Sex in the Desert, Part One

I love the Palm Springs parties hosted by pspigslut. They are bare-bones, no bs, no frills affairs with slings, mattresses tossed on the garage floor, fuckbench, trashy tops and even trashier bottoms...this is not the barechest calendar crowd, and it is the hottest thing going in the desert, no looky-loos allowed. I checked in around 10 and saw a fairskinned latino daddy with a big dick and big gut, and one of those tattoos that looked like a variation of the biohazard tatt...in the small of his back. The minute I saw him I knew that I would have to have him.
I checked out the playspaces (they are divided by curtains of dark fabric) and saw a bottom splayed out on a plank, lookin' so hot that it got my dick hard. When he tired of waiting...his position had to be uncomfortable although I know some bottoms...like my bud Mike...who can keep the pose for a long time...I took over his spot, and within minutes got fucked by four tops, and finally by hot latin daddy. This was a nice long-dickin' and before long, there were those great swishy sounds of a fuckbone mixin' it up in my sloppy hole, my buttjuices and the precum of the other tops gettin' all whipped up into a toxic mess deep in my ass. Daddy didn't want to cum so early, so goddammit, he pulled out and started fucking a sleazy bottom with a bad case of B.O. who had claimed a nearby sling. His B.O. didn't discourage the gang of tops there that night, they fucked him one after the other. Finally Daddy pulled him onto the mattress and fucked him for a little while and then moved on. Meanwhile, a fisting bottom was scraming bloody murder in an adjoining play area.
But I was good...feelin' OK...a top doesn't have to cum in my ass to make me happy. I was happy just to get a taste of that hot dick, yowza, hell yeah!
Stinky bottom finally relinquished his spot on the mattress so I made my move...two bottoms on a mattress is just fine, some tops like to fuck an ass and then move on to the next ass and then come back to the first bottom...with buttjuice traded all around, which is fuckin' hot. Not more than a couple of minutes passed before I felt a finger probing my butthole, followed by a cock shoved up my asschute. What transpired was a non-stop 20 minute fuckin'...by...as it turned out...my ole buddy 'desert rat,' the energizer bunny. I don't know who pooped out first, but we called it off mutually, both of us totally played out. Desertrat is a great fuck with great endurance...I mean, non-stop fuckin', the guy never needs to catch his breath...but I don't think he's ever cum up my ass. Anyway, feeling satiated, I took a break, grabbed a Pepsi and saw that blackdaddy was leaving. It was about midnight, so I decided to bail and hit a bar for a nitecap, maybe something exciting will happen. After an hour of S&M (standing and modeling) at Toolshed...next to pornstar Lance Hancock...I made up my mind to hit the rack, but when I got to my condo, I fumbled with the security code at the gate and was denied entry. I tried again, but of course the security system went into defense mode and rejected me over and over again. Now here I was, in sweatpants and flip flops, shirtless and short on cash, locked out of my own place...1 a.m. in the hot desert night. What to do?