Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 22:00:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Dog Bones by Billy Jay Dee

Dog Bones
By Billy Jay Dee

(Based on a true adventure)

He stared at Duke like a hungry dog drooling over a
new bone, then looked the taller man up and down
twice. "He" was a big guy with square shoulders,
curly black hair, heavy frame, hairy chest as far as
Duke could tell and a big hooked nose. Meanwhile, the
big guy never stopped with the pitch to his lunch
companion about a private school.

At 6'1", 200 pounds with a full head of salt and
pepper hair and moustache, Duke occasionally got the
once over, but never so blatantly by such a straight
looking guy. Knowing the Frye would be busy, he'd
come early to save a table for Sean and himself. He
chose one near the appreciative bear. About the time
he wondered if the guy would look his way again, the
door leading to the museum opened.

"Duke!" Sean called as he took the few steps into
the cafe.

Duke smiled, as though he'd forgotten how cute his
"regular thing" was -- late thirties, slim (maybe
170 pounds) with broad shoulders, pitch black hair and
moustache, and a gleaming smile. Today Sean wore a
hand knit sweater and black slacks tight across his
pelvis. Duke rose to greet him. They shook hands and
went to order.

They kept the conversation innocent during lunch, only
lowering their voices to discuss whether the
lust-crazed hedonism of the local bathhouses made up
for their lack of intimacy and passion. Duke kept an
eye on their burly neighbor, but no blush or glance
indicated he'd overheard them.

When Duke and Sean finished picking the pork chops
clean, a pregnant pause fell over the table.  Then
with a wink they were out the door and headed for
Duke's hotel.

The elevator carried passengers besides them. The
hallway contained the cleaning people. So, Sean and
Duke didn't touch until safely in the room.  Duke
grabbed Sean by his shoulders and gave him a quick
kiss, the shorter man's 12-o'clock shadow scraping
his chin.

"What's the view out the window?" Sean asked,
heading to the bathroom to pee.

Duke checked him out in the bathroom mirror, then they
checked out the view.  As they stood face to face, Sean
pulled back the sheer to reveal the Seattle skyline.
When he let it drop, Duke dropped his pants and they
both started stripping.  They undressed quickly.

Sean's body was as white as his facial complexion.
Duke always enjoyed his flat, firm belly, slim hips
and shoulders a little broader than the average. He
had a dabbling of black hair on his chest. Duke, as
usual, undressed more quickly and plopped his bare
butt down on the bed to get a better view.

Sean unbuckled his black leather belt and they pried
his ready eight incher out of his shorts. The
stiffened cock popped straight at Duke -- thin with a
nicely shaped thick head, a knotted blue vein on the
right side and small hairless balls beneath.
Carefully, Duke leaned forward to place his mouth
around the shiny crown. Sean shoved him back on the
bed and jumped aboard. The top of Sean's thighs lifted
the taller man's longer legs up in the air as he slid
up his hairless chest.

With a twist of his head Sean nipped at Duke's right
nipple as the head of his cock banged against the
bottom's bunghole.  Duke couldn't handle the pain
of teeth twisting his nipple. He pushed Sean away.

Sean took that to mean he wanted a blowjob and happily
slurped at his dick. Duke smiled in delight and
squirmed his hips and shoulders on the quilt like a
dog rolling in the grass. But Duke's six-inch dick
didn't start growing.

"I went the movies this morning," Duke admitted,
"to get cranked up for this afternoon. My hand got
out of control and I, um, don't think anything'll
happen."

Standing on his knees above Duke, Sean wagged his
right index finger wagged back and forth.

"Shame, shame." Then he rolled Duke on his side
while spreading his legs and admiring his ass.  "I
know what you'll like. Get your knees on the
floor."

As Duke knelt, belly on the bed, Sean knelt behind
him, slipped on the condom, and shoved that gleaming
head in doggy style.  Duke gasped, but Sean's cock
drove no further. He just left Duke there impaled,
until Duke couldn't resist and pushed his ass
backwards. Sean replied with a slow steady invasion
of the taller man's bottom.  In another second he
was all the way in.  The first stroke made Duke gasp
again, then he got into the doggy rhythm and stretched
his arms out across the quilt to enjoy the ride.

