We are not amused . . . Part 3

Indeed! . . . what was a boy to do? 2 Guardian Angels in one weekend? The odds are so stacked against that possibility that the logical part of my brain was screaming at me that we must go out and invest the rent money on a Lottery Ticket at this point. I mean, he was a sculpted mass of ivory colored flesh in a tiny sarong that was wanting to sit on my lounger and offer protection and friendship. Not to mention the eye candy.
I gulped down my fear and pride and stammered out a "thank you" while trying to keep the sincerity in my smile and trying not to drool over how the sarong rode up his thighs and definitely let me know he wasn't wearing anything underneath. He looked me right in the eye and asked me flat out, "Why are you sitting here with your nose in a book?" I nervously stumbled over my words as I explained to him how uncomfortable I was and how lost I felt. He asked "Aren't you here with anyone? Didn't you come with friends or something?" I said no and tried to explain how this was my 1st time and that this whole thing was completely new to me and I was still trying to understand it all and make some sense of it.
This sculpted guardian angel just threw back his head and laughed . . . and laughed . . . and laughed until I swore I saw tears running down his cheeks (he later said it was sweat, but I think that was just to soothe my feeling of humiliation). He then took one look at me face, cleared his throat, and paused to take a good look at me and read what he saw on my face. He chuckled, sat back closer on the arm of the lounger, put his arms around me and said "I'll be here to protect you. Nothing will happen to you today that you don't want to happen. I'll make you that promise." You could have knocked me over with a feather at this point. "This really wasn't happening" I thought, feeling even more out of my element than before. This total god was trying to make me feel safe and I was still looking for the exits.
"You need to make some friends" he said. "Get your stuff together and let's get you someplace safe." I started pulling my back up off the grass as my flipflops and suntan lotion spilled out. "You're fully dressed. What do you need flipflops and lotiond for?" he asked. I began to explain that I was wearing my suimsuit underneath as well as a tank top under my shirt. "No wonder you're uncomfortable, you're way overdressed. We're not moving until you lose a few layers." He sat right back down and crossed his arms waiting for me to follow his instructions. "But..." I stammered out, "Out here in public? People will notice!" The raise of his eyebrow communicated it perfectly . . . that was entirely what he meant to happen.



Gathering my most imperious gaze I dropped trou. Well, the kind of trou you can drop when you know you're wearing board shorts underneath your trousers. My pants hit the grass as my shirt went up over my head. Sitting back down I began to gather everything up and fold it into my backpack. Daniel just sat there with that gleam in his eye and that smile on his face. I wasn't too sure whether I should feel safe or more like I was going to be offered up as the special of the day. He stood up and offered me a hand up, and proceeded to direct me towards the cabana tents where the chairs and tables had been set up for the lunch that day. He pulled me towards a table where hands were already being raised in greeting for him. "You've got to meet these guys" he said, "They'll make you feel more than welcome." an assortment of faces were looking back at my with what i can only now describe as "Look who Dan snared this time" looks on their faces. Some had a knowing smile, some a sort of amusement on their face, and the rest had that 'been there done that' look. I stammered out a "Hello!" with a jaunty wave as I took a seat. I was introduced to the players at hand and was greeted warmly in return. Lunch was suddenly announced and as we all stood to get into the buffet line, Dan was suddenly at my side and now had become my escort for the day.
Looking back at things now, this was to prove to be the template for my relationship with the man. He was going to protect me and treat me like a gentleman, and it was no act, that's just the way he is. Of course, I also learned that he did love to separate boys from the herd and overwhelm them with charm, sex appeal, and pure bravado. How's a boy to resist?
As the day progressed I was swept into various activities and conversations, meeting new people but continuing to go back to the core group I was 1st introduced to. Laying in the sun, talking in boisterous groups, and some serious one on one face time with assorted handsome strangers ultimately led me find myself bobbing along with the crowd in the pool. Now, stepping out of myself I can see the surrealism that this visual presented. All kinds of bodies floating in this pool. Some sections look like wet bears foraging for salmon. Others look and play like frisky otters. There are pods of big boys, looking like young whales at play. While their counterparts look like excited dolphins circling, jumping, diving around them. Of course there are the beautiful boys with gym toned bodies and the personality of wonder bread just posing and trying to show off their assets to the best advantage.
I'm quickly brought back to reality by the barrage of bubbles being blown up my board shorts!
It's mister gorgeous reminding me he hasn't forgotten about me.
He was just distracted by a college by on the other side of the pool.
Now he's swimming between the 2 of us and trying to get the three of us at play with splashing and such. Now college boy have already squared of and realized we've both hooked the prize of the day. And we've both realized we want nothing to do with this 3 way play, it's all or nothing and to the victor go the spoils. So as we both glare at each other from our respective sides of the pool we both turn on the charm in mega high wattage waves, we're working this prize fight and Dan is going to be the ultimate winner. Boys can be so stupid, and I'm surprised I've gotten into this pissing match with a boy literally 1/2 my age.



