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After slipping our clothes off in the car, we inched along the interstate for another 20 minutes before Alex flipped his turn signal on to take the next exit onto the state highway that would take us into Palm Springs. The traffic eased up only slightly, so we trudged along in the Audi at about 20 miles an hour.
"I'm so glad I was able to pee back there," Alex said, breaking the silence. "This is just about the worst traffic I've seen."
"How much further do we have to go?" I asked.
"It's only another 10 miles or so. But at this speed, we're looking at another 30 minutes," he sighed. "At least we're comfortable." He smiled over at me and adjusted his cock in his lap.
"That's true," I grinned back.
Alex picked up his phone, swiped it open and handed it to me. "Can you text my Uncle Dan and let him know we should be there by 5:00?"
"Sure," I replied. I launched the text app, typed in "Dan" to find the text chain with his uncle, and then tapped out the message.
Within a few seconds, Dan replied. "Just in time for cocktails. CU soon." The message was followed by a photo of four cocktail glasses, an ice bucket, limes and a cutting board arranged neatly on a tray on the counter top. Just visible in the upper left corner of the photo of the photo, above the ice bucket, was the slightly-out-of-focus, tanned bare ass of a man.
I laughed and held the photo up for Alex to see.
He smiled and added, "Looks like Oscar must be prepping dinner in the background."
I gave the photo a thumbs up and we continued our slow progression along the highway.
About 10 minutes down the road, we saw the source of at least part of the backup. A car, white smoke billowing from under the hood, was stalled in the left lane. A highway patrolman was setting up flares around it and directing traffic into the right lane.
After we passed the stalled car, our pace picked up a little bit. And within 10 minutes, Alex was turning into the parking lot of a big grocery store.
"I'm just going to grab a couple bottles of wine and some beer," Alex said, pulling into a parking space. After putting the car in park, he reached down and grabbed his shorts and pulled them on. I did the same. We reached back and grabbed our shirts and pulled them on as we exited the car.
We quickly made our way through the blazing afternoon heat and into the store, buttoning our shirts along the way.
Once inside, Alex grabbed a cart and headed to the liquor section. He quickly grabbed a 12-pack of an interesting Mexican beer I'd never heard of and a bottle of white wine. He asked me to pick a red, and I selected a good Merlot I'd had before. As we made our way to the checkout, I noticed a display of orchids.
"Do you think your uncles like one of these -- sort of as a hostess gift?" I asked.
"Definitely!" Alex replied. "Aren't all gays required to love orchids?" he added with a wink.
We checked out and made our way back through the heat to Alex's car.
After just a few more minutes of driving, Alex turned into one of the neighborhoods that split off from the main thoroughfare. A couple more turns and then he pulled into the driveway of a bright white brick mid-century home.
Alex grabbed the beer and our bags from the trunk and I carried the orchid and the wine to the persimmon-colored front door. He opened it without knocking and walked inside.
"Hellooo. Anybody home?" he sing-songed as he set our bags down in the entryway. In front of us was a wall clad in warm wood with an abstract watercolor hanging on it. Hallways branched off from the wall on either side.
From the right, a 50-something man with neatly-trimmed salt-and-pepper gray hair popped out. "Alex!" he exclaimed, grabbing Alex's cheeks and planting a kiss on his lips.
"Hi Oscar," Alex said, setting the beer down and giving the man a warm hug. "Robbie, this is my Uncle Oscar. Oscar, this is Robbie."
Setting the wine down, I extended my hand to Oscar, but he pulled me in for a hug.
"So good to meet you Robbie," he said, squeezing me tightly.
Oscar was about my height, but much more sturdily built than me. He was wearing white cotton shorts and an aqua blue tank top that highlighted his tan skin and revealed tufts of hair on his chest. He smelled of citrus, and his five-o'clock shadow bristled against my cheek as he hugged me.
"Alex, sweetie!" exclaimed a second man who popped around the corner. He pulled Alex in for a lengthy hug and planted multiple kisses on his cheek and neck. Pulling away he looked over at me. "Robbie, so nice to meet you. I'm Dan." He playfully pushed Oscar out of the way and hugged me.
"It's nice to meet you both," I stammered. "Robbie's told me so much about you."
"And you still came!" Dan said sarcastically, eliciting laughs from Oscar and Alex.
"This is for you," I said, handing him the orchid.
"Oh how lovely. Thank you!" Dan said taking the plant.