Sean's muscular thin fingers barely touched the
bottom's white cheeks as he rammed in and out of
Duke.  As they got the rhythm down, Sean's thighs
made a "whack, whack, whack" sound against Duke's ass.

The bottom's breath came faster and faster.  He
arched his back so Sean's hungry cock could burrow
deeper into his ass, but with the first stroke he
froze.

"What?" Sean barked in concern.

"We need to talk," Duke said slowly.

"Okay."

"I need to use the bathroom or there's going to be
a mess."

Sean howled in relief.

"That's okay?"

"Sure," Sean assured him, while prying himself off
that fantastic ass.

Duke returned from the bathroom to find Sean spread
eagle on the bed face up, cock sheathed and ready for
action. He crawled across Sean, squatted over his 8
inches of meat and sat down.

"Oh, yeah," Sean sighed pulling and pushing on
Duke's thick waist as he rose and fell. "Does
that feel good?"

"Mmmmm, oh, yeah," Duke grunted then added after a few
more strokes:  "I'm all comfy now.  We can do it
anyway you want."

"Really?" Sean asked.

Once he got an assuring nod from his panting lover, he
grabbed Duke's left ankle and right shoulder. With
more strength than would seem likely in his slim
frame, he rolled the twosome over without letting his
cock miss a stroke. Even more amazing he lifted
Duke's bottom higher in the air dead-lifting him
by his ankles.  With Duke's ankles around his own
ears and standing on his knees, Sean pounded the
wanting butt with the all his body weight. His eyes
glazed over with passion. As his strokes got harder
and faster the look of surprise on Duke's face gave
way to encouragement.

As Sean's own breath came in rapid gasps, he pulled
himself up one of Duke's legs and gnawed on the
calloused part of one heel and then the other.  He
forced Duke's right leg across his chest rolling him
on to his side, then slid in behind to spoon him
until, with repeated gasps, he dropped a big load
inside the other man's bottom.  His cock, as usual,
remained hard.

"Want to cum?" Sean asked.

Duke just smiled in response.

Later, they moved on to the neighborhood watering
hole where they drank beer and complained about their
wives.  When Sean headed for home, Duke gulped down a
hot dog at the bar then headed to the hotel for a quick
shower and check-in with the family back home. Then
he loped off to the Cuff to meet his blind date,
Bruno.

Duke loitered near the pool table in a white
button-down dress shirt as agreed.  His blue eyes got
so engrossed chasing the balls across the table he
neglected to worry about Bruno arriving on time. When
he looked up from the green, he spotted a younger guy
in line at the bar that could easily be Bruno. The
guy reminded Duke of one of his college roommates.
(There's some fantasy material!)

It was Bruno. He waved to Duke, dealt with the
bartender and then bounded across the room with a 7-Up
in hand.

Bruno proved to be a beefy big boy a little shorter
than Duke. He moved with a casual swing of the hips
and shoulders beneath his black leather jacket. He
kept the thinning hair on his big head short. He
hadn't shaved in a while.  He grinned broadly and
sighed audibly with relief when he recognized Duke.

As he approached the older man he stuck out a hairy
paw.  "Glad you could make it, Duke."

"Bruno!" Duke responded with a smile and admiring
glance at his e-date's stocky frame.

Bruno wiggled into a spot next to Duke along the wall.
Duke's hungry eyes followed him there, at which
time Bruno's gaze darted away drifting to his
7-Up can.

He began with a gulp and then said, "We got
to talk, man."  Getting a nod from Duke, he
continued.  "I've got a problem.  It's not a
disease or anything." He looked up with big puppy
eyes. "I've got a urinary tract infection."

Before he could continue, Duke flinched as though by
reflex.

"It hurts like hell," Bruno added, still staring
up at Duke.

"Been there, done that!" the older man admitted
with a little bow of his head.

"So, we won't be able to play this time. But,
I'd really like to hang out with you.  Introduce you
to my friends?" he ended weakly.

Duke glanced as his beer, thought better of delaying
his response by drinking and said, "Hmm, lose a lover,
gain a friend?  I guess, I can do that."

Once more Bruno's big frame relaxed with relief.

"Thanks for being so understanding, man. We can play
next time."

