Larry’s 36th Post: The Sexiest Men We Met in PV

 Hi guys, it’s Larry again this time.

I kinda thought this would be the best time to write something about the guys that Marcus just wrote about. I had some say into what he wrote and he said that I should put my two cents into the story since I was a part of all of that was going on.

I planned on using the same writing idea that my husband and me had when it came to telling a little about the four guys in his chapter. Now that I picked that for myself, I’m gonna start writing about Selfie and then Shades because they wanted to talk to me alone.

I don’t have any issues with what Marc wrote about at all, it was kinda funny in parts and serious too. I think we both loved all these guys but in different ways because we are different ourselves. I’m only gonna talk about the guys already mentioned in a couple of chapters, like  the Texans but we did meet lots of other guys over our time there and maybe I might talk about some of the others too.

I have my ideas on these guys and some of them won’t be just like Marc’s, that’s okay because everyone is different including me. I want to let you know more about Selfie. I know Marc picked some goofy names for them, and we haven’t talked about using their real names yet or if we ever will, that will come later on, I guess. 

When we were back from dinner and sitting around the hotel pool, I learned stuff about Selfie and Shades without Marcus being there with me. I filled him in later back at our place, you don’t think he was gonna let that go, right? I learned the following at the poolside that night.

This section is about me and Selfie

This is Cabinet Maker Selfie

I think I liked Selfie the best because we have a love of working with wood, I only mess around in my woodworking shed making wooden toys mostly for my grandkids, Noah 6 years old and Liam almost 4 years old come September. But I have made tables and chairs and a bunch of stuff over the years, and Selfie makes cabinets for a living and owns his own business too. Anyhow, we talked mostly about stuff like that together when we had a chance. I loved that he could take a joke and give it back too. He’s my kind of guy, a lot like Marcus when it comes to my humor. 

He owns his own condo and rents part of it out to the guy named Smiley who is way too much into Marcus, and I’ll get to that soon enough. We both kinda thought the two of them were in a real relationship like we had before getting married. I don’t want to say at this point, if they really are or not, my gut says not. There’s another guy Marcus talked about, it’s Shades, he’s big into his time with Selfie though which says something big about them. 

You guys probably know enough about me to know I know shit about all the kinds of relationships guys can get into with each other. I haven’t had the experiences that so many of the guys we’ve been meeting down here in PV this year. Marcus is the only guy I’ve ever been with, and I don’t want to be with anybody else, ever. But some of these guys have different ideas for us, and me especially with Shades; that’s coming up soon enough.

You probably know this guy

Selfie is very masculine, but I guess all of these guys are that too. He’s a little bit taller than me and calls himself a bear. He has his share of muscles and is hairy enough to call himself a bear if he wants to, but all four of these guys consider themselves bears and they all look kinda different. I’m not going home until I can figure all of this out.

I didn’t have that much time alone with Selfie, but I did learn a lot about him. Like that he had a guy living with him to help with expenses.  They each had their own bedrooms and were not a ‘real’ couple. I asked him what that meant, he said that sometimes they connected in his bedroom, but not lots of times. Anyway, the guy got a job offer in another state and took it. They are still friends but that doesn’t help with the expenses, that’s why he ran an ad to find another renter.

He told me that Smiley has another bedroom for himself just like the other guy and they are good friends. You better know I asked him if they ever spend time in his bedroom like the other guy did. He looked at me and over to Smiley talking with Marcus, and Shades to my right side and said, “What do you fucking think?” I told him I fucking think he spends more time in your bedroom than his own. Smiley laughed and put his hand up for a high-five with me, Shades joined in with us as well. It was a little bit loud, and I saw Marc look up at us, I bet he is wondering what’s the fuck is going on over here with these guys. Anyway, he said that Smiley and him have a cool friendship but nothing like me and Marcus seem to have.

Another thing I like so much about Selfie, he hasn’t tried to come on to me, or if he has, I haven’t noticed yet and that means he’s really bad at doing that, hahah. In a way, I kinda wonder why because he’s the only one who hasn’t yet. I’m not complaining, just wondering, that’s all. Anyway, like I said, we are all different, and maybe he doesn’t like being so forward with strangers, or maybe he’s really a shy guy by himself. I am too, ya, I know, I can hear you guys laughing at me now. Well, the old me was very shy.

After leaving the bear pool and in the guy's hotel room.

I’m only setting this up so you can see how Marcus has changed down here in Puerto Vallarta; me, well I kinda changed a long time ago and I have more fun than him too.

