Guides
Part 1
by Lex Winters
Three days after graduation Lex Winters stood at his window overlooking the Platte. He had already donned his khaki shirt, his khaki shorts, and as he tied his khaki tie an alarm clock rang. He heard a muffled "Oh, shit," from behind him, and he saw, reflected in the glass, his roommate throw back his covers and race to their bathroom with a truly stiff dong. Because Lex found hardons contagious, he stiffened.
While the roommate bathed, Lex sat at the desk to type:
Monday, May 24 -- Yesterday morning Jerry dropped me at the airport. Between LA and Denver I sat next to a businessman. In Denver, while I was waiting for the Albuquerque flight, I scouted a GLG [good-looking guy] and managed to sit in the seat next to him. We hit it off really well. Turns out he's 21-year-old Mike Cramer, one of the four senior guides. He arranged it so we will be working together this first week as the older guides teach us younger guides how to give tours.
Here in New Mexico, another older guy, also good-looking, picked us up. His name is Ricky Williams, and while he doesn't have the build that Mike does he is all-over fine. Like me, Rick seems preoccupied with sex. He asked Mike when was the last time he'd got laid, what kind of kinky stuff the girl was into, that kind of thing. Mike mostly ignored him.
We got to the museum in time for dinner, and that was when I met the other five guides, whom I will describe later on, all except for my roommate, Jason Garber, whom I'll describe now. I won't mention that he's a GLG because all of the seven other guides are GLGs. Jase played small-town football and baseball so he's got an xlnt build. He's teriffically shy unless we're discussing sports which we did until bedtime. This morning, when he got out of bed he had the coolest woody. He's in the bathroom washing it now. I wonder if he's jacking it. Probably not -- he left the door partway open.
I am a homo waiting to happen. Last night after Jase turned the lights out I--
Before he could finish the sentence he heard Jase call out, "Hey, Alex."
"Call me Lex," Lex said toward the ajar bathroom door.
"Lex, would you bring me the Denorex? Out of my kit, please?"
Rising, Lex pressed F3, saving the file. He crossed to the dresser, opened Jason's shaving kit, and as he removed Jase's Denorex he wondered why the buzz-cut teen used shampoo. He took the bottle into the bathroom where he saw through the shower door that Jase's hardon had shriveled, though remaining exciting. Lex slid the shower door open, and as Jase took the bottle their fingers touched, sending sparks to tingle Lex's inexperienced cock.
This first week, with half the tourist-load they could expect after memorial day, Lex stood in the background listening to his awesomely built mentor lecture. Lex, Mike, and their fifteen-person group were standing on the riverbank prior to entering the museum; Mike was saying, "Imagine that seventy million years ago tens of thousands of chasmosaurs -- they looked a lot like Triceratops -- were heading north. Twenty miles from where we're standing they came to a river much deeper and faster than this one. To reach their summer feeding grounds they had to cross the river, so they walked on in, just like they'd been doing for thousands of years, but that day the spring thaws had swollen the river more than usual. It's hard to picture exactly what happened, but somewhere mid-river the dinosaurs got caught by a current, and these tens of thousands of huge monsters the size of elephants all drowned. Those of you who will be taking the overnight expedition will see the bone-bed they created. The rest of you will see what we've put back together here at the museum." Mike turned and led the group up the stairs; he had a wonderful ass.
Mike's tours began every hour on the hour. They lasted forty-five minutes, producing a fifteen-minute break in between. After the eleven-o'clock, Mike took Lex to the cafeteria where they grabbed a sandwich and sodas. They took them outside to a picnic table.
Smiling, Mike asked, "So how am I doing so far?"
"You're perfect," Lex said. "You know your material, you have an excellent voice, and you make great eye-contact."
Mike's smile broadened. "I'd like to make more than eye- contact with the girl from the ten-o'clock. Do you think she wants me inside her?"
`Who wouldn't?' Lex thought. "Why deep up inside her," he answered.
