Chapter 15.
The next day we drove to the airport and attempted to reconstruct the entire mission on the computer, we worked together to make one version of how we rescued McKenzie, including our discussions about destroying their compound. We had no idea how many people were killed but judging by video from the spiders they had a nighttime staff of three armed men. To them it really was just a business we jokingly called Crime Incorporated. Most of their activities were illegal in every country they operated and this group had their tentacles spread deeply across North America and the Caribbean. We didn't know everything they were into but extortion and kidnapping appeared new to them. David recalled the Sinaloa cartel originally formed in the 1920s to control heroin and cocaine production, and delivery into the United States and Canada.
All we did was blow its head off but I doubt it died. Hopefully Mexico took advantage and used their army to invade Sinaloa and retake control (or maybe they didn't want to). If we we'd stayed in the barn another day we could have blasted them during the day when all the head guys were in their offices, but we had a strict timeline to meet. At three miles away I thought we'd be safe from the plasma ball (unless the barn collapsed), but they'd all be reduced to dust in less than one second. Not even bones, rock, or steel survived that weapon. Just once I'd like to see what the blast looked like at full power. They told us it created a yellowish-white plasma ball for about half a second, so it was not a blast weapon it was a heat weapon.
In a conference with Captain Johnson and a Pentagon rep they told us more about McKenzie. She was being groomed for a possible run for the US Presidency (in 2032) after two terms as a US Congressman from Nevada, but she needed to finish law school and pass the bar first. They also said she would be under a higher level of protection from now on. David and I hoped for her sake she learned that security wasn't something you purchased, it was a lifestyle. David also whispered that he wondered if she knew all the wonderful things they had planned for her future. It looked bad when we suddenly snickered during a meeting, it also made us look crazy to people in a meeting that didn't know about Whispernet.
During the meeting David got a text that we were scheduled to receive a special delivery tomorrow we needed to be home with IDs to sign for the delivery. We were to receive one payment, tax free, of ten million bucks in non-sequential one hundred dollar bills, in tightly shrink wrapped bundles. David said we'd have to put it on the closet floor, it would be too heavy for the closet shelf. All combined this reward money would boost our savings to over twenty three mil, more than enough to retire at age thirty one!
I hoped none of our neighbors were home when the armored car stopped at our house.
Two days after the reward was delivered we got a registered letter from Washington inviting us to meet Congressman Grimm and to stay for a special dinner. We declined the award (since it would only jeopardize our safety) and the private dinner party afterwards.
In fact we spent that time online looking at houses near Vidor, Texas and commercial real estate too. We searched for all music stores within one hundred miles. We also looked up AM radio stations for sale anywhere in southern Louisiana or southeastern Texas near the gulf coast. David also called his mother in Texas City to see if we could stop by for a brief visit.
His parents were hurt by his decision (in college) to tell the world he preferred sex with men. Today, his mother was a librarian and his dad owned an electrical construction business he wanted to sell so he could start a new business working from home. His parents were humiliated by his coming out and never got over it. They were even asked to leave their church after twenty years of full membership.
Twenty days went by with no alerts, so we worked on physical fitness and endurance training. Every day David announced how many more days until vacation. Four days the first week we met with other people from our office and did an early morning run down Convair Road to Continental Drive, and around to Boeing Drive then back to the airport. We were almost the only ones in our office that were not active duty military, so fitness was a requirement for them anyway.
We flew from Biggs Airfield to a three-day meeting in Nevada about the design of a next generation equipment case for our service. The DOD wanted to phase out the high-impact black plastic case because it attracted unwanted attention. They said a (smaller) backpack design would become possible due to the new requirement that all shoulder fired weapons used one telescoping launcher, and be compatible with our forearm data units, starting next year.
When we went to the conference I demonstrated how straps could be attached to the existing case so it could be carried by the shoulders, thereby freeing one hand and improving line of sight with comms satellites too. Shoulder straps could be installed until the new cases came out next year. We were told we were not allowed to modify the case ourselves. But David thought we might be able to find a backpack it fit inside without modifying the case itself, just how it was carried.
During one of the presentations the speaker said that since our service started six people died (executed) after examining the contents of cases despite being repeatedly warned not to proceed. Most of those deaths were poorly trained police and TSA officers. The belief that was common in our service was the appearance of the case was too tempting for certain personality types to resist.
When our service first launched in 2009 the earliest cases had a metallic exterior with shiny chrome corners and edges with aluminum plates on the flat sides. They discovered the fancier metal exteriors were ten times more likely to attract unwanted attention so they switched all of them to a black, matte finish high-impact camera case that looked less valuable. The new case rarely aroused suspicion because it looked cheap. They hoped the backpack type case would be even less attractive. In one of our meetings I suggested we make the new version pink with a large Hello Kitty face on the lid, with a pink ribbon near her ear. It would be too embarrassing for stupid police types to touch, and they were the ones most likely to die trying.
Our vacation time officially started Monday morning. I was looking forward to a vacation where we could be as gay and drunk as we wanted and everyone around us would feel the same way.
We spent the rest of the week getting re-stocked and the electronics tested. The kidnapping mission was the longest we've gone with the case powered-on. As always our comms gear all worked flawlessly. Although I never put it in our report I regretted that I never tested comms inside the submarine. Neither of us even knew if we submerged much on the way to Rocky Point or if we stayed on the surface with clearance lights on, since that was clearly not a secret submarine. Was there a risk of colliding with whales on the gulf or did they stay far away from submerged subs?
