WYOMING - later on...
Not gonna lie here, guys. I know I originally hated the idea...Turns out Wyoming rocks. Jackson (and Jackson Hole) are gorgeous spots, with a lot of skiing and healthy fit buff men and toned and attractive women. Blows the crap outta our last gig in upstate New York.
We’ve been here almost two months and it’s been non-stop. Scott’s has been really busy running Apex’s western operations and I’ve been doing a LOT of optics like before, only now substantially larger. And I have a really cool assistant named Hogan. Super cool guy and I’m picking up some vibes there…so we’ll see. Unlike Scott, I’m totally up for some work romance. It doesn’t work out (how could it not?) he can move to another area, no big deal.
I hear from Jared every now and then. He’s missing me, and I miss him, but life’s good for him and he took my advice and is getting laid a lot. Melanie came out as Bi, so there’s less fear there as well, although Jared swears he’s not going to tell her about his activities.
Good news front, I sold my condo and Scott is about to close on selling his next week, so our old lives are behind us. We are officially partnered in a Universal Life capacity, but we are leaving State of Wyoming (And the IRS) as single, so we are each free to look for our spouses. It’s odd, but becoming Life Partners has been fantastic, and of course the massive amounts of money we are each making is helping to have a great time here.
Scott, when he isn’t working, is keeping in-shape and ‘huntin for pussy’ – he’s re-found his passion for skiing, and we are waiting for the mountain to open in the late fall. We’ve each met many beautiful women and Scott’s dated a few for days and/or weeks. He’s satyriasis flare-ups have been mostly under control, and his sex drive has come roaring back – thank fucking GOD for that. We’ve gotten into a pretty even schedule. And I kinda just take care of his needs when he needs me and otherwise go about my business. We are a little less huggy and kissy then we were at the end of his illness – but we also talked about that. Any chicks he bring home may be relieved to not have to perform 4 times a day. But they sure as shit won’t want a dude kissing their man. In front of them, which I get, totally. So I’m totally fine with that.
So, fuck. Lemme tell you about Jackson. So we did the weekend trip to scope it out, right after Scott proposed, and it blew my mind. Beautiful scenery (mountains) and really horny, rugged men, did I say ‘Hot’ men. Dude, and can they fuck. And I swear everyone here has a massive cock. And tight cowboy jeans, and massive skiing legs and dudes look hot in cowboy boots.
So we check into the Four Seasons – yeah, it’s a SUPER high-end town. And I’m scoping out the check-in dude – not like old Chuck form NY. This guy is hot. All man. Brown hair, well-dressed, jeans and a package which looks like he’s smuggling something. Obscene. And he’s scratching his package and I almost passed out. Brett, said his name tag, and “Elvira, WY” under that. So presumably he’s a Wyoming native. Well Apex had us in the ‘Honeymoon’ Suite, which I gotta tell you, is SWEET!
Brett was all ‘Congratulations, guys! Good for you.’ And he sounded like he meant it. ‘We have a bunch of Four Season’s to-do list of suggestions and recommendations for the area, and we have one for guys that might associate with the LGBTQ community, and there is a LOT to do in the area. Here are some excellent restaurants, and you guys look like you are in shape, here are the best gyms. We have a lot of outdoor hot springs, and there are a list of saunas and steam rooms in the area. The Four Seasons has a complete gym area, with pools and hot tubs and sauna and steam rooms, which you can access with your suite key. Jackson is a VERY LGBTQ friendly town, you will be most welcome here.’
‘Also, prostitution is legal in Wyoming, and while I know you are on your honeymoon and are otherwise good there, here are a list of some of the better agencies and independent providers. And you can see profiles on our website if you’d care to. Be advised, some are NSFW.’ And I’m looking at him and he actually winks at me. Definitely getting some vibes here!
“Well, thank you, Brett for that. Ethan and I will go through this, and we appreciate the special attention from the Four Seasons.” Said Scott, as he thumbed through a thick list of stuff to do. I wanted to do Brett.
Brett continued, “For your honeymoon dinner, can we help arrange anything special for you? We’ll have champagne sent up, of course…”
“Actually Brett, it’s complicated, but this isn’t technically our honeymoon – Scott’s straight as an arrow BTW” which earned Scott a once over from Brett “I am not. It’s a work thing, where it worked better if we were married. So please do not do anything special on our occasion!”
Brett is now eying me. Totally getting vides there. Look at those fucking legs! “Well of course you may count on the Four Seasons’ complete discretion around that. But the ‘niceties’ come with the suite, but now that you’ve shared that it’s more of a broad celebration, we can expand our niceties. Is there anything else you’d prefer besides champagne? Spirits, or wine, beer?
“Belvedere Vodka and some Modelos would be awesome.” Scott chimed in. I’d converted him.
And Brett continued “Excellent, I’ll have that arranged for you. Please let me know what snacks or other food you’d like, here is my direct phone number, and you can text me 24/7 and I’ll respond as soon as I can – or it’ll be forwarded to whomever is working the desk if I’m away.”
