Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2005 22:10:18 -0500
From: skybolt@canoemail.com
Subject: Two Amazing Nights in Palm Springs

I am a married man, reasonably good looking, age
50. I love my wife. I love my life. I have a
craving for cock that has been with me all my
life. Sometimes when I travel on business trips I
seek opportunities to have some intimate moments
with another man. This is on the down low, of
course. Since I do not have (or ever want) a
boyfriend, the men I meet are always strangers to
me. I take reasonable precautions. THE FOLLOWING
IS TOTALLY TRUE. I'm posting it to Nifty.org
because Nifty has become my diary. Hope you enjoy
taking a peek. This is my recounting of my
experiences with Dick in February 2005 when I was
on a business trip to Palm Springs, California. I
stayed in a luxury hotel for two amazing days and
nights.

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I placed an ad on CraigsList similar to the ad I
placed for my trip a month earlier to Scottsdale.
This is a response I got within an hour of the
posting. It is one of eight and it turned out to
be the best of the lot. "Hi Bud, Think you sound
great; am into same things as yourself, esp.,
like to touch and massage a firm, in-shape, masc.
guy--extra points for Mark Harmon look alikes!!
Am 5'6", 138lbs, red hair, blue eye, cute, sexy
guy. I am in Pasadena."

He sent his picture. He's a good looking guy.

I told him more about myself. Here is his second
email to me: "Hi, Thanks for the very informative
message. As for me, I am gay. My ex and I are
good friends and see each other periodically.
Sexually, I am very versatile. I have a very
healthy attitude about sex without a lot of hang-
ups but am not into anything "kinky." The
chemistry I feel with the other person has a big
influence on whether I am "top" or "bottom."
Kissing is an important part for me, as well as
touching and caressing the other person. I am
sorry your one experience being fucked was so
unpleasant; it does take a little getting use to
but can be pretty terrific if one relaxes and the
body parts fit! Simply rubbing against another
man's body or jacking one another off can also be
highly satisfying." He wrote about his love of
international travel, the fact that he retired
young from a fast growing company that was bought
out by a huge company, and his appreciation for
the arts and fine dining. He also wrote that he
stays in shape by running. The picture he sent of
a well muscled, short, red-headed man was an
instant turn on for me. We agreed to meet and if
the chemistry was right he could stay one or both
nights.

In flying to Palm Springs, I changed planes for
the last hour of travel. When I got on that
plane, the man sitting next to me was around 40,
average looking, nice body, and wearing a wedding
ring. I also had on my wedding ring. We did not
talk but as we were reading, we shared the arm
rest and our upper arms touched each other.
Actually, they were aligned and pretty neatly
pressed together from shoulder to elbow. When it
first happened he pulled away but after a moment
he put his arm back and made the connection. We
still did not talk. The warmth of his arm felt
good. After a good while - 20 or 30 minutes --
our legs touched at the knee cap. The funny thing
is, I could hear him breathing and when we
touched his breathing pattern changed. It was
like, gulp! The knee touching was something he
was conscious of and wanted to happen, like the
arm touching.

We did not talk or look at each other. There was
zero acknowledgement of the connection. Two
hetero guys could blame it on having to sit
together in a cramped space (But be mindful, if
the other passenger was a woman, I would have had
no trouble in keeping my shoulder and knee to
myself - no touching female strangers!). Several
times we broke contact for a minute or two. I
remember he pulled away, both shoulder and knee
with an audible humf! It was as if he had
decided, "Enough of this; I'm married and this is
wrong," but for the last few minutes of the
flight he not only reconnected at arms and knee,
but he shifted a bit so his whole leg from knee
to ankle was pressed flat against mine. And he
moved it up and down a bit in a sensual way.
Again, we did not talk, look at each other, or
any way acknowledge what was happening. The
magazine he was reading was in his lap so I could
not verify this, but I think he sported an
erection. The flight ended and he dashed off the
plane. Fine.

