any of it?"

Paul rolled up on his elbow. "No. We're doing it together so there's
nothing to hide, nothing to feel guilty about. It's just... Well, it's just
sex for the sake of sex. It's not like when we do it."

"Sure it is, sometimes. We've been known to have sex just for the fun of
it. Or because we were horny and wanted to get off. But you're right. It's
pure sex for pure fun with none of the emotional overtones." They kissed
until they were both hard. "You want to go in? Have a shower and bed?"

Paul nodded. "Okay. But I think I want some emotional overtones this time."

They slept late the next day and, after a really nourishing breakfast of
donuts, coffee and corn chips, spent much of the day by the pool, watching
the other guests. When hunger won out over naked men they asked Ed for a
recommendation and he sent them off to a place with a shaded patio in a
cool garden. There they dined on Palm Springs' favorite lunch: hamburgers
and martinis.

Back at Some Guys, after a brief—and nonsexual—nap they went for a swim. In
the pool they got to fooling around with a couple of older guys who loved
kissing and touching. One of them—he said his name was Dan—was very taken
with Dave's balls. He kept fondling them and holding them, even ducking
under water to suck them. Dave was loving it and the more the man played
with his balls the more sensitive they became.

Paul was having a good time too, playing with both the other guy's
cocks. Dan had a long foreskin which covered the head of his dick even when
he was hard and Paul was enjoying rolling it back and forth. John, the
other man had a fairly large dick, unique in that it was much thicker in
the middle than at the base or head. He began to wonder what it would be
like having it inside him with that thick middle pushing in and pulling out
of him.

After a while Dan said, "I just gotta get those balls in my mouth. Come on,
lets go up on the sundeck."

John and Dan got out of the pool, their hard dicks flopping out in front of
them. Dave and Paul were a little more inhibited but finally decided they
couldn't wait. And after all, they had seen a lot of hard or almost hard
dicks around the pool. They got out, toweled off and followed the men up to
the sundeck.

There were three other guys up on the sundeck, one who was pretending to be
asleep but who was really watching the other two. Those two were sitting
across from each other, watching each other jack-off very slowly.

Dan laid down on a mat, on his back, and gestured Dave to straddle
him. Dave squatted down on his chest and worked his way up to Dan's head,
dragging his balls slowly over the fir on his chest. When he reached Dan's
head he neatly dropped them on Dan's lips. Dan groaned and began sucking on
them, taking first one and then the other in his mouth. Dave's cock, which
hadn't gone completely soft, thrust up into full bloom. John quickly got on
his knees and took Dave's cock in his mouth and slowly deep throated it.

Dan never had gone soft but with Dave's balls in his mouth his dick stood
up like it was made of steel. Paul pushed his legs apart, kneeled and took
it in his mouth. It was big and, when Paul slid the foreskin back, very
sensitive. Dan moaned louder as Paul licked around the head and then took
it in until his mustache was tangled in Dan's pubic hair.

Dave's wasn't sure he could stand it all, his balls being sucked and licked
while his dick was deep in someone's throat. He closed his eyes and rocked
back and forth, lost in the sensations.

Dan was lost too, with Dave's big balls on his lips and someone, he assumed
it was Dave's friend Paul, sucking on him and running his tongue around
under his foreskin. He looked up at John, sucking on Dave's big dick,
caught his eye and winked at him. John winked back.

With everything going on there was no way they could control it or even
attempt to make it last. They simply let it happen. Dan let go first,
growling and shooting into Paul's mouth, bucking so much that Paul had to
hold him down. Then Dave let out a loud groan. John pulled off him just as
he fired his first shot and it hit the pretend sleeper, who was clearly
watching now and jacking his own cock. John went back down on Dave and took
the rest in his mouth.

When it was over Dave stood and milked himself down. Dan rolled off the
mat, stood and gave Dave a long kiss. John looked at Paul, still on his
knees. He reached into a bowl and held up a condom. Paul nodded and
straightened up, thrusting his dick out. John tore the packet open and
unrolled the condom on to Paul. He smeared some lube on it and then leaned
in and kissed Paul. "Fast and hard, okay?"

He turned and Paul took him doggy style, thrusting into him all the way and
them fucking him with long, fast strokes, sometimes pulling all the way out
of him and then slamming back in. He took to slapping him on the ass
cheeks, too, with each inward thrust.

Dave crawled under John and took his dick into his mouth. He didn't suck on
it, he just let it be in his mouth, surrounding it with wet warmth. It was
a very nice dick and he liked the feel of it in his mouth but he didn't get
to savor it for long. Paul was grunting and John was whimpering and then
there was that last loud slap and Paul went rigid, forcing his dick as far
into John as he could as he came.

John, for his part, did the opposite. He relaxed, let his head drop into
Dave's crotch and let out a long sigh. Then he came. And came, and
came. Dave's mouth filled with cum faster than Dave could swallow and
pretty soon it was running out the side of his mouth and dripping onto the
floor.

Dan put his hand on Paul's ass, keeping him inside John. Paul could feel
John's contractions and knew he was still coming so he began to thrust into
John again, short, slow strokes this time. He looked around and saw that
they had attracted a bit of a crowd. He grinned at the guys who had been
watching each other jack-off. They both had small white puddles on their
bellies.

Finally, John shook his head, kissed Dave on the dick and began to
straighten up. Paul allowed himself to slip out of him, turned him and took
him in his arms. John smiled and kissed him. "Thanks, Stud. That was
delicious."

They all four walked down to the showers beside the pool. As they got there
Dave began to giggle. "Do you always walk around wearing a half filled
rubber?" he said, pointing at Paul's dick. They all looked and sure enough,
Paul had completely forgotten about the condom.

The rest of the weekend passed in a haze of love making, lying around the
pool and sex with anyone they got their hands on. By Monday noon they were
exhausted, happy and on their way back to Los Angeles.

"That was some weekend," Paul said when they were on the freeway. "We going
to do it again sometime?"

"I think so. It's better than feeling guilty because you've been with some
guy and sex certainly is great recreation."

Paul laughed. "I wonder if we'll ever run into Stanley and Bill at Some
Guys?"

"You know, that might just prove to be a lot of fun. I've always wanted to
see those guys naked."

"More like you've always wanted to get in their pants."

"That too. That too."

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Thanks to all the guys who sent comments on Chapter One. I think this may
go on for a while, Chapter Three is already in the works.

Comments, criticism or just shooting the breeze are always appreciated. I
try to answer every E-mail I get.

Greg Bowden
jg.ps@gte.net