Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2015 12:32:39 -0600
From: Roy Payne <rjepayne@yahoo.com>
Subject: Murphy's Law, Part 3

Life ... it's precious ... it's frustrating ... it's wonderful ... and most
of all, it's incredibly unpredictable.  Just a few months ago I was a
happily married man with a great wife of 35 years.  We loved each other and
that love overflowed in satisfying (if not passionate) sex once a week or
so and we were both content with that ... at least I was.  I sometimes
thought my wife wouldn't have minded if we didn't ... but never mind.

Professionally, I was an insurance agent and a damn good one.  I made a
decent living, enough to raise four sons and help them out with their
college expenses.  We had a nice home in the burbs, dependable cars, took
one or two trips a year ... basically living the American Dream, right?

Then, on a rainy Spring morning, I exceeded the speed limit on my way to
work ... and "life" went to hell in a hand basket.

The young cop took pity on me when I begged him not to cite me (85 in a 55
mile an hour zone!).  He agreed, but in lieu of the citation, he had a more
"creative" method for bringing justice to bear.  So I was exempted from the
long arm of the law only to be subjected instead to the "long cock of the
cop".  He took me to a back country barn and brutally fucked my ass with
his thick ten inch man meat until I was a trembling pile of flesh ... and I
liked it.  God help me, I liked it!

I'm a happily married, 57 year old father of four grown sons ... I'm not
gay, I never thought of men "that way" ... and here I was thinking of
nothing else but a tall, handsome, well-built, incredibly well-endowed
young red-headed cop who had been my sons' best friend ... he'd been to
sleepovers at my house!  I'd been his Scout Master!  This was not right.
But it had happened ... was happening, and after our second session out in
the old barn a couple of weeks ago, I found myself experiencing
... "desires".

At first, being with Rusty had just increased my sex drive and my wife was
the willing (if not overly enthusiastic) recipient.  I'm sure she wondered
why our once a week lovemaking had gone to three or four times a week (I'd
backed off from daily, at her insistence).  And when she wasn't willing, my
experienced right hand took care of any needs that I might have.

Now, however, I found my mind turning more and more to frequent and
unwanted fantasies involving ... men.  If I saw a good-looking man, I
noticed that he was good-looking.  I might think that he had nice, full
lips or sparkling eyes or a cute smile.  I might wonder at his muscular
chest or broad shoulders.  A well-rounded backside started my saliva glands
going, wondering what his ass would taste like.  And if he had a noticeable
bulge in the front of his pants?  Hell!  That's when I found myself running
for the nearest men's room, jacking off and imagining what his cock would
feel like buried inside of my tight asshole!

The last "porn" (if you could call it that) I'd looked at was Playboy and
Penthouse in college.  I coated those glossy boobs and pussies with pints
of my hot, young cum.  But now, I'd started looking at porn on the internet
(Wow! Times sure had changed!) ... and at first it was only the straight
variety, but since I was focusing entirely on the men, I soon found myself
looking for the gay sites until now, that's all I bothered with.  I was
drawn especially to the men with big cocks and if they were forcing them
into a guy who seemed to be experiencing at least some degree of pain?
Well, that immediately brought up memories ... the smell of clean straw and
Aqua di Gio, dust motes dancing in the sunlight, and the sound of flesh
slapping against flesh as ten thick inches was being driven into my virgin
ass.  And in no time at all, I'd be cleaning up another load of my
fantasy-induced ejaculate.

But yesterday, I did something which really had me running scared.  It was
a nice summer day in the Ozarks and, as I'd often done, I took my lunch to
one of the many beautiful parks in the area.  I sat at a picnic table in
the shade of an old oak, drinking a Coke and eating my Subway sandwich and
when I finished, I needed to piss.  So, I walked over to the nearby men's
room (a single stool job) and once inside, I thought I might need to take a
crap, too.  So I dropped my pants and sat down on the throne.