It was a minor, fun, and titillating experience.
I got to my hotel at 1:15 pm. It was a
magnificent, luxury hotel and I had a beautiful
room. Dick had given me his cell number. I
called. His voice sounded clear and distinct. I
feared he would have a high pitch, feminine
voice. That could be a problem because if we ran
into anyone in the hotel -- remember, I was there
on business and my clients didn't need to know of
my desire for dick -- but thankfully his voice
was masculine. "I'll be there in 10 minutes," he
said. I could hardly wait. I took off my shoes
and socks, brushed my teeth, found a jazz station
on the radio, and turned on the lamps so the room
would have a nice ambience. I thought of leaving
the door unlocked and letting him "find" me on
the bed. Too silly. I was nervous. What would he
be like? What if he was a strangler? What if he
had lied about his looks, age, likes, etc? I had
a moment of, "Oh, shit, what am I getting into?"
Then there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Doctor Livingston, I presume," I said as I
opened the door. Dick, smiled but held a
tentative look. Before the door opened, he had
probably taken one last big breath in
anticipation of seeing me. He let it out. We took
a pause to check each other out. Thankfully, he
was the same man as in the pictures. He was
shorter than me and slender, but solidly built.
He looked like a runner. He did not have any body
fat. His arms were as hard as wood. But something
didn't look right. Something was not as I thought
it would be. I hugged him and we kissed. He could
feel my package press into his firm mid-section.
He said, "You are horned up." Big smile. I kissed
and groped him. "You are the kind of man," he
said, "who likes dessert first." "If it's as good
as this, yes," I replied.

He told me that he had a plan. He, knowing I was
a married man with limited experience, said he
was going to devote the day to taking care of me.
And that I could devote the following day to him.
I liked that plan. He obviously had been thinking
about how our rendezvous would evolve. He said he
had made a dinner reservation for us at a very
nice place and that we'd eat at 5:45. He asked me
if I wanted to be fucked as part of my gay
experience. I nodded.

We talked a bit while we kissed and felt each
other up. Not a conversation, but tossing out
sentences. I said something about him being gay
and me being a much less experienced bi guy. I
asked if I could ask him questions. That was no
problem, so I offered that we could ask each
other any questions and get straight answers. I
said I'd tell him
everything he wanted to know about me. He asked
something so minor I don't remember what it was,
but the first question I had for him: "How old
are you?" He smiled but did not answer. He was
obviously caught off guard with that one. "How
old do I look?" he replied. I did not answer, but
instead said, "It doesn't matter." "It doesn't
matter," he said in response. Dick had a secret.

Just before I had left home I emailed him that I
was excited about seeing him but that I had
gotten up at 2:30am and would probably need to
take a nap right after we met so I would be in
great shape for late night activities. So it made
sense that after just a couple of minutes
together he said I should lie down. I agreed. But
as soon as we hit the covers, I jumped on top of
him and kissed him lavishly. We were off and
running. Arms, hands, tongues, and bodies were
all over each other. We undressed. I don't
remember if he offered or if I asked, but the
subject of fucking me before we took a nap came
up. I told him I couldn't sleep unless he did.
While we kissed and groped I told him about being
fucked only once many years ago in a hotel in
Owensboro, Kentucky, and that the kid who did it
(early 20's) was clumsy. He assured me he was no
kid and would take care of me.


He jumped off the bed and got his supplies --
lube and condoms. As I lay face down, naked, he
kneeled behind me and inserted his lubed finger
in my asshole. He slid it up slowly and firmly.
He did not wiggle or twist it, just eased it
straight into me. It felt pretty good. My eyes
closed and I allowed the pleasure to envelop me.
Dick moved his finger in and out. He asked me,
"How many fingers do I have in you?" "One," I
purred. "Two," he whispered. I thought he was
lying playfully. "No you don't," I protested, "I
can only take one. My asshole is too tight." "You
have two in you. Do you want three?" "Yes!"

The increased pressure in my asshole felt
terrific. "How many fingers do I have in you?" he
asked? Two is what I thought but I said, "Don't
tell me you have your whole fist up there!"
"Three. You are ready," he announced.

I looked over my shoulder to watch the condom
roll over his terrific, handsome 6 1/2 inch dick
framed by a wisp of red pubic hair. I laid flat
on my stomach. Dick lay on top of me. Our naked
bodies pressed together felt so terrific I would
have been satisfied if we just touched each other
like this for an hour or two. My experience with
men is so limited that simply experiencing a
man's naked body pressed against mine is a
fantastic feeling. Dick entered me.

Since his three fingers had gone in smoothly, his
mushroom cap slid right in, too. The sensation
was extraordinary. His dickhead in me opened me
up physically. Emotionally, he opened a door for
me to experience a broader world of love. Not
getting any resistance from me, he pushed a bit
further. That's when the tightness of my chute
and the bigness of his cock collided. The pain
was instant and stabbing. My body tensed. Dick
asked, in a sexy bedroom voice, "You OK?" "It's
hurting," I said. But because it also felt good,
I told him I wanted more. The whole time he
poured forth a stream of gentle, soft, loving,
and reassuring words. I appreciated that. True to
his word, he took care of me.