Anyhow, when we were in the hotel room with all of them getting ready for going out together later, we all at one point were stripped down to get a shower and then getting dressed in the same big room. No one seemed to care about that, including my husband, and go figure that! I don’t even want to talk about it and make him change his attitude! If you read the last chapter, you know that Selfie and Shades put on a big show for us in the rain shower. Anyway, Selfie spent a bunch of time just as naked as we all were at one point or other. Part of that time the two of us were right next to each other, well I was dressed at the time. It didn’t bother him or me at all; in fact, I kinda liked the feeling it gave me that it’s cool being free to do shit like that and not feel guilty or ashamed. I’m saying that because when it was my time walking around without anything on, it feels so natural now. I guess that comes from being at home that way around the guys in our lives there. But the biggest surprise is how easy it has been for Marcus to join in with us the same way. I think I’ll talk about that in this chapter too.

This section is about me and Shades

Back to when Selfie and Shades wanted to get me alone from Marcus at the poolside lounges, I got to know more than I need about Shades. I mean the guy is cool in his way, not my way, or Marc’s, I hope.

Shades the Mixologist

He just came out and said that he couldn’t believe what he heard from me that Marcus wrote about last time. I’ll try to make sense of this, but don’t blame me if I screw it up. Back in the morning at the Mantamar Bear Pool he came out and said that I must be a ‘top’ or something like that, I can’t remember exactly, but I knew what he meant. I told him that sometimes I was and he couldn’t believe it at all. He said a guy like me and him are only tops, never bottoms. Really, I never knew that.

He said that he has always been a top, a guy built like him would never bottom. You guys all know that I’ve been married to Ellen for my whole life, and yes of course I’m a top, that’s what you do when you marry a woman, right? If I’m wrong you can tell me, I’m trying to learn the best I can. I told him that he didn’t know anything about our past yet and was using what we looked like I guess. I also guess that Marcus looks like a bottom? I mean he knows we are married and must have sex some of the time.

He was being not cool at all, and if I could spell it I’d use a word that Marcus would use to describe him, 'ob-knox-something or other.' I also told him how much he was missing out on by not being a bottom sometimes. Ya, that he laughed at too. I stuck to my idea and said it again to him and told him how it felt to me. I also told him, or I should say, them since Selfie was there and not saying a word about his feelings on the subject yet, about the time when we had our first sex together, so long ago.

I didn’t tell him the whole story, just about some of the stuff we did at the lake, several years ago. I didn’t get into how long we took to do anything because I didn’t want to hear him say how stupid we were. I let him know that we both enjoyed sex equally, I had a hard time explaining that to him, but I tried. I told him the first thing I ever did with him, you know, exposing ourselves to each other on the trip to the lake, and that was a big mistake. I sucked it up and told him that I sucked his balls, and I never ever did anything like that before in my life and I loved it. He didn’t laugh this time, maybe he has done that too?

Then I told him that we never even brought up who’s gonna be on top, never. When it happens it happens, but I wanted to say that between us the one who is the horniest picks, and it’s kinda like that for real. It’s always okay for us, we both love it either way. I tried to tell him what he is missing by not even trying to let someone top him. I mean these guys all know each other pretty damn good now, he should be able to trust the guys not to hurt him. Ya, I bet it’s about the pain he thinks he’s gonna feel. I can’t say that didn’t cross my mind when we were at the cabin, but Marc, well Al back in those days, could not have been gentler with me, asking how I was doing every minute for my first time. You know, I’d havta go look at the blog to remember who did who and when, hahah. I know I was doing the same thing with him when I was the top guy. I think it was Al, like I just wrote doing me, but it was my turn not much later, hahah. I know we didn’t cum on purpose because we wanted it to last forever that day. We were so pumped on what we were about to do for the first time in all the years we knew each other and really loved each other too.

Anyhow, back to getting Shade to change his mind. You know when I get an idea I want to try, I don’t give up easily. I told him what it feels like with a cock deep inside you, especially if you love the guy who owns the cock. Maybe that’s the problem, he loves himself more than anyone I bet. Too bad his dick is not long enough to fuck himself. Like I said, I didn’t give up and Selfie started to agree with me on how it feels, even if you don’t love the guy as much as Marc and me love each other. Then it got really strange all of a sudden, Shades gave us something that might make him change his mind, at least once.

Shades gave me a plan that might happen if he gets drunk or high enough, but it hasta include both me and Marcus. He told Selfie and me, if he does anything, it hasta be me topping him, and Marcus needs to be giving him a blow job at the same time too. Woah, hold the horses buddy, there’s a so little chance of that happening, and then nothing changes. But he’s fucking with the wrong guy, if I wasn’t 110% into my marriage to Marc, I’d take that fucker on in a heartbeat. (I bet you didn’t ever hear me talk like that before!) I told him let me work this out with my husband, you might end up with a cock up your ass yet. I didn’t laugh because it wasn’t funny, it was a slap in my face, and I didn’t like it one bit. 

This section is about me and Marcus

The Silver Fox himself

I told Marcus about what went down in our little group get together that night and the challenge Shades gave me. I didn’t say I was gonna do it or anything, I just told him what kind of guy he is. Marc just laughed really hard at how silly the challenge was, but then saw my face and realized, uh, oh, this wasn’t just a fucking joke anymore.

