Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 14:21:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike Natif <mnatif@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alibi

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				"Alibi" part one

Driving thru Illinois, watching nothing but flat land, corn fields and
telephone pole after pole whipping by has to be the most boring piece of
land in the country.  I'm sitting in the back seat, bored and miserable.
This was supposed to be a nice trip, just me and my dad, going to
Mississippi to visit my aunt.  I was looking forward to getting away from
my wife Ruby and my 2-year-old daughter Jennifer for a few days.  Instead I
have become an alibi again.

Well, at least I won't be doing any driving. You see, Bill my dad is
driving and sitting next to him is Betty.  Betty is not my mother.

 He has only done this in front of me once before.

It was a fall Saturday afternoon. Dad and I were going out to have a father
and son cocktail. It was a Sunday ritual. Mom would cook her southern
dishes. Today it was meatloaf, a little on the loose side, mashed potatoes,
and fried corn. After eating, Dad and I would go out to "wash the car" code
for having a few drinks.

We pulled into the parking lot of the Sheridan Inn

" Before we go in I have a few things we need to talk about. " he said

"What's that dad?"

"Your grown up now and you know about a mans needs. I love your mother more
than life itself but that doesn't stop the needs. I know you won't hurt
your mother. I'm meeting Anna from work to knock off a piece.  You can wait
in the bar. I won't be too long."

I felt disgusted. Not so much for him having an affair, I have not been
that great in the faithful department myself. I was disappointed in him for
using me as his alibi.

We got out of the car and walked toward the bar.

"You can have a piece of Anna too if you want." He said

'Oh my God,' I thought

You see, this presents all sorts of problems. Number one I'm gay. It's all
I can do to have sex with my wife.  I have been blessed with a vivid
imagination and fantasize about a nice big cock while I am having sex with
Colleen. I do care for her. That is what makes it possible. I absolutely
could not fake it with Anna, sloppy seconds too.  How would I look her in
the face tomorrow at work?

I sat down at the bar and ordered a vodka gimlet. Usually I'm a beer
drinker but I needed something to calm me down a bid.  I'm the only one at
the bar and the bartender is busy wiping all the liquor bottles clean.

What the hell am I going to do? I can't tell my dad I'm gay and I certainly
can't fuck Anna.  Maybe I could tell Anna...Fuck no. It would be all
over the shop the next day.

	"Excuse me, could I have another drink please?" I asked the
bartender.

	"Sure, same way" she said

	"Yes please"

I hate sitting at a bar alone. I seem to get drunk faster on less
liquor. There is no one here to talk to, to pass the time and I am just on
the verge of a full-blown panic attach.

I look at my watch. Its 5 till 6pm. What the fuck am I going to do? Dad
will disown me.

Its funny, I know he won't offer me the same protection from telling mother
my little secret.

	"Excuse me."

	"Would you like another one sir?"

	"Yes please."

Jesus, I don't want Anna to even see me here. I wish I could go home. I
don't think I could get it up now.  I just want to get this over with.

	"Hey son, you ready to go yet?" dad said

Thank God.

	"Sure let's go home," I slurred

He didn't offer me any of his seconds or an explanation.

				"Alibi" part two

I won't have that problem on this trip to MS. We are staying at the Ramada
Inn in Corinth. Separate rooms thank you. We are driving 14 hrs to see my
Aunt for about 5 Min so Pop can get his rocks off. At least they have a bar
at the motel.

At the Bar

Mississippi is a strange state for alcohol. Most of the state is dry with
little pockets here and there that are wet. The alcohol map changes too. At
this particular point in time "hard liquor " is allowed. Beer and wine is
not allowed.

The bar is packed. I've never seen a bar run like this before. Behind the
bar one person is filling glasses with ice. The other has a bar gun and
dispenses the booze and the mix. The waitress yells out her order, maybe 6
or 8 different drinks some with this, some without that. Nothing is in
writing. The guy just keeps moving his gun from one glass to the
next. Finally my vodka gimlet gets there.

There are a lot of cute guys here. I have had sex with guys, lots of
times. But usually I would just give someone a blowjob in the john and
that's it. It's always the same. Once a guy gets his blowjob he could care
less about the blower, especially if he is straight.

Yes that's right. I usually blow straight guys. I've never fucked or been
fucked by a guy. Never really wanted too. I figure if I was going to fuck
someone it should be Colleen.

 I sure would like to get a guy up in my room tonight. I have been thinking
of this problem the whole trip. I will just have to play it by ear.

The first thing is for me to check out the toilets.  So here goes nothing.

