Some Guys

Some Guys

--by Greg Bowden

jg.ps@gte.net

Chapter One, in which a mid-life crisis may turn out to be a mid-life opportunity.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take, Roger," Bob said, swirling the wine in his glass and staring out the window. The wet snow was falling more heavily now, putting up a white curtain against the night.

"What?" Roger closed his laptop and put it on the little table next to the couch so Bob would know he had Roger's full attention.

"This!" He swung his wineglass, taking in the room, the laptop, the window, Roger, everything.

"I don't understand," Roger said, genuinely mystified.

Some thread of patience let go in Bob. The last one. "I am so fucking cold," he yelled. "I am so fucking tired of winter and the fucking snow and my fucking job and never seeing you anymore." His voice raised a notch. "I am tired of being alone." He looked at his wineglass and Roger was suddenly afraid Bob was going to hurl it at him but he didn't. He carefully placed it on a side table and then seemed to melt. He bowed his head and began to shiver.

At first Roger thought he was shaking from the cold but when he went to him and put his arms around him he found he was crying. "Baby, baby," Roger crooned, leading Bob to the couch and settling down next to him. "Baby, what's the matter?"

Bob started to say something but it came out an unintelligible sob. Roger rubbed his back gently and held him, his mind racing. What the hell was going on here? What did Bob mean about being alone? Sure, they were both working a lot but they had their times together. Roger let his mind play over the past month, looking for the times they'd done things together. There didn't seem to be as many as there should have been.

Bob responded to Roger's warmth and closeness and after a few minutes his breathing evened out and he took a deep breath. "I am so tired of being cold," he said, so quietly Roger almost missed it. "I'm tired of winter and my job and your job and this place and... and..."

They sat in silence for a long moment. "And the fucking snow?" Roger asked, emphasizing the impossible act. There was another long silence.

"Yes," Bob said, sounding nearly normal again. "And the fucking snow."

"But not me?"

Bob looked up at him. "No. Not you. Never you. That would be like being tired of my right hand." He smiled. "Or my dick."

Roger leaned in and kissed him lightly. "No," he said, "you could never be tired of your dick. And neither could I." He kissed Bob again, this time a little less lightly. "I tell you what. Let's go turn on the shower and fill the bathroom with steam. We can pretend it's the seventies and we're at the baths again."

Bob laughed and shook his head, looking into Roger's eyes. "Forget the steam. Let's just go to bed."

As they were undressing Bob put his arms around Roger and kissed him. "I'm sorry I fell apart, Rog. I really am. Things just... I don't know. I guess it's the winter."

They lay close together, touching and kissing but they both knew it wasn't going to go any further. Bob was still churning inside and no part of his body seemed able to respond to Roger's touch. Finally, by unspoken consent, they simply arranged themselves spoon fashion and went to sleep.

Several hours later Roger rolled onto his back and stared into the dark, listening to Bob's regular breathing. As accountants often do when they can't go back to sleep, Roger began reviewing his mental ledger sheets. They showed that for quite a few months there had been a great deal more time at work than at home. When he'd been assigned to run the audit team working on Price Metals in October he'd known it was going to be a major challenge. Not only was Price Metals a huge account, they'd assigned three brand new, right out of school accountants to the deal. Roger had had to keep them in line and review everything they did along with handling the most sensitive parts of the books. All of that took a lot of time. More than he should have let it.

When had they last been out to dinner together? Well, there was Christmas, of course, with Sam and his new girlfriend. And New Year's Eve downstairs with Ed and Manny and those other guys they'd invited. Oh, yeah, and that one day in December when they'd gone Christmas shopping and then stopped in at Le Cock afterwards.

What else had they done together since October? Nothing he could think of except for Thanksgiving and even that was spent with others. A dismal record, Roger thought as he turned on his side and pressed himself against Bob, seeking his warmth.

The next day Roger ignored the novices and spent a couple of hours on his computer, searching the Internet. When he was finished he called Bob at the office. The phone was answered by Bob's administrative assistant.

"Hi, Jerry. It's Roger."

"Oh, hi Mr. Carmichael. He's in a meeting with Mr. Albo and I don't think you want to interrupt." Roger could hear raised voices in the background.

"Right, Jerry. Listen, just tell him... Oh, never mind. I'll see him when he gets home. Thanks anyway."

For the first time in over a year Roger left the office early, made a couple of stops and beat Bob home by twenty minutes. By the time Bob got there the apartment was warm and there were savory smells filling the air.

"Really bad day, huh?" Roger said, taking Bob's coat.

Bob nodded. "You don't want to know. What smells so good?"

Roger handed him a glass filled with very cold, very good gin. "Dinner. I stopped at Dunwoods and picked up a couple of things. Come on, it'll be a few minutes."

They sat together on the sofa, their knees touching, and sipped their drinks in silence.

"I have a plan to upset your boss," Roger said after a bit.

"Albo? You don't need a plan. Besides, I already did that."

"Not like this. You're taking ten days off. Starting Thursday."