Marcus just said, “You aren’t thinking on going through with this, are you?” I just said, “Nah, the guy is fruit loops about everything that comes outta his mouth; it just fucking irks me, that’s all.” I wasn’t ready to put this behind me just yet, I should have done that, but I’m me and me does stupid things sometimes. I had to keep it going or I wasn’t going to sleep much that night, with or without great sex and tonight that has a snowball’s chance in Hell for us.

Anyhow, I plowed ahead and asked him what his feelings are about doing something together with him, that shouldn’t be like cheating, right? Like it’s would be right in front of each other. His first response to me was, “Are you looking to get our sex life more open and mess around with other guys. His second response was, “Are you fucking serious?” His third response was, “Okay, out with it, what are you asking me to say?”

I knew that I wasn’t thinking straight after the challenge to me, and I certainly should have thought it more through before bringing it up to my husband, who by the way still thinks we are on our honeymoon. Ya, we are definitely still on it, well, was up until just now.

Well, the nice part of being Marc’s husband and not my ex-wife’s husband, is that he took some time to think about it and calmed down and started to talk to me about how to handle bully’s like him. I’m glad that I’ve been clean and sober for almost a couple of decades now, because if I wasn’t, I’d be a fucking wreck. The sick part about all of this fucking stuff, is how kinda exciting this sounds to my little brain, the one sitting on top of my dick. I am serious when I say, I am so lucky to be with a husband that loves sex as much as me. You know, in all the years I’ve been married to my ex-wife, sex was something she tolerated from me as long as I had a shirt on while having sex, or I guess they say ‘scissor’ sex was okay without a shirt since my furry body had little contact with her body. And let’s not talk about how overly sensitive her boobs were so I hardly got to touch them. I can touch Marc anywhere, even his boobs, and he only wants more, hahah. (Marc does not have boobs, just so you know, hahah.)

Oh, I’ll get back to you on this before I finish the chapter. I got a lot more to talk about yet.

This section is about me and Stretch

Stretch doing a stretch

Smiley thought that Stretch’s 32” waist was close enough to mine and maybe I could borrow some shorts from him for the night out. I couldn’t get into them, and everyone made a big joke about me not able to get the pants over my big butt. The waist size look okay though. Ya, it’s all true, but I don’t havta like being laughed at though. I didn’t let them know that I just said something funny and they laughed. I don’t even remember what I said, too bad, I could use it again if it ever happens. Smiley had clothes that fit the both of us, so we didn’t need to go get ours out of the SUV, that was cool.

Stretch was really trying to help me but with his small ass, what can I say. For a tall guy, I didn’t ask how tall, I’m 5’8” I had to look up at him when we were talking close to each other. He was the tallest in the group and in good shape, and a really good-looking guy. Even though I couldn’t use his shorts he stuck with us the entire time trying out what to wear. It wasn’t hard for me to notice how much he wanted to say something about my furry body. Come on, he stared at my legs, arms and chest. I bet you thought I was gonna say my dick, hahah. If he did, he was damn good at not letting me know. I don’t care; I really don’t anymore. He asked permission to touch my hairy thighs; I figured it would be my biceps or ask me to flex them. Nope, just my leg hair and he said that it felt nothing like he thought it would but didn’t tell me what that was to feel like. I knew he started to get embarrassed, and one look at his face told me. I told him it’s all cool, I get asked lots of times to know what it feels like or do a muscle pose, which I do not do. I draw the line at that.

I've seen this ass before

I guess I could tell you now that since we’ve been down here, I do a lot of manscaping, that’s a new term for me and I don’t mind doing it at all. I trim around my neck front and back, well, Marcus helps me with a lot of it. Anything that gets too long or bushy gets whacked now. Anyway, I discovered how much longer my dick looks with a neatly trimmed bush, and we both still shave our balls, it’s kinda traditional for us now, like an anniversary from our first trip together.

Stretch gave me a pat on my upper back as he left us when Smiley gave him such a look, I saw it and knew exactly what it meant, get lost! He just headed away from the bed and over to the window and started looking out at the sea.

I was gonna say that I kinda liked having him there with me, but it was more than kinda, I’m beginning to like him a lot more than I thought at the pool. Anyhow, old Smiley was way into helping Marcus and kinda letting me try on shorts by myself. At least Stretch was talking to me and making me feel comfortable with him. I might havta remind you that Marc and me already had our swimwear off while trying out what we were going to wear. 

Just so you know this, we knew these guys were gay, so we were not shocked that no one cared that the two of us were the only naked jaybirds in the room at the time. That changed soon enough though. I am so over caring about shit like that, and don’t be surprised that Marcus is getting more like me every day. I just hope it sticks with him when we go back home.