There are two urinals and two toilets. The partition between the urinals is
sufficient to make it difficult to peek at the guy next to you.  He would
have to be standing way back and you would have to be stretching his
neck. Not a good situation. The toilet stalls are clean, no writing on the
walls and most disappointing, no glory hole. The stall door does face the
urinals but you can't see through the crack in the door. Well back out for
another drink.

There are lots of neat looking guys here. One thing I always believe, there
is always a fag in every bar and always a straight dude ready to have his
cock sucked.  Most of these guys seem to have an awfully red neck though.

I made some eye contact with one guy that seems to be by himself. He could
be waiting for someone. I think he might be looking for the same thing I
am. I will keep my eye on him. Dad and Betty seem to be better occupied in
their room.

The guy is blond, slight of build about 145 lbs and 5ft 4in tall, clean
looking with a bit of a darker five o'clock shadow. I can't tell by his
bulge how big his cock is; just that he has something down there.

I finally had enough booze to head off to the toilet. Guess who is
following me in, the cute blond. I head directly to the urinal on the right
and he goes for the other one. I am so fucking horny I can't stand it. I am
afraid to be too obvious so I decided to take a step back and let him take
a peek of my hard 7 inches and find out if he is interested.

This must be what fishing is all about. I stood back. Took a leisurely
stroke to extract the last of the piss and a couple of shakes. I was
pretending it wasn't hard as a rock.

I got a nibble. He turned his head and focused his eyes into a stare
directly onto my turgid penis. I casually stuffed it back into my pants
washed my hands and left the room.

We both resumed our previous positions in the crowded bar. Now we were both
keeping close tabs on one another. I'm still not one hundred percent sure
though. One more test.

I'm off to the toilet again. There are two guys at the urinal, so I go to
the stall to piss and leave the door open. Bingo! Here comes the blond. The
two guys leave and he takes a spot at the urinal that gives him the best
view of me in the stall.  I decided to tuck in my shirt so I opened my belt
and paints, unzipped the fly. I don't wear underwear and was still hard as
a rock. I pulled on my cock like I was shaking off the cobwebs.

He was enjoying the show but I was still a little nervous. I was doing all
the flashing and he was watching.  As I walked past him I nodded and said
hi. He asked me if I wanted a drink.

I have him hook line and sinker now. But he is still not in the boat. Me,
being a big city boy, don't have a lot to talk about. I was racking my
brain trying to figure a way to get him into my room. Then it hit me.

"I have a little smoke up in my room. Would you care to join me?" I
nervously asked wondering if he was a cop.

"Yea I'd like that." he said with his thick southern drawl.

"I'm in room 303. Give me a couple of minutes and come on up"

Now that it appears everything is going my way, my stomach is really
getting tight. We have to get into my room without being seen by dad and
company who are across the hall. I did notice he did not get a key to my
room but that didn't mean he couldn't obtain one. At least the coast is
clear.

I hear a light tapping at the door. My heart is racing 100 Miles an hour
and I am scared stiff with excitement and fear. I may have given my share
of blowjobs but this is my first time to have full access to a man.  Yet I
am still not certain he wants anything more than a toke on a joint.

I open the door, "Come in." I said in a rather formal manner." I'm just
rolling it now. Have a seat make yourself comfortable."

I sat on the bed next to the nightstand and began cleaning the pot.  He sat
next to me on the bed close but not touching. My hands were trembling. I
spilt all the pot onto the nightstand for my first attempt to roll it.  I
could almost feel his breath on me yet we didn't speak. I felt this was
normal since I never exchanged name with a sex partner before.

	"Crap!" I said as the paper tore on my next attempt.

	"Relax. Would you like me to roll it?"

	"No, I'll get it. I'm just a little nervous."

I'm hoping once I smoke a little I will get enough nerve to make some kind
of move.

Finally I have it rolled. I gave up and used two papers. One to hold the
stuff together and another to plug the tear I made. Not professional for a
veteran pot smoker but it will work.

I lit the joint, took a deep inhale and passed it to him praying I would
not start a coughing jag.

He leaned over close to me. I thought he was stretching to reach the
ashtray on the nightstand. He turned his head towards me. I could smell
him. Just an odor that was he. Still a clean scent mixed with tobacco.
Then he placed his lips onto mine. I had never kissed a man on the lips
before.

I felt more than his lips. There was a little prickly feeling from his 5
o'clock shadow. I just maintained my position. Still I was uncertain how to
respond.

My body new how to respond, the pressure in my pants was becoming
unbearable. I was too scared to look at his groin but I was sure he was
responding too. I was beginning to feel some relief that he made the first
move when I let my lips part just a bit and I felt his tongue making some
inquiries. Looking for permission to enter and explore.

