Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2003 04:43:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: J.D. Wayne <jaydee_wayne@yahoo.com>
Subject: On the Way to Seattle

This is another in a series of storied based on the real-life adventures of
a married bisexual man.


ON THE WAY TO SEATTLE

By Billy Jay Dee


Where to start?  I suppose I can begin with the morning I got ready to fly.

I was suprised Jerry's front door was unlocked.  I wasn't surprised to see
him bound down the stairs, naked, water still clinging to his tight
muscular little body, his thinning dark hair with the streak of white still
wet, his chest and body flush from the hot caress of water coming from the
shower upstairs. What did surprise me was the blush on his cheeks (the
upper ones) and the delight on his face.

I was surprised, after I'd stripped and we'd poked a video in to the VCR,
that his glance fell more often upon my 6'1" frame stretched out on his
couch than on the big-breasted babe and long-haired jock on the screen.
Ends up I'm not the only one he's bonking regularly. He confessed to having
an affair with a local woman.

"Want to see her picture?" he said, leading me to his computer. I knelt
beside his chair as he moused his way to her digital photo.  We both
praised her big round tits while our hands found one another's cocks.  He's
got a thick 7 incher, me a lame 6 incher.  My lips replaced my hand quickly
enough. Fresh from the shower, his human popsicle was flavorless and it
took me a while to work a taste of precum out of him.

Jerry was hard when his hands slipped under my arms and urged me erect.  I
assume he was guiding me into his favorite position -- me bent over the
couch, him kneeling on a cushion behind my ass. Instead he raised my lips
to his. He kissed me full and long, then went to nibbling at my throat and
neck.

I returned the favor, growling in the small of his neck and slipping my
tongue in his ear.  Our hands ground hard into the knots on one another's
backs, forcing groans from our busy lips. He reached below and adjusted his
dick to slid beneath my balls. I squeezed my thighs together and he began
to stroke his pre-cum covered cock against them as my peter ground into his
belly.  Our cocks grew hard, our grip on one another grew tighter and more
forceful.  Our lips met more often and longer.  His worked their way down
my chest and licked lightly at my left nipple, then kept heading south.

I rolled back on the floor against the couch to accommodate his mouth's
walkabout.  So imagine my surprise when he forced his cock straight down in
my mouth.  His right hand then reached for my groin, squeezed my cock and
balls tight, and began stretching and stroking the whole package away from
my body the opposite from the way my cock wanted to spring.  His left hand
held my head firmly against the couch and he squat thrusted his tasty meat
down to the back of my throat.

My tongue followed it out on each stroke, sucking all the juice and flavor
it could.  I couldn't resist grabbing my cock from his and, as he pounded
my longing face furiously, I jerked off.

My body thrashed in ecstasy as I convulsed with each spasm of cum, but he
held my head tight and kept face fucking me.  As the cum on my body began
to cool and the taste of his rod grew stale, my body began to ache and I
had to get up.  He drew me into his arms and we began to kiss again.  He
hugged me desperately as I stroked his cock, the slippery head wedged up
against my thigh. The mushroom at the end of his rod flared with each
stroke, his breath becoming more rapid, his whispers of "yeah, yeah, yeah"
becoming shouts and cries.  And then a gush of cum, gush of cum, gush of
cum until the upper half of my right leg was covered and Jerry leaned
exhausted in my arms.

A couple hours later I was on the jet headed to Seattle.