It’s time to talk about me and Smiley

Smiley with a smile

I think it’s important to let you and Marc know that I don’t have anything nasty or bad to say about the funniest and happiest guy in the group. The picture that Marcus found for him is so spot on, it’s unreal. Every time I look at this photo I really see him, more so than the other guys. But those pictures are super close too.

I guess the one thing that annoys me about Smiley, he’s way into my husband, way more than any of the rest and it’s kinda threatening for me. He really fell fast for Marcus, a lot like I did so many years ago and couldn’t find a way to let him know. Smiley is not like me; he is right up front with his attraction. Says it too. I’ve heard him say how handsome Marc is and how hot he looks with his silver hair coming in. This guy has fallen hard for him but I’m sure that Marcus will know how to handle that, I hope.

There have been so many times that Marc has mentioned how all eyes are on me when I enter a room, I don’t believe that one bit. I know he is so in love with me, it’s easy to think that. I feel the same way about him. But with this dude, I can see it with my own eyes, up close and personal too. Marcus is very handsome, and like me he doesn’t believe it as well. But ever since his hair and beard began to change color, man, it changed his looks big time. 

I never knew what the big fascination about my being all blond and furry was with him; I didn’t like anything about myself back when we first met. He spent so much time working on my head, it’s not funny. Now he’s getting a lot of attention himself. Smiley is not the first guy we have written about, good old Michael from Texas was big into Marc himself. Trust me, I am not jealous, at least I don’t think I am. We both like these guys, and we need to figure out where the line is drawn and stick with it.

Anyhow, let’s get over how attracted he is to my handsome husband, and get more into Smiley instead. Aside from what I’ve just been saying, I really like him, he’s a lot like me when it comes to his sense of humor. His jokes are what guys tell each other, sexy, gross, weird, whatever, but usually funny because he can tell them in a funny way. Maybe he should try stand-up comedy’s open mic one day. I bet he could pull it off with a little work on the jokes.

Smiley is a real guy, not like Hollywood handsome and air brained. He’s all man, hairy chested, got a great laugh and is nothing like Shades when it comes to everything about being a grown-ass man. I’ve never said this about myself or written about it in the blog. You gotta know that being blond and I do mean real blond, not dyed California Surfer blond, and like my husband has been trying to put into my head for years, beyond good-looking. Tells people that maybe I might not be the brightest bulb in the room, the sharpest tack in the box, whatever. What about all the blond female jokes; do people think the same way about blond men with good looks? Ever since we’ve been staying down in PV, I have been told so many times about my looks, my fur, my ass. It is a lot to deal with, and I never had to deal with that like I am down here. Do I hate it? Oh, get a fucking life, do I hate it, I love it. I just don’t want it to get into my head like it has for Shades. I bet you didn’t see that one coming.

Marcus is dealing with how he is attracting attention himself now, he is just as baffled as I am. With his up and down weight problems over the years and you must know about the ‘other thing’ he’s done too much talking about over the years, it’s not like normal down here. You might wonder why we have spent so much of the last year down here, wonder no longer. I just told you how much everything has changed for us.

I don’t know how much longer we will be able to swap houses in the future, but so far nothing has been said about it yet. I love this villa we are using for a house. I know I must sound like really spoiled; I am! And I don’t want it to every go away! We are living a dream, I am living a dream, the one where Marcus can be who he really is and doesn’t need to hide from. That’s why I dread going back home, almost every day.

The last day with our new friends in PV.

I don’t think we mentioned it yet in any of our postings, the SUV we are driving belongs to the owner of the home and we get to use it as long as we take good care of it. He didn’t want the car to be left in the garage unused for months at a time. It’s has three rows of seats so it’s great for having friends with us.

The naked awesome foursome at our place in PV

I’ll try to keep this part short if I can. Shades knew about the villas up on the hill overlooking the beaches below. He wanted to see one of them for real instead of on his computer. Anyway, we decided to ask them to come up for a visit before they had to leave for home and work. I mentioned about the car since they always called for a ride, we just went to their hotel and picked them up instead and then brought them home later. Somehow, they ended up waiting too long before coming for a nice long visit with us. It ended up being just an afternoon with us in the private pool and then just after dark before we had to take them back to their hotel for their flight in the morning. 

I’m gonna take the blame for stripping off everything first and then jumping into the big infinity pool with a relaxing view. No one else needed permission to do the same because there was this pile of clothes on the ground and six naked-ass guys acting like goofballs in the pool. Somehow, I got dunked more than I ever have any time before. That’s okay, I dunked my share of them too. After messing around in the water a few of us got out and sat on the lounge chairs and talked for a while, mostly about how beautiful everything was around the place. As it got darker, we were all back in the pool waiting for the sun to set into the water. 