Eventually Dan makes his choice and swims under me, comes up face to face and spits water in my face. Then kisses me . . . talk about marking your territory! He puts his arms around me and and whispers in my ear "You look like you've had enough sun. Don't you think it's time you went someplace cool and shaded to relax and slip out of your wet things?" By that point my brain had turned to tapioca and all I could do was not my head. He took me by the hand and led me out of the pool and across the lawns to his rooms, pausing long enough to gather my belongings (because i had lost all sense of reason), and ignoring the knowing smirks of those I would later come to name and acknowledge as 'Rose' & 'Dorothy'. Again, keeping this a 'PG' blog, let's just say that I was lead down a path I had never been down before, and let me just say this, "How are you gonna keep them down on the farm after they've seen Paris?"

Oh what is a boy to do?

We are not amused . . . Part 2

Dawn was breaking over the desert by the time I had my 3rd cup of coffee of the day. I woke up at my usual pre-dawn time and just couldn't get back to sleep. Of course, I had been running the previous evening over and over in my head all night. Had I really been flirting with disaster last night, or was my sexy new guardian angel just taking advantage of the situation? His business card was propped up against the side of the coffee maker's thermal carafe, I picked it up again to scrutinize It for about the fortieth time."Peter Stone Interior Design" it read, embossed on heavy card stock with a very elegant graphic. Several business number were listed as well as a cell number on the back. Should I call or shouldn't I? That sculptured face, that incredible body that had been encased in 501's and a tight Polo shirt, those eyes that seemed to look right through me, and that wicked smile that promised sincerity with just a hint of mischief. I put the card down again, waffling between being safe or taking a leap of faith . . . just what is a boy supposed to do in a situation like this?

I decided to take the middle road and send him an email, figuring if he was an early riser like me, he'd probably check his email 1st thing in the morning like me. That way, it'd be safe to send him the number here at the house and if he didn't call by the time I was ready to head over to CCBC for the event it just wasn't meant to be. So I sat down and wrote up a witty email, telling him I was flattered and more than a little shy. I told him about my predawn picnic here on the deck by the pool with coffee and fruit, and that if he still wanted to get together for breakfast to give me a call. I told him I was about to get into the jacuzzi and float away the time between 7am and 7:30am. Off it went and I crossed my fingers!



I had barely put my hand in the water to see if it was warm enough yet when the phone rang. It was my guardian angel calling to say that he was surprised I was up so early, most people he knew tried to sleep in on Saturdays. I explained that Saturdays for me had almost always been a work day and it was only recently that a Saturday off had ever become an option. My body clock was still at odds with that info and as a result I still was up early.
He laughed and said he could rustle up a breakfast picnic if I was still in the mood to get together, and we could either meet up and go for a drive or since I had the jacuzzi up and boiling, we could be decadent and eat champagne and strawberries as we soaked in the bubbling water. (Now how can you refuse and invitation like that?) I gave Peter directions to the house and dashed off to make myself presentable after he rang off. This was exciting!

Peter was at the door in what seemed to be a heartbeat, wicker basket in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. We hugged as I welcomed him in, he turned to me and said "I certainly hope you're hungry! I've got fresh croissants, a wedge of very ripe brie, eggs coddled in cream with crispy bacon, strawberries and raspberries, and 2 bottles of very cold Pol Roger!" As I stared at him in disbelief I couldn't keep the in credulousness out of my voice as I asked him how in the world did he manage to pull that off in the short time since he called and the time he pulled into the driveway? He very sheepishly blushed and looked down and stated that he wished he could say he was a miracle worker, but in reality he had called a local restaurant he knew was open early for breakfast and placed an order for pick-up along the way here. I still couldn't believe he had pulled it off and leaned into him and kissed him on the cheek and said "Thank you, this was an incredibly sweet gesture".
I thought the boy was going to faint!
As I ushered him out onto the terrace, the sun was still peeking out and painting the horizon in pinks and dusky blues as it rose into the sky, and steered him towards the jacuzzi and the table I had been drinking coffee at. I turned to him and asked if he wanted to spread things out here on the table and have a leisurely breakfast, or did he want to be decadent and jump into the jacuzzi and dine alfresco right out of the picnic basket? He got a very mischievous grin on his face and stammered out "I forgot to bring a swimsuit, is that going to be a problem? I can always wear my underwear instead". I smiled and said "Well, you are a guest and guests should always feel comfortable. . . And being that you've brought such an incredible feast over this morning, you have the honor of deciding whether we'll be wearing anything into the jacuzzi or not." The boy was pulling his Polo shirt over his head before I had finished getting the words out of my mouth! And when those 501's hit the floor and he was just standing there in his CK Briefs I just had to laugh. I felt so bad because he suddenly blushed from head to toe and I had to stammer out between the giggles that I was already calling him 'CKBoy' in my head and this was just the proof I needed.
He walked over, put his arms around me, pulled me in for one of the deepest kisses I've ever had, and whispered into my ear "Aren't you terribly overdressed?"