Well, apparently I'd forgotten (?) to lock the door because before I could
even get the process started, it opened and a man came in.  In the dim
light, I could see that he was about 40, six feet tall, trim build, dress
shirt & tie.  He closed (and locked!) the door, turned around and walked
towards me, unzipping his pants as he came.  Standing right in front of me
with his pants legs brushing up against my own, he pulled out a rock-hard
six inch cock and leaned closer, pointing it at my face.  Neither of us
said a word as I opened my mouth and he slid himself into me.  He placed
both hands on the sides of my head and began slowing rocking his cock in
and out of my mouth.

In a moment of semi-clarity, my mind asked, "What the fuck am I doing?!?"
but it only lasted a second.  The feel of his warm flesh in me, the tickle
of his manly pubes brushing my nose, the taste of his precum, the musky
man-scent of him ... it was all so wonderful that I didn't want him to
stop.  So I reached up and placed my hands on his firm ass.  I could feel
the solid muscles through his dress pants, flexing every time he pushed
into my mouth and I began pulling him tight to my face with each thrust of
his hips.  After a few minutes, his rhythmic pumping increased in tempo and
without a word of warning, I felt his hot cum spurting into me.  Not
expecting it, I coughed and cum came out my nose, but I didn't pull away,
determined to get every last drop of his goodness.

After six or eight spurts, he slowed down and pulled out.  I watched as he
squeezed up the length of his cock, forcing out a last ooze of cum which he
then painted on first my right cheek and then the left.  "Thanks," he said
as he was stuffing his deflating manhood back into his pants, turning
toward the door.  He unlocked it and left me there wondering what the hell
had just happened.  Did I walk like a "swisher"?  Did men see me and
immediately think "gay"?  Did I have have the word "COCKSUCKER" branded on
my forehead?  But before I had time to process these thoughts, while I was
blowing my nose and wiping my cheeks, the door of the restroom opened again
to admit another man.

This one was young ... college age, maybe?  He was average height and thin,
but every muscle looked super-toned.  He had on a tight-fitting Under Armor
shirt and painted-on bicycle shorts ... you know, the second-skin, spandex
kind that show everything?  And right now, his were showing what looked
like a long kielbasa pointing up at 11 o'clock.  He stood back in the
corner about six feet away and looking nervous as hell, rubbing his
Lycra-clad cock up and down.  He whispered, "Let me see yours!" staring
fixedly at my crotch.  Well, why not?  What's the harm in that?  The idea
of undercover cops or jail time never even entered my mind as I leaned back
to show off my painfully hard cock, the head all shiny with precum, pulsing
up and down with every beat of my thudding heart.

He didn't say a word as he lithely stepped toward me, rolling down the
front of those super-snug bike shorts as he came, tucking them under his
balls, making them look like a big, pink orange.  But it was the cock that
mesmerized me.  It was a huge one (not as big as Rusty's, but very few
are), probably eight-plus inches and everything ... cock, pubic area, balls
... was hairless ... totally.  I would never want to shave my privates and
frankly, I found it to be a turn off ... like I was looking at a
prepubescent boy.  But his man parts were anything but boyish and I found
myself opening my mouth as he wordlessly slid into me.  I reached behind
him and pulled down on the back of his shorts, but they were so tight I
wasn't having much luck.  Sensing my desire, he reached back and peeled
them down for me.  I placed my hands on the warm, firm flesh of his ass and
kneaded his glutes.  His long manhood was entirely encased in my mouth and
down into my throat having worked its way past my tonsils without my notice
and as I massaged his tight bubble butt (also hairless?), he made a
satisfied "mmmm" sound.  I felt my nose pressed against his smooth,
baby-soft flesh with no scratchy pubes in the way.  Maybe the shaved look
wasn't so bad after all.

"Get on your knees," he said, the first words he'd spoken.  So I slid off
the stool and without losing his cock from my mouth (Why did that make me
so proud of myself?), I got on my knees.  I felt his left hand go behind my
head and he pulled me in even tighter, making me gag.  But when I tried to
pull back, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled me right back in.  I
looked up through tears and saw that his right hand was under his shirt,
playing with his nipple.  That was weird.  Men don't have sensitive nipples
... do they?  He pounded into me and I was afraid my cheeks would be
bruised, the way he was slamming my face against groin.  But I hung on and
let him abuse me, wanting nothing more than to satisfy this kid ... to let
him use me for his pleasure.  I think it's safe to say, I definitely had
issues.

