Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2005 20:04:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Ketchikan

Ketchikan Again

Another true tale from a married bisexual

By Billy Jay Dee

I had mixed emotions about calling Jerry when I got to
Ketchikan. He's a good fuck, but I find him sort of annoying.
Small, hard bodied, thick-dicked, balding, a face aged by
cigarette smoke and attitude. He's a professional activist
and his conversation is limited to his wonderful exploits in
his current social endeavor.

So, I didn't call, not that I had much of a chance. My
co-worker wanted a beer after work one day. I suggested the
Brown Derby because I've always wanted to check it out. We
walk in at 3:30.

"Bill!" Jerry warbles from the bar. We had some drinks while
he caught me up on the details of his life and promised (in
front of my co-worker) to get together with me sometime that
week.

A few hours later he calls the hotel room where I'm staying.
I say "Come on up."

I answered the door in the nude -- 6' 1", gray hair, blue
eyes, much-reduced pot belly from hiking across the muskegs
to work each morning. He slipped into the room and started
stripping. As he stripped, he caught me up on the details we
couldn't share in front of my co-worker earlier. Namely, he
told me about a boyfriend with a 10-inch cock and a live-in
girlfriend who knew he was bi- and didn't ask where he was
going tonight.

 Jerry brought condoms but no lube. He wanted a smoke, so as
he stood naked, with his back to the window and his cigarette
dangling out into space, I started sucking on his impressive
dangling cock. Tasted nasty! Just the way I wanted it. I
squatted before
him and within seconds got him so hard, I had to protect my
gag reflects.

My right hand rested on his little butt or cupped his hairy
little left thigh. His cock is thick and eight inches. When
the cigarette was done, he laid his little hands on my head
and started facing fucking me. I wedged my tongue down my
throat and let him go for it. His pelvis bounced back and
forth between the window and my moustached mouth
for a long time.

My hard-bodied little buddy then pulls me to my feet and
guides me to the bed. He lounges there in all his naked glory
and I take the opposite head-to-foot position so we
can slurp and suck one another's cocks. My tongue chases his
dick back and forth across his lap. He just deep throats mine
and starts applying the vacuum to it.

It's hard for me to pay serious attention to my work when
someone is working my six-inch hard-on so erotically. Jerry
appeared to have the same problem. So, we took
turns enjoying one another's mouths. I rolled him over on
top of me and his hips started pounding my face. He was
getting harder and longer. His eight-inch baby-maker was
slamming furiously straight down into my throat and...

"Ugh!" I swear the soft head of his very rigid rod slipped
past my tonsils (or what remains of them after my childhood
surgery). I lifted him off and sat up to catch my breath.

I laid back on the bed. Jerry straddled my shoulders and fed
his cock to my hungry lips. This left my right hand free to
stroke my own cock while the left played with my long balls.
It had been months since me last time I had any sex and it
wasn't long before I shot a thick white load all over my
belly, tension sliding from my body in the process.

"Roll over," Jerry said, slipping his hairy buns down my
body. He worked the middle finger of his left hand up my ass
while jerking himself with his right.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, in a husky baritone.
Honestly, it did. But without lube, even two fingers became a
little painful. I put up with it for the pleasure to come.

 Unfortunately, without lube, Jerry couldn't get his bulky
rod into my puckered ass. He repositioned himself higher
astride my ass, attacked from the small of my
back and forced me onto all fours. Still, no luck.

"How about shaving cream?" I inquired with a note of
desperation.

"Shaving cream!  You sure?"  He started lathering up my ass
like he intended to shave it.  "Nice ass," he muttered more
to himself than to me. It worked great and in a few minutes
he was in me.

"Oh God!  It's been so long," I whispered so as not to draw
the attention of the co-worker housed in the next room.

I buried my face in the mattress, rolled my ass back and
forth to meet his lunging cock.  I memorized the feel of his
hands on my shoulders and the touch of his stiffened
nipples on my back.

My cock and balls were mashed against the bedspread and being
rolled back and forth in his thrusting passion. His grunts
and all that motion started getting me hard again, a rarity
for me after such an effluvial orgasm.

"He stays in the saddle longer than he used to," I thought.

He somewhat roughly pulled me to all fours, prying my cheeks
apart with his small hands so he could drive that rampant
charger between his thighs deeper down the muddy road to my
heart. I was loving it.

Eventually -- after an extended period of pure erotic
pleasure -- he whimpered, shuddered and collapsed atop me,
his creamy load filling my ass and dripping down onto my
shrunken balls.

I can't wait to work in Ketchikan again!