Bruno seemed to enjoy Duke's company, but fidgeted
nervously as they made chitchat.

Finally, he admitted, "I got to go pee. This is
going to hurt like a big dog!"

Duke nodded.

"Want to see my dick?"

Bruno had bragged about its size in the ad that Duke
answered. Duke laughed and they headed to the trough
in the bathroom. Bruno, on Duke's right, unbuttoned
his pants, pried his shorts off his cock and shivered
when he picked up his tender rod with his right hand.
Duke sucked in his breath in sympathy for the pain,
then again at the size of that puppy. It was as thick
as Duke's wrist. The first squirt of pee rocketed
Bruno to the tips of his toes and forced a gasp from
his mouth.  Duke placed a gentle hand on his back so
he wouldn't fall back.  Shuddering Bruno let loose
the rest of the stream.  Duke walked his date back to
where they were standing and made sure to avoid
discussing anything that might make Bruno's dick
twitch.

When the Red Club meeting at the back of the complex
broke up, Bruno's friends joined them.  Max was
another big beefy boyish thirty something, but lacking
Bruno's bearish charms and innate sensuality.  His
other friend sported a shaved head and dog collar.
They called him Spike. They too wore black leather
jackets. Duke seemed to enjoy conversing with
everyone in the group, but his blue eyes kept drifting
back to Bruno's grizzled chin and boyish grin. He
looked that way when a big guy with square shoulders,
curly black hair, heavy frame, and a big hooked nose
peeked in the room from the adjoining area.  When
Duke looked again, "hooked nose" was gone, but a
manly pair against the far wall began putting on a
show.

"Check it out," Duke mumbled interrupting Max.
Everyone grinned. Bruno kindly went to stand with
some other friends as a screen for their passion. Max
and Duke booed him for his courtesy and then started
cruising the complex hoping to run down some bears.
Bruno eventually, packed up with Spike and a couple
other members of the club to tell him what he missed
during the meeting.  Max and Duke tracked down a
couple of bears, but it didn't escape Max's notice
that Duke looked guilty over his shoulder in Bruno's
direction whenever they discussed trapping a bruin for
the evening.

"It was nice meeting, you guys," Duke said with an
embarrassed grin as he offered Max his hand.

"Likewise! Make sure you say 'bye to Bruno," Max
insisted.

Duke found Bruno shoulder to shoulder with his
buddies at the bar.  "Nice meeting you," he called
over their leather-clad backs, and then laid a hand on
Bruno's shoulder. "Hope to see you next time I'm
in town."

"I'll hear from you before then right? Tomorrow?"

"Next week," Duke promised with a wink.

Bruno smiled back, then returned to lapping at his
7-Up while his friends gnawed on a couple of topics
leftover from their meeting.

Duke headed for the Eagle. After making a circuit of
the leather club and finding no action out back, he
found a perch on the second floor overlooking the bar
below.  He'd just taken a sip of his beer and looked
around someone slid by him with a soft "Excuse
me."  Duke turned to look and found himself eye to eye
with a winking, smiling big guy with square shoulders,
curly black hair, heavy frame, and a big hooked nose.
Duke laughed and joined the big guy up against the far
wall.

"How's it going?" the stranger asked, shifting
from foot to foot.

"Good. How's it going with you?" Duke responded, as he
looked the guy up and down.

"I'm doing real good," the guy replied as his
left hand cupped Duke's butt. Duke could have
guessed that by the way the big guy's Levis
pushed out. "Like what you see?"

"Yeah," Duke responded with a nod of his head.

"Can I fuck ya?"

Duke's eyes opened wide with surprise. "Ah, ah,
sure!  You ready to go?"

"You got a place near here?"

"A hotel half a mile away."

"Oh," the big guy barked with a little jump. "I'm with
somebody.  I can't really leave."

Duke's brows furrowed in confusion.

"There's a bathroom downstairs that locks. We could go
there."

Duke slowly nodded once, turned to head downstairs
and thought better of it.  "The floor was kinda wet,
last time I was there."

"Yeah," the big guy responded with a dumb grin
and shrug of his shoulders.

"Maybe, next time," Duke suggested with a tilt of
his head, his smile no longer present.

"Sure?" the big guy asked.