Thinking that I heard something, I looked around the slender hip of the
young and hung boy.  Out the corner of my eye I saw motion and realized
that someone else was in the restroom with us!!  A rough-looking, stocky
construction worker in dirty blue jeans, sweaty t-shirt and a bright yellow
hard hat was standing back in the darkness of the corner, rubbing his
crotch.  What the fuck!  The kid hadn't locked the damn door!

At first, it scared the crap out of me and right away, I started to pull
off the cock in my mouth so I could get the hell outta Dodge!  But the kid
was stronger than he looked (wiry?) as he took both hands and held me
firmly in place.  "Stay there, you ol' slut!" he growled at me.  "Stay
right there and take my cum!" and at that instant he began shooting his
spermload into me.  He pulled me close, mashing my nose against his
hairless pubic bone and cutting off my air supply.  He was wriggling his
ass making his cock dance in my mouth, a new experience for me while I
swallowed his sweet-tasting cum.

As my head was being tossed around, I saw that the stranger had stepped up
close beside us.  His left hand was stroking up and down on his very thick
uncut cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth so I could see precum
leaking out.  His right hand was on the kid's ass and it seemed like
something was really turning the boy on ... something besides my hot mouth,
that is.  As his cum stopped flowing into me and he turned away, I could
see that the new guy had a finger in the kid's tight ass.  When he pulled
it out, he offered it to me like you'd offer a little boy a lollipop.  And
like a greedy little boy, I took it in and began to suck on it.  Wild!  Is
this what was known as "kink"?

The door closed behind "bike boy" as I heard the stranger say, "You really
are an old slut, aren't you?", chuckling at my embarrassment.  Then he
said, "Fact is, I think I'd like to tear me off a piece of your slutty ol'
ass!"  He put his hands under my arm pits and effortlessly pulled me to my
feet.  I saw his bulging biceps and strong pecs, the big pointed nipples
that were tenting the fabric of his thin, damp tee.  "Bend over that
stool," he ordered.  "What?" I exclaimed.  "No!  I don't even know you!
I'm gettin' outta here!" and with that, I stooped to pull up my pants.  But
when I did, he shoved me ... hard.

I fell forward over the stool and my head hit the wall, stunning me and I
barely caught myself on the toilet.  Shaking my head, I started to stand
back up but a strong hand on my back pushed me down again.  "If you know
what's good for you, old man, you'll stay right there."  I stopped trying
to get away and heard him say, "That's right ... that's just right.  Now
don't you move a muscle cuz we're gonna have us some fun."  He laughed, a
mean, ugly sound and said, "At least, I sure as hell am!"

In my dazed condition, I heard him spit and felt the wam wetness dribbling
into my ass-crack.  And then the pressure against my sphincter as his thick
cock tried to enter me.  "Wait!  No!  I don't want you ..." but before I
could protest any more, two things happened.  He slapped me hard as hell on
my ass cheek and at the same time, he shoved his hips forward like a punch.
The big mushroom-sized head of his cock popped into me along with several
inches of hard man meat.  "Take it, you old faggot!  You know you want it,
now take my cock!" he growled, loudly enough that I knew anyone nearby
could have easily heard him.

It hurt like hellfire and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.  To make it
worse, my attacker slapped me hard again on my tender ass cheek that still
stung from the last whack!  "Open that ass, dammit!!" he rasped between
gritted teeth, spanking me again (Ow!  That hurt!  So how come I kinda
liked it?) and then shoving even harder as another couple of inches bullied
their way into me.  I pushed outward causing my sphincter to relax slightly
(where were Rusty's poppers when I needed them?) and with one final thrust,
his thick, spit-slicked cock was buried to the root in my shivering
innards.

"Now," he said, "The hard part's over.  If I was you, I'd get a good grip
on that stool and hang on cuz I'm gonna give you a fuckin' you won't soon
forget!" and with that, it was like he turned into a hydraulic sex machine.
His thrusting into me was at a precise tempo you could have used as a
metronome.  One ... and ... two ... and ... in ... and ... out ... and ...
I had the feeling that he intended to make this last awhile, so I did as he
suggested ... grabbed the stool and held on.  The white porcelain felt cool
beneath my hands and I was very grateful for the one who kept the place
clean.  Strange thoughts while getting your ass plowed by a blue-collar
stud's thick cock, but what can I say?

