Date: Wed, 6 Oct 2004 04:56:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Before Seattle -- Part II

A new adventure based on the true experiences of a married bisexual.

By Billy Jay Dee

"Sure!"  he said tossing his towel aside. He scooted forward on the cedar
bench as I leaned over to suck his cock.  He had a nice seven-incher with
a big head and a strong lean to the left.  I went to deep-throating him
as my right hand slid along his six-pack belly.  I love the feel of a
fuzzy body.

My left hand found my own dick beneath my towel.  Blondie was starting to
ride in and out of my mouth, lifting his hips off the bench and scooting
his balls ever closer to my mouth.  Whenever he popped from between  my
lips, I'd ask if he was enjoying himself.

 "Oh yeah," he replied with ever increasing  enthusiasm.  At one point
I turned me head to see if we had an appreciative audience and discovered
the OG w/BE was watching from close by.  Blondie's oversized cockhead
found its way back into my mouth. His long narrow shaft was wet and
smooth and clean.  He slid it in and out of me with ever increasing
rapidity.  The middle finger of my right hand honed in on his hole and
started moving in.

 In response he moved his well-muscled ass off the bench and spread his
thighs further.  Someone lifted the towel up off my loins. Blondie panted
heavily now, with ever more appreciative phrases slipping from his
lips. I braced myself against the bench and he gently held my head in
place with his right hand while he fucked my suctioning mouth.

I felt a cold breeze slide across my exposed  bottom just as  Blondie
came in almost tastless warm spurts.  He thanked me profusely as he
hurried from the sauna.  I turned to see if the OG w/BE was ready and
stared into Mitch's black eyes instead.

I'd encounterd Mitch here before.  He was crouched on the bench above my
ass.  The OG w/BE watched from the door.  Mitch is built like a god.
"BLACK" is tatooed above one perfect pec, "WHITE" above the
other. Beneath, his sides, which flank a perfect abdomen and narrowing
torso, are tatooed with the heavily engraved gates of Heaven. And there
lies something worth worshiping -- his ever hard, ever ready, thick
greased eight-inch cock.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I replied leaving my mouth agape.

OG w/BE saw the look on my face and apparently detected no hope for
himself.  He turned to leave.  "Nice ass," Mitch declared from on
high.  That stopped him.

"I've got a room. How about you guys come up?"  Mitch said. He has
eyes more earth brown that black that race from intense seriousness to
unfettered delight as quickly as a lightning bolt flashes across a
storm-darkened sky. Of course, I said yes. OG w/BE passed. Can you
believe that?