Me and Marcus were standing at the edge of the pool with our arms loosely around each other, kinda normal for this kinda thing for us. Suddenly, I felt something hard and in a familiar place pushing us apart, it was Smiley, who else?! Anyway, he got himself all comfortable between us and just said aloud that this must be the best spot to watch the sun go down because you guys are here. The next thing he did was put both of his arms to work, one on my ass, I was to his right, and one on Marc’s ass, he was to his left. The look on Marc’s face told me all I needed to know about where Smiley’s left hand was placed. It’s almost like we can think about stuff, and we both know about it lately. Marc just winked at me and looked down at Smiley’s backside and back up at me, I read that we should each place a hand on one of his ass cheeks, I took the one near Marc and he took the one near me so that our arms were crossed and it would be hard to break them apart. Like Smiley would even think about doing that. He gave us a little high-pitched squeal of approval and that’s how the three of us stayed for the sun to set. Ya, but that’s not all that happened. When Smiley left Stretch to join us, I guess he figured he’d just be staying at the edge of the water by himself. Thanks to Marc noticing that, he called him over to hang with us too. Marcus told me later that it took less then three seconds for Stretch to cozy up to him and then place his arm around his back. He didn’t say whether his ass got another hand, and I didn’t ask for a reason, but now he will know after reading this.

Shades and Selfie had their own hot and heavy thing going on over to my right about several feet away, until they saw the four of us and came over to lock in with us. Selfie was the one who attached himself to me but first gave me a kiss on my ear. I like that, Marc does it all the time. Shades just said, “It looks like we’ve got a real tight group here, cool.” I gave him a big smile, but after Selfie joined Smiley each with a hand on my ass, I figured when in Rome. Anyhow, there was a lotta ass holding going on while watching the sun turn the sky red and then sink into the sea. Yup, there was. At the point of the sun halfway into the sea, both me and Marc kissed Smiley’s cheeks without letting him know we were gonna do that; ask me if he protested, hahah ya, right.

Getting back to Selfie and Shades before I forget to write about it; I kinda have this thing going on in my head about these two guys. I want to get to know everything about Selfie’s woodworking shop and cabinet making place since we both love to work with wood. But this challenge thing  that’s going on with me and Shades makes me want to know more about him. I’m gonna do that too, not that night but hopefully before he leaves here.

It still was kinda light out, but the sun was history, and all the fun ass grabbing was almost over, we knew we had to take them back to their hotel for their morning flight home. Anyhow, part of my head can’t figure out which two sleep in the same bed in the hotel. At first I thought maybe it was the same as those who live together but I don’t think that’s how it goes with them at all.

We drove them back to their hotel shortly after the beautiful sunset and we all put on some clothes since it’s not ‘cool’ to drive naked. Yes it is, but not down here, hahah. We did all the hugging and goodbye kisses at the poolside so we could just drop them off quickly because I have some plans of my own when we get back to the house! 

They made us promise to fly into San Diego before going home to spend a few days with them, to check out what their turf is like I guess. I’m pretty sure that we will do that because I want to visit Selfie’s cabinet shop, and Marcus was interested in seeing Stretch’s flower and plant shop operation; kinda figures the old C.O.O. would want to do that. At this point we had not made any definite changes to our plans yet because we were not ready to leave.

A side trip to San Diego was the new part of our plans.

The guys home in San Diego

Guess what? Before flying back home to Sacramento, we flew into the San Diego International Airport for a visit with these guys at their home turf. Smiley came to get us in his truck at the airport and drove us to the Pinnacle Marina Tower where they live. He told us it’s about three-and-a-half-mile trip from the airport; talk about being close to the airport! For us back home, it’s like a 36-mile trip from the Sacramento International Airport to our home in Granite Bay. 

Selfie and Stretch both own their condos and rent out space to Smiley and Shades. Their condo tower is right near the ocean and is the tallest tower in San Diego. They are on the 6th or 7th floor, I forgot, because it’s way cheaper, around $600,000+ for the first 10 floors, and up to millions of dollars for any of the upper floors. Selfie said that if they ever need to get their asses out in a hurry, they can use the stairs and be out quicker than those on the floors above them. You know, I never thought about that myself, good thinking for a state with earthquakes. Anyhow, it’s a lot closer to the cool gym on the second floor too.

The Shades and Larry challenge is almost a chapter.

I promised that I’d get back to you about the challenge me and Shades had before I close the chapter. So, guess what? This is where I’ll tell you about that story.

We planned on a few days with the guys in San Diego before heading back home. Marcus wanted to spend some time with Stretch and check out the operation of his business, I hope he doesn’t get into telling him how to run it better. Not right now! Anyway, I wanted to spend time with Selfie and his cabinet shop, but I really wanted to get some alone time with Shades and talk about that only the top thing he thinks I should be too.