He was clad in a short-sleeved white button shirt, open to the middle of his chest, and coral colored shorts. He looked like an older, more mainstream version of Alex. He had the same warm skin, but free from visible tattoos. He had the same wavy dark hair, but shorter and graying at the temples. The most striking feature was his eyes, which seemed to be exact replicas of Alex's sleepy grey-blue eyes.
"You boys must need a drink after that hellish drive," Oscar said. "Alex, throw your bags in the guestroom and I'll pour us all some margaritas."
Oscar led me to the right and we stepped around the entry wall and into a large living room with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to an expansive covered patio and pool beyond. The room was filled with light, but the patio shielded it from the direct afternoon sun. To the right of the living room was an open dining area and kitchen.
They had decorated the space with an eclectic mix of simple furniture, interesting artwork and bright accents. It gave enough of a mid-century vibe to stay true to the house, but didn't feel like a 1950s/1960s time capsule like some Palm Springs houses I'd seen in design magazines.
Oscar walked to the kitchen island where the margaritas awaited us. "Salt or no salt?" he said smiling at me.
"Salt please," I replied.
He rimmed the four glasses with salt, filled them with ice, poured in the drink mix and added a slice of lime to each.
"If you wouldn't mind grabbing the chips and dip there and setting them on the coffee table. We can have cocktails in the living room," he said.
I carefully carried the basket of tortilla chips and the divided bowl (which I recognized from my store) containing salsa and guacamole, and set them on the large square coffee table. Oscar carried the drinks in on a tray and set them on the table.
I sat on the couch facing the windows and he took the chair adjacent to me. As he sat, his loose tank top slid a bit to the side revealing one of his dark nipples amidst the fur.
Alex and Dan emerged from the other side of the living room, presumably where the guest room was. Alex plopped down on the couch next to me and Dan set the orchid on the coffee table and took the chair opposite Oscar.
Oscar handed a glass to Alex and me, and then reached across the table to pass one to Dan.
"Well cheers!" Dan said, extending his glass towards us. "It's so nice to have you boys here for the long weekend."
We all clinked our glasses and took a sip of the cold cocktails.
"Wow! That's delicious," I said. "I think that's just about the best margarita I've ever had."
"Thank you," Oscar blushed.
"Be careful though, Robbie," Alex nudged me . "They're deceptively strong."
"Oh you're no fun, Alex," Oscar winked. "I like to think of them as 'relaxing'." We all laughed.
As we sipped our drinks, Alex regaled Dan and Oscar with his pee dilemma in the car on the drive out. They were in stitches laughing as he and I described how he'd refilled his drink cup (with my assistance) and how we'd done the remainder of the drive naked. I showed them the photos I'd snapped on my phone, as proof.
"Why does that not surprise me," Dan laughed. "I still remember the first time I saw Alex naked. You were what, 15 or 16 when you asked if we could stop at Black's Beach on our way back from a weekend at Sea World?"
"I think I was 16," Alex chimed in. "I had my license but you wouldn't let me drive your car anywhere."
"That's right," Dan said. "Anyway, we took him to San Onofre beach instead because we knew it would be less crowded."
"Less crowded, but all DUDES, from what I remember," Alex chimed in.
"Anyway," Dan continued. "We made you promise not to tell your parents that we took you to a nude beach for fear they'd never let you visit again."
"We got down to the beach and before we could even unroll our towels, little Alex had stripped off everything," Oscar added.
"He was NOT so little, if you recall," Dan added.
"Well thank you for noticing!" Alex said, playfully clutching his crotch.
"It's true," Oscar laughed. "Alex was a scrawny teen. But once Dan was naked, too, I could see that nice cocks ran in the family!" We all laughed.
"We ended up staying at the beach until sunset," Dan said. "Alex didn't want to leave. And then he spent much of the rest of that visit parading naked around our condo."
"I didn't 'parade' around your place. I just walked back and forth from the guest room to bathroom," Alex said.
"And the kitchen and the living room and...," Oscar said.
"Whatever," Alex said, cutting him off. "You guys didn't seem to mind."
"True, very true," Dan added. "And we realized WE didn't need to bother being covered up all the time at home with him around."
I was starting to get aroused thinking of a 16-year old Alex hanging naked in the condo with his uncles. I took the opportunity to reach for another tortilla chip, which allowed me to surreptitiously adjust my growing erection.
We continued to chat for another 45 minutes. We were all on our second margarita and had made a healthy dent in the chips, guacamole and salsa.