"Day after tomorrow? Ten days? You know I can't do that."

Roger got up and put fresh ice and gin in the shaker. "You can and you will." He refilled their glasses with the icy gin. "We're going to Palm Springs."

"Palm Springs? In California?"

"That's the place. Average February temperature: 72 degrees. But I checked the forecast and it's not going to be average. It's supposed to be in the 80's." He took a swallow of his drink and grinned. "And the only ice will be in the drinks."

Bob looked at him as though he'd lost his mind. "Wait a minute. We're going? Me and Mr. Works-weekends-too?"

Roger turned serious. "I know, Bob, I know. I've spent most of the past six months of my life in that damned office but no more. I didn't realize how that was affecting you... No, I didn't realize how much it was affecting us. So. No more weekends and ten days in Palm Springs starting Thursday. You and me."

Bob stood and took Roger into his arms. "Thank you, Rog. Thank you. I've missed you."

Over dinner Bob grew more and more excited at the prospect of the trip. Roger, in his usual way, had taken care of all the arrangements and there was nothing for Bob to do but pack.

"Wait," Bob said over dessert. "You didn't tell me where we're staying."

"Oh, we're staying with Some Guys."

Bob thought for a minute. "What guys? We don't know anyone in Palm Springs."

Roger grinned. "No, baby. That's the name of the place: Some Guys. It's a small resort. For men. Only."

Bob cocked his head. "For men only? You mean it's a gay place?"

Roger nodded. "Yeah, a gay place. I know, I know. But I've really been thinking about this and I think it's time we just let ourselves be ourselves. If anyone asks we just say we stayed with `Some Guys' and let it go at that."

Bob got up from the table and went around to Roger. "I love you, Rog, you know that?"

They kissed and Roger murmured, "I know you do, Baby. Nearly as much as I love you."

The next day was pretty chaotic for both of them. Roger had already told the new guys he was taking the time off and they hit him with what seemed like an endless stream of questions, requests for instructions and just plain whining. Roger's boss wasn't much better.

Bob thought Mr. Albo was going to explode when he told him about it. The man yelled, shouted, threatened and finally pleaded but Bob managed to stand his ground. There was no way he wasn't going on this vacation. In the end he convinced Mr. Albo that the warehouse would get along just fine without him and that Jerry could handle whatever came up. He had to promise that he would check in with Jerry every day before Mr. Albo finally gave up and left Bob's office, grumbling under his breath.

Jerry, on the other hand, was delighted for him. "You need this, Bob. You really do need to get a way from here. And don't let him--he nodded in the general direction of Mr. Albo's office--try to stop you. If it was him he wouldn't even bother telling you he was going. And forget the daily phone call. If it's an absolute has-to-be-handled-now emergency I'll call you. Otherwise, well, just have a good time."

Somehow they got through it and at five thirty the next morning found themselves in the airport watching their plane being de-iced. From the looks of the waiting area there weren't a lot of people heading for Los Angeles--or maybe most of the ones who wanted to hadn't been lucky enough to find a cab driver willing to brave the icy roadways in the face of another snow storm. In any case, it didn't look like the plane was going to be crowded. Bob was thankful for that fact. He hated being jammed into those tiny seats.

In the end it didn't matter; Roger had bought first class tickets. When they were settled in the large leather seats and had been served the first glass of champagne Roger looked over at Bob and smiled at him. "Well, why not?" he said, knowing what Bob was thinking. "The fourteenth is our anniversary and besides, you deserve the best."

Bob looked quickly around and, seeing no one looking, gave Roger a quick kiss. "We deserve the best. And," he said, watching the steward come towards them with the champagne bottle, "I think we got it. At least to LA"

It was a great flight made better by the fact that Bob and Roger were the only passengers in first class. They had scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast, washed down with orange juice and more champagne and then had roast beef sandwiches and red wine for lunch. They landed right on time in Los Angeles where they found it overcast and cold.

Two hours later, however, at the Palm Springs airport, they shed their coats down to their shirtsleeves and dug through their luggage for sunglasses. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and eighty-one degrees. They rented a convertible ("Oh, what the hell. Why not?"), retrieved their luggage and set off to find Some Guys.

It wasn't difficult. The man at the car rental counter had asked where they were staying and marked the route on a map. Palm Springs is a small place and the resort turned out to be not five miles from the airport.

They parked in front of a wall covered by a vine with brilliant red flowers. There were palm trees flanking the lobby door, surrounded by more brightly colored flowers. They rang the bell and waited a moment until the door was opened and a man peered around it. "Oh, you must be Roger and Bob," he said, opening the door fully. "We've been expecting you. Come in, come in." It wasn't until they were inside and the door had been closed that they realized the man was naked.

"Hi," he said, shaking their hands. "I'm Ed. Welcome to Some Guys." He went behind the desk and shuffled through some papers until he found the one he wanted. "Here we go," he said, smoothing it out on the counter. "Just sign here and don't forget to put down the car license." He grinned. "We actually do check sometimes."

