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This one particularly bad Friday, I had a run in with my boss, the guy I was dating dumped me in favor of his work out partner, and I had just paid a bunch of taxes to Uncle Sam. I decided a good workout in a different setting might shake things up a little. I changed into my gym shorts and hopped in my car and didn’t care if I ever stopped. I drove and drove until I suddenly realized I was about 45 minutes from Palm Springs. What the hell, a night in Palm Springs sounded hot…in many ways.
I had always wanted to stay at a clothing optional gay resort, but didn’t have a clue as to which resort was “happening” so I stopped at the Palm Springs visitor’s center and a cute, young Latino guy—Jesse--was working the counter. As I walked up he checked me out from head to toe, but strayed as he checked out my jock-strap bulge, prominently displayed under my mesh gym shorts. I kept the conversation professional, but casually rubbed my bulge suggestively as Jesse helped me get a room at a “hot” men’s resort he knew. As he slipped me the directions Jesse coyly asked if I was alone, and needed someone to show me around. I winked, told him to come over whenever, and winked as I rubbed my straining bulge. Jesse gave me directions, his phone number, and screen name!
I quickly found the resort which was set up like a modern Spanish villa. All guest rooms faced a central courtyard where a large swimming pool and hot tub for 15 men were the focal point. There was a big bar/social area with the office and work out facility right behind it all. There were 4 or 5 guys in the hot tub, a few Speedo clad guys lying out around the pool. The crowd checked me out as I walked into the office and met a tan guy in Calvin Klein tightie-whities and black boots—the resort staff uniform. Rob, like me, was in his late 20’s, and said he was the day manager and guessed I was the guy Jesse had called about. Rob offered to get my bags from the car, but when I told him I had everything in my gym bag, he commented that “I must be taking advantage of the clothing optional part,” and he showed me to my room.
On the way Rob pointed out the amenities—continental breakfast, unlimited use of the adult video library, massage and spa services, and the best service—concierge service—around. Rob pointed toward a garden and maze that gets festive at night, and that tomorrow some porn stars from LA would be in town for fun and games. As I stuck Rob’s tip into his white briefs I grabbed his hardening dick and kissed him full on the mouth--just my way of saying thanks! As I didn’t have much to unpack, I thought I should head out to buy some essentials—lube, tank-tops, another pair of workout shorts, Speedo, sun block etc. and Rob directed me to the men’s store featuring attire for gay men.
Coming from a tourist town I knew that the referrals from one business to the next were what kept the place afloat. The men’s store was no exception. Full of gym shorts, tank tops, swimsuits, briefs, and an occasional safari or aloha print shirt, the store was well stocked with my favorite brands and reasonably priced for a tourist town. The salesman was in his early 50’s and most likely the owner or manager. I walked around, grabbed a 3 pack of Calvin’s, some white ribbed tank-top undershirts, and a pair of shorts when the clerk suggested that I check out some of their stock that had just arrive. This was my first introduction to 2xist underwear. He suggested that I try them on, because I would love them!
Never one to shy away from some new briefs, I jumped into the changing room, and pulled the canvas curtain. Most of the dressing area was enclosed, but the top and bottom of the curtain were mesh, with a 3 foot wide horizontal stripe covering the torso and private parts. Trying on clothes was also putting on a show—which was fine by me! I pulled off my damp gym shorts and sweaty jock and out of nowhere the clerk appeared with a hand towel. He suggested that I might want to dry off before trying on the clothes. I said oh, in case I don’t like them, and he said no, so that you can get a true feeling of the fabric on your cock and balls!
I had a hard time getting my stiffening cock into the briefs, jock strap and bikini briefs and was even more shocked when the clerk opened the curtain to ask how I was doing. As I was trying to determine if I wanted a white or black jock, brief and bikini, the clerk showed up with three or four jocko running shorts. As I slipped on the first pair he told me to come out and see how I looked in the three way mirror. When I did, I saw an older gay couple—around their 60s- and a young guy. The couple milled around looking at me as much as they were looking at the stock, and the young guy was folding stock and affixing tags. After the second costume change I called the younger guy came over to help me find a larger size and he helped adjust my aching cock in the swimsuit. He also whispered that the couple was enjoying my fashion show.
Never one to disappoint, I continued with spandex/lycra shorts and swimsuits--trying each pair on and checking my hard cock and tight ass in the mirror. The Owner/manager said that he thought I was staying at the clothing optional resort and wondered why I would need a swimsuit. I confirmed that I was indeed staying at the resort, but that I tanned in a swimsuit to keep my tan lines, but planned to walk around and swim in the nude.
The three older guys seemed to really like that answer and quickly 6 or so pairs of increasingly skimpy Speedos came to me. The young guy would get the right color or style as I asked, and the manager kept the stock coming fast and furiously. I finally selected two Sauvage bikini swimsuits that had only 1” sides, a full ass and pouch for my cock and balls! One suit was white and the other yellow—which are virtually see through when wet!
I went up to the register, reviewed the Y-backs, jocks, tanks tops, 2 swimsuits, and the rest of my purchases and was told the older couple had put my purchases on their account with thanks for a great show. The manager bagged everything up and left, while I went back to get the gym shorts and lube I needed. The young clerk asked if I was going to try the shorts on and was tired of changing clothes and getting no action until he pulled me to the fitting room, got down on his knees and started sucking my dick right there in the store.
The k** had a great mouth and deep throated me, licked my balls and nursed my head until I couldn’t stand it. All the parading and tension had built up, and as he stroked his own hard cock I started to grunt and he capped his mouth over my spasm in cock so that I shot into his mouth--not down his throat. After 5 or so spurts he shot up, grabbed me by the neck and French kissed me hard and deep. I had never been fed my own cum before, but loved it. As we kissed he grunted and shot his load into his own briefs. We quickly zipped up and asked if I was at the porn star resort. He promised to come over too!