“Hey, Brett, we’ll be moving here for the next 18 – 24 months (I was sold already) – if you can recommend a realtor that would be great. And if there is a tour guide that can show us around, and or which are the best residential neighborhoods. I know it’s a lot to ask."
Water off a ducks back, for our Brett. “I’ll have some recommendations made up for you and then have them available when I next see you. I’ll lead you to your suite and hopefully the bellboys have finished unpacking and everything is in order.” And he did. And Scott discretely slipped him a $50. I like Brett. A LOT.
But I didn’t get fucked by Brett right away. That was later in the week. But I absolutely got fucked by Hamish the masseur. Yeah, room was great, view, space, great. Brett leaves us, and Scott pulls out his computer and started to work. Buzz kill there. I’m going out for some action. But figured after the plane ride, I could totally benefit from a massage, so I pick up the phone and dial “0” – thinking about the male prostitutes I’d like to meet, and ask if I can schedule a massage. “Of course, Sir.” And she transfers me to “Four Seasons Spa, Hamish here” in a deep, sexy and my dick throbbed, voice. Fuck.
“Ah, this is Ethan Cummings in Suite 100. Is there any chance I can schedule a massage for your next available opening?” and I’m like excited now. “Of course, sir. In-room or in-spa and would you prefer a male or female, sir?” and in-room would be fine, but one schedules these things with hope of maybe a little action, hand job or at least some rubbing at least, so that’s a no-brainer. “In-spa, and a tall and strapping cowboy, if you have one.” Which earns a chuckle from Hamish. “I will have a tall and strapping cowboy ready for you when you arrive at the spa, sir. Will that be all” and I gotta call this guy back and record that voice. Fuck. “Nope, we are good. I’m on my way down now.”
Now, if you haven’t done the Four Seasons. Do. It’s an amazing experience. Inclusive of people walking to and from the pools, gyms and spas in big fluffy bathrobes. So I shower up, do some trimming down there, make sure everything is fresh. Don the robe and slippers and cross my fingers hope that I’ll meet with Hamish again. “See you Scott” and he just waves over his head. He was a big job earning his $850k. So I leave him to it.
Fuck. I finally get to the spa – it’s separate elevator banks and it’s not quick and or easy, and holy fucking shit. The place is PACKED with beautiful people. I mean littered. And they are all toned and in good shape. I guess money does help!
And dream-dude behind the counter. White shirt and tight white pants, totally buff’d body. Redish hair, with a very sexy brown scruff. Maybe mid-20’s. Fucking hot. And there are a bunch of hotties in white uniforms walking back and forth. It’s hopping and I’m like, I wanna work here. Oh, that’s right, I’m a guest here. Takes time to get used to it.
“You must be Mr. Cummings, no? Honeymoon Suite?” as I look into blue eyes and the dude’s like a fucking Viking. “I’m Hamish, and I’ll be your masseur today.” And I’m like “YES!” fist-pump, fist-pump. “I grew up on a ranch in Round-up, see” and he points to his name tag and under HAMISH is does indeed say ‘Round-up, WY’ and I’m 6’2”, so I am considered, tall. May I report to management that we’ve meet your requirements” he says with a smile? I just nod. Too fuckin much.
“If you’d care to cum (my spelling) this way, I will show you the spa room.” And I’m following a man with a fantastic ass, and round and firm as I’ve ever seen. Legs massively proportioned and his uniform is SKIN tight. Skinny waste and massive and broad shoulders. FUCK.
“So if you’d care to hang your robe over there and then you can lie face down on the table for me, please.” As he putters around the room, giving my privacy. So I get on the table and await his attention. He starts to put a sheet over me “I’m sure it's Four Seasons rules, but I generally prefer NOT to be covered. I find it slows things down.” And Hamish removes the sheet and says, “Well, as long as we keep that between us” exposing my naked back and body to Hamish.
“How would you like me to proceed today, any areas to work or avoid? Do you want to chat or would you prefer music, and or would you like to rest. This is your special session, and I realize that tonight is your big night, so please tell me what I can do to assist.” Big night? Oh, right – ‘Honeymoon suite’ – Hamish thinks I’m getting worked up for the little lady. “And please let me know how you would like me to address you?” and I look at him. “As Ethan, please.”
“Hamish, let me level with you. I’m here with my husband. He’s straight, so there won’t be any ‘action’ tonight for me, unless you want to volunteer. It’s a work thing, where it was just better if we were married. As for the massage, I’d love to chat, I’ve been on a plane all day. And just do whatever is your best massage. I’m in your hands. And thank you. I appreciate your attentiveness to my needs.” And I hear Hamish rubbing his hands and I feel them warm and on my shoulders. “Oh. Fuck, Dude – that fucking feels amazing, do that all over. Fuck” And Hamish continues. “Ethan, you are in terrific shape. I have lots of guys out here on my table, but you look like less than 3% body fat. That’s amazing. And you back is rippled with muscles. Are you a model, because you are perfect without being too much. Well done, my friend” as he learns his weight into me and works out a knot in my left shoulder. “Thanks. That feels awesome.” And I kind of zone out.