I learned that Oscar was 51 and had been a makeup artist and stylist working for photo and video shoots, as well as doing makeup for weddings. Though lucrative, the wedding grind had worn him out. He had to work almost every weekend and got sick of dealing with bridezillas. (I could relate, as I'd encountered my fair share of them setting up their registries at the store.) He'd gotten certified as a massage therapist a couple years ago when they decided to move out to Palm Springs full time. He did massages at a hotel spa two days a week and saw private clients in a cabana in the back yard, but still did makeup occasionally for weddings or special events.
Dan was 55, though he looked younger than Oscar. He had semi-retired from the business he co-owned that supplied and maintained plants for high-end hotels, restaurants and businesses. He worked just a couple hours each day, all remotely, and only had to return to LA every few months to meet with prospective clients.
Dan and Oscar shared how they'd met at a bar in West Hollywood about 25 years ago and had been together ever since. "Oscar was dancing on the corner of the dance floor with no shirt," Dan reminisced. "With his big smile and furry chest, I was smitten." Oscar beamed. "And I saw those sexy eyes staring at me and thought, 'He either wants to fuck me or kill me!'"
"Frequently the former. Only occasionally the latter," Dan said with a raised eyebrow. We all laughed.
Oscar rose from his chair. "It's nearly 7:00. Let me get dinner on the table." He busied himself in the kitchen pulling items from the refrigerator and cabinets. As he did so, a Bassett hound emerged slowly from the hallway past the kitchen. "So nice of you to join us, Mr. Ed." Oscar reached down and pet the dog.
"That's Ed McMahon," Dan said, pointing to the dog. "But we call him Mr. Ed. He's 14 and a little slow." Hearing his name, Mr. Ed loped over to the living room to be pet by Dan. "He sleeps most of the day, but manages to muster up the energy to make it out for dinner each night -- probably because he knows it's dinner time for him and will eventually lead to his evening walk."
Mr. Ed then nuzzled up to Alex for a few pets and finally sniffed over to me.
"Pleased to meet you Mr. Ed," I said, scratching him behind his ears. His tail wagged. I scratched along his back and gave him my best doggy massage.
"Keep doing that and he'll never leave you alone," Dan said with a smile.
"I think we're ready for dinner," Oscar said pulling a bowl from the refrigerator and bringing it to the table. "It was too hot to cook today, so I made shrimp ceviche and a Mexican caesar salad."
"Wow, looks amazing Oscar," Alex said, scanning the table and rubbing Oscar's bare shoulder.
"I do my best," Oscar said, batting his eyelashes playfully.
We all sat down at the table and enjoyed the delicious Mexican fare Oscar had prepared. The beer Alex had picked out ended up being a perfect accompaniment to it.
We all had seconds of the ceviche and Alex went back for thirds after Oscar insisted that it made lousy leftovers.
"Wow, I'm full now," Alex said, rubbing his stomach playfully. As he did so, his shirt rode up exposing his tan, lightly hairy stomach.
"That was delicious," I told Oscar honestly. "Thank you so much."
"You're very welcome," he smiled, clearly taking pride in his cooking. "Now I'll clean up the table."
"No, no, you sit," Dan said, rising from his chair. "You've done all the work. I'll clean up your mess." He stood behind Oscar's chair and wrapped his arms around him slipping one hand down the neck of his shirt. He kissed him on the cheek as he playfully squeezed Oscar's nipple.
"Dear, not in front of the children," Oscar said, feigning shyness.
Alex snorted from his chair.
"Oh you shut up," Oscar said, tossing his napkin at Alex's head and then smiling. "Why don't you help your uncle clean up, and Robbie and I can take Mr. Ed out for his evening promenade. If you'd like to, that is?" he said turning to me.
"Yes, I'd love to," I replied. "I could use the walk."
"Perfect, I'll be back in just a minute," Oscar said, and then disappeared down the hall from where Mr. Ed had emerged. He came back a couple minutes later with Mr. Ed's leash in hand. He'd removed his tank top and was now bare-chested in just his white shorts and some flip flops. He caught my slight look of surprise. "It's still over 90 degrees outside, so I go for comfort." He rubbed his hair belly with his free hand. "You may want to lose your shirt, too, Robbie."
"Oh, sure," I said. As Oscar leashed up Mr. Ed, I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it off and laid it over the back of the couch.
"Shall we?" Oscar said, lightly stroking my bare back.
