Date: Tue, 17 Aug 1999 22:32:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ian MacGregor <imacgregor@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Personal

It was a pathetic attempt, granted, but how else was a bisexual married
man supposed to meet men for sex?  So I broke down and put an internet
personal ad on the net.  I didn't expect much, maybe a few responses
from other bisexual guys like me.  I certainly didn't expect Bill.  He
answered my ad a few days after it went on the site.  He said he was
6', 200 lbs, muscular, hairy,  with dark hair and a beard.  He sounded
just perfect, but I had no idea how to answer him, and even less idea
of how to go about meeting him.  Luckily, he took control of the
situation, as I guess a "dominant" man would.  He suggested the time,
place, and even what I should wear.  The time was Friday at midnight,
the place was the local "cruising" spot- a xxx bookstore, and he said I
should wear "nothing complicated".

As Friday rolled around, I got ready in eager anticipation.  I showered
esecially long, making sure to scrub well all the right spots.  As I
got out of the shower, I took a long look at myself, wondering if Bill
would find the real thing as pleasing as the description.  5'10", 180
lbs, blonde hair and goatee, killer smile and mouth, perfectly shaped
torso with some muscle but not bulging, and a nice 8" circumcised cock.
 I certainly had never had any complaints on my body or looks, but I
was still nervous about Bill.  For some reason, he had impressed me,
and I wanted to impress him.

As the clock struck 11:30, I headed out to the bookstore.  No sense in
waiting until the stroke of midnight.  I only live about 10 minutes
away, so I thought I'd get there early and check out some of the
action, as well as hopefully scoping out a good spot for Bill and I to
get it on.  I walked in the store and looked around for a bit.  There
were about 4 or 5 guys there, mostly older than me, and a few women
even.  Probably lesbians, but who cares really.  It's nice that they
even go to those places at all, I think.  Bill didn't seem to be
anywhere up front, so I headed to the booths in back.  Along the way I
stopped and got a few bucks worth of tokens, then made my way to the
darkly lit, smoky, somewhat rank back of the bookstore.  There were
several more guys hanging around here, probably about 10 or 12, all
ranging in age from what looked like 18 up to probably 65.  Again, no
sign of Bill, but there were some booths with the doors closed and he
might be in one.  I decided to head into one and watch a film until
midnight.

I shut the door behind me in booth #5, and put my token in, then
selected a movie featuring leather guys.  The screen burst to life
showing 3 big men in leather chaps and not much else giving it to a
smaller guy who was tied up to a construction saw-horse.  One guy was
fucking the bottom's ass while another was feeding him his horse cock.
The third guy was holding a short leather whip and periodically hitting
the bottom while throwing insults and offering suggestions like "suck
that cock, pussy-boy".  It didn't take long for that to make me pretty
hard, so I pulled out my lengthening meat and began to beat it.  It
wasn't long before I had two sets of fingers pawing at the gloryholes
to either side of me.  But no, this cock was Bill's tonight, and only
he would touch it.  I looked at my watch and saw that it was a few
minutes to midnight.  I zipped back up and headed out the door only to
be confronted with a spectacular site.

In front of me, looking right down at me, was 6' of muscle, hair, and
pure male lust.  Bill pushed me back in to the booth and locked the
door behind him.  I was nervous and horny as hell at the same time.  I
wanted to strip him naked and devour his every inch, but he gave me a
look that said "wait for it", so I did.  He looked me over for what
seemed like 10 minutes, telling me to turn around, bend over, and lift
my arms.  All the while he pulled off one after another of my items of
clothing.  Once I was completely naked, he stepped back and surveyed
the whole enchilada.  Nodding his approval, he stepped back towards me
and grabbed me roughly, pulling me to him.  I thought he was going to
kiss me, but as soon as I was touching his massive chest, he put his
hands on top of my shoulders and pushed down.  I squatted down to my
knees, and once there, he proceeded to shove my face into his crotch.
I smelled the sweat and heat through his jeans and longed to pull out
his cock and put it in my mouth. He must have read my mind, because he
pulled me back and told me to pull out his dick.

I jumped to it, and before you could say "Oscar Meyer" I had his dick
in my hand and my mouth open to receive it.  But he had other plans
first.  He told me to put my hands behind my back and keep them there.
Once I had, he went to his back pocket and produced a length of leather
cord.  He went around behind me and pulled my arms together, tieing my
hands securely behind my back.  That done, he came around the front
again and, dick in hand, began to smack my face with it.  Back and
forth, he hit me with his hardening cock, then he smothered his crotch
in my face and hair.  Finally, he relented and guided it toward my
mouth.  I quickly took as much of this good 9" in me as I could,  and
then proceeded to give him my best blowjob ever.  Before long he was
moaning and swearing, grabbing my head in both hands and forcing me
further and further down on his steel rod.  Then he pulled out and
shoved his nutsack in my mouth.  I gobbled up one then the other,
licking and sucking one at a time or both at the same time until he was
again moaning in ecstacy.  Quickly then he turned around and planted
his round cheeks firmly in my face.  I shoved forward until I could
taste his sweaty crack.  He pushed back into me while I reamed his
hole, biting and shoving my tongue as far out as I could, licking and
fucking him with my tongue.

We must have been at it for a good half hour, then he decided that we'd
had enough foreplay.  He picked me up and bent me face-down over the
bench.  Then he lubed my ass up with some K-Y while pulling on my
painfully hard cock.  "I'm gonna fuck that pretty ass so good!  You
want that?  Do you?" he asked.  All I could do was grunt my assent.  I
was lost between feelings of anxiety over having his monster cock up my
ass and feelings of complete animal lust over the same thing.  In the
end, of course, the animal lust won out as he slowly shoved his rigid
9" up my rectum.  I grabbed my tits with both hands and squeezed hard.
It was all I could do to keep from shouting from the combination of
pain and pleasure. Soon the pleasure outweighed the pain, though, and
he really began to long-dick me.  I was going through the roof, reeling
from the heat our bodies generated and the intense stimulation his big
cock was creating in my ass.  He fucked me long and hard, slow and
shallow, deep and slow, fast and furious, and finally shot his load
deep in my bowels after a staggering hour of buttfucking.  When it was
over, he quickly spun me around and sucked my aching cock into his
mouth.  I didn't take long after all that fucking to shoot my load,
too.  Soon we were both spent and breathing heavily in eachother's
arms.  We left separately but promised to meet again at least once a
week for more fabulous sex.