Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 08:08:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Before Seattle -- Part III

Another story based on the true life adventures of a married bisexual
man.

By Billy Jay Dee

Mitch locked the door behind us as we entered his room. He dropped his
towel and bounced across the bed landing with his back against the wall,
arms supported
by pillows, legs sprawled across the sheet.  His stiff rod bobbed
somewhat upward. Those expressionless night-clad eyes gazed upon his
trobbing cock and then
rose to my blue eyes.

I threw myself down between his perfect thighs and began to worship his
golden idol.  He had the body of a Greek god cast in polished bronzes.

"God, you have a great body!" I exclaimed as my hands explored his
well-muscled bodyscape.

Delight flashed across his face. "You too," he lied. Then his eyes
returned to that darkened shade as cold and black as the eternal night of
space.

I sucked both of his perfect hairless balls into my mouth. Mitch liked
that. I licked his cock to gleaming.  My hands flowed up this firm belly
and rippled abdomen -- as flat and hard as polished marble.

"Nice belly."

"You, too."

He leaned from above my postrate form and squeezed my small pot belly
twice, pulled at my little six inch cock, rolled one leg over so he could
examine my asshole and
then leaned back again.  It's not that I believed I had a great body,
but to hear him say it assured me I was good enough to meet his
standards.

He pulled my head back onto his cock and gently started face-fucking me
again.  Occasionally, I lifted his balls to my mouth when pushing my chin
back to the mattress.
I  could see delight flash across his face.  For the most part his
assault was eerily
silent except for the slurping noises my mouth made around his drooling
cock and his heavy breathing.  The time before in Seattle, I'd been with
my boy friend, Ken. He's loud in his appreciation, affectionate to a
fault, and always loving and intimate, even when he's hammering me
hard.

At some point in the forced feeding of my 48-year-old face, Mitch's
hands let up the pressure on the nape of my neck. I looked up to the
Olympian heights of his face and found his eyes upon me as stern as
Jove's between lightning strikes in a night sky.  Without acknowledging
my presence, his stare turned to something else.

I followed his gaze to the mirrored wall.  There Mitch reclined like a
river god of antiquity. Powerful, beautiful, manly, rippled adbomen,
massive shoulders, bulging muscles, thighs like a hero. I laid at his
feet wallowing like a beached whale.  That was it!   I was going to suck
that shaft so hard he'd beg me to impale myself.  My head rose over his
lap and I plunged my mouth down onto his cock.  A finger reach for his
squeaky clean ass.

His hands gripped the back of my head and forced the thick mushroom of
his cock far to the back of my throat.  Too far.

What happen next wasn't erotic and didn't involve him cumming.  It did
require us to shower together.  And, though I apologized and he said it
was all right, I declined when he wanted me to return to his room.

"I'll walk around first and let my stomach settle. Then I'll be
up."   Which I was eventually.