It took us two nine-hour days to get our rescue mission report typed and edited to be as accurate as possible. Captain Johnson heard about the invitations to Washington we declined, he said we did not make any friends in the Capital doing that. We asked the boss to explain concerns over personal security as the reason we declined, the next time he went to the House Office Building. We did not want any chance that our names would be associated with the destruction of the Sinaloa fortress.
Our case was returned at 11:15am on Friday so we left work at noon. Before we went home we drove to a sex toy store over on East Montana Avenue and purchased some very skimpy black swim suits, they looked like something from high school except these were tight as paint and hid nothing. I had David try his on in the store and got on my knees and had him slowly turn around so I could inspect the fit and partial transparency of the nylon weave.
The suits had elastic bands around the legs and the waist. The body of the suit fit so tight I could clearly see the shape and size of his dick, yet it felt comfortable and had complete flexibility, plus it never bunched up or got stuck in your crack. On David we'd need to shave the top inch or two off his bush so they didn't show, which would not look good.
While he stood in front of the fitting room in the store several guys walked by and closely checked him out, but David was proud of how he looked. I reached inside his suit to experiment with which looked better, dick beside his nuts or off to the side. One of the sales girls walked up when I had my hand in his suit moving his dick, we ignored her at first, but David said we'd like two in each size. His was one size larger than mine. The suits cost $25 each, which was the sale price.
Friday afternoon we got our luggage out and packed for five nights in Palm Springs at the biggest and newest gay men's hotel in North America. We took a flight out of El Paso to Las Vegas then in the same airplane to Palm Springs on Saturday afternoon. The resort was 1.2 miles west of the airport at the corner of South Greenfall Road at Ramon Road.
We brought our black case along because it wasn't a good idea to leave it at home, plus we sort of liked the super powers it bestowed upon us. Going through airport security was seldom a problem, but if one of them decided he had to inspect the contents of the case we were trained to use a specific phrase that alerted them the case was a military secret and could be x-rayed but never opened. If anyone opened and inspected the contents we were required to take photos and record their names.
If they un-latched the locks but never lifted the lid, just enough to swab for explosives was usually overlooked. If the lid was opened to examine the contents it always resulted in the agent losing their job. If they closely examined or touched the contents (after being warned) it usually resulted in the accidental death of that person within 48 hours.
Although it never happened to us we read about one in Rochester, New York where two TSA officers died within 24 hours of opening and unpacking another team's case despite repeated warnings. And last year there was a patrol officer in South Carolina that died in a home fire (30 hours) after confiscating a case and weapon from an agent in our service during a traffic stop. I think the DOD felt that after multiple warnings and they still opened the case then their DNA needed to be removed from the US gene pool. This happened on average once a year in our service. Supposedly, all police, fire, EMS, DHS, FBI, and other agencies were trained about our cases and how they were to be handled.
"I am required to warn you that this case contains protected military equipment and is the property of the US Department of Defense. If you take control of it or detain me for any reason your life will end within 48 hours, along with anyone else involved."
The most common way to kill a person that violated the case was the use of a small missile fired from a Predator drone at their vehicle or walking outside. It was often reported as a natural gas pipe explosion, a vehicle explosion, or some other unexplained event. The blasts were always very localized. They've taken out people walking to their car in a mall parking lot. The people they warned never expected attack from the sky so they never saw it coming.
As usual, in the hotel lobby he did the check-in and put down three thousand dollars in cash as a deposit (because we didn't want to create a credit card transaction) on our bill while I sat on an overstuffed sofa keeping an eagle eye on our luggage (4 pieces) which sat on a brass cart near the main desk.
The desk lady said their bellboy just left on a bathroom break, we could wait in the lobby. We carried our luggage to the elevator then to our room. We'd already carried them across two airports, let the poor bellboy pee in peace.
Up to the fifth floor, out the elevator, turn right and halfway down the hallway was room 505. It was supposed to be the Queen's Suite, which was sort of a pun but it should have included a tiara to wear on the pool deck. The room was impressive (and $450 a night), it was big and very clean. David immediately liked the absence of carpet. This resort was only a couple years old, I think there used to be an apartment complex on this corner but they had a big fire.
We opened the balcony doors and stepped outside past the hot tub to the railing and looked down on the lush green pool, patio, hot tubs, and their famous (notorious) Garden Walk. I nearly got turned on counting the naked guys on recliners soaking up the sun around the pool. Once you stepped outside the building the entire outdoor portion was clothing optional, boys with penises only.
I leaned against the railing, David watched my intense downward stare wondering what the hell was going on in my mind. I smiled and looked at him and his eyebrows relaxed and I told him, "Fifteen."
"Fifteen what?" He asked with a puzzled look that hid his slight grin.
"Fifteen dicks, I counted `em." He smiled and chuckled and said, "Oh thanks! Now I'm hungry, you hungry?" It was nearly time for lunch and we had at least two choices nearby, but we couldn't see the delicatessen from our balcony.
"Is there a room service menu?" I asked. David walked back inside and looked for a menu. He pulled out a laminated sheet and fell backwards on the bed to read our lunch choices. After repeating the head count I walked back inside and gently landed beside him. I lifted his polo shirt, kissed his tummy, and tasted his flesh while he read the menu. My mind recalled the day we spent in a cheap motel in Arizona and the hours I spent with him in my mouth. I hoped for a repeat of that day here in Palm Springs.
"What about this one? Meatloaf special, four slices, with three sides for fifteen bucks, drinks extra, we can split it." His tummy wiggled as he spoke.