Well . . . in order to keep this blog PG, let's just say that food was not at the top of our list when we 1st got into the jacuzzi and thank god for insulated containers because by the time we finished splashing about we were ravenous! The food was still warm, the champagne was still cold, and it just felt very right to be floating in each other's arms as we fed each other berries and bits of bacon, and taking swigs of that incredible wine right out of the bottle!
After many hours we were lying atop the bed in the Master Suite, talking about life and figuring out the fates. Peter was here on business for the 3rd month now and couldn't wait to get home to Seattle, I told of my life and the reason for my visit this weekend. He asked if I really wanted to go and I told him that the curiosity factor was the top of my list, I really wasn't looking to hook up with anyone, that's why our interlude was such and unexpected surprise. He understood what i meant and let me know that he's been to CCBC several times for that reason, but he said that as curious as he was, there just wasn't anyone there who caught his eye and he just left frustrated and $25.00 poorer (the cost of a day pass to CCBC).

Peter looked at his watch and moaned, citing that he was overdue at his office by about 4 hours. I asked him if he wanted to shower up and get on the road, but he said he just wanted to hang out here. Then he admitted that he couldn't because his client was coming in later in the afternoon to sign off on some revisions for the project he was working on. Luckily they were all done, if not he said he would be in a full scale panic attack about now. So we tottered off to the shower, splashing and laughing, and not really doing a whole lot of showering.
As I gave him a hug goodbye at the door, I caught the sadness in his eyes just as I was giving him a kiss. I asked what was the matter? Peter said "I have no right to ask you not to go to CCBC today, just as I have no right to ask you to sit around waiting for me to finish up with my client, whenever that might be. But I will ask you to give me a call later and see how things are going and hopefully make plans for breakfast tomorrow morning as well. I smiled at him and kissed him on the forehead and said "You may or may not have a right to ask me anything at this point, but you do have a right to ask me to respect myself and to be safe in whatever I end up doing this afternoon. And for that I will be grateful and feel safer with you."
As Peter got into his car, he looked at me and said "Please call me, and let me know what's going on and how your day is going."
With that, he closed the car door and drove away.

CCBC, what can I say about the place that hasn't been said before? If you're looking to hook up, get a tan, play in the pool, hook up, walk the grounds, visit the playrooms, hook up, get a massage, meet lots of men, and did I mention the hooking up part? . . . Yeah, then this is the place for you.
I have never felt so out of my element in my life! Toto, not only were we not in Kansas any more, but I think we had entered a whole other plane of existence. Lions, and Tigers, and BEARS, OH MY! It was just a sea of naked men, nearly naked men, and men that shouldn't have been naked at all! My Oh My!
There were men in the pool that looked like they were wearing a sweater, men standing around looking like they were posing for the 'Mr.Universe' contest as they flexed every muscle known to man, men sitting in and around the pool that were giving Jabba the Hut a run for his money, men that looked like they had never met a gym they didn't like, men that looked so terrified that someone would recognize them, men that were so pale they got a sunburn when they just used the word 'sunlight', men acting like kids in a candy store, men acting like pigs at a trough, men that were sincerely happy to be there and had a kind word for everyone they encountered, and men that were just being worshipped . . . in every definition of the word.



As I made my rounds of the pool area and the adjacent lawn, I was looking for a lounger to call my own. I just wanted to sit down and get out the line of sight and regroup my wits. This was worse that Gay Pride, worse than a Circuit Party, worse than any gay club i had ever been to! With the looks that some of these guys were giving me, I felt like the last eclair on the plate!
At 1st I was trying not to make eye contact, then I was trying not to even look in any one's direction, I was trying to figure out how long it was until lunch because then I would have an excuse to pick up my stuff and leave while everyone was up at the buffet. I tried burying my nose in a book to keep myself occupied, if i was reading i wasn't looking and i couldn't give anyone any ideas! To my chagrin a shadow loomed over me and then a voice drawled out "You cannot honestly be here with all this on display and have your nose buried in a book, can you?" I looked up and was suddenly face to pelvis with 2 of the most firm chiseled muscular thighs I had ever seen in my life. He was only wearing a loin cloth that barely covered his pelvis, and what it was covering was definitely making it's presence known as it brushed against my temple, I looked up to see 6pack abs and pecs that looked like Mt.Rushmore. There was a face smiling down at me with a twinkle in his eye, he put out his hand to shake mine and said "Hi! I'm Daniel . . . I can't believe a cute guy like you is burying himself in a book on a day like today." I stammered out a hello and my name, and admitted that I was more than a little overwhelmed and I was trying to plan my escape! He chuckled, sat down on the arm of the lounger, put his arms around me and said "I'll be here to protect you. Nothing will happen to you today that you don't want to happen. I'll make you that promise."

What's a boy to do?