Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2004 04:18:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Billy Jay Dee Subject: Before Seattle -- Parts 5 and 6 Another story based on the true-life adventures of a married bisexual man. Before Seattle -- Part 5 By Billy Jay Dee Well you know Mitch -- the expressionless night-clad eyes, throbbing perfect rod and then the body of a Greek god cast in polished bronze. But the best part this time around was he wanted me! Again! But, maybe more cautiously. Once the door locked, he swung me on my back and perched over my chest. He slid the bulbous head of his cock within range of my lips and tongue, but saved the shaft to stroke himself. He hunkered over me, his angelic frame swaying sensuously. Each long twisting stroke or drop of precum would make his face burst into a smile that faded before his storming eye as he gazed down at me trying to decide what to do next. He pinched precum off the head of his dick and smeared it like battle paint high on the right cheek below my eye. He stuffed the head of his rod in the gaping abyss of my mouth. A sigh, so giant, escaped his lips that it forced his shoulders back and jet black eyes up. His free hand followed the sigh heavenward, stroking his rippled belly, chiseled frame and perfectly round pecs. He was panting. His little round mouth formed what was almost a smile. His black orbs drilled into my blues as he stroked his cock downward into my face. He pulled it out, stained my face with precum again. He was jerking hard now. His breathe coming in spasms. "You going to fuck me now?" I asked, as I began rolling my cock across my abdomen. His flint-black hintless eyes gazed down upon me from on high. His knees and marbled thighs pinned my shoulders to the bed. His free hand reached into the steaming pit of my left arm. He brought the acrid scent to his nostrils. "Want to fuck me?" I asked breathlessly, as my six incher started ache with the need for more friction from my hand. Wordless, he shoved his cock back into my waiting mouth. He leaned back, moved my right leg to the side and shoved a finger halfway into my tangy ass. That too rose to his nostrils. "Nah. I'm gonna shoot a load into your mouth." He spread more precum on my forehead, then his left hand held my helpless face in place while the right pumped load after load of creamy tasting cum into my waiting mouth. He fell back into the wall. Fell back into his river god pose. He watched me shoot all over my belly without word or expression. His cell phone rang. He started talking. I wrapped my towel around me. He shook my hand, called me by name, locked the door behind me and I assume went back to talking on the phone. Before Seattle -- Part 6 Another story based on the true-life adventures of a married bisexual man. I'd had fun at the Club, but my ass still ached for a rod in it. Fortunately, the next night the bears met. The bears of Seattle met the first Saturday of every month. I always try to be there. "Wall to wall fur," as they say. I had several people to say "hi" to -- old acquaintances and new pen pals. So, I awkwardly worked the room and finagled introductions out of folks who'd just met me to their friends. Awkward at first, but the beer was cheap and the bears were friendly, so I (as usual) had a good friend. Then I ran into the pair of carrot-topped tops I'd been e-mailing. "Let us buy you a drink." "A Budweiser?" "Don't you want a man's drink?" "Jose Cuervo?" "Make it two barkeep!" I was led around by a ruddy hand. I was introduced to everyone. Got left to guard the beers. Got introduced to their out of town guys. Got dragged to the bar to help carry the next round back to our table. "Hey, while we are standing here, let me introduce you to our friend, the legendary Dan." Husky Dan stood right behind me, breathing down my neck. Breathing DOWN my neck; which means he's tall. I like that. He wasn't as tall as my boyfriend, but he was at least 6 feet. All I saw was a killer smile framed in a brunette goatee. I don't know what we talked about, maybe the tequila had taken effect. I only remember wanting to kiss those lips. Dan seemed to like that idea. His kisses were warm and wet and tender, passionate yet controlled. I didn't remember a make-out session like that since my best friend and I took a drunken trip to the state capital. We wandered around a bit then hung out with his friends. "Does he like tequila?" I asked one of the red heads. "What do you think makes him legendary?" We left soon after that. Got to his place and got naked. We made out again. Made out like I haven't, well, since that trip to Juneau. As we kissed my left hand reached beneath his belly and found a long dick. Not nearly as big as my boyfriend's, but nice! Almost hard enough, too!. I started stroking and to help the cause I asked. "So why are you legendary?" Bashfully he told of a dinner party at his friend's house. Everything was fine until he got left alone with one of the guests. When dinner was served and the hosts came looking for him, Dan was butt-banging a perfect stranger in the middle of their living room. Next thing I know, my ankles are hoisted in the air and I'm getting butt banged by Dan, who is on his knees in the middle of the bed. He came quickly in a healthy quantity and we fell asleep. I woke early and roughly stroked his semihard cock to arouse him. "Why don't you climb up on that thing?" he grunted, groggily. I obliged, alternating pounding up and down with grinding my butt into his groin. He liked the latter and came quickly again. Another healthy load, too, that leaked out of my ass onto his hairy pubes and balls. I cuddled in his arms and jerked off as he asked me arousing questions. Apparently, Dan liked that, too, because he came again. Before Seattle -- The End I had fun in the Emerald City, but I was glad to be headed home to my best friend's company and my boyfriend's bed. Home will be good, but so will Dan next time I'm down. I got his phone number.