"Sounds groovy, I'd like onion rings and coleslaw as sides."
David stared at the menu then said he'd pick steamed broccoli as the third side, so he rolled over and grabbed the phone. While he was ordering I reminded him to tell them the broccoli should be cooked, not raw and warm. While he was on the phone I pulled his pants down and rubbed my face side to side on his baby soft butt cheek. I regularly teased David for having embarrassingly soft butt cheeks.
They said it would be half an hour. So we showered together and got into our suits and sat in the hot tub to wait for the knock on the door with our lunch. David said he hoped they sent a lot of catsup.
Fifty minutes later after a knock on the door we yelled "Come on in!" He pushed a brass cart covered in white linen with chrome covers over the plates. He brought us four small glass bowls full of house-made catsup which looked thick and wonderful. And we also got two sweaty cold bottles of water and four linen napkins.
We tipped the room service guy as he set our plates on the table beside the hot tub and we chowed down.
The guy looked like he was in his thirties, was trim but not the nicest looking Hispanic guy. His English was decent and he had a nice smile, but the important part was he brought a ton of catsup. He said the tomatoes were locally grown.
Since we liked to do silly romantic stuff we took turns forking food off the plate and feeding each other. He wiped my mouth then I did his. I really liked being able to sit in the hot tub and be fed by my shirtless husband, I kept my eyes on his large flat tits as the food came towards my mouth.
An hour later we put our case on the folding stand in the closet, draped a bath towel over it, and set my suitcase on top. Then we grabbed our hotel beach towels, left our phones on the chargers, and went downstairs to the pool deck with some tan lotion. We reserved two recliners and took off our suits and hiked the Garden Walk, we both wanted to tour it the first time in the daylight. We held hands the entire way.
The Garden Walk was the main attraction at this resort, we overheard several guys call it the `G-Dub' so we did too. A sign said it was five hundred feet long and constantly turned like a maze. It had a four foot wide compacted gravel walkway with concrete benches scattered along its length or sometimes set back in the trees for varying degrees of isolation with room for spectators.
The design of the walkway created twenty small areas where guys could gather and do whatever they wanted. They even had decorative water fountains and played recorded nature sounds as if we were in the Darien Gap.
In two of the areas we saw canvas slings hung on chains. They had steel frames above each one to support them in an open position. They were designed to be used in almost any body position and were strong enough for two men, the sign said the weight capacity was 450 pounds. As we admired the steel frame David looked at me, smiled, and said that he really liked being a boy. I mumbled back, `me too.' While we stood there looking at the hardware I reached my arm over his shoulder and strummed his left tit so he knew I was still hungry.
We saw signs posted in three places reminding visitors that exposing others with an active STD infection was a felony in the state of California. It also reminded us that glass containers and recorders of any type were verboten on the Garden Walk (you lose your room and got expelled from the resort). Beer in cans was allowed and sold at a hot dog cart near the pool.
Further down the walk we saw two places with padded square platforms, three foot square, like a large footstool to perform on. There was an arm above each pedestal with small LED spotlights as if it was a stage. They had diagrams on the wall that suggested lying on your back and allowing people to pass by and feel your skin or drop a dick into your mouth, or climb on top and put on a show. Anyone was welcome to climb-on and wank in front of a potential audience, they seemed to attract guys that were able to spurt lots of semen.
And in two places they had divided booths where someone walked in on one side and put it through a large hole and on the other side someone on his knees anonymously sucked or stroked dicks. No matter where you were on the G-Dub you were never far from the sound and energy of someone moments from an orgasm.
As we got near the end of the walkway I was hard and it was getting uncomfortable being erect for so long, David chuckled at me but he had the same problem. Back on the pool deck we climbed down the ladder into the deep end and just like in San Diego we hung on the side and rubbed flesh and whispered to each other stuff we'd like to do after the sun went down. The GW and sex was all we talked about. David floated on his back briefly with his erection hovering above his tummy, I think half the guys outside glanced at it.
I reminded him this was the same stuff we were doing when we met Rudy, and he winked at me.
We ended up swimming laps then got out to lie in the sun after getting buttered up. David never liked putting suntan lotion on our dicks because it meant you had to scrub it off before you could lick it again, which meant delayed gratification, which was what we came here to avoid.
We used the pool shower then got in the hot tub, which was in-ground and big enough for about twenty guys seated elbow to elbow, there were two in it already when we stepped down along the chrome railing and sat across from the others. Everyone introduced themselves. The topic of conversation was movie actors we'd love to get naked with.
It turned out the two other guys (looked like they were in their late 40s) were from Canada. One of them said he'd do it with Johnny Depp, and his partner said he'd love to spend the night with YouTube teen singer Ricky Garcia (now over 21yrs old). David surprised me when he said one of his choices might be Timothy Bottoms as he was back in the 1970s (The Last Picture Show), and everyone looked at me for my confession, so with very little time to ponder my choices I said, `Joseph Levitt, the actor that played Hesher,' but nobody knew who he was. I mentioned the titles of a few of his other movies (Latter Days, Snowden, and Mysterious Skin) and tried to describe him.
I suggested that watching Hesher was uncomfortable because of the dark humor. The movie was about an impulsive homeless guy named Hesher, he started following around an eighth grade kid and got him into and out of trouble but did the right thing in the end. The movie was violent, dark, tragic, and funny, but not something you'd want your kids or grandmother to watch. And Joseph had a great body and spent most of the movie shirtless and he had some unique/large tattoos.
