I own the house next door. I'm just one of the neighbors who called the cops to get you all to STFU. I didn't pay a fortune for my place to listen to you assholes. Lights out and noises off after 10 pm. I'm control freak, bossy bottom Mike, and I organized and coordinated this whole entire trip, and I'm trying to keep these ungrateful bitches on a planned itinerary.
The funny thing is, without Mike, everybody would spend the weekend sitting by the pool doing nothing. I'm the couple who only have sex with each other if a third person is involved. We call it "keeping things interesting", but some of our bitchier friends call it "not wanting to divide assets". Along with pointed fingers and accusations of "no tricks in the house' from Mike.
I'm not giving up our patio table just because some lazy queen Hot guys gathered for group banging get her act together.
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Any you can't wear that shirt where we're going. I'm the myriad of shampoos, hair products and lotions that have overtaken every inch of counter space in the bathroom.
I'm Rosa the maid and I get to try and fumigate the lingering smell of poppers and cum leftover in the bear couple's bedroom. I'm the middle-aged guy with a dad bod who thinks he's average-ish looking, but has an easy masculinity and is a top. I'm intimidated by how stylish many of the others in the group are, but we've been friends for years and met at the bar when we were all young, so we're just part of a group.
I think everyone is checking out my stylish friends, but hoards of bottoms are actually checking this guy out more than the over-primped Hot guys gathered for group banging he's with. One lucky bottom who hits on me gets to try out my 8 inch cock. Everyone will be surreptitiously checking me out and posting on a thread about rude houseguests.
I'm the one that actually owns a passport and has traveled extensively. Never again will I let my sexual orientation dictate where I 'absolutely must' visit. This town is really boring after 12 hours, and frankly I'm over hanging with my friends in such close quarters after 24 hours.
I'm the anus that won't stop bleeding.
I'm the doctor's office level volume of music which is not allowed to go any louder due to the noise ordinance. I'm the dumb, pretty millennial flavor of the month twink that one of the guys insisted on bringing along at the last minute who obvs doesn't fit in with the rest of the group. The rental car is in my name and you should have told me when I made the reservation that you wanted to be added as a driver.
Only I can drive the vehicle!
Use uber if you want to go get more gin, I'm not getting off this chaise lounge. I am Juan Carlos the gardener again and heading back to the house for my second 20 and second blue job. I am hoping this guy removes his teeth like the last one did. I'm the stream of brown wafting through the pool water from the backsides of several of Hot guys gathered for group banging old timers who have trouble maintaining bowel control after an impromptu fucking.
I'm 27, the average age these deluded queens think they are because all their friends say they could pass easily for someone 40 years younger. I' m the local guy who is rather touched by the flyover gays who can walk down the street holding hands. Im Rosita, the hispanic cleaning lady eye-rolling all you queens but secretly grateful how neat and clean you all are.
I'm the Russian River.
I'm sad and longing for the days when groups of gay friends used to make the trek out to visit me! I remember when I was purchased by Bob and Troy, such nice guys with such nice friends.
They threw the best parties. One group of toxic queens after another. My one joy is hearing Rosa and Juan Carlos talk about the Hot guys gathered for group banging behind their backs - years in PS have made both quite catty, and it sounds so much better in Spanish. One thing we all agree on - we wish Mike came more often, and that he should make a play for the dad bod, we think his name is Danny. Day Pass that one of the partners got, so that he can cruise over at C.
I always thought many of the street names in Palm Springs sounded like drag queens: My mission is to antagonize the undisputed prude of the group and make his week miserable.
I am the hot palm tree groomer with the big work boots, huge thighs and very tight work pants that harnesses his beautiful bubble butt in front of you all, then starts to climb, as you have your faces plastered against the sliding glass door slowly heading to the floor to get a better look from below.
I'm John, arriving a drunken mess from the Arenas Rd. I'm the fucking nuclear meltdown Mike has when he smells a tiny whiff of cigarette smoke coming from Hot guys gathered for group banging patio outside. Ok, cards on the table? My real name is Johnny Caprio, just an Italian boy with a nice tan from the OC, and a nicer uncut piece these queens all love. Rosa is the only one who knows the deal here at the house - Hot guys gathered for group banging laughs at me for teasing the old guys with what I barely wear doing the pool.
I only do the pools during the summer for the extra cash Bob and the other owners pay me. My little side deals pay for trip to Mykonos every year, so win-win I say!
I think his name is Danny, and I need to get his attention - I need some practice before Mykonos! I'm the fun kitschy home decor of a rental home sassy signs that say "It's Margarita O'Clock" that's actually cheap shit because I'm scared you bitches will steal real stuff.
I'm also the posters for Palm Springs Weekend in multiple languages to seem cute and camp instead of lazy. I'm Suzanne Somers, sitting among the gays and laughing at Tropicale even though I'm a Trumppublican. Im the inviting city pool next to the library Hot guys gathered for group banging waiting for folks who want to lap swim but most so called locals are unaware of my existence or keep ing it a secret to themselves. I'm the leather bears in the corner of the bar patio smoking cigars and discussing "A Star is Born.
We get great amusement out of all the renters who come and go.
Gibson: I am sweet, tender, cheerful, honest, attentive and kind. I am a designer in the printing company. I like painting, drawing. I can make delicious food for a man I love! Besides, I am very calm and tender lady.
A stripped tank top on veiny, withered arms? The only decently dressed one is the hot dad type in a polo and a pair of walking shorts Hot guys gathered for group banging show a large VPL! The chubby nelly bottom house mom in a too tight unicorn T-shirt and too long cargo shorts is waving his finger at the group while slurring his words bitching about smelling cigarette smoke.
Drama, at their age, too sad but funny from the outside looking in. Thank God they have misters on the outdoor patio at Las Casuelas. Mike always has the best restaurant recommendations.