A centimeter at a time, he pushed forward. The
pain was constant. It was not a crippling pain,
it was more like
those rare times you crap out such a big turd
that it hurts. The difference was that with
elimination it happens quickly and passes. Here
it was constant for a several minutes. Dick, the
expert, asked me if I had to eliminate. He
assured me that if I wanted to go take a dump
that was OK and natural. I said No but a minute
later I changed my mind. "Maybe I should go to
the bathroom." I went in there, and sure enough,
I did have to go. I cleaned up and eagerly got
back on the bed. Dick took over again.

When he entered me this time, it didn't hurt at
all. It was total pleasure. He pushed deeper. The
tightness of my ass and the thickness of his dick
were a sublime combination. Then he pushed in
deeper than he had before and the pain came back.
"Will the pain go away?" I asked, trying not to
whimper. "Yes," he assured me as he kissed the
back of my neck. He said, softly, that he would
turn me into a fuck whore. He gently laughed that
I would feel so good by the time he was through
that I would whore myself to get fucked often. He
playfully joked that turning me into a fuck whore
was a big worry of his. I replied, "Fuck me,
Coach. I want your amazing dick in me. Deep!"

He tutored me on how to be an "aggressive
bottom." He taught me to move my ass up and down
a bit to control the fucking motion. That made a
big difference, although still not totally pain
free. But the waves of pleasure simultaneous with
the pain were greater. I did not want to stop. He
picked up his pace and pounded my ass. It felt
fantastic! It hurt like son of a bitch. "Fuck me,
Dick! Fuck me, Dick!" I screamed out. I was still
face down on the bed. I screamed into a pillow.
My hands were up by my ears. Dick's fingers
intertwined with my fingers. I squeezed his
fingers super tight. I squeezed his dick tighter
with my sphincter.

I continued to scream into the pillow in pleasure
still tinged with some pain. Dick pounded my ass.
His firm body, flat on atop me, got hot. I
sweated. I thrust my ass up. Dick's forceful
muscular body skewered me with his dick and
forced me back down. His breathing became fast
and furious. "Come in me, baby," I panted. "Come
in me." Dick's fast shallow breathing replaced
his loving, encouraging talk. His entire dick
burrowed deep in my body. No man had been there
before. The thickness of his cock felt immense.
The hot, slippery lubricant ran out my ass and
down my tight balls. Dick tensed and squeezed my
fingers tighter. With another deep thrust he
exploded into my hole. It was fucking incredible.

He collapsed, still atop me. His hot, heavy
breath flooded the back of my neck with moist
air. His racing heart beat rippled through me,
too. "I feel your heart beating," I whispered
breathlessly. Our fingers remained interlocked.
Although I had not come, I felt as exhausted as
he. "Do you want me to get off?" he asked. "No.
Stay." Nearly as incredible a sensation as being
fucked, was feeling his naked, hot, sweaty,
heaving body atop me. Plus, his cock was still
inside.

A strange sensation came over me. Something
wonderful I had never felt before: his softening
dick in me created a spectacular feeling. I wish
I had words for it or a reference. But I can't
say it was like anything, because it was like
nothing I had ever felt before. His man meat
packed my ass chute. His cock remained big but
not hard. It was
hot. It was moist. It was moving with his
breathing. It felt the way I imagined the fucking
itself would feel, but better. "Don't pull out.
Stay just like this. Stay in me
for a long time," I said. "Stay in me while we
sleep."

We laid together for a long time. I was flat on
my stomach, Dick lay atop me with his cock
burrowed up my asshole. My hands were under my
pillow and Dick's fingers intertwined with mine.
He whispered, "You are what is called 'fresh
fucked.'" He thought that was funny and repeated
that a few times, laughing. Then he turned a bit
to one side and laid next to me. I had not cum
but my body felt calm and relaxed. I was not
hard. I felt terrific. I was happy.

We hugged and groped each other's dicks for a
long time. Eventually Dick went off to take a
shower. I tried to nap but I was having too much
fun to sleep. I laid there savoring this rare
moment in life when my senses told me, "this is
excellent." I then showered, dressed and we left
for our early dinner reservation.

In the lobby of the hotel Dick said, "Nice
picture
of you." I was uncomfortable that he had noticed
the sign placed by my client. I was there to
speak at a conference the next morning for 150
people. To welcome the attendees, the client had
placed a large poster in the lobby with pictures
of me and the other speakers. The twinge of
discomfort came because Dick had my first and
last names and he could now find me through the
Internet (I had one other guy do that and he
emailed me at my office. There is little privacy
in my office. Thankfully I saw the email before
anyone else had, otherwise the guy would have
inadvertently outted me.)