Anyway, I got to spend some time with Shades because he told that if I can get my ass up really early, like about 5:00am at the latest, that I could ride with him and get some time to talk too. I actually got up on my own and got to ride with him to the flower shop, and then to the restaurant with the flowers. I helped him inventory some of the bar needs and helped him stock it too. I had no idea of how much work goes into getting a big bar up and running for the day, and then havta do it all over again the next day. He told me that there are a few bartenders that work there but he is responsible for all the stuff we did together, not the other guys. He also works a split shift, first the morning routine and then he has time off before going to work later. Sometimes he works until closing at 2:00am and still needs to clean up with the other bartender working with him. Anyhow, we got done with his stuff to do so fast that we had lots of time for us to have coffee, and talk. And we even got to work out in the condo’s gym too! That might not have been my best idea since I haven’t worked out in a long ass time while in Puerto Vallarta. I could have but just got into vacation mood.

Okay so just to remind you why I wanted to talk to him, he was bragging about never being anything but a top, always a top and couldn’t figure out why someone like me wasn’t the same way. Why would I even consider being a bottom. Well, there must be a compliment in there someplace but, a “guy like me!” I don’t even know what the fuck that means and I don’t want to ask because I might want to deck him over his answer. Anyhow, that was what was in my head, but you know after spending some time with all of them recently, I was getting feelings there was a lot of bullshit that he was covering up. I have a history of that myself, so I’ve been there, and done that myself. 

We didn’t talk much during all the work he had to do other than telling me what I could do to help him. I was fascinated anyway; I never knew what really goes into running a bar. I don’t drink any more, but I only got drunk on beer, a lotta beer too. I could see this chapter going on forever, so I will try to cut out stuff that’s not important, hahah, I said that like I fucking know how to do it. I was really getting to like being around him and I just wasn’t in the mood to get in an argument about who’s on top or bottom, or why just yet. I did tell him that working for a couple of hours with him was cool, and that I kinda hanging with him. I didn’t tell him that his roommate Stretch was easier to like, nope I did not say that, but I thought it, but didn’t say it. I asked him to tell me about his job as a bartender, and he quickly corrected me with that he was a “mixologist,” not a bartender. Okay, noted. So, what the fuck is a mixologist then. I know what that means now, and I’m trying to figure out how I will use that in the future, but since I don’t drink, maybe it’s not so important to remember anymore.

From the pictures I’m using, thanks to Marcus for letting me use them too, you can see for yourself that Shades is a very handsome man. The only trouble is that he likes you to know that too. I have “gay eyes” now, I can see how cute he is myself. I told him straight out like I meant it, that if he was a straight guy that he would be a fucking lady killer. Like not really a “murderer,” just too handsome. He laughed at me trying to correct myself and thanked me for saying that. I kinda expected him to say that he knew it, but thanks anyway. He did not. I’m getting to think that Shades is nothing like he tries to make us think he is at all. Maybe I struck a nerve with that comment because he asked me if I had time enough so he could tell me stuff that no one knows about him, not even the guys we’ve been writing about here. I told him that I had no other plans for the day and that I was all ears for him.

He started out saying that he didn’t even know where to start, but it was something that he had been stalling on telling his roommate Stretch or the other two buddy’s about as well. I told him that whatever is troubling him, tell me, I know how to keep a secret if I need to. He said that that’s the trouble, it’s been a secret and it has to stop being that way because it’s depressing him too much, especially after meeting Marc and me. That statement really hit me hard, I went into apologizing big time, and he stopped me big time. He told me it’s not a bad thing, that it was a beautiful thing, something he’s always wanted for himself.

I reached out to his arm the one not holding a cup of coffee that we were having at the time and just held my hand there until I told him, to just unload whatever the fuck it is that is bothering him, maybe I can help. I sure hoped that I could do that for him, but I’m gonna try anyway. 

He told me that majority of the people that sit at the bar with him are good looking older, but then changed it to mature women, not men. I told him maybe the straight guys there are afraid that people might think they are trying to hit on the handsome “mixologist” working there. He laughed and complimented me on a least getting his job title correct this time.

He asked me if I could understand that it was necessary for him to act super straight at work. I told him no, I didn’t quite understand, if they discriminated against him for being gay, it’s California, there might be something he could do about it, or just fucking quit and get a job where people didn’t give a fuck who he loved. What do you think? Pretty good stuff from me huh.

He said that maybe I could understand better if I knew what happens after a late-night shift is over for him. He told me that he usually follows a woman home that he met at the bar that night for sex at her place but never stays the whole night. Please try to forgive the old straight guy I used to be when you read this: The old straight me, the before Marcus me, the sad because sex wasn’t always on my ex-wife Ellen’s mind me, would have loved to be him; you bet your fucking ass I would have wanted to be him.

