San Diego
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San Diego
cajuncock
It was turning out to be a typical Friday. By noon the last of the classes at the community college were over. I'd spent a few hours in my office going over paperwork and grant proposals. The short drink with fellow faculty members, all bitching about students' lack of basic skills took another hour. On the way home I stopped to do a grocery run. I'd already done my gym routine, a twice a week necessity. I knew that my Mexican gardener would be finishing my yard and we'd have our usual beer before he returned home to his wife and family.
But let me go back to explain how I ended up in San Diego. Nearing age 29, I'd had enough of the cold east coast of the US. I'd stayed long enough to finished my doctoral program in New York. Facing a crowded job market for newly minted PHDs, I began sending out resumes farther afield. I got a few answers: Chicago (too cold), Boston and Philly (again too cold), Virginia (too close to my family and overbearing parents). Finally, I got a few offers from West coast schools. Los Angeles and northern California were ok. But I was tired of commuting for hours everyday. San Diego suited my immediate needs- sunny, year round warmth with only an occasional earth quake. Also, it was a chance for me to meet some hot guys. Not that my 28 year old, almost 29, body was in terrible shape. I swam, biked, and hit the gym on a regular schedule. At just under six foot and coming in at 180, my body was respectable. I'd been told that my brown eyes were seductive by more than one woman, and a few guys. But I was shy, withdrawn with few of the social skills of my contemporaries. I was far more comfortable in a library or teaching a class.
So here I was six years after moving to "SD" for a temporary stay, still here. I'd found a nice house and grabbed it just before it was foreclosed on by the bank. My original job field, adult literacy, had landed me at the city college. My bosses soon discovered that my grant writing skills were very useful. Within my first year I managed to secure a few contracts for teaching basics to young servicemen, mostly to Marines and sailors from local bases. That's how I met Guy, my liaison with the local Marine base. He was a few years older, 32, and had decided not to re-up in the Corps. His commanding officer saw his talents working with young recruits and hired him as a civilian in charge of skills development. He was a typical mid-westerner-a tall, at 6'4", blond, blue eyed Nordic god. His commanding style fit well with his appearance. Seeing him for the first time caused a stir below my belt. Not that I was inexperienced in sexual matters. While not fully out I'd had a few sessions with other guys, and a few women, over the years. I was certainly no virgin.
In the beginning I lived in a garden apartment complex just outside of the city. Most of my neighbors were civilians who worked for the military or were contractors working on projects. There were a few groups of Marines, living off base. I'd see them at the pool. Over time, Guy became friends with me, one of the few I had. We'd often spend time at my apartment working on training programs and proposals that might get the school more contracts. We were frequent dinner companions. He showed me the best places to eat in the area. Sometimes I'd return the favor by having him over for a meal. This became part of our routine. There was nothing to suggest anything sexual about it. We'd seen each other naked while changing for the pool or using the campus gym facilities. He had a nice sized uncut cock, surrounded by a trimmed blond bush. He even once complimented me on my good physical shape. I returned the compliment saying he had nothing to be ashamed of. It was just normal guy talk.
Things took a different turn when he invited me to join him at a nudist resort in the desert. I was curious so accepted the invitation. It was about two hours drive away. While driving he explained that it was an all male clothing optional resort. I told him that I was cool with it. We arrived in mid afternoon only to find that there had been a mix up in our reservations. They had us booked for only one room with a king sized bed. I was shocked at the prospect of sharing a bed with this Nordic hunk. I wondered if there really had been a mistake. Guy protested but finely accepted the situation.
Our room overlooked the pool area. From the second floor balcony we could see nude men lounging or swimming. The property was surrounded by high hedges and set on about 20 acres. The place was all inclusive with full meals and many luxury features including a massage on call. We quickly stripped off everything and headed for the pool area. A young Mexican guy, wearing a loin cloth type of outfit came up to the lounges we were on, offering to get us a drink from the poolside bar. He recited a full menu of available drinks, many of which were new to me. Guy ordered for the both of us. It was the start of an eventful weekend for me.
Before the drinks arrived I jumped into the pool, swimming a few laps to relax. I noticed Guy watching me from behind his sun glasses. I also noticed that some of the pairs of men there were engaged in touching or massaging each other with suntan oil. Our drinks arrived and I climbed to rejoin Guy. The drinks were sweet but powerful. I had another one before I began to relax a bit. Guy nodded with his head at the pairs of men around the pool. He asked me if I was shocked? I answered honestly that I was not shocked at all but rather turned on just a little. He looked over to me seeing my cock begin to stiffen. His own was soon erect too. We sat in awkward silence sipping our drinks. After a while he suggested that a nap might be in order before dinner. On the way back to our room we stopped at the front desk to ask about dinner. The kindly older gentleman gave us a menu and suggested that we might want to order before going back to our room. We did as he suggested and made our reservation for dinner on the covered patio by an open fire pit.