Something else happened in the lobby. It was
exactly what I dreaded: Someone hollered out my
name and started waving. Dick - you gotta love
this guy -- didn't hesitate a step. He
purposefully kept walking toward the door to
outside so I would not have to introduce him to
anyone. I, of course, had to talk to the one
person there who knew me from home. I knew he
would be there but I figured the hotel was a big
place and we would not run into each other
outside of business. He had just checked in.

Moments after the friend stepped over to talk
with me, we were joined by the client who
actually hired me for the event. The three of us
talked business for a couple of long minutes. I
pretended to care but the anxiety in me welled.
"Sorry but I have to run. I have a dinner
reservation." Then I added, as I walked away, "I
have friends who live here and I'm meeting them
at a restaurant." With that I turned on my heels
and headed out the door. Dick was waiting
patiently in the parking lot. "Walk," I murmured,
"we'll talk in the car. Those are the only two
people in the hotel who know me. What are the
odds?"

On the far side of the big lot we approached two
cars side by side. One was a nice Toyota Camry
and the other a new Mercedes convertible. "This
is my car," he said. I looked at the Toyota. But
he walked past it to the Mercedes. "Wow," I
thought.

The moment I lowered my fresh fucked ass into the
leather seat I said approvingly and a bit matter
of factly, "This is a great car." He was
obviously proud. He told me it was only two
months old and that he had gotten it as a present
for
himself.

As we drove through Palm Springs we talked about
his life travel, business, how and where he
lived, etc. It was light, pleasant conversation
that interested me. The restaurant he had chosen
was called Shame on the Moon, a beautiful, clubby
kind of restaurant that looked like it would be
popular with Hollywood people who travel to Palm
Springs. It was easy to imagine Jude Law, Colin
Farrel, and Tom Cruise hanging out there. The
crowd was well dressed and engaged in subdued
conversations. The restaurant was elegant and
expensive. But other than us, I did not see any
male couples.

We were seated in a booth on the back wall. This
booth, I need to point out, was a small semi-
circle. The square table was turned so one corner
pointed into the booth. Although Dick and I both
sat in the booth we were not exactly next to each
other; we were on different sides of the small
square table. In a minute, I'll write why that
mattered.

Here I was, "fresh fucked," and on a date in Palm
Springs in an elegant restaurant with a handsome
guy who turned out to be loving and rich. Sounds
like a too-good-to-be-true movie plot, doesn't
it? I savored the moment and thought how it was
my second M2M date ever. (The first was in
Jamaica a couple of years ago with a handsome,
massive-dicked 21 y.o. named Sean. I wrote about
it in "Island Vacation.") I'm not going to say I
felt like
a princess because that description is so over
the top gay it makes me gag, but the metaphor is
not far off target.

Except for the waiters, no one paid any attention
to us. And the waiters were terrific. Something
about their comfortable smiles, relaxed body
language, and familiar tones signaled to me they
knew we were a gay couple. That, of course, is no
big deal to gay guys but it was a brand new
sensation to me. And I noticed it. And I enjoyed
it.
We had cocktails, a bottle of wine, and an
excellent, leisurely dinner.

The liquor made me frisky. Fortunately, our table
had a large, low hanging white tablecloth. Before
dessert, I started rubbing my leg on Dick's leg
while we talked. I soon felt bolder so my hand
rubbed his thigh. At the first touch of my
fingers he was so surprised he dropped a few
syllables in whatever he was saying. Then, of
course, I reached a bit farther and cupped his
male package. Since the restaurant was noisy, we
had to lean toward each other to converse, it
didn't seem unusual that he and I were close (At
least that's the way I saw it. Perhaps the liquor
affected my reasoning!). I was squeezing Dick's
dick through his pants at the moment the waiter
returned to tell us about dessert choices. I
don't think he noticed what was happening, but it
added to the fun of the evening.

Before we met in Palm Springs, Dick had emailed
that he wanted to take me to a gay bar he liked.
To me that was a great idea. For years I had read
stories on Nifty.org that mentioned gay bars.
Mostly they wrote about the action there. My
expectations of what a gay bar would be like came
totally from those stories. I had never gone in
one. I was afraid to -- afraid of being
recognized, of being sorely out of place, and of
being unsafe since it was an environment
bizarrely different from my comfortable hetero
cocoon. So I was excited when we left the
restaurant and he said we'd go to a bar he knew,
called Hunters. I was riveted with
anticipation. Since I was an out-of-towner and I
had a guy who knew his way around town to guide
me, all my fears evaporated. I trusted him to
take care of me. I was free of apprehension and
hetero inhibitions. I was ready for some gay bar
fun.

