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“How old are you?” I smirked at the question. Out of all the questions and images I had saturating my mind, I asked how old he was.

“Twenty-three. And you?”

“I’m twenty-four.”

Maxx smiled just as he took a bite of his waffles. I couldn’t help but broadly smile.

“Bonus points for you,” I teased.

“I’ll be out by the pool most of the morning. Jay has a few spa treatments and massages lined up for the day. He’s at one now,” Maxx offered. I assumed Jay was the daddy top he referred to. “We have cabana number one. So I’ll be sitting out soaking up some sun, or floating in the pool or chilling in the cabana just relaxing until some action comes my way.”

“It sounds like a perfect day,” I said just before I put the last bite of pancakes in my mouth.

“If you get a break, come on by.”

“I’ll try to stop by,” I said as I wiped my mouth.

“Just because you can’t play this weekend doesn't mean you can’t play at the October party,” he hinted.

“I’m already looking forward to the October party.”

I finished my juice and coffee before standing to leave. As I stood, Maxx’s eyes trailed down my body to my cock. There was no doubt in my mind that he could tell I had a hard-on. His pink tongue lazily slid across his lower lip and collected the little bit of syrup on the corner of his mouth. He smiled and pried his eyes off my crotch and looked me in the eye.

“I hope to see you later,” he said.

Before I could stop myself, I replied, “Me too.” I set my napkin down and casually made my way through the lobby. A million things raced through my mind as I made my way back to my room to collect my supplies for my first sketch.

One thought that I couldn’t keep out of my mind was how these guys had orchestrated sex-filled party weekends while making the guests feel completely safe and maintaining their privacy. The amount of planning on the backend of that had to be crazy.

The other thing that I couldn’t stop thinking about was that I desperately wanted to be invited to attend the October party. I didn’t know how to get on that invite list since that party wouldn’t have the fair and small business vendors, but I was going to try my hardest to get on that invite list.

Lost in my thoughts and moving around furniture in the lobby, I looked up at just the right moment and saw Tristen and Joel as they walked up to the front of the entrance. They were talking with Owen and Nolan. I was sketching those two gentlemen today out by the pool. My heartbeat began to pound faster as I stood by a chair to simply watch the six-foot-fuck-me-three Silver Fox Daddies in their element.

Confidence, charm, and charisma oozed off them, and I found myself standing there in a staring stupor. Joel wore a pair of light tan shorts and a navy short-sleeved button-down shirt. The morning sunlight poured in from the high windows causing Joel’s watch to cast a blinding reflection that darted off his wrist. Tristen wore gray shorts and an untucked light blue T-shirt that hung perfectly off his torso. Why did clothes seem to fit these guys perfectly?

Just then Tristen’s head turned, and he looked around the lobby. My mouth went dry as his eyes settled on mine. From where I stood I could tell that he noticed my outfit, and I couldn’t help but smile at him. As a huge smile spread across his face, I couldn’t help but feel proud that I’d made him happy.

4

CASH

Ihad about forty-five minutes to kill before I needed to be at Richard’s suite, so I decided to familiarize myself with the pool and cabana area. I wanted to take some time to check out some of the details of the area, so when I sketch out there, I’ll already have a good idea of the lay of the land. Since these were going to be quick sketches, my focus was going to be mainly on the people while they were right in front of me. Then I’d need to fill in some of the finer details before I frame and ship it.

With my sketchbook and baggie of pencils, erasers, and sharpener in hand, I headed down the hallway and back through the lobby to the pool area. There was still a slight chill in the air, but I could feel the warmth of the sun that was trying to break through the clouds. Hopefully, the sun would come out completely so people could enjoy the day by the pool.

I walked around a little bit and checked out the pool grounds. It was impressive to say the least. This wasn’t your typical hotel pool and patio. There were two good sized pools and four spas and sprinkled around were loungers with plush beige cushions. I smirked when I noticed some loungers were wider than others to accommodate two people, or probably in the case of these party weekends, sex. The cabanas were large and had outdoor modular loveseats in them along with a small open shower, some tables, a mini fridge and what looked like a small closet. The roofs were steepled, and there were some with flat wood slats and others had the slats opened to allow sunlight in. The interior ceiling of each cabana had a ceiling fan and heat lamp panels.

The grounds were lush with well-maintained pine trees and other plants and shrubs that might conceal some people fucking. Walking paths weaved throughout the area, and I could see lots of lighting along the walkways. I roamed and stopped when I reached a small bridge with rocks and waters gently traveling under it. On the other side of the bridge was a path that split in opposite directions. Each path led to what looked like a grouping of five or six small cabins. They all had decks that faced the mountains, and I imagined those would be badass to stay in especially during the winter.

All I could say about this place was just fucking wow. I walked back to the pool area and sat at a table and gazed around. This would be a good spot for me to draw some people messing around by the pool. I could use it as an example of my work for the next fair. Before heading to Richard’s room, I took the time to ensure none of the tips of the pencils had broken. I gathered my sketchbook and pencil bag and made my way to Richard’s suite.

I was a little nervous. After all, I was sketching strangers in very intimate positions. So I understood it would probably be awkward for all of us. At exactly 10:00, I knocked on the door and a few moments later, Richard answered, wearing black boxer briefs and a thin white undershirt.

“Hey, Cash, good morning,” he said as he stepped aside.

“Morning, Richard.” I stepped inside and just to the right of the door. I didn’t want to move into his living space without him guiding me as to what he wanted this morning, so I waited for him to lead the way.

“Come on in.” Richard patted me on the arm and led me deeper into the room. Movement by the bed caught my eye, and I saw another man slide forward until his face came into view. He waved at me and looked at Richard. “Cash, this is Hayden. Hayden, this is Cash.”