I was suddenly distracted when the outdoor lights blinked on around the pool deck, it was dark out and I never noticed the sun go down behind the San Jacinto Mountains. Two more guys joined us in the tub and the volume suddenly went up, we asked them their fantasy celeb sex desires but soon discovered they were from Estonia and didn't speak the best English, but they both had great bodies we got to admire as they tiptoed down the steps into the hot tub. One of the guys had an enormous ridge in his shorts, when David saw it he looked at me and couldn't look back at that guy until it was underwater.
One of the two new guys in his broken English asked us, "If is one hundred four degree outside and hot tub is ninety nine degree, why is call hot tub?" We all chuckled assuming he was making a joke. Honestly, I had no clue why he asked that but he did make a good point, if the water was cooler than the air maybe the name should be changed.
We rinsed off under the pool-side shower then got back on our loungers. David said we should go take a short nap, so we grabbed the elevator near the pool deck and walked down the hallway to room 505 and crashed on the bed, he set his alarm for 9pm and joined me.
Zzzz
When the alarm went off we went to the bathroom together, he peed while I shaved. After that I had him trim the hairs off my entire front side from my arm pits to my thighs, then I did his.
At 9:15pm we were in our tiny tight shorts (no shirts) and ventured down the hallway to the pool elevator and stepped out onto the pool deck. They had reggae music playing and Tiki torches burning. We saw the DJ and several guys dancing, the pool was crowded, the beer was flowing, and the hot tub looked full. In a gay resort there was no such thing as a `full' hot tub. David pointed out a tiny outdoor urinal near the GW wall so anyone could pee without leaving the deck, but it had zero privacy, I'm surprised it wasn't broadcast live on the in-house TV system. The TV in our room got seven channels of gay porn that ran all day and night with an extra channel watching the pool deck and another aimed at the mountains.
Suspended high above the deck on a single pole was a light fixture that shone down on the entire patio with the light of a full moon, so there was no place that was fully dark. That light was hooded so it only lit the pool deck, not the balconies.
Glancing over at the far corner of the patio we saw guys walk under the vine covered arch above the entrance to the G-Dub, which was our destination too.
The GW zigzagged left and right like an IKEA store with a walkway down the center, traffic was supposed to move west to east. The walkway was wide enough for three men to lock arms and walk end to end. On both sides they grew trees and tall bushes. Behind the greenery you could see the eight foot tall block walls, also painted to look like a lush jungle. I had no idea what we were walking on but the path looked like it was covered with something like kitty litter, or some type of finely crushed stone.
Music and jungle sounds played from tiny speakers along the walkway. Overhead were hung tiny LED light strings like stars in the night sky, and above those was suspended a mesh cover to weaken the sunlight. About every thirty minutes a hotel employee (bouncer) made a trip down the walkway to make sure there was no foul play or medical emergencies. Just the number of trees and bushes in this place was amazing, you could smell the high level of oxygen and ozone in the air that I found very invigorating.
Everyone was free to do as they wished. We saw one guy on a bench, laid flat, stroking towards the sky with people standing nearby watching, one guy reached down to rub his flesh. On other benches it was guys making out with a few spectators, and on one sling a guy was on his back, his legs spread -- his feet in the air while another man slowly fucked him. There were lots of guys watching that show (dicks in hand). Once in a while the guy doing the fucking would pull out to show off his horse dick size erection, I estimated he was easily twelve inches long. Too bad those guys didn't live near us. I wondered what it would be like to go through life with such a large dick.
The walk went on and on like that. About half the action spots were empty and I estimated there were seventy guys on the trail. I saw a few that looked interesting to me. We also saw several older gays, white or gray haired men that were in decent shape and even more that were not. This place didn't attract too many young gays because it was expensive (cheapest room was $210 a night) but I learned from people in the hot tub they sold day passes but their number was limited by how many guests were in the hotel. There were other gay hotels in the neighborhood, most were built in the 1940s. They were worn out and poorly run, some had play rooms and lots of day passes but many were filthy. This resort was gorgeous and clean.
We stopped to watch an older obese guy on his back on a bench that was stroking his rather long boner and then started to come and spurt on his stomach, that's when I noticed a few couples watching his show were middle aged guys with young smooth male escorts and wondered how those were arranged, some of their bodies looked tasty. I thought briefly about Rudy being fun in a place like this, like a trophy date. I pictured walking him around the GW in spiked dog collar and leading him with a leash, with his boner swaying as he walked along with a confident smile.
David and I strolled along the side of the walkway and casually watched a few of the shows where there was room to stand, by halfway down the walk the crowd thinned out and the GW was practically empty so we sat on one of the benches and started to kiss. We turned to face each other and leaned together and shared our tongues. I slid my hands up and down his back then went around front and pushed a finger inside his belly button then reached both hands down his shorts and stroked him (cupped his balls in my other hand). David kept his hands behind my head to steer my tongue and guide our passion. A few times he moaned softly into my mouth.
Out of the corner of one eye I noticed we'd attracted a small audience, since we were near the end of the GW everyone had to walk past us. But aside from stroking him all we did was kiss. One older obese guy in our audience had his out and was stroking it hard. We made out until my mouth got sore and pulled apart. I still had my hands pumping his rod while this older guy with big man boobs stood a couple feet from us and jerked himself. About a minute later he started to spurt and drip semen on the ground, I was amazed at his enormous belly button hole and his woman size areolas, they had to be three inches wide. While he stood there dripping and breathing deeply I reached up and slid my finger tips across his tit, he smiled at me and held up his hand to show it was covered with semen and dripping off his fingers.
