"Shower Equipment" by Mike Austin
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IV.
Tom and I relived our Cerritos Inn vacation several times. We were committed to a replay as soon as possible and had made reservations with Jim at the Inn about 3 weeks after coming home. Jim assured us we'd still be in the off-season period and gave us the one long weekend that was already booked for seven of the ten rooms. We began a quest to find friends or new acquaintances who might want to join us on our return trip. Our search for friends, old and new, took us on a sexual journey, we couldn't have imagined by the simple trip to the Cerritos Beach Inn.
We found two Latin guys, oddly enough named Juan and Pablo on Grindr who were both hot tops and enjoyed intense Latin-White action. They were 37 and 38 respectively, both work residential construction and live in East L.A. between Whittier Blvd and I-5, just east of I-710. While it was a half hour commute for them to get here, we set up a meet and greet one Friday after they got off work near our place in Silverlake. Both were sexy as hell and mentioned a couple of people we knew, so we were a bit more comfortable inviting them to "take the plunge" so to speak. Juan rode with me and Tom climbed in the truck with Pablo and we made our way to 14 Silverwood Terrace. The driveway is short, so Pablo parked diagonally to keep the end of the truck off the street. They both high fived each other, nodding yes and Pablo asked "how long you guys lived here"? Tom and I stared at each other a second and said "5 years, why"? Juan spoke up that they'd painted the interior about 6 years ago and we four laughed loudly, figuring the previous owner(s) must have hired them to get the place ready to sell. Tom added, "well we've made a few changes since moving in and wish we'd have known you guys then as there'd been a lot of repainting done." With that, we walked from the garage into the small utility/pantry off the kitchen on the lower level, leading to the kitchen and dining area overlooking the small back yard and lap pool. Pablo announced he had to pee and pointed to the small room off the utility room and we both nodded agreement, understanding his implied question that it remained a bath? His power stream echoed through the kitchen area as Juan joined me and Tom, whose eyes twinkled at Pablo's imagined dick size, as we headed for the back yard and pool. Pablo joined us still upzipping is fly and grinning at Tom. The two construction/painter guys noted the cooler green shades on this lower level that were highlighted by the mural palm trees against the salmon colored wall, mirroring those actual palms in the yard. Tom was a closet-artist but had done an admirable job creating the palm wall. Both guys complimented Tom, Pablo gave him a hug and butt-squeeze and Tom relayed later that he tingled at Pablo's butt-caress. We climbed the 3-staged stairs to the next floor with main living area, den, guest bedroom and bath ringed on two sides with a balcony and stairs leading to the lower level yard and pool. The top floor had two bedrooms and 2 baths; the smaller bedroom on the street side had a great view of Elysian Park and Dodger Stadium in the distance. Our bedroom in the back had a decent view of East Hollywood and the Griffith Observatory Park area and a long spiral stair down to the balcony below. The palms brushed our small balcony and spiral stairs and shaded the room in the afternoon sun.
Returning downstairs, Tom asked about drinks, the guys wanted beer and I needed a frozen margarita BADLY, as Tom fixed mine, then joined the guys with an iced cold beer in the living room overlooking the back yard below. Pablo took the beer from Tom and took his hand, leading it to his ample crotch and cock, that had just teased the room with his power piss. Tom sat on the floor beside Pablo, rubbing his leg and nuzzling it with his face. Juan nodded my way and patted the vacant spot on the loveseat. We settled into a slow but intense make-out session and in no time, all four of us were stripped and making out like mad. Four hot, horny guys with pre-cum lathering cockheads with gusto. Like a suction device, Tom went down on Pablo's thick, veiny 8" cock and locked his mouth and lips on that pinga. Tom and Pablo moaned in unison as Pablo took Tom's head in his strong hands and began working it up and down on the hard curved dick. Juan moved more slowly with me, tweaking my nips, tugging my balls, working my dick in his hands, milking me harder and harder, nearing orgasm then squeezing me off in control. The room was reeling as the lights came on in the back yard, punctuating the view.
My moans announced I was getting close for the 4th or 5th time and Juan continued his torture of my balls, dick, nips and near-orgasm, again ensuring the lack of any release. Pablo stood feeding Tom and skull fucking him with intensity; then pulled out of his throat, smacked his face, teased him, then asked if he was still hungry, before resuming his steady skull-fuck. Tom continued like a trooper, taking Pablo's work and cock in his quest for the Latin's stud's cum. Juan stood, raised his index finger to me as if telling an obedient dog to "stay", making his way to the bathroom, leaving the door open so all could hear the roar of his piss. I took the moment to regroup, finish the margarita and on Juan's return he took my hand and led me to the front bedroom upstairs. In the doorway, I paused and redirected him to our room and the king-sized bed instead. He nodded and followed as I tugged his thick now 9" power dick, though not as thick as Pablo's, to the bed. Soon Tom and Pablo joined us and we paired off, taking turns in the upsized shower that eventually led to an exciting 4-way.