Every time he rammed his cock into me, it went all the way in and every
time he pulled it out, he pulled it all the way out.  A couple of times, I
felt his warm spit trickling down my ass which was welcome cuz I needed as
much lube as I could get.  By now, I was actually enjoying his brutality,
but damn!  He was easily as thick as Rusty, if not nearly as long and he
loved what he was doing, showing no signs cumming.  As I began to wonder
how long he could go on, I felt pressure against my lips.  When I opened my
eyes, I saw a chocolate-colored something aimed at my mouth.

"Hi there," a soft, low voice said.  I looked up, expecting to see Morgan
Freeman, but instead a young, handsome black man was smiling down at me.
"I've been enjoying the show awhile," he said.  "And I couldn't help
wondering if you might like to be occupied at both ends?" and he shook his
Hershey-colored cock, tapping it against my mouth.  Why the hell not?  In
for a penny ...  So without a word, I opened my mouth and he slowly slid
his shiny hardness into my mouth and right on down without any gagging at
all (Guess I was getting good at this cocksucking thing?).  He began
pumping in and out, murmuring "Mmm, you're good at this, babe."  I was
ridiculously pleased by his praise and found myself proud that my skills
met with his approval.  I reached up with one hand and felt the tight,
curly hair on his large swinging balls and heard him "Mmm," again.

"Oh, fuck!  That is so damned hot!" my ass-pounder said.  "That big black
dick stretchin' those pretty pink lips.  Oh, fuck!  I'm gonna cum!!"  His
precise thrusting turned into a rapid-paced pounding and almost as soon as
he said it, he shoved himself deeply into my ass and though I couldn't feel
the cum, the spasming of his super-thick cock was like a drumbeat deep
inside of me.  Wasting no time, he pulled out and wiped his cock on the
skin of my butt.  As he was pulling up his work jeans and trying to stuff
his rebellious cock into them, he said to my black friend, "You really need
to try this ass, man.  You know how they say that a fine old wine gets
better with age?  Well I'd have to say, so does a fine ol' ass!  And now
that I've got him all stretched out, you should be able to slide that big,
thick chocolate stick of yours in pretty damn easy!"  With that as his
parting comment, he slapped my ass one last time (Ouch!), bent down to pick
up his yellow hard hat over in the corner, showing off his large, manly
(tasty?) ass and was gone.

"Well, wasn't he a charmer?" said the owner of the cock in my mouth.  It
struck me as funny and I started laughing ... not easy to do while getting
throat-fucked.  The laughing made me choke and Mr. Hershey pulled his cock
right out of me, as he asked, "Are you alright, man?"  I was still laughing
as I replied, "I'm fine.  Your comment just struck me funny."  He said,
"Well, I sure am glad you're okay, but you know, he's right.  I would like
to tap that ass of yours, if you don't mind?"  I said, "Why not?  Like the
man said, I'm all stretched out."

Now it was his turn to laugh as he said, "Well then, let's take this action
to my place.  I live just a few blocks away."  I had to admit, getting out
of the hot men's room sounded good to me, so I stood up, pulling off some
toilet paper, and wiped the cum from my ass and where it was running down
the back of my thighs.  He already had his cock back in his pants where it
made an obscene bulge, but he didn't seem to care.  In fact, as he was
walking out the door, a middle-aged businessman was coming in.  He looked
down at my friend's crotch and pointedly licked his lips, rubbing his own
bulging pants front, but he was totally ignored.  As I passed him, he gave
me a hopeful smile.  I smiled back ... and kept on walking.