Since there are some other married guys reading
this who have never seen the inside of a gay bar,
let me tell you my impressions of what this place
was like. First off, the bar was near downtown
Palm Springs in a regular one-story commercial
building with big windows that looked out onto
the street. It was easy to see in and easy to see
out. It looked to me like the kind of place that
used to be a small town hardware store. Hunters
was very plain. It was not decorated or fancy. It
looked like the kind of place my fraternity
brothers and I went to in college -- a no frills
bar where we could buy the cheapest beer in town.
Here the main room was a large rectangle with a
large rectangular bar in the center. The lights
were dim and a few TVs hung from the ceiling.
There were, maybe ten M2M couples in the whole
place. It looked empty. Dick pointed out the
adjoining room where guys danced but it was
closed off. So, all-in-all it was not the
sizzling sex-pot place I had expected. It was
pretty mundane. The guys in there were a mix of
young and cute to old and wrinkled.

As soon we got there I had to pee. I was glad
because I had read stories that involved the
bathrooms in gay bars. In the stories they are
like little havens for anonymous, anything goes,
nonstop sex. I was not looking to participate in
anything like that, but if it was happening I
wanted to see! The men's room was a large plain
room with two urinals, one toilet, and a pair of
sinks. It was surprisingly un-sexy. It was just a
place to pee or crap. No big deal. The only thing
"wild" about it was that the toilet was out in
the open. There were no stall walls around it. If
you had to crap you were there for anyone in the
room to see, totally. Thankfully, no one was on
the crapper.

Dick and I stood side by side drinking and
staring at a Hollywood awards show on one of the
TVs. The place was pretty dead and the TV boring.
I looked around and noticed the couples were
doing things the same as hetero couples talking,
not talking, laughing, looking bored, holding
hands, etc. Nothing special there except they
were all guys. I had never been in a room like
this before where guys showed public affection
for each other. I took hold of Dick's hand. He
wrapped his arms around me. It felt weird and
like a walk on the wild side being in public and
having a guy show affection for me.

Dick said he knew a couple of better places so we
walked out. One block away was a small gay bar
that was crowded and noisy. There was a female
impersonator on a tiny stage lip synching a song.
Brightly colored lights swirled around him. This
looked like a lot of fun until I took a closer
look. The "singer" was an old troll. And the
patrons, it turned out, were, too. There were
some young guys but mostly it looked like a
Kiwanis Club meeting for old farts. Despite the
lights and music, people were sedate. This wasn't
much fun. Dick said he knew of another place that
was near but we would have to drive to it. Fine.

Back into the handsome new Mercedes convertible.
A minute later we parked on the street near a
place named Toucans. Judging by the cars and the
music pouring forth, this one
was going to be crowded and lively. Before we got
out of the car, Dick had said jokingly that he
bought his car as a dick magnet but that it
failed to live up to expectations. "I haven't
even gotten so much as a blow job," he said. I
laughed. Then I thought of a better response. I
squeezed his package. I turned and kneeled on my
leather seat. "You are not going to do that, are
you?" he grinned. "Un huh," I smiled, still
buzzing from the night's liquor and a feeling of
safe abandonment. "Here?" he asked. "Un huh." I
was not so drunk that I couldn't calculate that
it was dark and although we were on the street
near a crowded nightclub with people walking by,
the people would not be looking inside dark cars.
And besides, the people were gay guys. What would
they do, scream and call the police?

Dick melted in amazement as I pulled down his
zipper and groped his manhood. He wore boxer
briefs. I freed his thickening tool and savored
the feel of it in my hands. He leaned back and I
leaned into his lap. His cock instantly hardened
between my lips. I sucked his mushroom cap and
enjoyed gliding up and down his shaft. He moaned
in ecstasy. I could tell his head turned left and
right, probably making certain no one saw us.
Sensing he might be uncomfortable with a public
blow job, I said, "A man like you deserves some
special treatment in a car like this. This will
be your first of many in this car. Remember I
started it for you." And then I stopped blowing
him and squeezed his stiff, wet dick in my hand
before he tucked it away.

We approached the building from the side. A man
in a beautiful sequined dress stood at the door.
"What fun," I thought, "starting the
entertainment on the sidewalk." We turned to go
through the door but another guy quickly told us
we'd have to go to the front door. It turned out
we were at the stage entrance and the sequined
one was moments from making his entrance. I
didn't want to be part of the act!