And he’s got great moves. He has a quad extension move where he pulls my legs back to my shoulders. Slowly, to stretch it out. But my body is pushed and lifted off of the table. Raising my HARD cock up with me. Horizontal-hard to my body. No softie there, bud. And Hamish’s eyes are right at it. FUCK. I’m kind of psyched he’s got a good view of my cock. “You are very nimble, Ethan,” and He pushed back farther. “I spend a lot of time in the gym and working out. It’s a great release for me”…let’s hope he picks up on the double entendre.
And when I come to from this amazing rub down, my buddy Hamish is at my head. AND. OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. As I raise my head and look in front of me. WHAT A FUCKING PACKAGE. His cock MUST be over his balls, and he’s gotta have a semi, but it’s so FUCKING WIDE. Like there is this piece of something 3” wide, tenting his pants with that amazing basket. Fuck it.
“Those pants look tight, Hamish. You should take them off, you’ll feel better.” And again – I’m either gonna get the shit kicked out of me, get US kicked out of the spa and probably the hotel, or this is gonna be HUGE.
“Are you sure Ethan? I don’t mind the constriction. I’ve just never worked on a dude so fucking ripped as you. You are HOT!” and he was like, excited, totally into it, like it was his pleasure.
“If the Four Seasons won’t cause a problem for you, I’d definitely like you to be more comfortable.” And Hamish stops, his two hand work to go solo and use the other hand to open the button of his pants, undo the zipper, and push down his pants, which he shimmies out of, all the while keeping pressure on my other shoulder. He’s wearing a nylon set of Adidas white boxer briefs, and the protrusion is pronounced, as his cock takes advantage of the reduced pressure.
“I don’t mind if you’d like to join me in being free of garments. I find them so constricting, don’t you?” and Hamish pulls his briefs down and out pops this FUCKING FAT BAT. Fucking-A dude. Long enough, 7 1/2"?? but FAT, and my very favorite bullet shape, so he can wedge his cock into my ass. Fuck.
“That cock is so fucking awesome. You must get laid on demand with that fucking thing. Holy shit – oh, fuck, Hamish. Did I say that out loud?” and look up at him. He’s grinning, he’s getting to full mast, and he’s working my shoulders.
“I’d like to finish this massage. But You are like the ultimate client. If you’d like me to perform any other duties, please let me know – and sorry, man, these guys charge a fortune for a massage, but prostitution is legal in WY, so if we like, you know, hooked up, it would be okay.” As his fingers move over my glutes and his pinky brushes VERY FIRMLY, my asshole. FUCK.
And he goes back to my back. And I’m like wow. Total life change. Great job, great occasional fucks from a Str8 guy, a life going well, and a new home is rock-tastic Wyoming. And I got a hottie wanting to fool around. RIGHT NOW. God-is-so-in-heaven-and-all-is-right-with-the- world. Fuck. “Oh, that feels so good.” As I squirm my ass up and out to his firm finger.
And we go into total ass mode, which lead to total rimming mode, and he got me so fucking hot, and he eventually got up, put a condom on, and went from rim to penetration in like a minute. I felt awesome, minimal pain given the time he took, and then FUCK.
Dudes. For those of you that take it (and if you don’t or haven’t you should at least once), you KNOW when you are getting fucked ‘good’. FUCK. This is was ‘good’.
It was his style. The repetitions, the interval bangs, the working of my body, from kisses, to hair rubs, to nipple tweak, to chest and arm rubs – this guy was phenomenal. There was not part of me that was left undiscovered, and unloved. AND HE HAD TIGHT ABS. One part of me was REALLY enjoying this. Uh-huh. For sure. “Fuck, dude, keep that up and I’ll cum!” Ah, AH, A, AHH, and shoot I did. FUCK. Like lots, all over us and you know I cum a lot. He grinds his mouth into mine and thrusts a bunch more times, and I can feel his cock expand and he just pounds ALL THE WAY IN. And the cowboy can cum. Must be watching them bulls growing up. He shot at least 10 times. Sadly not into me (today) but into his condom. Then grabbed me “No Fuckin’ Way” and his eyes are on mine. “Ethan, we need to trade numbers later. Wow, man. I’ve met my share of guys, but that was Sweetly Fantastic. Wow.” And he comes off his high, slowly, then here starts to back his cock out…
“I’m still recovering, so don’t expect wit.” As is stare at the ceiling. “Wow, Hamish. Holy fuck. You can fuck a guy.” And as I feel him start to pull out, “What’s the rush. I like you in me” and Hamish looks at me, and says “but is it too much when I go all in? Sometimes I’m too big.” And I can hear the concern in his mind. “Maybe for some, but not for me. I’m still too stunned to talk. Fuck dude. You got game.” And he kisses me again. FUCK.
