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After our three-way fun, I reheated the Thai food Nelson had delivered. And then he, Tony and I enjoyed it all with the rest of the Merlot and chatted for the next hour or so.
"Would you guys like to go skinny dipping in the pool tonight?" Tony asked us, as I cleaned up the dishes and set them in the sink.
"Really?" Nelson asked, excited. "Where?"
"Yes," Tony replied. "I've got a pool in the back of the building."
"I'm in!" Nelson grinned.
"Can I take a rain check?" I said. "I've got to open the store tomorrow, so I should probably make it an early night."
"Like I said the other day, Robbie, you're welcome anytime," Tony said smiling and ran his hand down my bare back until it settled on my ass. He pulled me into a hug, crushing our naked torsos together, and then planted a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you for a lovely evening."
"My pleasure," I said, rubbing his back with one hand and his furry ass with the other.
"Well, Nelson, shall we head to my place?" Tony said, turning towards Nelson.
Nelson smiled back at him. "Yes!" He stood and gave me a hug. "Thanks Robbie." And then he kissed me lightly on the lips. "You've got my number. Anytime you guys want special delivery, just call me."
"Will do," I said, stroking the smooth skin on his back.
They both pulled their shorts and shoes on and headed to the door.
"Goodnight," I said, holding the door open as they walked out into the warmth of the evening. Nelson gave my cock and balls a light squeeze as he exited.
After they left, I tidied up the kitchen, and headed down the hall to my bedroom. Remembering that Alex wanted me to text him, I sent him a quick message. Laying naked on my bed, we exchanged a few texts back and forth. He wanted to know the rest of the details of the evening. Then he finished with a "Night Robbie. xo"
I replied with "Sleep well. xo"
The next few days were fairly uneventful with normal shifts at the store.
At home, I spent the evenings watching TV or reading. I went for another late night swim with Tony. We casually jerked off together as he told me all about the rest of the night with Nelson. They'd swam for awhile, had more wine, and eventually had sex on the steps in the shallow end of the pool.
"His cock isn't huge," Tony laughed. "But he sure knows how to use it!"
At the end of each night, Alex and I would chat via text. On Friday afternoon, we'd be heading out for an extended holiday weekend at his uncles' house in Palm Springs.
"What do I need to bring?" I asked, wondering what might be on the agenda.
"Very little," Alex replied. "It'll mostly be relaxing by the pool, maybe dinner out a couple nights, but all casual."
"Ok. G-string, check. Lube, check. All done," I texted to him.
"Ha ha! Pretty much," he replied with a wink emoji.
On Thursday night, I packed up my duffel bag with an assortment of shorts, t-shirts, a couple polos, a swimsuit and my toiletries. Since I had to work the next morning, I wanted to be ready so we could head out quickly once I got home.
On Friday morning, I drove into work early. I was opening the store, but would only be working half a day.
Alex would be returning from Santa Barbara and would meet me at the apartment a little after noon. Then we'd walk over to Tony's so he could sign the lease, and then we'd head off to Palm Springs hoping to avoid as much of the holiday weekend traffic as we could.
That was the plan, at least. But at around 10:30 am, a B-list celebrity arrived at the store with the mission of furnishing an entire guestroom. I spent almost two hours helping her pick out a bed, dresser, a chair, side tables, bedding, pillows, baskets, decor items and a mini coffee maker. It was a huge sale and got the attention of the store manager.
The celebrity customer was very sweet and she made a point of telling my manager how helpful I'd been. Though we don't work on commission, he rewarded me with a $250 store gift card -- a perk that's doled out occasionally for good customer service.
I was thrilled to get the gift card, but a little harried that I was running late getting home. I called Alex to let him know I'd be about 30 minutes late.
"No problem," he said. "I'm almost there. So maybe I can just go meet up with Tony and sign the lease."
"Perfect. Just follow the garden path back to the pool. He's in the bungalow unit next to it," I said. "I'll text him and let him know you're on your way."
"Sounds good," Alex said. "See you soon."