This Toucans place was terrific. It was jam
packed with good looking guys of all ages. It was
decorated like a beach hut. The music blared but
laughing and hooting for the singers on stage
nearly drowned it out. The singers, decked out in
beautiful dresses, danced and lip synched great
songs. Guys waved dollar bills for them. Remember
the movie, The Bird Cage" with Robin Dicks? It
was a lot like the club in that movie but smaller
and less fancy. Besides gay guys, there were a
few hetero couples. I noticed a couple of well
dressed young women (early 20"s) giggling with
their dates. Everybody, it seemed, was having a
good time.

We got more drinks, of course. It was too crowded
to find seats so we stood between the bar and the
first row of tables facing the stage. One
difference between a gay bar and a straight bar
is that people touch. I was aware that as we were
stood in a walkway between the bar and a row of
tables, guys squeezed my shoulder or side as they
passed; I liked that.

Dick commented that many of the guys around us
were handsome and alone. "It would be great to
take that one home," he whispered to me,
referring to a good looking man in his early 30's
who stood in front of him. I had not thought of
that. "Ask him," I whispered to Dick. "If you
want, ask him to come back to the hotel with us.
Three in bed will be fun." Surprised I suggested
that, Dick gave me a look like "I could never ask
him." I decided to leave the invitation in Dick's
hands. But Dick did not act
on it. Eventually the guy got a bar stool right
behind us. Every few minutes I glanced back. Our
eyes met a few times but neither of us said
anything, just looked away. Goofy. "I want him to
ask ME," I thought coyly.

Dick, meanwhile, struck up a conversation with a
really good looking man about the same size and
with a great physique similar to Dick's. They
talked for a long time. "If you want, ask him to
come with us," I suggested. Dick liked the idea
but didn't act on it. A lot of time went buy, at
least an hour, probably longer. Mesmerized I
watched a lot of drag queens lip synch and dance
to a lot of songs. The cute 30's guy stayed on
the bar stool and occasionally caught my glances.
The good looking man next to Dick chatted with
him between songs when the sound level dropped a
few decibels. I decided to stir things up a
little. "If you want, ask him. It's OK with me,"
I said. Dick did not act. I thought of how
surprised Dick had looked in his car a while
earlier when I spontaneously acted on giving him
his "new car" blow job. I wanted to get that look
on his face again. I leaned past Dick and asked
the good looking man, "Would you like to come
back with us? We're staying in a nice hotel." OK,
there was nothing smooth in that line but what
the hell, I was semi-drunk, swaying to drag
queens in a gay bar, looking good, and feeling
indestructible. The man answered in a voice too
low for me to understand, but I could tell the
answer was not "yes." I stood up straight and
left it to Dick to develop this further. I opened
the door, so to speak. And after all, Dick's the
gay guy. He should have more finesse than me in
handing this. Shortly afterwards, the man gave
Dick a business card.

Before I close out this remembrance, I want to
mention the men's room at this club. Another
disappointment. I mean it was nice and spotlessly
clean. But it looked like the can in an Olive
Garden restaurant. They even had privacy shields
between the urinals. It was not what I expected.
I expected a site designed for play. Now I think
bathroom sex in gay bars is over rated! Ha!

We ended the night early because I had to get up
early to deliver my speech at 8am. I could not
show up red eyed and hung over. And besides,
although it was only 11pm, I had been awake since
2am. I was exhausted.

Back in the hotel room, Dick and I played and
cuddled on the bed for a half hour or more. I had
planned to fall asleep holding his dick but I
don't remember if it happened that way. I do
remember feeling safe and comfortable with Dick's
muscular body curled up in mine.


Before we fell asleep, Dick told me he has a
habit of waking up at 3 a.m. with a raging hard
on that requires fucking to soothe it. He
laughed. "Whether I'm asleep or awake," I said,
"you go for it." Well, it didn't happen. In fact,
when I awoke at 6a.m. so I could be dressed and
out of the room by 7:30, he kissed me, rolled
over and tried to catch a few more ZZZZZs. I gave
his soft dick a quick squeeze. But it felt so
warm and good in my hand I played with the thing
for a half hour. He stayed "asleep," softly
moaning.

I worked with my client until noon. When I got
back to the room, Dick was out for a run so I
took the opportunity to call my wife. Before I
finished, he walked in and figured
out pretty quickly who was on the line. Being a
gentleman, he ducked into the bathroom, closed
the door, and didn't make a peep until I hung up.

Neither of us had eaten yet and we were starving.
However, somehow we wound up with our arms around
each other, kissed and fell atop the big king
size bed. It didn't take long to undress each
other. Thoughts of the fucking he gave me the day
before were on my mind while I was with my
client, so, naturally, I wanted more of the same.
He grinned and reached for his cache of condoms.