While Roger filled out the paper Bob watched Ed climb into a pair of shorts. He appeared to be in his late fifties or early sixties but was in good shape for his age whatever it was. He had salt and pepper hair, a white, close cropped beard and moustache and, Bob couldn't help noticing, a large, circumcised dick.

"You boys got a lot of luggage?" Ed asked. "If you do I'll get Harry to help us but if not..."

"No, we packed light," Roger said, signing the paper with a flourish.

Ed grinned. "Good. Don't need much more than a toothbrush around here anyway."

They went out to the car, got the luggage and Ed showed them to their room. "Now you probably want a shower and whatnot after your flight and all. You come up to the desk when you're ready and ol' Harry will show you around the place. Oh, yeah, and help yourself to the wine, okay?" He waived in the general direction of a bottle of white wine cooling in a bucket of ice and breezed out the door.

Roger opened the wine, poured and handed Bob a glass. "Well, Baby, what do you think? This okay?"

Bob looked around the room. There was a king size bed, a couple of chairs and a dresser with a TV on it. "Yeah. This is okay. As long as you're here." He tasted the wine and found it dry and crisp. "But what's with the naked innkeeper?"

"A little surprise. According to their web site, the whole place is `clothing optional'. The only time we have to put on our pants is when we go out the front door. I thought it'd be kind of fun..."

Bob laughed and kissed him. "Well, just don't forget the sunscreen." He stopped and looked out the window. "Sunscreen. There's sun! It's warm. Oh, Roger, thank you. This is going to be the best anniversary ever."

They unpacked and when they were finished they found they had finished the wine as well. They took a shower together for the first time in years and then decided to take a little nap before venturing outside. It felt so good to slip under the smooth, crisp sheets and just be together. They were asleep in three minutes.

It was dark outside when Roger woke to go to the bathroom. When he climbed back into the bed Bob woke and went to do the same. Back in bed he turned on his side so Roger could stretch out against him and hold him.

They dozed for a while, slipping in and out of sleep until Bob felt Roger grow hard. He pressed back against him until the erection was pressed tightly between his buns. Roger moved his hand down Bob's belly until he found Bob's dick, hard as his own. He kissed Bob lightly on the back of the neck and gently humped his ass. "Yes," Bob whispered into the air. "Please."

Roger reached behind him and found the nightstand. He felt around until he found the tube of lubricant and put it in Bob's hands. Bob opened it and passed it back, feeling a level of desire he hadn't felt in a long time.

Roger pulled away from Bob and gently applied some of the slick lubricant to his ass, rubbing it in until his finger slipped inside. Bob groaned pushed back telling Roger he was ready. Roger put a thick coat of the lube on his dick and pressed it gently against Bob's ass.

Bob let out a long sigh as Roger entered him. This was something they hadn't done in a long time and he'd forgotten how much he liked it. Roger paused once the head of his dick was inside but Bob couldn't wait. He pressed back against Roger and took in his dick until he could feel the thick, wiry hair against his skin. Roger paused again, this time to let himself get used to the warm, moist glove that held his dick so tightly. Then he began to stroke in Bob, each stroke pushing each of them closer to that edge of pleasure they both loved so well.

They took a long time because there didn't seem to be any reason to hurry. Finally, when Roger couldn't hold himself back any longer, he reached for Bob's cock and took it in a firm hand. That pushed Bob over the edge and he filled Roger's hand with his hot seed. That pushed Roger over and he let go, drowning himself in the pleasure of it all.

They slept then, Roger's dick in Bob's ass and Bob's dick in Roger's hand.

In time Roger began to slip out of Bob but the feeling that brought on merely made Roger grow hard again and he pressed deeper into Bob, staying where he felt he belonged. He moved a little, very slowly and he felt Bob grow hard in his hand. It took a lot longer this time because they slept sometimes and sometimes one or the other would soften and they'd wait, idly playing, until the rigidity came back. It grew light outside and they heard the sounds of people but they paid no heed. They had become one again and nothing mattered but that oneness.

After a long, long time, by unspoken consent, Roger withdrew so Bob could turn onto his back. When he was back inside the two men looked into each other's eyes and told each other how much they were loved. By the time they pushed each other over that sharp edge of pleasure they had re-established many of the lines of communication they had lost over the past couple of years.

And then they were hungry.

"Hey, thought we lost you two last night," Ed called as Bob and Roger emerged from their room. "But then, maybe you had some catching up to do." He waived them into a small patio area. "Coffee's over there, regular and decaf. Help yourself. Donuts too."

The coffee was good. Bob took a sip and stretched in the early morning sun, suddenly realizing how wonderful he felt. Roger eyed the donuts but didn't take one. He wanted a real breakfast and didn't want to take the edge off his hunger. The coffee hit the spot though. He wandered over to Ed who was reading a newspaper called The Valley Sun.

"Where's a good place for breakfast?"

