Two Men Find Love In Desert Spa

My life has been a series of random events; an endless parade of gaffes and non-sequiturs. No goals set—no plans made—just drifting aimlessly on tiny stream to nowhere. One meaningless relationship after another—dead-end jobs—no hobbies or interests that anyone I knew cared about, and an attitude that can only be described as indifferent.
“Hey, what are you doing down there?” she screeched in her whiny, high-pitched voice.
I was glad she said something—it gave me the chance to get my nose out of her pussy long enough to gulp down some fresh air.
“I’m pleasuring you,” I said. Even I didn’t believe that line.
“No, you’re not—your tongue feels like sandpaper—you’re not buffing a car—you’re thirty-two years old and you don’t know how to lick a va-jay-jay?”
Va-jay-jay? Good grief….
“I’m outta here,” she declared as she swung a hefty leg over my head and jumped out of bed. “You know, all the girls at the club think you’re cute for your age and wonder why you’re single,” she said as she hurriedly dressed. “I’ll let’em know why—you’re a lousy lay and you have a bad attitude—you can’t even ‘get it up’–I think you’re queer–where the hell are my panties?”
I’m a lousy lay with a bad attitude? Yeah, I couldn’t disagree with that.
After she stormed out of the room and I heard the front door slam shut, I rolled off the bed and searched for my briefs. Earlier, in the heat of the moment, we frantically stripped each other and clothes were flying everywhere.
I found my shirt and slacks, but no underwear. Out of chance I looked on the other side of the bed. Her red nylon panties were on the floor. I picked them up and held them in my hand. I liked the feel of them. My penis began to rise for the first...