My friend was in the parking lot climbing into a shiny new Beemer.  I got
in my car and followed him out of the lot, through some light traffic, a
couple of stop lights and into a parking garage.  He got out of his car and
walked to a door which he held open for me.  As I walked past, he playfully
groped my ass which made me jump!  I was not used to anyone touching me in
public, but as I looked around I was relieved that nobody had seen him.  We
got on the elevator and I wondered if he'd get "playful" again, but he
jerked his head at a camera in the upper corner of the car.  So I took the
time to look him over.  At a guess, I'd say 30-ish?  6'2", maybe 185-190
lbs.  He had broad, square shoulders, a powerful chest and biceps that
stretched the short sleeves of his polo which was tucked into his khakis at
a trim waist.  And there was that bulge next to his zipper, low and curving
down to the right ... not as noticeable as when we were leaving the
restroom, but still there for anyone who cared to look ... and I cared
... I cared a lot!

The doors whooshed open and he led the way to the second door, fitting his
key in the lock.  We walked in, he locked the closed door and turned to
face me.  He took my hand, looked me in the eye and said, "You are such a
beautiful man!"  Before I could figure out why this black Adonis would find
me attractive, he pulled me close and kissed me, tenderly at first, his
full lips pressing warmly against mine.  As I responded to his kiss, he
became more aggressive, parting my lips with his tongue and pushing it
inside.  We tasted each other for awhile, and I felt his manhood getting
hard as it rubbed against my own stiffening cock.

He backed away and said, "How 'bout a drink?" as he walked toward a corner
bar.  I said, "Sure, sounds good."  He asked, "What'll ya have?" and I gave
the expected "What've ya got?"  He laughed and said, "You name it."  So I
said, "How about a Rob Roy?"  I'd had one at a party recently and really
liked it but had never gotten around to buying any bitters, so I hadn't
tried making one at home.  I watched him confidently pouring in the
ingredients (apparently, I looked like I could use a double?) and while he
still held the Scotch, he sloshed a healthy amount into an ice-filled rocks
glass for himself.

"Have a seat," he said, waving me to a comfortable looking sofa.  I plopped
down at one end and he sat right next to me.  His arm found its way around
me as we sipped our drinks.  "So what brought you to the park today," he
asked.  "Just looking for a nice place to eat lunch," I replied.  He
laughed before leaning closer and kissing me, the woody note of the Scotch
on his tongue.  I pulled away and asked, "What's so funny?"  He shook his
head and replied, "Nothing.  I was just thinking that you sure must like
sausage for lunch cuz you got plenty of it today!"  I pretended to be
offended and said, "Very funny, Mr. Comedian.  I'll have you know that I
had a Subway sandwich ... before all that sausage."  We laughed together
and then he kissed me again as we drained our glasses, his left hand
founing its way to my throbbing manhood.  I reached for his and was amazed
at how big he was!  Rusty told me that my seven incher was bigger than most
men.  So why did "most men" I'd met lately have bigger ones than me?  Of
course, being black, this guy would be bigger, right?  At least, that's
what I'd always heard.

As I pondered, he stood up and said, "Let's have some fun!"  He took me by
the hand, pulled me up off of the sofa and led me down a hallway to his
bedroom.  It was done in earth tones of browns and russets with gold and
... aw, hell!  I'm not an interior decorator!  All I know is, it looked
very masculine as we stood beside his King-sized bed.  "Let's get after
it!" he said with a twinkle in his eye as he started quickly getting naked.
"Wow!" I said.  He was beautiful.  No other word for it ... beautiful.
Like it was sculpted from marble, his dark chocolate body seemed to shine
in the afternoon sunlight, (kinda like Edward in Twilight), and his teeth
were so white I found myself stupidly looking for fangs.  He climbed onto
the bed and said, "Well ... what're you waiting for?  An engraved
invitation?"  I laughed as I started stripping out of my clothes in record
time, leaving them in a pile on the carpet before jumping into the bed
beside him.  He grabbed me and dragged me down on top of himself, kissing
me deeply as he held me in a bear-hug like grip.

We wrestled around awhile and then he flipped us over so I was on my back.
He raised both of my legs and said, "Grab these and hold 'em up for me."  I
did as told and watched as he pulled a bottle of lube out of his night
table.  He began to work his fingers into my hole, first one and then two
... "How's that feel, baby?" he asked.  "Mmm," I moaned.  "It feels good
... it feels really, really good."  He said, "But we both know something
that will feel even better, don't we?"  I said, "Yes, sir.  You bet we do!"
He got in position, lubed his cock, and asked, "You ready, baby?"  I nodded
and he pushed, not inch by inch, but in one long slide as he said, "I'll be
damned, you're still tight!"  I heard myself going, "ohhh ... ohhhhh
... OHHHH!" and then he was in and I felt his balls laying against my
tailbone and then ...