We got to our feet and left through the Garden Walk exit, it had one of those one-way gates. David walked straight to the pool shower, he motioned to me so I joined him. He pointed out a soap pump built in the curved stone wall. I washed off my sweaty body and his too. He said he wanted to go back once it got busier to see how decadent it could get on a week night. As we walked away the guy with the semen coated hand walked up to the shower, we left the hot water running. I winked at him as we walked away.
David suggested we go sit in the tub on our balcony and watch the party like two queens, I said I'd meet him upstairs I wanted to talk to the man boobs guy. David went up the elevator while I got in the pool.
The pool was crowded, I saw Mister Man Boobs join a group of older guys all laughing and drinking and having a nice time. He glanced at me and smiled, I moved near them and was welcomed into their gathering. I was the youngest one by at least a decade and the only smoothie too.
I leaned over so nobody else heard what I had to say, "I wanted to thank you for the show you put on, you got a really nice dick." He just laughed because nobody said thanks for something like that on the GW. He looked to be in his 50s with gray hair around his ears, my guess was he weighed about 260lbs too, and now that he was next to me he was probably 1-2 inches taller too. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off his boobs which looked just like woman's breasts with large round red nips, twice as wide as David's.
I introduced myself, and he said his name was David, which made me chuckle slightly. He said he was here for three nights with bar friends where he hung out in Minneapolis, I told him I was up there at the airport a few months ago on business. He said he was a realtor, I said I worked in the security business. I asked if he was with anyone and he said no, just casual friends but he was divorced, single, and disease free. I said I was married, I was here with my husband (the guy on the bench) but he went to bed. I hoped I didn't just accidentally ask him to fuck because I didn't want that.
We stood there for a while with little to say and it was hard to not stare at his chest, so I thanked him again and hoped I saw him there tomorrow night. We shook hands and I left the pool towards the elevator. I really wanted to reach over and touch him but was too chicken shit to try, but I bet he wouldn't mind if I helped myself.
When I entered the door David was in the hot tub, he said he ordered beer from room service and when I pressed our door shut I heard the elevator bell, so I pulled the door back open and saw a room service cart, I signed and hung the do not disturb sign and double locked the door.
The beers went in the fridge but I carried two to the hot tub, slipped off my shorts and joined him in the toasty warm water. He asked me if I fucked someone but I laughed because I was down there for less than ten minutes and he knew that fucking was cheating and I'd never do that to him or myself. He was probably on the balcony watching me anyway.
We had rules about other guys, our agreement since college was no fucking or swallowing but otherwise jerking and licking were permitted during marriage. Otherwise we would have never talked to Rudy in the pool that night. I told him I wanted to see those man boobs up close again, they were huge but I never touched anyone.
Then we talked about Rudy's marshmallow nips and other man boobs (and boners) we'd seen in the GW tonight. I was reminded of a girl I dated before we met in college. We opened our beers and discussed all the action we saw on the G-Dub. We finished our beers and got two more then took one last shower and turned off the lights and went to bed with the patio doors wide open and a soft sound of jungle noises occasionally heard from down below.
I mumbled to David that it would be fun to come here during gay pride week and see the GW when the hotels were completely full. He said the festivities wouldn't be her so the place might actually be a ghost town on Pride Weekend. It might get busy late at night when festivities ended for the night, but its possible most guys would just go to bed.
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Day #2 in Palm Springs.
We had the breakfast buffet in the hotel dining room today and discussed going out for breakfast tomorrow to a place called Elmer's on Palm Canyon Drive (almost exactly ¾ mile straight south of the resort), it was sort of the prototype for places like Denny's and I-Hop but much better. After breakfast we went for a walk around the neighborhood then went back and got in the pool to swim laps. David said the `included' hotel breakfast buffet sucked, we shouldn't do that again. I suggested maybe we could order off the room service menu instead of doing the breakfast buffet, maybe the food would be better. David said even though the hotel had a commercial kitchen and a small restaurant maybe the breakfast buffet was probably catered, very cheaply catered.
We had a late lunch at the Italian place across the street: a foot long Italian hoagie and split it, chased with beers then went back to the hotel pool. David said he wished we had a pool instead of a hot tub, garden, and mini golf course in our back yard. I made no comment because our back yard was his design.
After swimming we went upstairs, I took a nap while he searched in the DOD database for something. When I asked he said he'd tell me later, it was unimportant. Our DOD accounts gave us access to several large searchable databases that contained information about people, businesses, crime, deaths, and finances all across North America.
I woke up two hours later at 4:45pm and he was still online, he said he found a radio station for sale in Louisiana, it's been off the air for two years and had a huge transmitter and matching electric bill. I asked what the format was and he said it used to be Christian talk, 24 hours of bible talk and sermons but the diocese couldn't afford the $6000+ a month electric bill just for the transmitter, that didn't include staff, insurance, maintenance, license fees, and operating the church and school too. He said it's been inspected and was in great condition but it's old fashioned, it needed some upgrades.
I asked who's information he was reading and it said the info came from a radio station broker, it's been on the market for one year and fifty weeks, which was not a good sign. David added that this was a trend across the country for high power AM stations (high power = high expense). He added that we should go look at it, kick the tires, shake the guy wires, and see if the tower lights worked and if there were mice living in the transmitter. We discussed what to bring on such a trip and he said a drone to fly over the roof and photograph damage. Neither of us knew a broadcast engineer, but I bet that would change soon.