Back in the room, Guy told me that I could shower while he went to search for a good bottle of wine. I was glad for some privacy to take care of my little problem in the shower. When I finished I walked out telling Guy that it was his turn. He was sitting in a chair by the open window, still naked, and with a bottle of white wine chilling on the table. As he walked passed me he stumbled and grabbed my waist to steady himself. A spark went through me at his touch. He recovered as if nothing had happened. I looked around for something to wear and decided that since it was clothing optional I'd stay naked. I went to stand by the sliding glass window that overlooked the vast property. The sight was awesome. Miles and miles of glistening desert sand with an occasional cactus. As I stood there I felt totally relaxed for the first time in years. Guy, having finished his shower, walked up behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders. He asked if I was OK? What was I thinking now? I could only relax at his touch and told him how relaxed I felt for the first time since moving to California. He rested his chin on my shoulder and just shied. He then reached over to open the wine, pouring two glasses. He toasted to my new life and a good weekend. We sipped our wine in silence. Finally, he turned me around. His stiff cock touching my own stiffness. I looked up into his eyes and he leaned forward, his lips softly touching my own. It was not a kiss of passion, or desire. But I knew that something was different between us.
The kiss soon turned into something more. We grabbed onto each other, falling on the large bed in each others arms. Two naked bodies wrapped up in each other's embrace. Our cocks were grinding against each other, dripping with our shared desire. Guy soon had me on my back, he moved up onto his elbows staring at me. His only words were simple "So beautiful, so handsome" I knew that my smile was the only answer he needed. He gave me another soft kiss before leaning over to kiss my neck. I wrapped my arms around his strong body, holding him in place. Suddenly he stopped and fell next to me on the bed. With his arm around my shoulder he pulled me closer and told me that we needed to talk before going any further with this. He shied and began to explain that he knew from the first day that we'd met that he had to have me to possess me fully. It had been hell for him all these months working with me not just to grab me and violently take me. But now that we were alone, naked, in bed he wanted to do and say so much more. As he spoke I put my hand on his chest feeling his heart beat wildly. I told him that it had also been difficult for me trying to remain professional but knowing deep inside that I wanted him to make love to me.
His only reply was "Oh" and then he lifted my chin up and kissed me with a new passion. I moved on top of him letting his erection slide on my taint, lubing it with is clear juices. I wiggled until I felt his tip at my opening. I moved wetting my hole with his juices. His juices were flowing freely, covering my opening. Kissing him deeply, I grabbed his stiffness and held it as I moved to sit the slippery head at my hole. Gently, I pushed back until I felt it at my entrance. I looked into those blue eyes and asked if he was ready to take me. He leaned up to kiss me and mumbled "forever" He pushed his cock into with a sudden passion I'd not known before. I moaned at his invasion, feeling the fulness of his cock as he make passionate love to me, screaming "Forever!!"
That first time was quick, a release for both of us. But we both had a fast recovery. His cock never left my body as he proceeded to make love to me over and over for the next hour before we fell asleep. We were awakened by a call from the desk announcing dinner. Reluctantly, we pulled apart and showered. Guy made sure that I was clean back there, telling me that he wanted me ready for later. We left the room, both of us still plumped a bit.
Dinner on the outside patio was excellent. Our meals were perfect and the accompanying wine fit perfectly with the food. After dinner we hung around a little while talking to the other guests. I was asked if it was my first visit. Guy answered for me telling everyone that it was my first time. He had a smug smile on his face, a fact that was not missed by the others. We left and returned to our room only to find that rose pedals were scattered on the bed with a small box of chocolates on the side table. Again, a chilled bottle of white wine was on the table. Guy admitted that he'd asked the waiter for those while we were at dinner. Soft music was playing in the background as we made love over and over again that night.
After that weekend Guy and I were sort of an item. When I found the house he helped me organize the move. Some Marine buddies of his moved me into the house quickly. As they worked and chattered I realized that they were gay friends of his. Within a month they were at the house again. This time to move Guy in. Soon they became regular visitors. We managed to keep every thing on the down low even though many an afternoon you would find four to six naked marines around the backyard pool. Guy never shared me with his buddies. I was totally his own man. We all shared a common sexual status though.
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