I had always wanted to stay at a clothing optional gay resort, but didn’t have a clue as to which resort was “happening” so I stopped at the Palm Springs visitor’s center and a cute, young Latino guy—Jesse--was working the counter. As I walked up he checked me out from head to toe, but strayed as he checked out my jock-strap bulge, prominently displayed under my mesh gym shorts. I kept the conversation professional, but casually rubbed my bulge suggestively as Jesse helped me get a room at a “hot” men’s resort he knew. As he slipped me the directions Jesse coyly asked if I was alone, and needed someone to show me around. I winked, told him to come over whenever, and winked as I rubbed my straining bulge. Jesse gave me directions, his phone number, and screen name!
I quickly found the resort which was set up like a modern Spanish villa. All guest rooms faced a central courtyard where a large swimming pool and hot tub for 15 men were the focal point. There was a big bar/social area with the office and work out facility right behind it all. There were 4 or 5 guys in the hot tub, a few Speedo clad guys lying out around the pool. The crowd checked me out as I walked into the office and met a tan guy in Calvin Klein tightie-whities and black boots—the resort staff uniform. Rob, like me, was in his late 20’s, and said he was the day manager and guessed I was the guy Jesse had called about. Rob offered to get my bags from the car, but when I told him I had everything in my gym bag, he commented that “I must be taking advantage of the clothing optional part,” and he showed me to my room.
On the way Rob pointed out the amenities—continental breakfast, unlimited use of the adult video library, massage and spa services, and the best service—concierge service—around. Rob pointed toward a garden and maze that gets festive at night, and that tomorrow some porn stars from LA would be in town for fun and games. As I stuck Rob’s tip into his white briefs I grabbed his hardening dick and kissed him full on the mouth--just my way of saying thanks! As I didn’t have much to unpack, I thought I should head out to buy some essentials—lube, tank-tops, another pair of workout shorts, Speedo, sun block etc. and Rob directed me to the men’s store featuring attire for gay men.
Coming from a tourist town I knew that the referrals from one business to the next were what kept the place afloat. The men’s store was no exception. Full of gym shorts, tank tops, swimsuits, briefs, and an occasional safari or aloha print shirt, the store was well stocked with my favorite brands and reasonably priced for a tourist town. The salesman was in his early 50’s and most likely the owner or manager. I walked around, grabbed a 3 pack of Calvin’s, some white ribbed tank-top undershirts, and a pair of shorts when the clerk suggested that I check out some of their stock that had just arrive. This was my first introduction to 2xist underwear. He suggested that I try them on, because I would love them!
Never one to shy away from some new briefs, I jumped into the changing room, and pulled the canvas curtain. Most of the dressing area was enclosed, but the top and bottom of the curtain were mesh, with a 3 foot wide horizontal stripe covering the torso and private parts. Trying on clothes was also putting on a show—which was fine by me! I pulled off my damp gym shorts and sweaty jock and out of nowhere the clerk appeared with a hand towel. He suggested that I might want to dry off before trying on the clothes. I said oh, in case I don’t like them, and he said no, so that you can get a true feeling of the fabric on your cock and balls!
I had a hard time getting my stiffening cock into the briefs, jock strap and bikini briefs and was even more shocked when the clerk opened the curtain to ask how I was doing. As I was trying to determine if I wanted a white or black jock, brief and bikini, the clerk showed up with three or four jocko running shorts. As I slipped on the first pair he told me to come out and see how I looked in the three way mirror. When I did, I saw an older gay couple—around their 60s- and a young guy. The couple milled around looking at me as much as they were looking at the stock, and the young guy was folding stock and affixing tags. After the second costume change I called the younger guy came over to help me find a larger size and he helped adjust my aching cock in the swimsuit. He also whispered that the couple was enjoying my fashion show.
Never one to disappoint, I continued with spandex/lycra shorts and swimsuits--trying each pair on and checking my hard cock and tight ass in the mirror. The Owner/manager said that he thought I was staying at the clothing optional resort and wondered why I would need a swimsuit. I confirmed that I was indeed staying at the resort, but that I tanned in a swimsuit to keep my tan lines, but planned to walk around and swim in the nude.
The three older guys seemed to really like that answer and quickly 6 or so pairs of increasingly skimpy Speedos came to me. The young guy would get the right color or style as I asked, and the manager kept the stock coming fast and furiously. I finally selected two Sauvage bikini swimsuits that had only 1” sides, a full ass and pouch for my cock and balls! One suit was white and the other yellow—which are virtually see through when wet!
I went up to the register, reviewed the Y-backs, jocks, tanks tops, 2 swimsuits, and the rest of my purchases and was told the older couple had put my purchases on their account with thanks for a great show. The manager bagged everything up and left, while I went back to get the gym shorts and lube I needed. The young clerk asked if I was going to try the shorts on and was tired of changing clothes and getting no action until he pulled me to the fitting room, got down on his knees and started sucking my dick right there in the store.
The k** had a great mouth and deep throated me, licked my balls and nursed my head until I couldn’t stand it. All the parading and tension had built up, and as he stroked his own hard cock I started to grunt and he capped his mouth over my spasm in cock so that I shot into his mouth--not down his throat. After 5 or so spurts he shot up, grabbed me by the neck and French kissed me hard and deep. I had never been fed my own cum before, but loved it. As we kissed he grunted and shot his load into his own briefs. We quickly zipped up and asked if I was at the porn star resort. He promised to come over too!
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