Duke returned to the post he had been leaning against,
shaking his head.  He took a big swig of beer to wash
a bad taste out of his mouth and returned to scanning
the bar. An older guy further along the right hand
wall had caught Duke's eye before. Duke headed that
way. The guy still stood at attention there. He wore
a stern, but not ferocious or unfriendly expression.
He kept his once-blonde hair military short and
cropped.  His body showed the development of years of
exercise, now softened by age and ease.  His XXL
t-shirt proudly bore the Marine Corp logo. A web
belt and khakis finished his outfit.

"How's it going tonight?" Duke asked, strolling
by.

"Just fine," came a chipper reply. "How's it
going with you tonight, sir?"

Duke had to be 15 years younger than the speaker, but
that slightly southern terse tone he recognized as
military always turned him on. So, he replied,
"Great" as he leaned up against the bar to talk
to the guy.

"Why don't we all just scoot over here out of
the way, so we don't block traffic," he suggested
sweetly.

They were, so they did.

"You can call me Bucky."

"Duke."

Duke wasn't surprised to find out Bucky was
retired military. Bucky didn't balk when Duke
admitted to being in Seattle to visit his doctors.
Duke admitted to being at the Cuff earlier.  Bucky
said he'd only gotten to the Eagle recently.  He
came late in hopes of some action. Bucky's eyes had
never met Duke's up 'til now. They were both smiling
when their gazes finally engaged.

"Your place or mine?" Duke whispered.

"We need to talk," Bucky commanded.

So, they fetched another pair of drinks and sat on a
bench on the first floor. Bucky asked if "this"
would hurt Duke's marriage.  "Might improve it,
actually."  If Duke would mind Bucky's crowded
apartment. "Bigger than my hotel room and you
probably have videos to watch."

"Allergic to cats?"

"No."

"Mind the fact I'm 57?"

"No. Sort of like that."

Bucky, once again didn't make eye contact. "Am I
being too weird?"

"No, but you don't seem too enthused."

"We can do this."

"But, do you want to?"

Bucky turned with piercing eyes and looked Duke square
in the face. "Let's just say my dick has a mind
of its own."

Duke reached discreetly between Bucky's large hard
thighs and felt a definitive "yes" vote. They
stood up and walked the few blocks to Bucky's
apartment. Once in the door, Buck kissed Duke quickly,
introduced the cat, and added "I had a dog, too,
once," vaguely pointing towards the wall.  Then he
slipped thru a curtain of beads and shells to get them
something to drink. That left Duke to greet the cat
and admire the lifetime of artwork cramped into the
tiny apartment: Persian rugs on the walls,
Scandinavian
sculpture, and miniature bronze Buddhas.

Bucky returned with a glass of Late Harvest Riesling
for both. then led Duke to the Murphy bed in the
corner. Stripping quicker than Duke, Bucky ended up
naked laying on his back.

"Suck it," he directed Duke in a deep voice.

Duke acquiesced with pleasure, first leaning across
the bigger man to kiss his little lips. As they made
out Duke's hand found Bucky's love tool.
It was very thick with a big head, adorned at the base
with plump hairy balls.

"Just the way I like them," he growled without adding
he preferred shorter ones that didn't rearrange his
insides.

He hoisted the soldier's legs in the air, alternately
licking and sucking Bucky's thick seven incher. A
smile graced his lips whenever he glanced up at his
lover.  Then he rolled Bucky's feet up higher and
started licking his crack.

"Yeah, yeah! Fuck that asshole with your tongue,"
he commanded.

Duke rimmed and circled and probed with his tongue
until he couldn't stand it any more and gave his own
cock some action by dropping it onto the up turned
butt and stroking away between the two fuzzy cheeks.

"Let me suck you now," Bucky pleaded.

Making sure not to kick the mirrored headboard or
knee Bucky's head, Duke spun around into a
sixty-nine position.  While slurping and licking on
Buck's thick boner, Duke managed to work his fingers
through the older man's fat butt cheeks and wiggle a
finger up to the doorstep of his ass.  Bucky while
sucking Duke's dick, proved better at invading his
buddy's ass.  With his middle finger firmly up
Duke's ass, Bucky began stroking in and out.  Duke
responded by stretching out and pushing back against
the anal invasion.

"Want it up the ass?"