Ed looked at the clock hanging on the wall and smiled. "Well, it's pretty early for most of the gay restaurants. I mean, if you want a fancy brunch. But if I was hungry I guess I'd go over to Jack's Grill. He puts up a mean plate of eggs and the biscuits and gravy are something else. Besides, it's just a few blocks over and after one of Jack's breakfasts you'll need the walk back."

He was right. After omelets filled with artichokes and asparagus and surrounded by little red potatoes sautéed with shallots and garlic, a walk was definitely in order.

When they got back to Some Guys Ed was in the office, naked and reading the paper. "Hi, guys. How was the breakfast?"

"Wonderful," said Bob, patting his stomach. "I think Roger here actually had his fill."

"Yeah..." Roger started but Ed interrupted. "Ready for your tour? Here's Harry."

Harry turned out to be something else again. He was in his mid thirties, tall--maybe six-five--with green eyes, buzz cut hair and wore a thick mat of dark 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 framed an impressive uncut dick and low hanging balls.

Ed laughed and said, "Yeah, that's Harry. It's his name too. Harry, this here's Bob and Roger, guys I told you about. Show `em around, will you?"

Harry stuck out his hand and shook, first with Roger and then with Bob. "Sure. Happy to. Come on, guys. Or," looking them over, "would you like to get out of those clothes first?"

"No, we're fine," Bob said.

Harry shrugged. "Suit yourselves." His eyes sparkled at the pun. "Right this way."

They went out of the office through an inside door which lead to the lawn and pool. They turned right and Harry said, "That's my place, where the path turns left." They did turn and continued along the concrete walk. Whenever Harry was walking in front of them Bob couldn't take his eyes off Harry's back which was tanned darkly and smooth as... well, Bob didn't know what but it was smooth without a hair on it. His buns did have hair, the same dark blond as on his chest except that it was short and tightly curled.

At the end of the walk, where it turned left again Harry pointed out a flagstone area with a lattice roof, a grill and a picnic table. "You get some coffee this morning? Ed usually puts out donuts or pastry too if you're so inclined. Wine and maybe cheese in the evening, around six o'clock. You can eat here too if you don't want to go out. Just throw some steaks on the grill there and make yourselves at home. Most of the guys toss a couple of six-packs in the fridge and if you want soda or water that's in there too. On the honor system." He grinned at them. "We're pretty informal around here and like to see the guests having a good time with each other." He pointed to a large ice machine. "Help yourselves to ice whenever you want. There's a bucket in your room."

On the other side of the walk was a large pool. "You can swim pretty much anytime but we prefer that you don't come home in the middle of the night, drunk or high or not, and make a lot of noise. Some guys are presumably trying to sleep. Down that walk are just more rooms so let's cut across the lawn and I'll show you the sun deck.

They skirted the pool and went around behind a small building containing what appeared to be a couple of guest rooms. At the back was a stairway which led up to the roof of the building. They climbed up to find a fair sized tiled area with low walls and cushions scattered around. They also found a couple of men, naked and sucking on each other's cocks. Harry hardly gave them a glance. "Nice place to sun if you want to get away from the pool area." He nodded at the two men who were deep into what they were doing and paid them no attention, "Have a lot of fun up here sometimes too."

Back down the steps and through an arch covered with bright flowers they came to a large hot tub. Pointing at some controls on the other side of the tub Harry said, "It's pretty automatic but it you want jets and bubbles you have to give that timer a twist. Runs an hour max and then shuts off. You still want it, someone has to climb out and turn it on again. The water's pretty consistently around ninety seven or eight. Not too hot, not too cool." He laughed. "Sign says capacity is ten but hell, I've been in it with fifteen, sixteen other guys. All having a good time."

They went out through the flowered arch. "I hate that bougainvillea," Harry said, pointing at the flowers. "Clean them out of that tub about six times a day and it's still full of them. One of these days I'm going to rip it out by it's roots."

"You do the gardening around here?" asked Roger.

"Not really. We got a couple of guys come around two or three times a week to take care of things." He laughed as he led them across the lawn to their room. "Mostly I just fix stuff, do the books and help Ed when he needs it." Harry pointed out a set of double doors, "TV room," he said, "or a gathering room, whatever. It gets fairly busy on our cool winter evenings."

They turned left and went down the walk, past the office to their room. Harry stopped at the room just before it. "So that's the place. Now you guys ought to get out of those clothes and enjoy the sun. It's what you came for, isn't it?"

Bob grinned. "It sure is but I think we'll make one more trip outside and get some sunscreen and beer for that refrigerator. I don't want to burn up on the first day."

They waived to Harry and went into their room for the car keys. The room had been made up while they were out and Roger observed, "We may not need the beer. They've provided us with another bottle of wine." He picked it up and studied the label. "It's the same as last night which, if I remember rightly, was pretty good."

Bob nodded and handed Roger the car keys. "It was but if we start on that wine out there in the sun I'll be asleep in thirty minutes. I think a beer or two would hit the spot. And maybe a little gin for cocktail time."