That afternoon we walked to downtown Palm Springs to window shop. It was about three quarters of a mile from the resort but it was a nice walk. We went inside a couple stores and got coffees but mostly mingled with the other people wandering the shopping district along Palm Canyon Drive.
Back at the hotel discussed dinner and agreed to order something from across the street, there was a menu in the drawer by the TV. We passed it back and forth and had a hard time deciding so we passed it around again and agreed to get two Chicago-style Hot Italian beef sandwiches, dipped in au jus, with giardiniera, two orders of coleslaw, and more beers.
While we waited for our dinner to arrive we also discussed what to do on the G-Dub tonight and decided to perform on one of the platforms if any were empty. I told him I hoped Mister Man Boobs showed up again.
After dinner we lounged around because we were too stuffed to do anything but brush our teeth, but at 10pm we went downstairs and performed for a group of about fifteen guys.
David sat on the bench, naked. I got on my knees between his thighs and alternated between stroking and popsicling him. His boner was glistening wet and slippery as I alternated between sliding my hand up and down or pushing it into my mouth and teasing the head with the roof of my mouth and my tongue. He sat with his hands tightly gripping the bench behind him, his head leaned back, eyes closed, mouth open and moaning in pleasure. I felt the muscles in his thighs tighten as deep moans came from his throat. My entire focus on was his dick and the reward he was making for my effort.
When David exploded the first shot aimed towards his chest but sailed over his shoulder, which earned him some `wows' from our audience. The second shot landed in his chest, the rest went down my throat. One of the older guys said that was amazing to watch, but Mister Man Boobs never appeared.
Back in our room we hung our suits in the shower and he grabbed me and pushed me on the bed and attacked my dick with his mouth and his right hand. My orgasm was not as dramatic as his, but that's the bad part about swallowed semen, you don't get the feedback of how far it might have shot. All I knew was I was super horny and anxious to come.
Something David did that night that I really liked was he let the first shot land on my body, then he ate the rest. After it was done he wiped the semen line off my stomach with his fingers and smeared it on his nipples so I could roll on top of him and lick them clean. Then I relaxed with my head on his chest and held him for about ten minutes.
We got to sleep by 2am after an hour in our hot tub with a bottle of chilled wine. It was a very nice starry night outside and overall a wonderful day.
Zzzz
Day #3 in Palm Springs.
We (walked and) ate at Elmer's then went by taxi to the Palm Springs Aerial Tramway and rode to the top of the San Jacinto Mountains and split a foot long hot dog and a can of pop and came down in time to miss lunch but had a large dinner at 6pm.
The cars on the tramway were large round spaces, the floor slowly rotated so nobody could hog the best view during the trip up and down. In Palm Springs people dress like they're in a desert climate but on the mountains it's an entirely different climate, often much cooler then in their parking lot. The air is a lot thinner too.
After we got back we showered and got in bed and I sucked him for almost two hours. David loved those days when all I wanted was to eat his pre-come, hour after hour.
I told David that sometimes I wished he had man boobs too.
We ordered dinner from the Italian deli, spaghetti and (two giant) meatballs, asparagus, tossed salad, crusty garlic bread and butter, and two bottles of wine for dinner. Our dinner was served on a small table on the balcony, cool desert breezes, and a starry sky over head. The mountains created a dark area in the sky with no stars, otherwise you couldn't see them.
After dinner we turned off the lights and watched porn on the TV. I rested my head on his tummy and nursed on his boner again for a few hours, made him come three times that evening.
Zzzz
Day #4 in Palm Springs.
Our morning started late because we forgot to set an alarm. We slept until 11:15am when housekeeping knocked on the door.
While she straightened our room we went downstairs to sun by the pool. Trying to starve ourselves we spent almost the entire day by the pool, in the pool, or the hot tub. We met some interesting men and had some great conversations. At 6pm we went to our room and got changed and called a taxi.
All the way across the valley was Ruth's Steakhouse, I made our 7pm reservation yesterday, but I think we were under-dressed for the occasion. Nobody commented on our attire but it was obvious compared to everyone else. This was my most favorite steakhouse, and it's on the same road as Elmer's but maybe ten miles to the south-east in Palm Desert, California. We arrived in khaki shorts and polo shirts but lots of the other customers were in suits. Our waiter spoke with a hissy gay accent and looked like he spent way too much time at the gym. We ordered porterhouse for two and two veggies, but specified the broccoli needed to be cooked, not hot and raw. I didn't care how much food costs here, I always left happy and wanting to go back.
We got home just before 9:30pm and changed into our tiny shorts and walked the GW and watched a few guys get fucked in the slings. I think it was more interesting watching the people standing close to the action and watch what they did. I saw one young male escort looking guy, he was very tall, smooth, but he looked dumb and somewhat shocked by the live show. He had a bone with a full crop of pubes but he also had these really nice big tits, but barely any muscles on his upper body, just a tall smooth twink look. He was taller than David by at least one inch.
The guy he was with looked old enough to be his grandfather. I wanted to feel his flesh but I was too scared to just reach out and do grab some. I saw other guys walk between us and several of them patted his ass when they went by but the kid never reacted. David gestured towards it, so I bent over and slid my hand over his tiny shorts and gently rubbed it, but neither of them turned around. Huh!
