Palm Springs Bareback Party at Helios Resort

I'm back in San Francisco and about to resume my workout regime after weeks of traveling and half-assed weight training sessions whenever I could squeeze them in...and I'm sore...not for working out, but rather for spending hours on all fours trying to entice every swinging dick to impregnate my hot poz asshole...this past weekend in the desert. I didn't have much luck at the Camp this time...I squeezed in a visit during the afternoon on a Friday and while there were some guys there, nobody seemed interested in fucking, just oral action...but the time spent in the sling wasn't a complete waste. The Camp was showing Treasure Island Media's new video BONE DEEP, so I guess it's finally out to the masses. Read my reviews elsewhere on this blog.
The real time sex happened on Saturday night at the Helios, a resort new to me, although I had heard of it...it's a Spanish hacienda with rooms arranged along corridors surrounding the pool in the center, a traditional Old Californian Mexican layout (except for the pool, of course)...every room opens out into the pool. I got there around 10 on a pleasantly warm evening...Palm Springs nights in April are no longer cool and the days are not yet unbearably hot. There was a little action in the cabanas at one end of the pool but I saw some fucking in a sling at the far end of the property and that's where I went. A hot Mexican guy was taking it up the ass from a somewhat diffident top, but the Mexican bottom's feet were perfection, as were his pecs and his hair and his solid arms. It was over shortly after I got there, and off they went, so I climbed into the sling thinking that this was the hot center of the sex paradise, eventhough it was tucked off to a corner, as I said. Within five minutes, two guys walked up...a middle-aged bald flabby white guy and a tall black guy with hair askew, wiry and unkempt. It became obvious rather quickly that the white guy was pimping out the black top, judging by his dirty talk egging on the black dude and addressing me as if I were a sex slave...'do ya think ya can take this big black cock, boy?' that kind of shit...but the black guy shoved his generous dick up my lubed ass and gave me some rough vigorous thrusts...but...sadly, it was over in about 30 seconds. I was appreciative, made the required groans, etc., but off they went just the same...and I didn't see them the rest of the night. And then...nothing happened. I lay in that sling for about 20 minutes and contemplated the starry sky which was gorgeous. My friend Kevin from SoCal showed up and we talked a little bit, catching up since I hadn't seen him in over a year, although we communicated by e-mail once in a while. I asked if he had any Viagra, and he said yes and went off to his room and provided one, good friend that he is. I gotta find that Latino guy. He's my type and I can fuck him, with the Viagra...I think...I hope.
I realized of course that it wasn't going to happen in that sling, so I embarked on a more thorough investigation of Helios and found there was a whole other section in the main building that I had skipped earlier. One room with a sling and mirrors was the first, which led into a second room with a TV, two slings, one on either side of a bench, and some chairs...and finally the third room to the rear with one large mattress (actually two, placed together) surrounded by mirrors...and the Latin guy, on his back stroking his dick. He had a dumb, expressionless look on his face, which may or may not have been drug induced (some guys there said yes, but he looked OK to me otherwise), with his legs spread wide open. No takers...yet. One thing about bareback sex: we are not into attitudes like cha cha queens and the circuit party crowd. If a bottom can't get fucked, it's because the tops can't get it up and know it, and are reduced to standing around stroking, hoping, regretting.
I took my place next to the Latin guy, but faced the outside edge of the mattress, signifying my readiness for oral action. The first guy who stepped up was a white guy with a rosy pink dick, which I sucked for a while while he got hard, not rock hard but good enough...I turned around, offered my ass which he stuffed with his cock and gave me an adequate fuck...but he didn't cum. Then came my third fuck of the evening...which was a routine session, nice enough, better than staying home...and oh, that Viagra was showing no signs of working.
As it was getting 'round midnight, I considered heading over to the Tool Shed to see what I could dig up, and maybe return...since the rather expensive contribution was $35 at the door...but...was good for in-and-out, which was very Christian of the BBRT guys, organizers of these parties, check out their website. But as any bottom will tell you, it pays to be patient. After midnight, it picked up...some guy came out of nowhere and rough fucked my ass...his equipment was adequate, not massive, therefore ideal...he plowed by butt for about 10 minutes but didn't cum...on the heels of that, another top materialized...this was a bigger cock, and rock hard, probing deep, but goddammit, that lasted for only 3 minutes or so, his dick popped out, no cum and I never got a look at him or the other top despite all the mirrors...my face was deep into the mattress. While all of this is going on, the Latin Guy never relinquishes his place, he's still on his back, legs parted, stroking his dick...he's very hot and knows it...he's got tattoos and a complicated cock ring combined with a ball stretcher.
This is where I get up and troll the grounds to see what I've been missing...this takes about 5 minutes and when I return, the Latin guy is getting pounded by a tall, heavyset Hispanic type who's obviously enjoying himself, while Latin Guy is as expressionless as ever. When the big Hispanic type shoots his load, loudly and violently up Latin Guy's ass, the bottom registers absolutely no emotion...although after it's all done, he says quite clearly, 'thank you' to the top. They say he's on meth, but I can't believe it...I thought that drug hyped you up, but I don't really know or care. One of the hot things about the party scene and group sex is that you can get a front row seat even if you're not part of the action: there is an obvious top, a white middle-aged alternative lifestyle sort of guy with his hair pulled in a topknot, tattoos and piercings and the longest goatee I've ever seen...he produces a twenty-something little Latin bottom and proceeds to fuck him with his massive curved schlong, this was right out of porn. He starts off slowly and then ultimately slams it right into his bottom, getting get traction on his toes and palms of his hands. And here I was, only one foot away. This was exciting, and thinking about this would get me hard off and on for the rest of the weekend, as evidenced during the long drive home the following Sunday. As for the Viagra, maybe I should give it a second chance...while it never did get me rock hard, I got semi-hard off and on for the following 18 hours or so...maybe that's how it works for me.
I like the set-up at the Helios and will come back for sure, especially since the staff evidently gets into the action. The guy who took my $35, a very nice guy, was on the mattress getting fucked a couple of times...I was on one side of him and the Latin Guy was on the other...room enough for three, you can't go wrong.