Oscar was right, it was still freaking hot outside. And I was glad I'd left my shirt back at the house. We walked up and down the streets in their neighborhood, stopping occasionally to chat with a neighbor or to let Mr. Ed pee. I was amazed by all the well-maintained mid-century homes. Oscar pointed out a few that had been celebrity-owned at some point in the past.
We chatted about my work, his work, how much he'd hated Shannon from the first moment he'd met her, and about Alex's ups and downs over the years. He'd known Alex since he was a toddler, but not super well since they'd only see him once or twice a year when they went back to Dan's hometown in Ohio for the holidays. Alex had been a pretty happy-go-lucky kid, but his parents went through a nasty divorce when he was 13. Alex became the unintentional rope in a tug-of-war between his mom and his dad (Dan's older brother). His performance in school and his behavior took a turn for the worse. Despite their differences, they both acquiesced when Dan suggested that Alex come stay with him and Oscar for two months during the next summer after the divorce.
Though he was sullen at first, Alex eventually opened up over the course of his stay, and they got to know what a smart and funny kid he was. At one point, he managed to troubleshoot all the computer and modem issues they'd been having sporadically for months. (It was the first sign of his talent with computers and coding.)
During the week, Alex would either stay at their condo lounging by the pool and watching cable (which he didn't have at home) or he'd accompany Dan or Oscar when they had an interesting day at work. On the weekends, they'd go to Disneyland, Universal Studios, San Diego and other touristy spots in Southern California. They even took him to the West Hollywood gay pride parade.
After that visit, he'd come out for at least a couple weeks during the summer for the next few years. It was one of those visits when the nude beach outing took place. While he and Dan were initially concerned by Alex's request, he said it was a relief to not have to be so careful about covering up in their own home.
"It's not like we were having sex in front of him," Oscar explained. "But we could go back and forth to the bathroom or the kitchen to grab a glass of water without having to get dressed every time."
When Alex was in high school, Dan and Oscar took him on college tours of UCLA, USC, UCSB and UCSD. He eventually applied to and was admitted to UCSD. He spent the next four years down in San Diego, coming up to visit them in West Hollywood once a month or so on the weekends.
After he graduated, Alex tried moving up to Seattle with a friend. But he hated it and came back south after less than a year. That's when he lived with Dan and Oscar for several months as he searched for a job and eventually found an apartment. "A tiny rat hole in Venice with three stoner roommates," as Oscar described it.
After about 45 minutes of walking, we were nearly back to the house. Mr. Ed was breathing heavily and both Oscar and I were dripping in sweat.
"Sorry, I've talked your ear off for almost the whole walk," Oscar said, stroking my sweaty back.
"No, it's been great learning more about Alex -- and you and Dan, too," I smiled.
"We're just so relieved the Shannon thing didn't last for too long," he said. "She was NOT good for him."
"She was not good for ME either," I said emphatically.
We walked back into the house and proceeded to the kitchen. Dan was sitting at the island reading through some email on his laptop.
"Is Alex in the pool?" Oscar asked.
"That's a silly question," Dan said dryly. "He helped me with the dishes and then beelined for the pool."
"He has the right idea," Oscar retorted. "It's like a sauna outside. Shall we all join him?"
"Sounds good to me," Dan said, clapping his laptop shut. "Robbie, up for a swim?"
"Yes! That sounds amazing," I said.
"As I'm sure you're aware, swimsuits are most definitely optional here," Dan said, as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"I figured as much," I said, smiling.
"Sounds like you're not such a prude yourself," he said, winking as he tossed the shirt on the back of one of the dining chairs. His chest was a near copy of Alex's -- tan skin and a dusting of dark hair.
"Less so since I've met Alex, for sure," I said.
Dan slid open a sliding glass door to the patio and we all walked outside. Mr. Ed came out with us, but retreated back into the house after just a moment.
The yard was beautiful. A large rectangular pool sat squarely in the center surrounded by lounge chairs. To the left of the pool was the cabana, where Oscar's massage table was visible inside. To the right was an in-ground jacuzzi just footsteps from another large sliding door, which I appeared to lead into Dan and Oscar's bedroom. The yard was softly lit and peppered with succulents, palms and citrus trees.
Alex was naked, stretched out on a floating chaise in the pool. The pool light silhouetted him against the water. He was drinking a beer and looking up at the stars. As I got closer, I could see his cock was soft, but it was full and laid back upward against his stomach.
Looking over at us he said, "Hey guys. How was the walk?"