They were silent in the car, each lost in his own thoughts. They found a large drug store where, they were surprised to learn, you could buy sunscreen, beer, and gin, all at the same time. They bought some tonic as well.

Back in the car Bob turned to Roger and asked what he thought.

"About what? The place? Harry? The guys on the sundeck?"

Bob laughed. "All of the above."

"Well, I like the place. It's a little frayed around the edges and could stand some updating but I like it. It's comfortable, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it is comfortable. And friendly. It's not the sort of place we're used to staying but I sure feel welcome there. Now what about Harry?"

Roger looked over at Bob ad grinned. "I wish you could have seen your face when he came strolling in. I thought your eyes were going to fall out."

"Well, you have to admit he is something. All that fur. My god, I'll bet you could braid his pubic hair if it wasn't so curly."

"Say, that might be fun to try someday. And your reaction to the guys on the sundeck?"

Bob thought for a minute. "Surprise mostly. I mean, we haven't seen things like that since we used to go to the baths years ago." He thought a little longer. "But they sure did seem to be having fun. You suppose we'll see more of that sort of thing?"

"I have no doubt of it. Maybe join in, too. You think?"

"My god, Roger, we haven't done anything like that since... I don't remember, do you?"

"Sure. It was, let me see, summer, four, no five, years ago. We were staying with Bill and Bryan up at the lake, remember? There were those two other guys there too and we all ended up naked on the living room floor like a pile of puppies. Horny puppies as I remember."

"Oh, yeah. How could I forget that?" Bob looked out at the palm trees. "You suppose that'll happen here?"

Roger smiled to himself. "I don't know. If it does, it does. If it doesn't, well, there's always just us."

Back at the resort they put their things away and self-consciously stripped. "I don't know," said Bob, getting out of his underwear. "I've never just walked out of a hotel room naked. I'm not sure I can do it."

"But you'll try, I know. But you're right, it does feel strange. I'll probably get a hard-on at first."

"Well, I'm sure you could find someone to take care of that." He took Roger's dick in his hand. "Me, for instance."

"Now Bob, if you start that..."

It was too late. Bob was on his knees, taking Roger's soft cock in his mouth. It was one of his favorite things, Bob thought, taking Roger's dick in his mouth and feeling it get hard. It didn't take long before Roger was very hard and Bob could slip his tongue between the foreskin and the head. This drove Roger crazy and he put his hands on the back of Bob's head and forced his dick further into his mouth.

Bob took the dick into his throat and, deciding to make this one a quickie, began swallowing down on it. After some twenty-nine years he knew just what to do and how to do it. Within minutes Roger was breathing hard and when Bob took hold of his balls and squeezed them, gently but very firmly, he let out a long groan, bent double and came. Bob backed off a little so he could taste him. When Roger seemed through Bob wedged his tongue back between Roger's foreskin and the head of his dick. This brought Roger off again, immediately. Bob had learned this little trick somewhere in their first few years together and it never stopped amazing him. It didn't always work but when it did Roger had two, sometimes three, orgasms, one right after the other.

When it was over, Roger staggered back and sat in a chair. "Oh, man, it just does me in when you do that." He stretched out his arms. "Now come here."

Bob went and sat on Roger's knees, facing him. Roger leaned forward, taking one nipple in his mouth and the other between his fingers. With his free hand he slowly jacked him off. It didn't take long either. As soon as he began to pinch and nibble on Bob's nipples Bob took a very deep breath and came in his hand.

When he could catch his breath he kissed Roger and said, into his mouth, "I may not be able to do that double orgasm thing you do but mine lasts almost long enough to make up for it."

"You make up for it in volume, too," Roger said, wiping his hand across Bob's belly. "You come more than any man I've ever known. Now come on, lets clean up and get out there where the boys are."

Outside they stashed the beer in the refrigerator and stretched out on a couple of lounges by the pool. There were three or four other guys already there, basking in the sun. In a few minutes a very attractive, younger man appeared, selected an air mattress and jumped into the pool. He climbed onto the mattress and lay on his back putting a cloth over his eyes, presumably to protect them from the sun. It took Bob and Roger a few minutes before they realized he was one of the guys they'd seen up on the sundeck.

Bob leaned over to Roger and said, "Well, he's certainly well equipped to do what he was doing."

Roger laughed and replied, "Yeah and pretty enough to do it with whoever he wants."

"Well, I don't know about that..."

Roger laughed again. "You wouldn't blow him, given the chance?"

"No, no, I didn't say that. I just said there may be somebody in the world who wouldn't. I can't imagine who."

They watched, along with the other men around the pool, as the boy slowly became hard. It was a fascinating show, this well shaped, good sized cock slowly stretching out over the boy's balls and then lifting itself into the air until it looked like a small mast, just waiting for a sail.

After a while one of the men couldn't contain himself and dived into the pool. As he went into the water they could all see that he was hard as well. He swam over to the boy, splashed a little water on him and whispered something in his ear. The boy nodded and rolled off the air mattress into the other guy's arms. After a quick kiss they climbed out of the pool, completely uncaring that they were both quite erect, and went off towards the rooms.

