PS Day Three

I'm writing this on Saturday, Pride eve, so the posts are going to seem a little backward.  I have never waited this long to post an event.  That weekend is becoming more and more sketchy and harder to write about.  If I get something mixed up I am sure Matt will post the correct version so check and compare his post to mine.  It is also Pride here in SF and my mind is on that.  My mind is also on Nathan.  He is laying here on the couch naked, hotter than ever in his new skinny little body.  I do owe you a post though.  I do need to finish up the Palm Springs story so I am forcing myself to sit here and write this as I watch our Lesbian sisters ride their motorcycles and march noisily down the street, all 50,000 of them.

Matt finished up and posted his side of day two.  You can read it here.

Let's get started . . .

Day 3 - Sunday:

Sunday morning arrived way sooner than I wanted it to.  I had slept only a few hours when the sun came peering through my window screaming for me to rise.  I am so controlled by the sun I had no choice but to acquiesce to it demands.  I was also starving, knew breakfast was being served and didn't want to miss out.  So unlike Saturday morning were I went out still naked and hard, I slipped on my tiny little low rise ginch gonch underwear, the yellow ones with the little blue and red stars, and went out into the already blazing heat of the morning.

Breakfast had already been laid out.  It wasn't all that great, but it would do.  I was helping myself to a banana, some fruit, a bagel and coffee, when the guy working behind the counter came out from the back room.  "Oh hi," he said.  He looked me up and down and I became extremely self-conscious, as I knew my hair was all disheveled and I didn't do such a good job tucking my still erect cock in my underwear.  "I like your underwear."  I smiled bashfully.  "Turn around and let me see the back."  I turned.  "Where did you get them?"  "San Francisco," I responded.   "Do you get there often?" "Um, yeah."

There were a few minutes of awkward silence as I chowed down.  "Can I try them on," he blurted out.  "Um, well, ok."  Without hesitation, because I knew if I hesitated I would chicken out, I slipped them off.  My cock stood straight up.  "Oh um ok, I guess I can try them on here."  I went red with embarrassment realizing he didn't mean that I should strip right there.  He looked down at my hard cock as I put my hand in front of it, trying desperately and in vein to hide it.  "That's huge and so stiff," he said as he slipped off his own clothes and put my on the underwear.  "How does it look?"  "Hot," I said.  "You can have them if you want."  He looked at me.  "Really I can get another pair."  "You are so sweet," he said, "but I don't want to take them from you."  He stripped them off and handed them back to me.  I slipped them back on, barely pushed my cock inside, finished eating and walked out to the pool to meet Matt.

The memory of the days is running together but I believe Matt was floating on the raft face down, naked of course.  His naked ass looked good with the blue water surrounding it.  S was lying naked in a lounge chair face up.  He still had an erection from the orange stuff he took the night before.  He was stunning.  Guys with a body like that should never ever ever put on clothes.

We just hung out at the pool all day long.  We even ate lunch there, grilled chicken sandwiches.  Just before lunch I found S laying face down on the raft in the pool.  I made my way over to him and began a long playful massage (I'll get into details in a later post) as we shared information about each other's lives.  I even told him one of the stories I've told here and then told him to log on to completelynaked.org for more.  After lunch we totally made out, kissing and groping.  I later described it to Matt as 'we made love in the pool.'  He laughed at me.  I quickly fell into embarrassment and tried to defend myself, "what we did was sensual."  I felt like a dork and just laughed it off.  I liked that Matt felt comfortable enough with me to tease me.

I recall us making a Starbucks run three times that day, Matt is a Starbucks addict to an extreme I have never seen before.

S let Matt and me take a few pictures of his body at the pool and as he worked out in the gym.  We made him strip naked.  S showed me his ab routine at my request then I tried it.  Fuck I could only get to step one.  I vowed to keep working on it though.  I've got to get my abs back.

Later that night we headed out to eat.  I had heard about this gay restaurant called, "Blame it on Midnight," at least I think that is what it was called.  I didn't know anything about it but thought it would be a great idea.  What we discovered was the cheesiest throwback to yesteryear.  On one side of the place was a piano bar with live entertainment and the other side was a restaurant.  The wall was lined with U-shaped booths and most of the men were in leisure suits or Hawaiian shirts and straw hats.  I searched the web for a better way to describe this place and found this:  This hip spot draws a dressed-up crowd to the rich and velvety dining room. The circular booths only hint at the Hollywood glamour captured here. Not the best review but I think you get the idea.  We had a great time.  Matt took an opportunity to tease me about my obsession with the 'high end meat' at lunch the other day.  He pointed out something on the menu and told me it was from some remote region, that it was the best, etc.  I believed him for a little bit but soon realized it was a tease.  We laughed about it.

After dinner it was back to the resort.  We were tired of going out to clubs.  In Matt's room we exchanged the pics we took earlier and I showed them a hot vid on my pc I had downloaded where this hot young guy is being verbally abused as he stands at attention naked and hard.  I fucking love that video.  We separated and I put on boardies to walk around outside the resort.  Yes trolling for cock again, that was the theme of my weekend.

No one was out yet so I headed back in and found Matt and S sitting with some guy.  It was really dark.  They were all naked so I slipped off my shorts and sat with them.  My cock grew hard and stayed that way the whole time we sat.  I don't think anyone noticed though. We sat talking for a while then split up again.  Matt and S went back to their rooms to pack for an early flight. 

This time I stayed naked and walked around the resort with an erection.  I always love doing that.  It is so fucking taboo.  I highly recommend you go someplace were this is tolerated and try it for yourself.  My hearts always races as guys, mostly clothed, pass me and sometimes touch my cock.

On one of the rounds I made I found S walking down a large mirrored hallway that separates one side of the resort from the other.  He was done packing and looking for his last fling, at least I think that is what he was doing.  "Wow," he said as he grabbed my cock.  "I'm looking to get off one last time," I said.  "I can help you with that."  He began to stroke my cock as we looked at each other in the mirror.  Several guys passed us as he jerked me off in that mirrored hallway.  I recall taking it all in as he pulled on my cock; Clothed and naked guys everywhere, me naked, hard next to this hot clothed stud who was jerking me off.  It didn't take me long to blow my load.  My cum splattered all over the mirror.  We split as quickly as we joined together and I called it a night.

Thanks again to gaytwogether for providing me with the pics.

Comments

[Will]

Jared, you might consider leaving a comment on gaytwogether. I'm just about the only one who does. I really like what those boys do with the site and it would be nice to give them some encouragement. They link to us both.

Great stories of your adventures, well told as always!

[Ed Bushell]

Great stories/adventures as always. Been to that resort and reliving great times through your blog. You are right, great feeling walking around in public with a hard on. I can only do this at the club here, as it is the only safe place. The reactions from guys are wild and so is the feeling. I am surprised more guys don't do it. I don't have a perfect body but it doesn't seem to matter.

[Christopher]

I love these stories, but I'd also love to hear about that abs routine!