"Good," I said, smiling.
"Hot," Oscar said, as he unbuttoned his shorts and slid them off. His ass was as furry as his chest. He turned to face me and I caught sight of his thick, uncircumcised cock nestled in a massive bush of pubic hair.
Dan followed suit and doffed his shorts. The similarities to Alex's body continued. His ass was lightly covered in hair and his cock was nearly identical in shape and size.
As I slipped out of my shorts, Oscar grabbed Dan's ass and gave it a playful squeeze. Dan turned to his husband and planted a kiss on his lips as he squeezed both of his nipples and twisted hard.
"Bitch!" Oscar said in a high-pitched voice. He reached out to smack Dan's ass, but he was too slow. Dan ran to the pool and dove in, swimming under Alex's float and rocking it violently in the process.
As Dan emerged on the other side, Alex said, "You're gonna make me spill my beer!"
"C'mon Robbie," Oscar said, extending his hand to touch my lower back. "Let's get wet." His hand slid lower to my ass and he pushed me gently towards the pool.
The water was warm, much warmer than Tony's pool. It slipped over and around my naked body like silk.
I swam over near Alex and he smiled at me. "Nice, isn't it?"
I nodded in reply.
"Want a sip?" he said, extending his beer to me.
"Sure," I took a healthy slug from the bottle and handed it back to him. "Thanks."
"Me cerveza es su cerveza," he slurred slightly.
"How man cervezas did you have while we were on the walk?" I asked.
"Just uno or maybe dos," he said.
"He may or may not have also partaken of one of Oscar's herb brownies," Dan said, popping up on the opposite side of Alex. He leaned his elbows on the float, which made Alex sink deeper into the water. "Can I have a sip, too?"
"Sure," Alex said and handed him the beer. "I wasn't the only one who had a brownie." He splashed water playfully in Dan's face as he took a sip.
Dan reached across Alex's body to hand the bottle back to me. His chest pushed against Alex's hips and groin. "But I'm much better at holding my brownies," Dan said with a smirk. And then in a flash, he pulled Alex's body back towards him, slightly lifting him out of the water before dumping him face first into the pool.
Oscar and I laughed as uncle and nephew wrestled and horse-played for the next five minutes or so. Oscar hauled himself out of the pool and was sitting on the edge with his legs dangling in the water. The dancing light from the pool reflected on the droplets of water that clung to his pubic hair. It made it look like he'd vajazzled himself.
Dan swam over to his husband and slipped under him so that Oscar's legs draped over his shoulders and chest. He tipped his head back and rested it against Oscar's furry crotch as he looked up at the stars. Oscar stroked Dan's thick, wet hair.
After a few minutes, Dan lifted himself out of the pool. Oscar slid back on the deck so that Dan could sit between his legs. Dan rested his back against Oscar's furry chest, and Oscar wrapped his arms under Dan's and playfully rubbed his stomach.
We talked for the next 20 minutes or so, Alex and I bobbing in the pool and Dan and Oscar sitting on the edge. At one point I realized that Oscar had lowered one of his hands and was mindless playing with Dan's pubic hair and the top of his shaft. It didn't seem overtly sexual, but rather like a loving gesture between a couple who were completely comfortable with each other. Dan kept talking, seemingly unaffected by his husband's hand massaging his crotch. But eventually Oscar's hand went a little lower and began fondling Dan's cock and balls. Dan's cock responded and began to stiffen.
"Are you trying to scare the boys off?" Dan said, leaning back into Oscar but making no effort to move his hand.
"Oh, sorry, babe," Oscar said, realizing what he was doing.
"No apologies necessary," Dan said and leaned back to kiss Oscar. "Shall we head for bed?"
"Sure," Oscar said. As they stood up, I could see that they were both sporting full erections. "You boys stay out here as long as you want. But I'll go ahead and turn the pool light off unless you want it on."
"Nah, you can turn it off," Alex said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, and thank you again for dinner," I said.
"Our pleasure," Oscar said. Dan playfully tugged at Oscar's erection and led him to the sliding glass door to their bedroom. "Sleep well."
"Goodnight," Dan said. And then the two naked men disappeared into the house.
I turned to face Alex and we both smiled at each other. And then we both laughed.
"They're totally going to fuck now, aren't they?" I said.
"Yup," Alex replied. "They'll close the blinds, but they always leave the bedside lights on. I don't know if they realize that you can see EVERYTHING from out here. So we can watch the whole thing... if you'd like."