Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2010 17:52:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Billy Jay Dee Subject: Down and Dirty with Dave Down and Dirty with Dave By Billy Jay Dee Life is good! At three months from retirement eligibility, I've still got two guys here in this small, isolated town that want to suck my cock. I'm just about to meet a third. As I come through the door of the coffee shop downtown, yeah, there he is. He wears the advertised "black and white checked shirt". He sits up a little straighter when he sees me. Older guy; full head of short cut gray hair and bushy black and white beard. There's definitely hair on that chest. "Hi, I'm Dave." "Mark," he manages to get out. "I'll get a cup of coffee and join you." The old guy is clearly nervous. But he'll do. We talk about our mutual need for discretion, his wife's jealousy, the fact that neither of us can host and his newness to the sport at hand. Little spasms of nervousness shake his stocky frame, but lessen as time passes. I tell him I gotta get back to work. But, I reassure him it was a pleasure meeting him and I'd like to see more of him. I smile at my little joke as I tip my fedora onto my head and let my long legs carry me out of the place. Back at my office that same afternoon I check my schedule. I can sneak away any time the next day. Write and tell him that. The weather forecast is good. I mention we can take a short stroll into the woods across from my office into a lush alder thicket just made for private moments or take a short drive out of town to a side road I know about. I also ask what he'd like to do, just to get his juices flowing for the next day. His reply arrives in my mailbox early in the morning. He'd like someone to come in his mouth and to try anal sex. I tell him I'd be glad to help out there -- "just bring the lube and condom". I squirm in my office chair most of the day waiting for the chance to sneak away. I keep adjusting my semi-hard six-inch cock whenever it gets twisted in my shorts. I can smell the pre-cum oozing. A quiet moment in the men's room or a quick trip to the yellowing alder patch on the mountain slope above the office sure gets tempting. Late in the day Mark calls to say he is on his way. I meet him on the assigned corner and out the road we go. "So, I know a little place on the water's edge. My best man and I use to go there and swap blowjobs after cutting firewood." "Ah, that sounds good. I've been walking around half-hard all day," Mark replies with still a little nervousness. Figuring if I get him more aroused, he'll be less nervous, I say "So how much man-to-man action have you had?" "Oh, I've topped a couple of guys and got a blowjob. I'm kind of new to this." He's quiet now. I let the thick green spruces race by, leaving him time to ponder his previous encounters. I'm thinking about my best man's wide curved white eight-inch cock and the field of coppery pubic hair. For short stretches we can see the still green water below us. I'm about to ask what exactly he's got in mind for this afternoon. "I'm kind of nervous. I don't do this much and I'm worried about AIDS." "You know what they say? No sex, but safe sex," I say absently, thinking instead about the fine time I use to enjoy with my best man. "So, I should have brought this up before," He says and then pauses to gulp. "Got tested three years ago for HIV and I don't have it. Have you been tested?" I let his rapidly beating heart pound for three more beats before answering. "Yes, I have been tested. I'm positive. That means I have AIDS." I felt his foot pull off the accelerator, but it didn't move to the brake. "You look just fine," he says almost, not quite complaining. "I've had no secondary affects. And I've had it for ?" I do some quick math. "18 years." "Wow! I guess the medicine is working for you." "Yeah," I reply casually. He doesn't say any more, just keeps his wide open eyes straight ahead. It's a good thing to keep your eyes on the road ahead around here especially with all the does feeding on the forage in the ditches along the thoroughfare. "I totally understand if you want to turn around and head back to town." Of course, he's come this far I know he won't turn around now. "I'm thinking I should turn around right now," he says to himself more than to me. Isn't funny how people rarely do what they "should" do? "Well, take the next right if you want to turn around. Or the one after that if you want to see that secluded spot I told you about." He takes the second right. He thinks he's been down this road before when he was house hunting a few years before. He is wrong of course. Alders overgrew the place since my buddy and I use to come here to get sawdust in the cracks of our ass while force feeding one another our cocks. The road peters out into a muddy beach. The water lies still and high before us. Mark and I talk of many things, of his fears, but not of turning the truck back on. I waited all day for this moment. I unzipped my jeans and pull out my hard cock and two heavy balls piling them atop my Levis so he gets an eye full. I lean back and think of the glory day here long ago as I keep Mark talking. He's watching me stroke myself. I play with my hairy balls more than normal just to give him a little show. "Going to show me yours?" Mark doesn't hesitate to pull out his cock. It's about the same length as mine only thicker. Apparently, the worrisome conversation didn't worry his "worm" to much. His cock stands at half staff and his insistent left hand jerks it rapidly to hardness. He is into it. "Lift your shirt a little so I can see your hairy chest." "Not too much hair there," he says not lifting it enough. But I can see the treasure trail. My hand caresses his upper belly and slides up to touch his nipples and enough chest hair to turn me on. He doesn't pull away from my touch. This is enough for me and I unload into my shorts and abdomen. It tastes good. Damn! That feels so fine after a morning of horniness. My retiree jerk-off buddy is going for it on his own dong. "You got any fantasies?" I ask in order to give him a hand, so to speak "I've wondered about getting fucked in the ass," he gasps. "On your back or on all fours?" "Bent over so I can see the cock going into my ass." "Oh, like in front of a mirror, so you can see your ass cheeks flair each time he slams his cock into you. That's hot!" Mark's starting to breathe hard, but not hard enough. "Well, you better think about reaching around behind, grabbing your hairy ass cheeks and spreading them wide so he can shove it in." "Damn! I didn't bring lube and a condom," he mutters, either speaking to me or his imaginary lover. "That's okay, there's not enough room to do anything inside your truck. But, he'll bring the lube and get you lying over the seat with the door open. He'll lube up his right hand and insert a finger up your tight ass. With his left hand he'll reach around and start fist fucking your cock. You better start wiggling your ass around so he can get his dick in there. He's going to start poking and prodding your crack trying to find a way in and?" "I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Dave!" With that he shoots several loads high into the cab of the truck. The first falls onto his right leg with a splat. The second inside his jeans, a third on his belly and the last two on the fist that wraps around his shaft. "Good thing you have a wash cloth here," I point out lazily. "A dirty one," he sighs. "Not too dirty," I reply and wait to see just how down and dirty he'll get. All the stress, worry and nerves apparently shot from his body with each thick heavy glob. A smile now graces this aged features. He chuckles to himself. "Well, damn. Dave, that seemed safe enough!" He says in a tone that speaks volumes about how much he needs this, how much he will do for it and about how good he feels. "We got to do this again." He has company this week, but next we'll see about someone getting it in the butt.