Juan and Pablo are both swarthy and sexy studs. Both about 190#s, with coal black hair and dark, penetrating eyes. Both are muscular, though not body builder/gym rats, they get their builds from hard work. Pablo has a dense treasure trail that leads to a full crotch, hairy legs and trench. Juan is fairly smooth but has furry legs and glutes, with only minimal pubes. Both their dicks seem to erupt from the crotches as they stiffen and grow. Pablo's head is blunt while Juan's is arrow shaped and both produce volumes of cum from their ample balls. We pair of blondes are a perfect foil for their toned bodies covered in rich caramel skin. Both have very angular facial features. Once out of the shower and back in bed, the guys wasted no time positioning me and Tom on all 4s, knees spread wide apart, heads down and holding both our arms behind us. They spanked our butts with their hands and hard-ons before squatting beside the bed, tugging our trenches apart with their powerful hands and proceeding to eat us and rim us to near orgasm!!! Tom was near screaming for orgasm but Pablo was relentless and gripped Tom's balls to control and calm him down. Juan had learned much earlier, to keep me on edge and not over it, by really locking up my balls and dick in his vice grip-like hands. My pulse was racing as Juan chewed my taint, licked me, repeated the chomp on my hole then slowly lap my sack before repeating the entire process. Pablo too had learned the magic to use on Tom. Finger his hole, lick him, trace an index finger around his ring, then scratch the hole and repeat. Those steps would keep Tom on edge until Pablo was ready or more. The phone rang, voicemail picked up and from the other end in the midst of this intensity came our buddy Barry's voice who was the neighbor that turned us onto Cerritos Inn to begin with, announcing he and a friend wanted to join us as well on the weekend we'd selected for our next escape. He asked that we call back to confirm so he could reach Jim and confirm his tentative reservation. "Wait, you fucks were going to Cerritos without even asking us", Pablo posed? Tom was in bliss and couldn't even respond. I managed to utter, "we just hadn't gotten around to asking" before I collapsed in heat. With that Juan began his long stride fuck that made me want more and deeper and harder. Tom was all mush as Pablo began plowing his well-teased and primed hole. The paid of studs held us at the edge of the bed and power fucked us forcing our cum to explode across the comforter below. Their dickheads continued hammering our spots, forcing us to come again and then for the third time, before Juan and Pablo finished us off with a cum volley from their balls that flooded our well-lubed guts... They had arrived, taken control of and used us like cheap sluts; which by that point we'd not disagree being... Pablo collapsed atop Tom, shoving him flat out on the bed. Juan had caressed my hips and waist before hugging me to him and leaning forward against me, laying me flat out. It was 9:30 when we all woke, managed to stand, pee and make our way downstairs. In the process we asked our "guests" if they were interested in an all-expense paid trip to Cerritos in three weeks? They now high-fived us, swatted our asses and Tom and I grinned from ear to ear. We made some chalupas and cold chicken from left overs, more beer and a margarita for me. With it being Friday, they didn't have work the next day and had no plans for later that night either so agreed to stay the rest of the night. We were all glad they did.