So I did it again, but this time I slid my hand down his shorts and gently gripped his left globe and rubbed it, again, no reaction. I sniffed my fingers and came back with no odor whatsoever. I shrugged at David and he gestured again so I stepped up behind him and reached around front and patted and rubbed his tummy, all he did was move his arm to make it a little easier. That was when I figured out that the old guy was holding his dick inside his shorts.
His tits reminded me of Rudy except these were round, not oval. I stepped closer again and reached up and slid my hand around his front and strummed his left nip with my fingertips, he looked down at his chest but did nothing. I thought this was fantastic so I kept it up while I got hard.
His nip was squishy and big, like a tiny water balloon. I felt he had a tiny teat in the center that poked out while I slid my fingers side to side across his very silky nip. Within a minute I couldn't stand it anymore and I stepped back and gestured to David that I needed to go. I took him by the hand and escorted him down the walkway to the first open bench and shoved down my shorts and lay on my back and he sat beside my knees and leaned over and blew me, I came in his mouth but nobody watched us, except for a few that paused briefly.
After that we showered by the pool and went to our room and got in the hot tub where I thanked him and jerked him underwater but he never came. It had been a long day and tomorrow would be here soon so we dried off and got between the soft sheets.
Zzzz
Day#5 in Palm Springs.
Today we went to see the Palm Springs Air Museum at the airport, which was neat. David had a great grandfather that took a German bullet in France, but he was buried in Arlington Cemetery. They had a nice collection of military airplanes from WW2 up to modern jet fighters.
We didn't have breakfast or lunch that day and from the museum we went to Ralph's Grocery where they had the best hot food buffet, we stuffed ourselves at a table outside and walked back to the hotel with wine and beer. That evening we held hands and walked the GW but it was empty and boring so we went to our room and watched gay porn instead. I lay beside David and nursed on his rod for two hours while we watched one of the four porn channels on the little TV in our room. Sometimes we liked to give coaching advice to the actors on the screen, sort of like MST3000 for porn. It often led to getting the giggles which was guaranteed to make us become limp, but it was great fun.
Zzzz
Day #6 in Palm Springs.
Breakfast at Elmer's again, which was fantastic, slow and expensive but their food was always great. The good part was it's not that far from the hotel, but you needed reservations or it's an easy hour wait for a table. You can call the evening before for breakfast reservations. And the hotel was within walking distance.
We checked out at 11am and got a shuttle van ride to the airport and had to wait for ninety minutes to board our flight.
It was a 1-stop flight home, we flew 90 minutes from Palm Springs to Denver then to El Paso (one hour), we walked in our front door at 4:55pm, I was exhausted and stinky. It's bad that commercial flying has become such a dreadful experience where every customer was treated like a suspect. I told David we should buy a used Cessna.
We made a big pile of laundry by the basement door which I told David not to touch, we plugged in the case and talked about what else to do because we had twenty one days off yet to go.
IMPORTANT NOTE TO READERS, THIS BOOK HAS TWO ENDINGS. THIS VERSION CONTINUES ON WITH RYAN AND DAVID LEAVING THE DOD AND BUYING A USED RADIO STATION. THE ALTERNATE VERSION STARTS WITH THIS CHAPTER BUT HAS THEM CONTINUING ON WITH THE DOD AS CRIME-TERROR FIGHTERS. THE ALTERNATE ENDING VERSION IS TITLED: RESPONSE TEAM ALTERNATE. <>
We got in bed and talked and decided to drive my car to east Texas and look at homes with acreage. And we should go check out that high power radio station over in Louisiana that was for sale.
David made more calls to try to line up a consultant to tour the place with us, we discovered what company they had contracted with before for station maintenance, and who did maintenance on the tower, adjusted the guy wires, replaced the red lights, and the ground radial wires. The owner of that company agreed to tour it with us and would bring along his maintenance records for that station.
We also scheduled a tour of two homes with acreage that were empty and for sale, with immediate occupancy.
Worst part was it's a loooong drive across Texas, and most of the scenery was rocks and weeds, nine hours of rocks and weeds. We also discussed quitting the DOD, I confessed to him that a few weeks ago I wrote two resignation letters, they were in my computer, just print, sign, and drop off by the Tylenol bottle. We fell asleep with that as our last topic of the day.
Zzzz
The next morning I cooked us breakfast in my own kitchen. David got the mail from the box by the front door, and we turned on the stereo in the living room. We sat at the far side of the counter on bar stools and ate together, both of us were in shorts.
"How many times since you woke up did you think about how many days of vacation we have left?" I asked him.
David was piling eggs on his toast and laughed enough they all fell back to the plate and he had to start over. "Yeah, I know." He said while scooping eggs back on his toast.
"We could end it today," I suggested.
He turned to look at me because this was a huge decision, it meant retirement at age 30, which for some people was a bad plan. And if we quit then the entire western half of the USA would be protected by the two steroid addict dickless clowns from Omaha. Heaven help us all!
After breakfast dishes were in the washer (we called it a WashDisher) I went to our bedroom and printed the letters after editing the dates. Then I set them on the coffee table in the living room with a pen, but to take effect we'd have to hand deliver them to our office in the airport, drop off the case, and our suits, and any extra gear we had in the tac-room.
Without much conversation we went about our daily business, David had calls to make and was outside sitting at our dining table making call after call, but he pulled the patio door shut so I couldn't hear, which made me suspicious. He even glanced in the patio doors to make sure I wasn't eavesdropping.
Two hours later my kitchen was scrubbed like new, David said someone was stopping by for a little while, so we made the bed and checked downstairs that we didn't have anything gay sitting out, or a used condom on the basement carpet.