It was almost 1:00 pm by the time I pulled up to my apartment building. The sun was intense as I made my way down the path to Tony's unit and knocked lightly on the door.
Tony opened the door and stepped back. "Hi Robbie." He was naked, which shouldn't have really surprised me at this point. Stepping into the air-conditioned comfort of his apartment, I Iooked over and saw that Alex was sitting on the couch, sipping a glass of iced tea -- completely naked, as well.
"Hey Robbie -- or should I say 'Roomie'?" Alex said, giving me a huge grin. "The lease is all signed, so you're stuck with me now. We were just hanging out and chatting."
"Great!" I said. "Sorry I'm so late." I explained the saga of my celebrity sale.
"No problem," Tony said. "It gave us some time to get better acquainted."
"I can see that," I said, wryly. "When did you want to hit the road, Alex?"
"We probably should get going," Alex said and guzzled the last of his tea. He stood up and extended a hand to Tony. "Thanks for the iced tea, Tony."
"My pleasure," Tony said, shaking Alex's hand and then pulling him in for a hug. Taking in the spectacle of my naked roommate and my naked landlord in a naked bear hug made my cock twitch a little.
Alex pulled on his blue shorts, tucking his cock carefully inside before zipping and buttoning them. Then he slipped on a short-sleeved, white button shirt, but left it completely unbuttoned. The white cotton was a stark contrast to his tanned, hair-dusted torso. He pulled on his tennis shoes and we made our way to the door.
"Drive safe," Tony said, as we stepped outside into the heat. "Have fun!"
We made the short walk back across the garden and up the stairs to my apartment -- our apartment -- and stepped inside.
"I'm all packed. I'll just grab my bag and we can head out," I said, heading down the hall to my room.
"You should change clothes," he said, following me down the hall.
"Do I have time?" I asked.
"Of course," he smiled. "Traffic is going to be bad no matter what. You're gonna be miserable stuck in traffic in that." He gestured at my long-sleeve Oxford and jeans.
"True," I said. "It'll just take me a minute." I began unbuttoning my shirt and slipped it off.
Alex sat down on my bed, leaning back on his elbows. His open shirt spread further open revealing his chest and stomach. "Take your time."
I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off and then tugged my socks off, tossing them in my hamper. Standing there in my boxer briefs, I rifled thru my drawer to find a pair of light yellow shorts. I turned toward Alex as I went to pull them on.
"Ditch the undies," he said with a wink. "You'll be cooler that way."
"As you wish," I said, slipping my boxer briefs off. I walked naked over to my closet and pulled a couple shirts out. Holding the shorts and shirts up in front of my naked body, I asked, "Which one goes better with the shorts?"
Alex looked carefully at the shirts. Then he reached forward and examined the fabric of each, the back of his fingers gently brushing against my bare stomach as he did. "The blue one."
I slipped the short-sleeved blue shirt on and left it unbuttoned like Alex's. And then I stepped into the shorts, zipped and buttoned them up, careful not to trap my cock in the zipper.
"Nice," Alex said. He reached forward and pulled me in for a hug. Our open shirts allowed our bare chests to touch. He slipped one hand into the waistband of my shorts and massaged the top of my ass. "I'm looking forward to this weekend." And then he planted a soft kiss on my lips and slowly pulled away.
"Me, too," I said, licking my lips to try to taste his kiss.
"Let's hit the road, stud," he said, smacking my ass playfully.
We got drive-thru from a fast food restaurant before getting on the freeway. Alex inadvertently super sized our orders, so each of our burgers was accompanied by an enormous side of fries and a soda that barely fit in the cup holder.
The 120-mile trip from LA to Palm Springs typically took a little over two hours, but with the Labor Day traffic, our journey was nearly doubled in length. I was glad that I'd changed clothes, as the ride was hot, even with the AC in Alex's 10-year old Audi blasting.
We'd both polished off our giant diet sodas before we'd even made it to San Bernardino. And as the traffic crept slowly towards the outlet malls in Cabazon, Alex was squirming in the driver's seat.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm just regretting having had all that soda on top of the iced tea," Alex said, gritting his teeth. "I've got to piss like a racehorse."