Nothing.  I looked up and saw him looking down at me smiling, holding
perfectly still .  As I looked into his nearly black eyes, he said, "You
are such a beautiful man."  I think I blushed as I jokingly said, "Oh,
really?  And what do you find so beautiful about me?"  He began a nice,
slow rocking motion, moving methodically in and out of my hole as he
thought.  "Well, you have beautiful hair.  Very few men your age have a
full head of blond hair and the way the sunlight plays on it ..."  He
lifted a hand to run his fingers through my hair, tousling it.  Then he
said, "And you have beautiful blue eyes that sparkle when you're
embarrassed." and I blushed again as he said, "Just like that."

"Alright, alright," I laughed at him.  "Are you going to spend our time
together complimenting my 'beauty' or are you going to fuck me?"  He
replied, "Oh?  So it's a fucking you want, is it?  Well then, a fucking you
shall have!" and with that he began plowing his long black cock into my ass
like it was his intention to shove it all the way through me!  Every thrust
raised my ass off the bed and banged my sore head against the bed board.
"I was going ... to take ... my time ... and see ... how long ... I could
last," he grunted on each in-stroke.  Then he paused, slapped my ass (Damn!
I was gonna have a bruise!) and said, "But now I think I'm just gonna give
it to you hard and fast."  He went right back to banging me (my poor head!)
with ever-increasing speed.  I took ahold of my cock to see if I could beat
him to the finish line.  After four men in an hour or so, it was achingly
hard and more than ready for release as I started stroking it furiously.  I
hadn't had a jack off contest since I was a boy and though that was nothing
like this, I still wanted to win, if at all possible ... and I really
needed to cum!

"That's it, baby!  Beat that meat for me!  Stroke it faster ... faster!  Oh
yeah, baby!  You look so fucking hot!  All that chest hair!  Shoot that
load!  Shoot it all over your bear chest!" and that's all it took.  I
didn't understand his reference to a "bear" (I wasn't that hairy, was I?)
and at that moment, I didn't care.  My cum blasted out of my cock like it
rarely did, landing on my belly, my face and yes, in my chest hair!  "Oh
fuck, that's so hot!  So fucking hot!  You beat me, you old bear!" he
hollered.  "But ... not ... by ... much!" and with that and a loud roar of
"FFUUCCKK!" he shoved in deep and began to cum in my ass.

He dropped my legs and fell on top of me, unmindful of the globs of white
cum decorating my torso.  He slid his hands under my back and kissed me
with those full lips of his, attacking my mouth like he was trying to
capture it.  He kept on grinding his cock into me, going for all the depth
he could get and with his XL sized fuck stick, he was bottoming out in me
on every thrust.  I heard the squishy sound of his cum being forced out of
my ass by his thickness and it ran down my crack.  After God only knows how
long, he slowed to a stop, put his head in the hollow of my neck and gave a
deep, satisfied sigh.  "I don't remember the last time I had a better fuck
than you, baby ... if I ever have," he whispered.  I ran my hands over the
sweaty muscles of his toned back and he made a soft, almost purring sound
deep in his throat.

We lay there, each of us enjoying our private thoughts until his softening
cock slipped out of my cum-filled hole.  He rolled off of me and into a
sitting position on the side of the bed.  He smeared my cum around on my
belly, dipping his finger into the puddle of my navel, and held it up to my
mouth.  I sucked it clean and he said, "Want a shower, beautiful?" and I
thought, all things considered, it was probably a good idea.  "Thanks," I
said, "I believe I will."  He stood up and walked into the bathroom.  What
a view, watching his solidly round ass (have you ever noticed how so many
black men have such round asses?), and I wondered what it would taste like?
Where the hell did that thought come from?