Anyhow, the not so straight anymore me, the guy who would rather have sex with his husband than his ex-wife me, told him, “So, you are a bisexual, big fucking deal, right?” I got a big ass “NO, I AM NOT,” back from him. “Okay, so what the fuck are you then!” actually came out of my mouth and I was so sorry for saying that out loud. I half-assed apologized to him by asking if I really said that out loud, because if I did, I didn’t mean for that to happen. It didn’t bother him, he actually laughed at my apology, and said nothing to worry about, he wonders the same thing himself. You know, I’m really getting to like this dude a lot as we’ve been talking. He told me that he has always known that he is gay, just never came totally out, only to some of his friends, not even his parents or siblings yet. The first thought that came into my mind was about how Marcus is having the same problem at home but couldn’t be gayer than he has been in PV. These guys need to have a big sit-down talk!

Shades unloaded the big guns next for me. He said that a lot of women insist on paying for the sex in one way or the other. He told me there were times when he refused any money but found a hundred bucks folded neatly inside one of his pants pockets. The women do not expect free sex; well, that’s a big change from whatever I could have experienced in my life. Anyway, I blurted out, “So, you are not a bisexual, you are a handsome mixologist and sex-worker.” He laughed louder this time and said that he was glad I didn’t label him a gigolo, and maybe I can drop the mixologist label for a while. You gotta know me by now, so I said, “Okay, you are a handsome sex worker that’s almost a gigolo who finds money in his pockets sometimes.” He told me that I could quit the sex worker thing, but funny thing, he never told me to stop calling him handsome. I got his number down pat. Maybe I’ll call him gorgeous like my husband writes about me. Or maybe not. I’m just having fun with words with him and he knows it too. I’m just trying to lighten it up for him because like he said, he’s never told anyone about this stuff yet, just me.

I wasn’t gonna risk pissing him off with my silly humor so, I asked him politely, since he’s gay on the inside, if he ever faked cumming on the outside for one of the women he followed to their home for sex. He had no trouble answering that one, and it was quick too. He said that it was many times, because with a condom it was easy to hide and that he is a outstanding actor if I cared to remember. Feeling like I was on a roll here, and I could tell that he wasn’t upset with me yet, I told him I could never forget such a powerful performance by Selfie and him back in PV. I could pour it on just as good as him, I’ve learned a lot over the last few years you know. He just said, “Yes, the one you guys didn’t know if it was real or not.” Yup that was the one alright, I told him that I could also not unnotice the huge boners they both had when they came out for their bow. I don’t think Marcus even wrote about that, but I will, hahah. He just said, “You noticed huh?” Like it was unnoticeable, I told him that I was impressed with a lot more than just the drama but tried to bring the subject up to what we were talking about now. I could tell he was eating this stuff up as fast as I could dish it out to him. I loved the fun we were having. Anyhow, I had to ask him if he ever needed to take the “blue boner pill” to get it up for the women even though he had no problem getting one with Selfie that day.

You bet I went for the question, why not? He said that he never has needed the pill and doesn’t want to use it too. Still on a roll with him, I said what happens if he can’t get hard for them, and he said, “Simple and they love it too! Ever get a blow job from a woman who wants it bad enough?” I had to answer, “NO! I have never had that experience, what’s it like?” I gave him the belly laugh that goes with that statement and said, no answer needed, I know exactly what that is like and it never came from my ex too.

I had one more silly question to ask him yet. I asked him if a really gorgeous gay guy tried to connect with him when he was at the bar, would you just ignore him or give him a card with your phone number. He told me that never happened yet, but I’d ask him to give me his phone so I could put my number in it and say DM me! Then without taking a breath he said that if I was that guy, he’d meet me in the men’s room in five minutes. I bowed to him as my thanks, even though it was an unexpected kinda compliment, since I never got anything like that before, so I’m so fucking taking it. That was fantasy, I can’t imagine that ever happening to me in my life before Marc or after.

I’m still not out of questions, so I asked him about Stretch, his condo mate. Do the two of them ever get it on when there are no willing women after work. He said, “Do you really want to know about stuff like that, or are you just making up embarrassing questions for me?” I told him that I was not sorry, I really did mean to embarrass him, so there! I told him that I was on a roll with my questions, so tell me, I want to know. I gave him a big stupid smile. I admitted to being pretty new at being gay myself. He wanted to know if I was fucking serious about that, if I was new at being gay. I said, “Bet your ass, you got it pal.” I explained what I meant by that with a little story about my divorce and it really helped us open up even more from that point on.

He told me that he found himself liking Stretch as a really nice guy to do business with at first, but later he found himself wanting more time to get to know him better away from his daily flower pickups. He said that Stretch was so not like him at all and that kinda got him wondering more about himself instead. He told me that maybe if he could get him away for coffee or something then he might get to understand what was going on in his own mind at the time.

From what I have noticed about the two of them, I picture an old married couple, comfortable with each other but nothing exciting between them any longer. Okay, so I compared them to the end of my marriage to Ellen; it’s what I know, and they are no way like me and Marc, that’s for fucking sure!

