‘See you in my room in fifteen minutes-#203?’- I ask.’Sure Greg’, he says, shyly smiling.I leave and go up, strip to my underwear-and make sure I have ice and wine, lube and wash clothes. -Without his black clunky glasses.He’s now good looking, with high cheekbones.He smiles and timidly waves. Gay sex tall-John’s height also.We chat a bit-he’s a desert biologist of a state park outside of Palm Springs-so very bright-and he also makes a couple of witty remarks about the trip.I’m stunned-‘Silent’ John is more interesting than all the other Gays on our trip.I’m a male model who hikes and camps a lot-loves Nature-and I find out that John hikes and camps a lot.We’re standing close together in the jungle pool, and I reach over and caress his balls and extra thick cock. And here we are two years later, an old married couple-but also hiking and camping a couple times a year.And John allows me-on rare occasions-to invite an attractive, congenial gay man to share a night of fun Sex with us.In our travels around town, we occasionally see our former gay Costa Rican travel mates.