One of the other men looked over and called, "Too bad they aren't going to the sundeck. We could follow and watch the show."

They spent the next several days sleeping late, sitting in the sun around the pool and getting re-acquainted. They ate well in Palm Springs' gay restaurants, drank well in a variety of gay bars and did a little window shopping on Palm Canyon Drive but mostly they spent their time at Some Guys, around the pool, on the sundeck or in bed. It was a time of relaxation and enjoyment they desperately needed.

One day, around noon, they were sitting at a table in the shade of an umbrella when Ed came out of the office with three beers and a bowl of peanuts. He put them on the table and said, "You boys seem to be enjoying yourselves." He opened the beers and said, "Hope you don't mind a little company. I kind of like to get to know my guests, at least those who stay a while."

They tasted the beer and found it quite good. Roger looked at the label on the bottle and laughed. "Chihuahua? They named a beer after a dog?"

Ed shook his head. "No, actually I think they named the dog after the beer." Roger raised an inquiring eyebrow and Ed continued, "The beer comes from Mexico, state of Chihuahua, where it's been made for god knows how many years. Same place the dog comes from. So maybe they didn't name the dog after the beer, they just named both for where they come from. Anyway, that's what I think. What made you guys choose Some Guys?"

Roger answered that one. "It was a kind of surprise for Bob. I saw it on the Internet and liked what I saw." He glanced at the other men around the pool. "The fact that everyone is naked didn't hurt either."

"You been to naked resorts before?"

Bob spoke up. "No. This is the first. In fact, Roger didn't even tell me it was a nude place until we got here."

"You like it?" Ed pushed the peanuts toward Bob.

They both looked at Bob. After a moment he said, "Yeah, I do. I thought I might not but now, I don't know, there's no attitude here. Everyone is friendly and happy and no one's trying to impress anyone. I really like that."

Roger nodded. "It's so free. And a nice place, too. You and Harry keep it running very well."

Ed grinned. "It's mostly Harry. He does the Internet thing and keeps the books and keeps the staff in line. I mostly paint and keep out of the way." He looked back and forth between them. "Say, don't you guys know something about keeping books?"

Bob shook his head and pointed at Roger. "Don't look at me. He's the accountant."

Ed focused on Roger and said, "Don't want to spoil your vacation or nothing but... Well, could you maybe talk to Harry a little? He's having some sort of trouble with some stuff the bank sends or something and maybe you could give him some pointers. I don't really understand it but I know it's kind of bothering him and I'm no help."

Bob thought Ed looked like nothing so much as a big lovable dog wanting someone to scratch him behind the ears when he said this. When Roger said sure, he'd spend a couple of hours with Harry Bob thought Ed was going to lick his face.

"Thank you," Ed gushed, "Thank you, I'll go tell Harry. Oh, and I'll knock a couple days off your bill, okay?" He hurried off in the direction of the office, not waiting for an answer.

"Do you think they're lovers?" Bob asked.

"Could be I suppose. May-December relationships aren't that uncommon," Roger said. "I'm sure I'll find out."

A half hour later Roger and Harry were heading for the office. "You going to have a nap Bob?"

Bob shook his head. "No, I think I'm going to sit here and stare at that man's dick." He nodded towards a good looking guy stretched out in a lounge on the other side of the pool. "I want to see if I can give him a hard-on."

Both Roger and Harry laughed. "And I'll bet you will," Roger said. "See you later."

When they were gone Bob left his seat and settled down on a lounge, directly across from the guy. The fact that there were several other men in and around the pool only made his little fantasy more exciting.

He took his sunglasses off so the man could see exactly where he was looking. After a few minutes the guy looked up from his book almost as if he felt Bob's eyes on him. Bob's eyes didn't waiver and it wasn't long before the guy looked up again. This time he smiled before he went back to the book. Bob kept staring, thinking how thick and black the guy's pubic hair was.

The guy looked up again and this time he put the book aside. He smiled again and Bob realized he was staring back, at his dick. Bob reached down and tugged on his dick, the way guys do when they first take off their underwear. The guy across the pool did the same.

It didn't take long before the guy's dick began to lengthen and fill out. Bob's was doing the same and in no time they both had full fledged erections. The guy touched himself, running one finger down the length of his dick. Bob did the same and then curled his hand around it, holding it loosely for a moment. Then he slid his hand up and off.

The guy across the pool put his thumb and forefinger in a circle and slid them over the head and down to the base of his dick. He hefted his balls and slid his fingers back up his dick. Then he smiled, jerked his head towards some trees to his right and got up. Bob stood and followed him, holding his dick so it wouldn't bounce out in front of him.

When he got to the little grove he found two lounges facing each other, pushed together so they touched. The guy was on one, slowly playing with himself. Bob got on the other, stretching out and spreading his legs so his balls fell down between them. He took his dick in a loose fist and slipped it slowly up and down a couple of times.