Pulling the stubby cock out of his mouth, Duke said,
"Oh, yeah."

Bucky leapt from the bed, ran to the bathroom and
quickly returned with supplies. He rolled on the
condom while Duke lubed up his ass. Bucky sprawled out
on the bed, Duke clamored across him, squatted above
his prone pal and lined up the head of Bucky's cock
and his own asshole. With a shove, the head slipped
in, but that was as far as the big dog got. Duke
grunted and exhorted himself, but couldn't seem to
slide any further down the broad staff.

"Sorry, buddy. I can't.  I should have used..."

Strong stubby fingers interrupted him as they grasped
his shoulders.

"Take it like a man," came the command from below.

With that, Duke shifted his weight back and with a
gasp impaled himself on the thick bayonet between the
soldier's thighs.  Bucky began thrusting up wildly and
within a strokes, Duke rushed his ass downward to meet
the thrusts.

"Yeah, that feels good!" Duke moaned.

Bucky only smiled in response and kept jabbing
upward, but finally said, "It feels like a mess
too."  He laughed.  "I guess you should have used
the bathroom, first. Would you think it weird if I
went and cleaned up."

Bucky tossed his lover onto his back and padded off to
the bathroom.  Duke laid back and admired the
hand-painted masks from Mexico that had been enjoying
the show.  Duke enjoyed watching Bucky clean up, too.
Duke returned with a new condom and new hardon.

"Let's do it doggy style this time.  Back up to
the edge of the bed."

Duke obliged and got to enjoy the show in the
mirrored headboard. Bucky standing rigidly on the
floor beside the bed, a determined look on his face,
his hips slamming into Duke's ass, his right hand
alternately striking Duke's left cheek and saluting
it.  From the mirror, Duke got the impression that the
hand carved African warrior on the bookshelf also
liked watching the perspiring top at his work.

"I'm sweating like a bitch in heat. I gotta
clean up again."

Duke relaxed while his lover made another trip to the
bathroom, but upon return he needed help getting hard
the third time. TheY fucked again, doggy style, but
the older man's strength gave out quickly.

"How about we jerk off together?"

Duke jumped onto the floor next to his retired lover.
They stood face to face, stroking their cocks side by
side, until Bucky shot a big blast oF jism onto
Duke's dick and their left hands, which they'd
spread below their dangling balls to keep spew off
the Persian rug.

When Buck finished, he forced the big soft head of his
dick up against the straining head of Duke's hard
dick. Duke's precum oozed over the other man's cock
head, greasing the pee slit where Duke finally came,
shooting a load into the small triangle of blonde
pubic hair on Buck's belly.

As Duke licked the cum off his hands, Bucky went to
the bathroom to clean up again.

"I know this might sound weird, but you want to
watch a video?"

"Porno?"

"No. Some sci-fi classics in black and white."

"An old Steve Reeve's movie?" Duke joked.

"No, Claude Raines as "The Invisible Man," Buck
answered.

Duke wasn't fond of the ending, so they settled on
one of the Star Trek movies, cuddling, commenting on
the studs on the screen and sipping wine until Duke
fell asleep.

Duke awoke late the next morning to find himself
cuddled up close to Bucky for warmth beneath the
single sheet on the Murphy bed.  Bucky laid beside him
already awake. With a whispered "Good morning",
the older man began plying his sleepy lover with
compliments about the night before, saying how long
since his last lover and how good Duke was in bed.


"And?" Duke asked in a knowing tone.

"Remember, how I said my dick has a mind of its
own."

Duke reached beneath their sheet.  Sure enough, that
squat soldier felt ready to go again.  Duke gave him a
good tongue-lashing and gulped down the creamy
breakfast. Then conversation turned to the jet Duke
needed to catch, and Bucky's lunch date.

Duke dressed quickly.  Bucky walked him to the door.

"I hope I wasn't too weird, last night," Bucky
apologized as he tightly bear hugged Duke goodbye.

Duke found himself looking over the older man's
shoulder at the urn on the far wall containing the
last remains of his late dog. As the same time, Duke
noticed the bone between Bucky's thighs was thinking
again.

"No, you weren't too weird. I had a great time."

Duke whistled in the morning sunlight while walking
back to his hotel.