Like a velvet rod, his stiff pole slowly, gently
inched itself up my asshole. His sweaty belly and
chest lay upon my back. I was flat on the
mattress again with my hands even with my head.
Again we intertwined fingers. Man, it felt
fantastic. Still hurt some, but the pleasure
shoved aside the pain. He fucked me for a half
hour. I could have gone on fucking all afternoon.

We showered separately and went for an alfresco
lunch at a
little courtyard restaurant he liked. As we left,
it was midafternoon and he said with a
mischievous look in his eyes,
"I want to show you the motels." "What motels?"
I asked. "The clothing optional ones," he
replied. "Let's go!" I exclaimed. I want to see
naked men around a swimming pool.

He drove the convertible to Warm Sands, CA,
which is a community that adjoins Palm Springs.
He pulled off the main street into an enclave of
low rise motels behind tall white walls. We
walked into a place called Inndulgence. The man
behind the counter was attractive, French, and
dressed in very skimpy clothes. The "art work"
in the foyer was posters of naked men; many were
autographed. Wow! There were, also, pictures of
guys hugging each other and engaged in play
around a motel pool. Double wow!! This was a
first for me. Dick told the clerk we wanted to
preview the place for a return trip. The desk
clerk handed him a key and said, "Look around."

We walked out into glare of the sun reflecting
off the pool. Even though the bright light made
me squint, it didn't keep me from clearly seeing
ten naked men lounging in and around the pool.
What a sight! Only one had a big belly. The rest
had the coveted "height and weight
proportionate" bodies that men seek in personals
ads. I saw strong bodies, flat stomachs, and
handsome faces. There was a noticeable absence
of tan lines. The bodies looked great and the
guys knew it. This was fantastic! The men were
mostly in their 30's and 40's, though one great
looking fellow, who couldn't have been more than
25, sat cross legged near the pool as he read a
novel. Another guy lay on a pool float as a
faint desert breeze slowly sailed him across the
blue water. Others reclined in lounge chairs. I
did not want to gawk but it was challenging to
avoid staring. These guys were that good.

We unlocked a motel room. Although the buildings
looked like a 1950's motel with a very high wall
around it, the room was fresh and newly
decorated with a huge four poster canopy bed. It
was nice. Now, if Dick and I were in a porno
movie instead of real life, I guess we would
have ripped off each other's clothes and fucked
like dogs. But neither of us wanted to take
advantage of the desk clerk's trust in us by
messing up the room. We kissed and groped a
little. Besides, I wanted to marvel at the sight
outside around the pool. As we walked out of the
room, a couple of college age guys,
grinning from ear to ear, walked past us with
their stuff. They had just checked in. By the
unstoppable grins on their faces, they knew they
were in an awesome place.

We s-l-o-w-l-y walked around the pool so I could
enjoy the view, thanked the desk clerk, and
drove half a block up the street to another
motel behind a wall. This one was named Inn
Exile.

We had to ring a bell to alert the desk clerk to
open the old wooden door in the courtyard wall.
He was a short, wiry, muscular man with a hard
sinewy body. His tight jeans hung low on his
little hips. He was topless. His tanned body was
the color of brown shoes. Dick did not know him
but explained that we wanted a look around in
preparation for a future visit. He also gave us
a room key and said the rates (which were about
$85 to $130 a night). This motel had 3 swimming
pools. We took our time checking out every bit
of the motel. I felt a little funny for having
clothes on! Amongst the different pools and
courtyards there were about two dozen naked men
about the place. They, too, looked good enough
to eat. I'm not saying all were super handsome,
and I'm not saying the bright sun in my eyes and
the excitement of walking amongst the men didn't
affect my vision, but I will say I did not see a
single man I didn't think was attractive. They
ranged in age from 20's through 50's. For a
voyeur like me who steels glances in airport
rest rooms, I was in heaven.

We stayed about twenty minutes. I wanted to stay
longer but if I had it would have been obvious I
was there to gawk, and that would have been
uncool.

On the way back to our hotel, Dick stopped at an
big art and antique store. I had told him I
collected both. He wanted to show me things I'd
be interested in seeing. It was nice, but
frankly, not as arousing as the sights I saw at
the motels. We also drove though a Palm Springs
neighborhood in which the movie stars of the
1950's and 60's had built homes.

I had agreed to meet my client for cocktails at
5pm so we headed back to the hotel. As I quickly
got dressed, Dick showed me something he had
talked about the day before. A friend had given
him a Viagra. Dick said he had never taken one
before. I had not either. "Let's try it," I
said. He cut the pill in half while I poured a
glass of water. "Get ready for your world to
turn blue," I informed him. He didn't know what
I was talking about. "One of the side effects of
Viagra, for some guys, is that their vision gets
blue. They see everything with a bluish tint to
it." He had never heard this. "Don't you
remember the TV show 'Mad about You'? They did
an episode where Paul Risner took one and
everything turned blue." He laughed, still
thinking I was pulling his leg.

