Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 18:40:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: "Er, Greg"

ER, GREG

by Billy Jay Dee

"Okay, I'm here. I'm out back on the veranda. I'm
wearing a red shirt."

My e-date's name was, er, Greg. Greg said all the
right things over the phone about living close and
being there soon.  He seemed excited too.

Did I mention I wore a short sleeve red shirt?  It
felt kind of cool on this part of the deck in Seattle
in May. (I was just passing through on business.) At the
far end in a large sunny spot stood a big guy in work
clothes -- blondish, stern and beefy.  Did I mention I
like `em big?

At 6'1", you've got to be really big to impress me. So,
I strolled along the deck, skipped up
the step, asked if he minded sharing the sunshine and
sat down.  From this angle, his highlight faded to
brunette, the stern frown to a constant and friendly
smile and he lost about 6 inches in height. (I'd had
to step up to his part of the deck.)

But he was chatty and fun. We were gabbing away when a man
mountain sat down with us. The guy stood 6'7" dressed
in layers and wearing a Carhart jacket. He sported a
curly back beard and fine head of black wavy hair,
with just enough gray in each to give his hair a
grizzled look -- odd for a guy in his 30's. (He also
possesed a small forest of graying curls on his chest.
I checked early on.)

"Cutter" and I introduced ourselves. "Greg," he answered
to our names and hands.

He must be my date. He was tan, with broad shoulders
and a lot less weight than he'd admitted to in his
profile. Maybe he just carried it better than most
guys. I enjoyed talking to him for half an hour or
so. We discussed his "partnered" lifestyle and my
"married" lifestyle.  Then his cell rang, then mine,
then the obligatory calls we just had to take,
introductions to his friends, the arrival of his
boyfriend, and finally the Friday night crowd getting
thicker and louder.

Forty five minutes later I found myself sitting on the
outside of his circle of friends thinking we might have
lost that start of a relationship, the rapport we had
known before the phones went off.

But when Greg returned to his seat, he centered his
attention on me. His friends made me comfortable and
included me in the conversation, but I  hungered. In
retrospect, I wonder what I hungered for specifically.
Anyway, Greg knew a Mexican place and we went. The
conversation followed easy and frolicking.

"Now what do you want to do?" he asked.

"What do you want to do?" I replied.

"Well, we could go some other place, or to your place
or back to the bar?"

"Well, we could go dancing, or back to my place.
We've been to that bar."

"Let's go to your place."

Once in the door, I fell into his arms.  With a gruff
burst of laughter, his massive body engulfed mine.  His
lips were soft. His breath and mouth were clean tasting,
or maybe the salsa at dinner burned out our taste
buds.  Regardless Greg made me hot.  He nuzzled into
the small of my neck and began growling.  I returned
the favor with a snort, then pulled myself up to suck
on his earlobe.

He laughed again.  I took him by the hand and led him
to the bedroom.  We kissed again at the foot of the bed.
My hands played across his broad back and felt up his
hard  small ass. We kept at the dry mouth kissing until
I realized his stubby fingertips struggled at unbuttoning
my shirt. I returned the favor on his belt. It didn't go
well and we decided to undress ourselves.

 "Gotta use the bathroom," he interrupted.  He found
me naked and stretched out face up atop the bed spread
when he returned.  Greg growled with a smile, bent to
kiss me lightly and then his lips worked their way
quickly to my twitching six-inch rod and engulfed it.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned as I tussled his brunette curls.
He twisted my nipples. I managed to roll away from
his hand.

"That doesn't do it for you?" he asked.

"Sorry."

"Gee, you aren't gay."

However, what he did with his dry thin lips was doing
it for me, but it also reminded me that I needed to
use the bathroom.

"My turn," I said.

I found Greg naked and stretched out, face-up atop
the bedspread when I returned.

Even naked he didn't look particularly overweight.
His chest hair spread south to about mid chest.  His
cock, though not much larger than mine, was hard!  I
straddled his thighs and we went back to kissing and
growling. The latter a recent trick just taught to
him, he informed me later. It worked for me.

With a little help from my bud, I managed to roll us
over and get him stretched out on top. Our long frames
pressed one another. Our hips stroked our cocks into one
another's crotches.

Greg's long arms pushed off the mattress so he could
see my face and bend to kiss me. Meanwhile, I got to
play with his hairy chest and gaze into his eyes.

His slow rhythm thrusts got heavier and we bounced more
atop the bedspread. I couldn't resist any longer. When
his body lifted off me with the next bounce, I pulled
my legs out from under him, lifted my knees towards
heaven and rolled my ass into the path of his downrushing
cock. He kept it there.

The brown head of his cock pressed against
the entrance of my body, each slow stroke testing the
resistance of my body and the craving in my ass.

"Got lube?"

I pulled some out of the bed stand and we greased him
up.

"A little soft," he said. So he went back to rubbing
it against my quivering body.  His cock stood ready
again in seconds.  "There?" he asked, prodding forward.

" A little lower."

A stroke or two, "There?"

"Yeah."

And he pushed, pushed just the head in, and kept
swaying above me.  Just a touch of pain, then he
pushed all the way in and kept stroking.  I assured
him it felt good as soon as I could. And it did!

Greg was a slow solid fuck like the waves working the
shoreline.  Slow and steady.  It had been six months
since I had a good fuck and Greg broke my ass in right.
The juices started to flow.  I lusted for this mountain of
a man towering over me, the forest on his chest and
the lightning bolt he used on my body.  His brown eyes
were glazed with lust.

"Sorry, I takes me a long time to cum."

"Not a problem," I assured him with a smile.
First spreading my ass cheeks wider to give him
greater access. Then playing with his nipples, brushing
his hairy chest in delight.  I could feel my
pre-cum pooling on my belly. And kissing, kissing,
kissing, until the saliva ran between us like a silver
cord connecting our souls.

Greg's hips began to gyrate faster, the occasional growl
became a loud panting, his shoulders pinned mine to the
mattress as he drove away at my sloppy ass. He grunted,
grunted and grunted. His orgasm was announced with a long,
low growl. Then he collapsed upon me.

"Thank you, thank you,thank you. That was so good
Bill," he whispered amid heavy breathing.

I assured him it was my pleasure.  We headed to the
shower to clean up.  His partner expected him at home.

I laid in my bed and replayed our adventures in my
head. I made myself come twice that night. I hope we
can get together in August!