Smile becoming a grin, Mike gripped Lex's forearm. "I wonder if she's staying at the lodge."
A telephone call coupled with Mike's vivid description learned that her name was Melissa, that she was indeed staying at the lodge, and when Mike connected to her room, that she would join Mike for dinner. This mildly depressed Lex who had hoped to eat with Mike but brought about an exciting revelation when Mike confided between tours, "She reminds me of a girl I picked up last year. That girl -- I can't remember her name -- she gave sensational head. What she'd do was . . . " Mike lowered his voice and moved closer to Lex. "What she'd do was, she'd suck on my tip and jack my shaft." Mike's breath smelled of peppermint.
Equally softly, Lex asked, "Did you cum in her mouth?"
"Like a volcano," Mike said.
After work Mike went to pick up Melissa, and Lex hung around the lobby till Jase finished his last tour half-hour later. They returned to their room, and when they were standing side by side, hanging their uniforms, Lex clandestinely studied Jase's body. "How did your day go?" Lex asked.
Standing on one foot, shedding a yellow sneaker, Jase braced himself on Lex's shoulder. "Cool -- Chris is impressive."
Impressively built, Lex reflected, much like Mike. "Did you guys get any tips?"
"Forty-two dollars, which we split." Jase returned to two feet, pulled off his shorts, his briefs, and tossed the briefs in their hamper. "I want to brush my teeth before we swim." He entered the bathroom.
As soon as the water went on, Lex rummaged the laundry in search of Jase's discarded undershorts. He found them and studied them, discovering evidence of leaked pre-sem meaning Jase too was hot.
Lex filed that information; while they were swimming, he considered how he might use it. Dinner passed without an opening, then they played video games on Lex's laptop, then Jase wanted to shower. Since Jase might beat off if left alone, Lex followed him and shaved while Jase washed. At exactly eleven, Jase climbed in his bed, wearing only clean briefs. Lex turned out the light and climbed in his own, two feet from Jase.
River rushing in the background, Lex said, "It's so totally dark I can't see my hand even." But I can sure feel it, he thought as five practiced fingers squeezed his dick.
"South Dakota is like this, where I lived anyway. Did you live in the city?"
Silently pulling his six stiff inches, Lex responded, "Yeah, technically we were outside the city limits, but there were street lights on all night -- every night. It was a nuisance, since I shared a room with my brother." Go ahead and ask me why it was a nuisance, Jase.
Jase ignored the remark, rolling on his side from the sound of things, and saying, "Good night, boy, sleep well."
"You too," Lex sighed. The ploy had never worked with any of his other friends either. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Alone in the blackness Lex developed a fantasy; as his hand pulled his meat, he imagined that he and Mike were talking sex, with Lex asking Mike to describe the blow job again. As he fantasized hearing Mike's answer, Lex brought his available hand to his mouth, sticking his middle finger inside. He gripped the second knuckle with his teeth, and he ran his tongue around the nail. Simultaneously, he ran his thumb across his dick-knob, causing such spectacular sensations he groaned; his hand began to slide faster.
Jase said, "Dude, tell me you aren't doing what it sounds like you're doing."
Lex gasped, "What do you care?"
"Because it's making me horny."
Yes! "So you do it too."
Jase's voce conveyed disbelief, "You're serious?"
"Yeah, I'm serious -- this is feeling so sweet -- never thought -- never thought anything could feel this good. The time I caught Jerry, my brother -- Uuh!"
Jase said, "I want to hear about your brother."
"Jerry -- I needed to piss, so I went in the bathroom without knocking -- without knocking like I usually did. Jerry was sitting on the toilet. He was yanking his dick and making faces -- Unh, it's gonna happen, Jase."
"Did you actually see your brother having an orgasm?"
Unconsciously repeating Mike's simile, Lex answered, "Like a volcano. He was too hot to stop. The white stuff flew out of his dick -- I thought he was going to hit the ceiling. Oh God! This is excellent. I'm starting to cum!"