At the cocktail party with the client (about 300
people attending) I felt funny. I was already
sexed up. I had not cum in two days, despite the
intense sex play. I don't know if it was the
Viagra or the idea of the Viagra, but as I
walked across the hotel to the party my dick
went semi-hard. I could feel it swinging in my
boxers and under my thin suit pants. The
sensation was heightened. I was very aware I had
a dick. It felt very pleasant. I didn't think it
was showing any more than, say, a nice full
package. I checked myself out in the mirror of
the men's room, just to be sure. That
bit of a budge was nice but not offensive. I
figured if the snake reared his head I would
button my suit jacket, make a polite excuse to
whomever I was speaking, and leave the party.
Now I know it would make a cool story if I said
I got a raging hard on and all sorts of troubles
arose from my arousal. But everything I am
writing is true. No embellishments. The truth
is, I stayed semi-hard not erect. I noticed a
few people (women and men) checking me out, but
that happens without medication, anyhow.

And after that obligation I was back in my hotel
room. "What is the Viagra doing for you?" I
asked Dick. Then I said, "I don't see much
difference in me except I'm semi-hard. But that
could be because I'm thinking about your dick."
He laughed and said he could not tell any
effects from the Viagra.

It was now time for supper. Once again, we were
starving so we fell into a pattern we have
quickly established -- we fell into bed,
stripped each other naked and I begged him to
fuck me. He did. I could go into the graphic
details but it was a lot like the first two
times -- which was OK with me! And as far as the
Viagra went, we both later agreed it was a dud.
Nothing happened differently because of it. No
extra-hard hard-ons, no blue world, no buzz, no
increased sexuality.

We ate on the terrace of a nice little
restaurant called "Never on Wednesday." Funny to
me because it was different from what I was used
to in my hetero world. Even though it was a very
nice restaurant, my wife would never have been
comfortable there because several of the tables
were occupied by male couples. She's not opposed
to gay love, as long as she doesn't have to see
it. The couples looked as in love and as
romantic as college couples ogling each other on
a serious date or middle aged married couples
celebrating a birthday or anniversary. What I'm
saying is, seeing gay guys express affection in
public looked increasingly normal.

After dinner we went back to the first gay bar,
Hunters. Dick assured me it was a cool, in-
demand place. Maybe, but that night it was dead.
Across the street was a storefront brightly lit,
with wide windows onto the street, and lots of
merchandise on display. The sign said "GAY
MART." "Let's go," I said to Dick.

Gay Mart was another first for me. I've been in
stores that sold gay gear but I've never been in
a gay gear store. This was cool. There were many
racks of slinky pants, tiny tshirts, and "macho"
shirts that only gay clientele could ever
perceive as manly. In long, low glass display
cases beckoned sex toys, stuff I don't even know
what it was, and "staying power" pills. I found
it fascinating to see but got bored pretty
quickly. The most stimulating part for me was
the back room shelves loaded with hundred --
thousands -- of video cases for gay vids. I had
never been in a room with this many gay videos.
While Dick shopped I slowly browsed the "art
work."

It was getting late so we headed back to our
hotel room. Once again we stripped each other
naked and lavished kisses, hugs, and gropes upon
our tightly entwined bodies. We played for about
an hour. In half-sleep Dick started to tell me
that he wakes up at 3 a.m with a raging hard on.
I kissed him on the lips so he would not make a
promise he would not keep. We drifted off to
sleep in each other's arms. It was cool.

Sadly, my flight the next morning was so early I
had to get up at 5 a.m. Dick tried to rally but
he could not wake
up. We played with each other, him in half
sleep, for a half hour and then I forced myself
to go shower. I quietly dressed and packed the
few items still out. I was wearing a suit and he
was naked under the covers of the big, sumptuous
hotel bed. I got on the bed. We kissed and I
said good-bye.

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That's my story. I wrote it factually, as if I
was writing in a diary. Every word is true. I
did not enhance any parts of it. Actually, I
left out stuff to speed up the recounting of the
events.

Interesting note: LOTS of married men who have
read my stories have emailed me
(skybolt@canoemail.com) to say that their lives
are a lot like mine. They, too, have enjoyed
amazing M2M encounters while on business trips,
in the men's room, at the gym, etc. I hope
everyone who can relate to my stories writes
about the facts of their encounters and posts
them to Nifty.org. Personally, I find true
stories to be the hottest.