The rest of Friday night was more of the same routine. The guys made us their little horny sluts and we delighted in being them. Tom was always a bottom but I was vers, though with either of these guys, I'd be anything they wanted. Our bed, and asses, looked like a war zone by Saturday morning. "How many years had it been since we came that much in one night", I posed to Tom? He shrugged and shook his head as we were busy making coffee and assessing our ingredients for breakfast. The two guys made their way downstairs, still groggy, but grinning as they hugged us, and swatted our butts again. Pablo made a finger-touch sizzle noise as he barely tapped Tom's ass. We had waffles and scrambled eggs with bacon, what seemed like urns of coffee then all made their way to the showers to clean up. The guys mentioned reconnecting that evening and maybe grab some dinner if we were up for it, which of course we were, but we agreed to needing to book some reservation time and call neighbor Barry back to fill him in and increase the room bookings at Cerritos. Juan and Pablo would of course share our room. After a long daisy-chain action and all getting off, the guys left, we stripped the bed lines and began some remedial house work. As we did, we phone Barry who confirmed the weekend for he and Ben, another neighbor as another ocean view room. That made two confirmed ours and theirs. Barry said that Mitch and Todd were checking their calendar for the weekend and would let us know by noon, a mere hour away. In fact, while we were talking, Barry got a call waiting from Todd to confirm their date, so that raised our firm rooms to 3 Ocean View Doubles. Tom's cell rang and it was Steve an architect and solo player who was RSVPing for the weekend but wanted to request the mountain view king as a change of scenery from his ocean space in Malibu. He wanted some peace and quiet with ample play time on his terms and while I wasn't sure that overlooking the pool area would give him that quiet he was seeking, the desert and mountain vistas from the room were spectacular!!! I was on the horn to Jim at Cerritos and let him know our firm count and that we still had at least 4-5 respondents pending and would he consider just blocking the 4 days out for us, arriving that Thursday night and departing Monday night? Given it still being the off season, he was reluctant to agree without some guarantee. I reminded him that whatever rooms were booked would no doubt reap extra guest fees as he may recall and I told him of two for our room that he could count on and possibly two to four more for sure. After a little hesitation he agreed to hold all rooms for us until the Monday before our arrival. When I told him to book the Mountain View King as one of the 4 confirmed rooms, he was delighted, since most only want the ocean views in off season. I gave him my card for the unconfirmed rooms as guarantee, knowing that more would come, or CUM as it were...........Tom and I made a checklist of those we had invited to our weekend escape checking off those who'd confirmed and assigning those pending to neighbor Barry and the two of us. Our list included:
CONFIRMED-
Me and Tom (hosts)- a double ocean view Mitch and Todd (from our previous trip)- a double ocean view Ben and Barry (neighbors)- a double ocean view Steve (solo player and architect)- mountain view king
PENDING-
Jack and Dean (an older retired couple) Ben and Zach (our mechanics) Brad and Mark (daddy Brad-50 and boy Mark-25) Roy and Jake (friends with benefits- Jake was my Tom's ex)
This left us with two rooms yet to find potential candidates for the trip. Who might we include? It also left us with calls to the 4 pending invitees to get their firm bookings and we had just 4 plus weeks to get them and they make and finalize their travel plans. Jack and Dean were retired film studio set designer/construction and lighting guys. Ben and Zach would have to close their garage for 3 full work days, but they'd not had a vacation in over 5 years. This brief escape might be just what they deserved. Daddy Brad was an attorney and his boy Mark was an artist/UBER driver. Roy was an accountant and Jake (Tom's ex) was an LA Transit manager. The calls began while the linens and towels were washing. Barry was all in and knew Jack and Dean personally for many years. They were his to call and anyone else he could think of. Tom would call Jake and Roy, having that connection, which was not acrimonious but friendly. I phoned Ben and left a VM as Saturday was a short day for their garage and they usually were buried trying to get out last minute repair jobs. I also phoned Brad who was my attorney and my firm's attorney, and hoped to leverage that relationship to get him to agree. Failing that effort I'd zero in on his boy Mark for pressure, though I'd use that only as a last resort.......................
Surprisingly, Brad replied within an hour agreeing that he and Mark would join in and needed the number and contact at the Inn to book their rooms and make flight plans. They chose an ocean view. Later that afternoon Barry phoned to confirm that Jack and Dean were considering it but wondered if there was another room other than the ocean view which they felt would be too hot in the afternoon sun? I reminded Barry of the remaining mountain view double and he was off to get them with that info. That night before Juan and Pablo arrived, Barry called to confirm that Jack and Dean were booking the double mountain view room with Jim at the Inn. That meant in the course of a few calls and hours that day, we'd taken the firm bookings from 4 to 6 with a few still pending. The last call came in just as Juan and Pablo were having their first beers before we left for dinner, it was boy Mark asking if there was a room for two of his friends who'd just gotten together and this would be a good outing for them away from LA with other couples? I explained the costs and requirements, fees, etc and gave him Jim's number and info at The Inn, but reminded Mark they had to show or it was a non-refundable charge. He left the call excited that two of his friends might join he and Brad at the resort. Sunday morning Mark sent me a text that Dan and Dan had booked their room with Jim at the Inn. Also Sunday, Ben sent a text that he and Zach were considering the trip and would let us know by end of day.
Saturday had been busy around the house, busy on the phones and internet and then made special by dinner with our two new "friends" Juan and Pablo. They took us to eat Chinese and then back to our place for a night of intense fucking, sucking, BDSM play and more fucking and sucking. They were relentless and both of us craved more of what they were delivering.