But I knew ... it came from the memory of a red-haired ass pressed into my
face and a musky scented hole that almost seemed to suck my tongue into
itself.  Rusty had such a gorgeous ass ... as pale and lily white as this
one was a rich, dark brown.  I smiled as the words "vanilla" and
"chocolate" lept unbidden to my mind and I wondered if they would taste
differently.  About five minutes later, I was to answer that question when
I found myself down on my knees, my tongue buried in my Hershey hunk's
sweet hole.  It may not have tasted like candy (Hell, it didn't taste like
any flavor I could identify!  Chicken, maybe?) but it sure tasted good and
I ate him out as he lathered his hard-again cock.

After a few minutes of me working his tight pucker, with him keeping up a
steady commentary on how "fucking fantastic" I was making him feel and what
a "good ol' cum pig" I was, he spun around quickly and shoved his
still-soapy cock in my mouth.  He got it buried it to the hilt and just in
time as the first blast of cum shot down my throat.  He held my head still
with his pulsing prick all the way in me as he unloaded one more time into
my body.  I couldn't believe there was still that much cum in him after the
load he fucked into (and out of) my ass less then 15 minutes ago!

"Damn!" he gasped out.  "It's been a long time since I got my rocks off
twice in less than an hour!  Or in one day, for that matter!  You're not
only beautiful, you're the best cocksucker I've ever had ... and I've had a
few.  You must've been doing this a real long time to be so damn good at
it!"  If he only knew that before today ... oh well, it didn't matter.  But
I was glad that he found me so ... talented?

As we got out and dried off, he used his towel on my back, seeming to enjoy
drying my ass a little longer than necessary.  "Hot damn, that's one
helluva nice ass!  I don't suppose you'd ever want to spend the night with
me so I could really make use of it?  I would fuck you 'All Night Long',
baby," he sang in a passable Lionel Ritchie voice.  I chuckled and said,
"More than I can say, but I am married."  He looked surprised and
stuttered, "Really?  I'd have thought ... I mean, with all you did in the
men's room at the park ... and with all you did with me ... I'm sorry, but
I thought you were gay, man."

So there you have it.  Like I said, life can be ... unpredictable.  Last
Spring, a mature, straight, married man.  And today, I was a slut, a bear,
a pig and gay.  Nobody who knew me would have believed it.  Hell, I don't
think I was ready to believe it myself.  I smiled at my "friend" and said,
"Don't worry about it.  Anybody else would have thought the same thing."
We dressed and he walked me to the door.  "My name's Tony," he said.  "I'm
married, too."  I reckon I could have feigned surprise and made some crack
about thinking he was a gay man, too.  But instead, I stuck out my hand and
said, "I'm Ronnie."  He awkwardly shook my hand.  I wanted to put him at
ease, so I said, "Hey, it's no big thing.  Just two horny guys who needed a
little something their wives can't give 'em, right?"  He smiled and said,
"Right!  That's exactly right."  Then he looked worried and said, "But
please, don't ever come back here."  I told him, "Don't worry, Tony.  Your
secret is safe with me."  I winked and gave him a quick kiss and then I was
out the door and on my way back to work.

Once I was back at the agency, I touched base with the receptionist and was
given a boatload of messages.  In my office, I sat down at my desk chair
and was immediately reminded of my tender ass from two hard fuckings and
too much spanking.  I discreetly reached behind me to rub the tender flesh
and the pain I felt made me start to get hard again!  This is nuts!  Why
would being spanked turn me on in any way, shape, or form?  I never liked
it as a kid and I sure as hell did not like it now ... did I?

I put the confusion out of my mind and got busy on the messages that had
piled up in my absence thinking work would take my mind off of the past two
hours.  I was not yet ready to puzzle out the implications of how I'd spent
my lunch break or the two times I'd been in the barn with Rusty.  The last
message in the stack just said "Call ASAP", so I dialed and waited.  After
a few rings, a low voice said, "Hello." and I said, "Hi!  This is Ron
Johnson at Ozark Insurance, returning your call."

I heard a velvety chuckle as my caller said, "Hello, Ronnie.  It's Rusty.
If you're not too busy, I thought you might like to stop by for a drink on
your way home tonight?"