The guy held up a couple of clear little pouches and looked inquiringly at Bob. Bob nodded and the guy tossed him one. He twisted the other one open and squeezed some of the clear jell onto his cock. Then he slowly spread it until his whole cock was shiny with it.

Bob spread some on his dick and found it cool and the slickest thing he had ever felt. He made a fist and slowly pushed his dick into it. It felt warm and very tight on his dick and he knew he was going to have to go slowly. He looked at the other guy and saw him rubbing his cock head with his palm. Then the guy ran his index finger along the wad of skin just under the head. He groaned very quietly.

Bob loosened his fist and slowly brought it up, slipping his dick out of it. He had to be careful of his cock head because it became so sensitive so fast. He put his thumb and forefinger together again, the way he had by the pool, and pushed his dick through, moving his fingers to the very base. He thought he might last longer this way, working away from the head.

The guy watched him and imitated him, making a fist and pushing his cock into it. That brought him up pretty fast so he stopped, holding his dick loosely in his fist.

For a long time they watched each other jack off, holding themselves right on the edge of orgasm. Finally, when neither of them could stand it anymore the guy barked out "now" and let himself fall over his edge. Bob followed, almost at the same time.

They came and came and came. The guy was fascinated by the amount of cum Bob was spewing out and Bob was equally taken by the distance the guy could shoot. He'd let go of his cock an instant before the first shot and his cock was standing up, shooting wildly. One shot actually hit the leaves on a low branch above him.

Bob held on to his dick and let his cum gush over his fist. When it seemed to stop he'd move his hand and it would start gushing out again.

When it was over for both of them, the guy rubbed his hand around his chest and belly, coating it with his cum. Then he held it out to Bob.

Bob's hand was already coated so he merely leaned forward and shook the guy's hand. "I'm Bob."

"Me, too," He grinned at Bob. "No, really. My name is Bob, Bob Williams."

Bob smiled. "Bob Andrews here."

They stood and folded themselves into a hug, rubbing their chests together and wiping their hands on each other's buns. They kissed and both of them began to firm up again.

"That was really something," they said into each others mouths.

When they broke Bob Williams said, "Yeah. It's probably my favorite thing to do with a stranger. Every one does it differently and it's wonderful to watch. I never saw anyone come as much as you, though. You always like that?"

"Pretty much. Especially when I'm really turned on."

They walked back to the pool area and used the shower before taking a swim and going back to their lounges.

Bob was dozing on the lounge when Roger and Harry finished with the computer problem. Roger woke him with a kiss and said, "Making that guy hard put you to sleep?"

"No, but having sex with him sort of wore me out."

Roger raised his eyebrows. "You actually blew him? Or did he blow you?"

Bob laughed. "Neither. But like pre-school boys we had a very memorable parallel play time."

"Now what does that mean?"

"See over there, in those trees? There's a couple of lounges there and we sat on them, facing each other and had one hell of a jack-off session. It was great, too, because it was like having sex with myself."

Roger eased himself down, sitting on Bob's legs, facing him and taking hold of his cock. "In case you've not noticed, jacking-off is having sex with yourself."

"Yeah, but it turns out his name is Bob too so it was kind of a double sex with yourself. Very exciting. You help Harry? And if you keep playing with that thing you're going to make it hard."

Roger didn't stop. "It was okay. He's using a program I know pretty well so I was able to give him some tips. His real problem was that the bank wasn't sorting stuff the same way his program does so he couldn't seem to reconcile to the statement. We called the bank and they said they'd sort it any way we wanted. So that's straightened out."

"You get your hands on him?"

"We were actually doing some work, you know, so no, I didn't get my hands on him. I'd like to, though. He's a bright, intelligent guy for all his fur and big dick. And, by the way, he and Ed are not lovers or partners or anything. Just old friends. Now come on, let's go have a little nap."

"Nap" was their code word for sex and on the way to the room Bob thought about how much "napping" they had been doing since they got to Some Guys. Some was probably brought on by the general sexual undercurrent that ran through the place, some just because they were naked so much but most of it, he thought, was because they were communicating again, being together again in so many ways.

They had a shower, crowded together in the tiny stall, dried each other and stretched out on the cool, crisp sheets on the bed. Bob rolled onto his side and said, "Oooooooo Larry, Let's do it, okay? Let's you fuck me in the ass."

Roger twisted a little pouch open and squeezed some of the jell onto his dick. Then he pressed his dick against Bob's ass, slowly opening him. Once the head was inside Bob pushed back on him, taking him inside.

"Wait Larry, wait. Oh, god, you're so big. I don't think my tender young ass can take you. Ohhhhh."

"I'm not pulling it out, Brent. You're going to take it and take it like a man. You said you wanted it and now you're going to take this big cock up your teen-age ass and you're going to love it. All twelve inches of it."

"No, Larry, I can't. I can't. It's sooooooooo big!"