An old guy knocked on the front door, someone David knew, he was a realtor. We discussed selling our place and he took about twenty photos and was fascinated by the mini golf course in our back yard, but we admitted it was sometimes a maintenance nightmare, but he said it was perfect for a real estate listing. He said it would be a few days and he'd fax us numbers and a sheet to sign to authorize him to list the property and be our agent.
"This was the second model home when this subdivision opened in 1948, this one sat back a bit from Dyer Street. Because it sat on a high spot it was the only one that got a basement which was a big selling point when the Russians exploded their first A-Bomb, this was the second house to sell of all the models." It was kind of interesting, I showed him how we gutted the kitchen and started over.
He also liked the garden and the variable sun cover, he said this place may sell within hours of listing so we should have an immediate plan. He asked how much we owed on it and was surprised to hear our mortgage was paid off and we had no liens or other debt related to it, he said that was unusual these days. He repeated what he told us, the house was likely to sell fast and we needed to have housing arranged soon. David assured him we were fine with that.
"We're driving to east Texas to look at homes but we got stops to make along the way." David told him as we inched him towards the front door.
David got out our suitcases again and started re-packing, I already had our last load of Palm Springs stuff in the dryer, but he set our luggage on the bed and started to pack for four nights. He suggested we stop and buy a small bottle of detergent, we'd probably end up at a Laundromat on this trip. He said to pack some hangars and remember the climate there is very different from the desert.
For the first time I blocked the tac-room door open and dug out the two at home spiders and unplugged the case and put our suits and machine guns into their case, which held two suits folded in half. Everything from the DOD was on the table and ready to go, if we decided to do it. I had one used spider on the desk but the battery was nearly dead, soon it would self destruct anyway so it didn't matter unless we removed the battery and kept it as a souvenir. David said that spider was the one we sent over the wall in Sinaloa to map the 2nd building and locate all the bodies. For safety sake we kept it in a large glass ashtray so it didn't set anything on fire when it killed itself.
He walked in the tac-room in his underwear, "We'll have to drive all the way across Texas at the speed limit you know."
"Well if we're retired then it don't really matter," I said in my best south Texas accent. He smiled and went back to the bedroom. I looked around, slid the closet door shut and left the room with the door open and went to the basement to fold laundry and then start re-packing.
"How much cash should we bring?" He asked while I was staring at my empty suitcase on the bed.
"I'd bring enough to make two down payments and a week or two in a hotel. Maybe eight hundred thousand?" I turned towards the tac-room again and opened a box from the shelf and grabbed enough bundles to make eight hundred and stuffed them into Ziploc bags and set them on our bed.
It appeared David was almost done packing, he never fully finished unpacking after we got home from California, and his bathroom stuff was still in a case on the bed. I dropped one of the bags of cash on his open suitcase. We packed lightly because it'd be warm and humid where we were going and we could always buy clothes down there.
"When you wanna leave?" He asked.
"I'm almost ready." David laughed and said, "You want to start a cross Texas car ride in the afternoon?"
"Sure, why not." He shook his head as if that was dumb but wasn't going to argue about it, because we were on vacation and there were towns and hotels all the way across Texas. And with two of us driving...
I stuffed the bag of cash inside my suitcase and carried it to the front door, then I went into the garage and backed my car out, the tank was full. I sat there holding the wheel and listened to the engine idle briefly and said sort of a prayer that our trip went without incident and David was happy with what happened, I didn't want to force him to do this if he was against it. Before I got out I pushed the button to open the trunk, then shut off the car.
Then I drove his truck into the garage and plugged it in to the trickle charger because it hadn't been run in over two weeks and might be another two weeks until we got back from this road trip.
In the living room I signed my copy of the letter and set it on the dashboard in my car and went back to the tac-room and got our gear and put it in the back seat, but it was only two cases.
Down in the basement I checked that the washer and dryer were empty, and that everything else in the basement was turned off. I put the home automation in vacation mode but left the front door standing wide open, so the automation system wouldn't change over until we held the door shut for several seconds.
David carried his suitcase to the kitchen, but I pointed out that the car was in the driveway, so he took it out and put it in the trunk but left it open. Our refrigerator was nearly empty but the freezer was packed full. I checked the alert monitor on the counter, it was still in vacation mode. I heard footsteps in the living room and guessed he signed his copy, I loudly told him to put it in my car on the dash.
David came back inside and used the bathroom, the clock on the kitchen wall said it was 2:15pm Monday afternoon. When I heard the toilet flush I went in and joined him and peed too, he stood by the sink looking at the skin on his face for any signs of zits, I washed my hands then stood behind him and leaned over and kissed his shoulder, David looked stressed.
I reached around him and rubbed my hands from his waist up to his shoulders, then I slid them under his polo shirt and rubbed his flesh and paused to rub his titties, we stared in each other's eyes in the mirror, I could see the look on his face said, `I hope you know what you're doing.' It was scary at age 30/31 quitting the job you planned to stay with for the rest of your working life.
With my fingers massaging his tits I rested the side of my head on his shoulder and held him. David stood there pressed against the counter. I lowered my hands and slid one of them down his shorts and held him briefly.
We grabbed two waters from the refrigerator and the wireless alarm terminal and its power supply and walked out the front door, I pulled it shut until the locks clicked, then walked down the sidewalk and got in the driver's seat. Next stop was the El Paso International Airport employee parking lot. On the way down Railroad Drive he stuffed the alarm terminal in the tac-case.