Our mouths became one. I twisted my face to feel more of the scratching
from his beard. This was a new experience. I had never thought or
fantasized of the roughness of two men's faces closely pressed together.  I
was dizzy with excitement.

Our excitement soon turned to hunger. With our lips still pressed together
he began to unbutton my shirt.  He was not doing this in a slow seductive
manner. He was a starved man opening a package of food that he intended to
devour. I quickly returned the favor and had him out of his shirt before he
competed mine.

We slid down the bed. He on his back, me on top with my legs spread
supporting me, his slender body in between. Our lips parted and I tasted
his beard trying to scrape the skin off my lips. I dragged them down under
his chin and neck. I needed to taste all of him. This may be the only man I
can have this way and I wasn't going to miss any opportunity. He was
thin. His chest was not huge but larger than his waste. He was not muscular
but in shape. He was about twenty-five. The same age as me. Not too much
hair. Unlike his face, his hair was soft.

I licked my way towards his right nipple.  Unsure what to do next I flicked
my tongue across the bud. He moaned and pushed his chest into my face. I
could not believe this was happening. Never before had I the time to
explore another man. I didn't know his name. I wanted to be with him
forever.

My hand slipped between our bodies searching for his belt buckle. I
released his and mine at the same time.  Now he was helping.

He undid his pants and slid them down and onto the floor. I was one huge
excited nerve. I had never seen a man's cock and balls from this vantage
point.  It was warm it the room. His balls were hanging loose in their
sack.  They were resting on the bed, legs spread and his cock pointing to
his face nearly reaching his belly button.  The flesh of his uncut cock
swollen to a throbbing warm firm piece of meat waiting for some attention

I wanted this to last forever. Taking my sweet time I undressed myself and
slipped back between his legs. I licked his left testicle and tried to slip
it into my mouth.

	"Oh yea." He moaned." Don't stop" I tried to suck in his other nut
but it was too large. I stroked his cock, feeling its heat and velvet-like
skin.  He smelled of fresh soap and tasted of salt.

I started to stroke my cock slowly at the same rhythm as his.  I put his
uncut cock into my moth running my tongue under the ridge of its head. I
followed the ridge to the back of the head and flicked my tongue up to the
piss slit.

I pushed my face all the way onto his hard pole. My nose was in his
pubes. I had tears in my eyes trying not to gag. I couldn't believe my good
fortune.

Knock, knock I heard from the door. I froze in my tracks. His cock was
still deep into my throat.

	" Mike, Are you there?" I heard the familiar voice of my father.

Still frozen with fear I felt the cock throbbing deep in my throat. We both
held our breath and waited to see what would happen. He struggled to get up
but I held my place. Hoping I would NOT hear the sound of keys.

" We're going down to get something to eat. Maybe we will catch up to you
latter?" I heard coming from the door. He seemed amused.


I slowly slid my mouth up to the end of his cock and plunged down again. He
and I were so close to climax. I wanted it to last but I could not control
myself. His cock was so hard. His balls picked up off the bed. I pulled my
mouth off and continued stroking both of us.

I looked up and all I could see was the mountain of a pulsing cock head
with the blurred face in ecstasy in the background. He started to shoot
first. The first strand went high in the air and landed on his left nipple.
The next two or three just dribbled over the top of the head.

I was struggling to keep coordinated enough to stroke both of us. Once I
saw him shoot I lost all control and lubricated my cock with the semen
flowing out of my dick.

I lay there looking at his cock. Doing everything I could to burn the
memory into my brain. To remember his scent, his balls, the wonderful taste
of his cock. I will never forget the feel of his face against mine.

Its over now. What if my dad comes back? What if he sees him leave the
room? The standard gay guilt starts to eat at you. Once someone in the
closet reached climax the weight of what you have done lands on you
shoulders.

	"Do you want to do it again?" he asked cheerfully

	"No!" I replied in complete confusion.

Why would he ask that kind of question? We are done and he has to go.

Disappointed he dresses and goes to the door.  We never exchanged names or
numbers. It just couldn't be done. I was in love for an afternoon, but not
enough to swallow. Not enough to fuck or be fucked. That I would save for
someone else.

Click, was all I heard as the door closed. My first lover was already
gone. I ran to the door. Still naked I opened it and looked out calling for
him to wait. My cock was already hard again. He was gone though. I would
never see him again. He seldom leaves my thoughts, some thirty years
latter. I crawled back into the bed and continued to beat off one more
time.

The next day we visited my Aunt for about 10 minutes and started back to
home.

	"By the way Mike I know you had someone in your room last night?"
dad said

	"Yeah?"

"Hey Mike. It's OK. I'm glad you found someone. I'm proud of you. I hope
she showed you a good time."

"Yeah, dad, thanks. She did."

END

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