Some Guys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who?"

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

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

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

"There have been others?"

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

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

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

"Then no problem. Well, maybe one."

"Stan?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Come on. There's other places."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry was in his mid thirties, tall--maybe six-five--with green eyes, buzz cut hair and he wore a thick mat of almost white blond hair across his chest, down his belly and, shorter, down his legs. His pubic hair was longer and more tightly curled than that on his chest and belly and it framed an impressive uncut dick and large, low hanging balls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dave shook his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I am. You?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That too. That too."

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

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

Greg Bowden jg.ps@gte.net