"Is there a rest stop or gas station coming up?" I asked.
"Not anytime soon at the rate we're going," he replied. "And it'll take us half an hour to get off the freeway and back on again." Alex glanced down at his soda cup. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. Can you take the lid off that cup for me?"
"Sure," I said, uncapping his empty cup.
Alex had unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts with one hand, and was trying to shimmy them down slightly as he kept his other hand on the wheel.
I reached over and helped him slip his shorts down to his knees, exposing his thick bush of pubic hair and heavy cock emerging from it.
"Better go all the way," he said. "I don't want to chance getting them wet."
I slid the shorts down to his ankles. He lifted his right foot off the brake for a moment and slipped his foot out of the shorts. He grabbed the cup with his right hand and slipped it under his cock.
"Sorry Robbie," he said, looking over at me with mild desperation. "Can you kinda keep me aimed into the cup?"
"No problem," I said, with a slight grin. As we crept along in the bumper to bumper traffic, I reached over with my left hand, grabbed his penis just below the glans and aimed it towards the ice that remained in the cup. "Let her rip."
Alex tensed slightly as the first dribble of piss emerged from the head of his cock. It stopped and then started again. His body relaxed and the flow increased as his warm liquid filled the cup. He peed continuously for about 30 seconds. When the stream stopped, I waited for a few seconds more and then instinctively gave his cock a few gently shakes to release any remaining drips.
Alex let out a huge sigh. "Oh my god, thank you!" he laughed. "I thought I was going to piss my pants."
"Anytime, sir," I said, tipping an imaginary hat. I gave his cock another shake and squeezed the head to release a couple more drops. "Do you want me to take that?"
"Yeah, sorry," he said, handing me the paper cup full of his urine. I replaced the lid, still with it's straw in it. I held the cup out to him. "Care for some ginger ale?"
Alex laughed. "I'm good for the moment. Maybe a little later."
I set the cup back in cup holder.
"Do you need help getting your shorts back on?" I asked, taking in the absurd sight of Alex driving pantless with his shirt open.
"They're a little out of reach," he said. "Probably safest to wait until we're stopped somewhere." With that, he kicked his other foot out of the shorts and shoved them back away from the pedals. "You cool if I drive this way?"
"Absolutely," I said, grinning. "The view looks pretty good from where I'm sitting." I pulled my phone from my pocket and snapped a couple shots of Alex.
"Perv," Alex laughed.
"You're the one with no pants on," I said, winking.
"Touche," he said and gave his cock a playful squeeze. "It actually feels kinda weird to just have a shirt on. Can you help me take this off?"
I reached over and helped Alex slip out of his shirt and then tossed it in the back seat.
"Ahh, much better," he said, relaxing naked into the seat. "But I'm feeling kinda overdressed." He glanced over at me, his eyebrows raised above his sunglasses.
"Oh all right," I said. I slipped my shirt off and threw it back with his. And then I slipped my shorts off, careful not to raise myself too high off the seat. "Better?"
"Much better!" he smiled.
I snapped a couple more photos of him driving in just his tennis shoes and sunglasses.
Looking out at the traffic as we slowly progressed through the desert, I said, "I just hope we don't get stuck next to any semi trucks -- or cops in SUVs."
"Not to worry. I'm a very safe driver," Alex said, giving cock a gentle squeeze. "We'll be there soon enough."
Alex flipped the stereo on in his car and began singing along to another Queen song, drumming along on the steering wheel. He reached over and squeezed my shoulder, then let his hand fall over my chest. His fingertips gently brushed against my right nipple. His hand continued down across my stomach and onto my left thigh. And then he shifted it to the center console where my left arm was resting. He set his hand next to mine and gently laced his long fingers into mine.
I smiled over at him and relaxed back into my seat. Looking out the windows, I took in the surreal sights of the giant windmills rising from the desert hills and rotating slowly in the afternoon sun.