The dialog was from a porn film they had rented when they were first together. They'd been so taken with the absurd dialog that they'd called each other Larry and Brent for a couple of weeks, until they realized it was confusing to little Sam, Bob's son. But even after they went back to Bob and Roger they sometimes reverted to Larry and Brent when they were having playful sex.

When they had both gotten off they lay together, still connected. Roger was gently playing with Bob's dick when something occurred to him. "You know, Bob, this is your third time today." He held up his dripping hand. "How can you produce this much cum? It's more than this morning. What'd that other guy, you know, that other Bob, what'd he say when you came?"

"Nothing. But he couldn't take his eyes off it."

"He didn't say anything?"

"No, but I didn't say anything about him being able to shoot it clear up into the trees, either."

"He did that? Where do you find these guys?"

Bob smiled. "Hanging around the right places, I guess. Now come on, let's have a shower and go have some wine with Ed."

They spent the next few days lazing in the sun and exploring Palm Springs. They were surprised at the number of gay people they saw everywhere they went. It seemed that every waiter in town was a gay man as were most of the shop keepers. Roger spent a few more hours with Harry, helping him put the books in better, and simpler, order while Bob spent those hours trying to stare another guy into hardness. With only limited success.

On their last day Ed asked them to dinner. Actually it was Harry's dinner because Ed couldn't cook anything beyond frozen pizza. Harry, on the other hand was quite competent in the kitchen and promised his specialty, lamb chops stuffed with herbs and Roquefort cheese. Bob and Roger brought the gin.

Sitting in his living room with their first martini Ed asked how they had enjoyed their stay.

Bob thought for a little and said, "It was wonderful! It took me a couple of days to get used to not wearing any clothes but once I was over that I had a great time. How about you, Rog?"

"The same, except that it didn't take me more than about seven minutes to get used to being naked. Like now, it's just great being naked and drinking martinis. It just feels right, I guess. I liked the other guests, too. They're a friendly bunch of guys."

Bob winked. "And don't forget willing, Rog."

Roger laughed. "Yeah, they're a willing bunch of guys too." He turned to Ed. "Is it always like that? I mean, are your guests always that... that friendly?"

Ed shook his head. "More. This group seems a bit standoffish to me. But if you want to meet a great group of guys you should be here when the PSNG are here. Now that's a friendly group."

Bob shook his head. "PSNG? Who are they?"

Harry answered for Ed. "Palm Springs Naked Guys. A gay nudist group. They come here for the day every couple of months. They have a ball. Now who would like a refill?"

While Harry was bartending Bob looked around the room. "Are all these paintings yours, Ed?"

"Most," he replied. "Couple I traded for. You like them?"

"I do." He thought for a second. "That picture in our room, the guy in the meadow. That's yours too, isn't it?"

Ed nodded. "Something of mine in every room. Couple of guys even bought them, right off the wall."

Harry served the drinks. "Sometimes I think Ed would rather paint than anything. That's why he keeps me around, to run this place."

"Well, it's a great place," Roger said. "I know we'll be back."

During dinner, which was delicious, Ed talked more about his painting, telling them how he'd gotten started, how he got ideas for his paintings and how frustrated he got when he couldn't paint. "Sometimes I think I'll just sell this place and move on. I could always go to Santa Fe and live with my brother. Maybe open a little gallery or something."

Harry chimed in, "If I had a brother as hunky as yours you can be sure I'd be living with him. Or at least sleeping with him."

Ed laughed. "Yeah, I've always wanted to have my way with him but you know him. So proper and brotherly."

Harry looked at Bob and Roger. "He's been here a couple of times. Mostly wore a swim suit but I did catch him once, naked in the hot tub." He laughed. "He's quite a man."

The next morning Bob and Roger had to leave. In the office, dressed, they hugged Ed and Harry. Bob was surprised that Harry kissed them both and was quite sincere in his invitation to come back. He also gave Roger his E-mail address. "If I have any more problems I'm going to ask, if that's okay."

"Sure it is," Roger said. "I'm always happy to help. Now come on Bob or we'll miss our plane."

Bob hugged Ed again. "If you ever do decide to sell this place, let us know. I think I'd like being a naked innkeeper."

On the flight out of Los Angeles, going home, Bob said, "I really liked that place. I want to come back. Soon."

Roger sipped his champagne. "Me too. The place, the town, the people. All of it. And I'm sure we'll be welcome at Some Guys. They both seemed very sincere asking us back."

Bob smiled and turned to Roger. "I wonder what their story is. I mean, they said they aren't lovers but I didn't see either one of them out playing with the guests."

"Harry told me they once played at being together but it just didn't work." He shrugged. "Whatever works, works I guess. And maybe they want to keep a sort of professional distance from the guests. Now, on another front, I checked the weather report for home."

Bob covered his face with his hands. "What."

"Good news. We're having a heat wave. It was 34 yesterday and expected to be 35 today."

Bob simply groaned and signaled the flight attendant for more champagne.

If you liked this--or even if you didn't--please let me know. Chapter two is in the works. Thanks for reading my story.

Greg Bowden Jg.ps@gte.net