Shades admitted that he likes the quiet comfortable roommate life he has at home with Stretch and doesn’t want to give it up. He also told me that they have an agreement to keep their dating lives’ separate, and that I couldn’t bring someone in to live in my bedroom, that would break the rental agreement they had together.

I asked him if it was okay to have someone spend the night with him sometime, he said, “Sure, that’s not the same thing as coming to live here with us.” Of course, I had to ask him if he ever has done that, and he said no, but Stretch has at times. I didn’t expect that answer at all.

I told him that I could not help but notice that he and Selfie seemed like a perfect match for each other. He said, “No, not perfect, not yet. Not with what’s going on in my life now. I’m not going to hurt him and lose him or Stretch.” 

Shades told me that the stuff we are talking about is only between us. I told him, no problem, that Marcus and me know how to keep a secret. He said, “No, that’s not what I mean, none of the guys know what we’ve been talking about, nothing! Wow, I felt like a real brother now knowing that. He hadn’t finished confessing yet, he even said that he is more talk than action when it comes to being a gay guy with them. They have no idea of what I’m doing after work, and now I’m telling you to let me tell them not you or your husband, okay? Okay, not a problem was my response back to him. 

As far as they are concerned I am as gay as them, but I have only had sex with women, never a guy, except for oral sex with a couple of them when we got high a few times. I don’t know how to even tell them that or what’s been going on after work. I can’t imagine how any of them could understand why I’d do that. 

I brought up his workout buddy Selfie and asked him if what we saw in the rain shower in PV was just a gay fantasy of his that they acted out, or something kinda real they had going on between themselves. He told me that Selfie and he found ways to get each other off after their workouts either in the sauna or steam room if they were alone, but never in his condo. 

I can see that this chapter is getting kinda long right now and there was so much more that Shades wanted to get off his chest with me. In another chapter we can talk more about his struggles, but I did tell him that to just quit his job at that restaurant, that I bet he could find another mixologist job in San Diego in a heartbeat. He told me that it’s a lot more than just getting away from women willing to pay for sex with him. I can’t believe I just wrote that sentence!! That his early morning flower pick ups and setting up the bar for the day pays him extra, and of course what he gets from the women, it will be hard to give it all up. That living in San Diego is very expensive, and the extra money lets him rent a space in the tower with Stretch.

There was no reason to get into the “only being a top” thing that got our meeting guaranteed before we left PV. It was pointless as far as I’m concerned, he can put his dick wherever he pleases, just don’t tell me where to put mine. That was never gonna come up anyway, what he wanted to talk about made more sense to both of us. 

I can’t tell you right now if he ever followed through with what we talked about yet. We only stayed there three days before leaving for home. I guess I should tell you that we invited all of them to come up to our home for a visit one day if they can find the time off.

I can wrap this up with it all ended way differently from what I thought it would be like. I thought that Selfie would become the guy I would like the best of all because of the love we both have of working with wood. We got along but not like I thought it would be. Stretch is just a loveable guy, he’s a quiet guy when it’s necessary, but he can let his guard down and party just as hard as the rest of them. I still like him and I look forward to seeing him again, I’m pretty sure he liked me too. Now, Smiley he’s another story, he wants to be attached at the hip to my husband and that ain’t gonna happen any day soon! I’ve never seen a guy like him unless it’s me when it comes to Marcus. I really do think he wants to have a threesome with us for real, unless I want to leave the room, not a fucking chance pal! Okay, I’m only play acting here, I like Smiley a lot, he’s the most real guy in the group. What you see is what you get with him. And the best part he is shorter than me, which changes the dynamics in the room when we are all together. Well, he’s maybe an inch shorter, but that counts! And anyone with a smile for you can’t be all wrong, unless you are in politics, but that is another story that Marc can write about, not me.

I saved the last guy, Shades, for last because he really got to me and trusted me with something that was so personal that it hurt. I don’t need to write what I already have again, but he did surprise me the most. The first impression is not always the truest I guess. Maybe it’s a good idea to work on your first impression stuff because it can turn people off.

On the day that I got to work with him, we also worked out for a while in the tower’s gym, and we used the sauna and steam room too. What I didn’t tell you was that there was this moment in the steam room when we were seated close to each other. We had towels wrapped around us in case anyone showed up. He had his hand resting on the towel that barely covered my upper thigh and asked me if he could kiss me, a real one. I didn’t say anything, but I moved even closer to him so that he could. Before we left the steam room for our showers and getting dressed, I gave him the best hug he will ever have to remember.

Of all the guys I’ve met while staying Puerto Vallarta, I really like them all, but only Shades trusted me enough to kinda come out to me with the real guy inside him. From the awesome day we had together, right up to the time he had to leave for work later that afternoon. I saw his face for the first time with a smile as genuine as the one on Smiley. It made me feel all good inside.   

   

Okay guys, I’m pulling the plug on this chapter, maybe the next one I write will be after we see these guys at our place. I can’t say any more than that right now.

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