Palm Springs Part I

I had to get out of this cold fucking city. Where else but in San Francisco would you have to run the heater all summer just to stay warm. This place has been unusually foggy and cold.

On Monday of last week I decided to head off to Palm Springs for the weekend and booked my flight, rental car, and a room at Inn Exile. I had never stayed at a resort like this but heard that it was like Disneyland for gay guys- I soon found out what that really meant.

I was stoked all week, hitting the gym day and night, tanning in both the UV and spray-on machines, shopping for a few light weight clothes and a swimsuit-not that I ever wore it the whole weekend.

Taking the day off on Friday I flew over to Palm Springs via the great Alaska Airlines. I left a foggy 60 degrees and arrived one hour later to a scorching 114 degrees arriving at the resort about 6pm. I rang the bell at the front gate and this skinny, bleach blond, naked guy answered the door. He took my bag and led me to the front desk to check in. I was a little nervous and I think he could tell. He asked me about my flight, whether I had stayed there before and some other stuff but I was half listening to him, distracted by the really hot guys at the pool.

It was really really hot in the reception area even with the air condition blasting in the window. I took off my shirt as he was checking me in and stuck it down the waist of my paints. I had forgotten how loose my new cargo shorts were and found myself picking them up off the floor as they had fallen to the ground. For a few seconds I was butt naked as I hadn't bothered with wearing underwear. I'm not sure how much of my clumsiness he caught but as I pulled them up and stood up straight, I noticed his raging hard-on. He said I really didn't need to put them back on but I just smiled and left them where they were. He came around the desk and handed me the keys, still hard. In turn, I tweak his nipple and tickled his balls. He giggled and said see ya later.

I walked around the grounds and noticed that no one was naked. Perplexed and, knowing I would be up the whole night, went back to my room for a nap.

The fucking alarm I set for 9pm didn't go off and I didn't wake up until 11pm. It was totally dark and I fumbled around trying to find my way around the unfamiliar room. The wooden shades on the windows were open though and as my eyes adjusted I could see silhouettes of naked bodies walking around the grounds. I was instantly hard which is not really something unusual for me. For some reason when I am naked, especially around other guys or in a public setting I am rock hard. It makes it pretty difficult to take a shower at the gym without attracting a lot of attention. I was teased unmercifully in gym class from 7th grade on. I've been to the doctor several times with this problem and all of them said I should be thankful and hope it last my whole life. So far, so good. I am past 30 now and still get hard-ons of an 16 year old.

I took a quick shower and slipped out the door into the hot sultry 90 degree night, naked and hard.

Read part II here

Comments

[Ryan Young]

I'm 21, and am the SAME way with the instant hard-ons! I've started hanging out with a casual nudist group and it's helped, but if there's the SLIGHTEST idea or inkling of sexual activity, I'm hard in less than 5 seconds!