Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2013 20:20:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: John B <bigyellowdog220@yahoo.com>
Subject: On Your Mark

I was exhausted.  I had been up at 3 AM to make the 4 hour drive to the
southern Oregon coast to give a business presentation and was looking
forward to a quiet evening after a successful day.  I checked into the
hotel I always stay at and dropped my bags in the room.  I took a long
shower, a short nap, and finished off a couple of emails.  The hotel had a
great restaurant that looked over the ocean and I headed over to get some
dinner and some drinks.

It was early March, not exactly the high season for the Oregon coast, so
the place was pretty slow. I decided to sit at the bar and watch the
Blazers lose again while I ate. Near the end of my meal a guy sat a couple
of stools down from me and ordered a bourbon. "They're pathetic", he said
to me, gesturing to the TV screen, to which I replied, "ah, we'll get them
next year" ( a common refrain among Portland fans).

He introduced himself as Mark and we fell into an easy conversation.  I
told him my business in town was finished, he told me the same but was
staying a couple of days extra to golf if the weather co operated.  I told
him that was a risky bet.  The coast can be notoriously fickle when it
comes to sunny weather, even in summer.  He laughed and said that either
way he could use a bit of a break. We had a couple more drinks and talked
about our businesses and our respective neighborhoods in Portland.  He
lived on the affluent Westside and I lived in the more eclectic eastside.

Mark was a good looking guy about my age (mid 40's) with a shaved head like
me and an easy smile.  He excused himself and went to the bathroom.  When
he came back he sat on the stool next to me, grabbing his drink from its
previous location. We chatted a bit more and I got my check. He asked if he
could buy me a round since he was having such a good time talking.  I said
sure (who am I to turn down a good single barrel bourbon?).

As we talked about bourbon versus scotch, he said something that made us
both crack up, clapping his hands as we laughed. As our laughter subsided
his hand ended up on my thigh, which he squeezed gently. I looked down at
his hand and then to him. Our eyes locked and seeing confusion in mine
said, "I'm sorry. I just thought?" as his voice trailed off and he removed
his hand. "No problem", I said, smiling, "I'm flattered". I excused myself
and went to the bathroom.  Now, I had been with guys before but primarily
like women. But there was something about this guy. I returned to the bar
and sat back down. He began to apologize again and I stopped him by saying,
"Mark, really, it's OK?..you thought right." I placed my hand briefly on
his leg and squeezed.

He smiled broadly and ordered another round saying he was going to take
this back to his room and I was welcome to join him. I said sure.  He paid
his tab and we grabbed our drinks and left.  Mark had a suite that looked
out on the ocean (my company would not pay for such things). I stood at the
window looking out at the Pacific when Mark came up behind me and wrapped
his arm around me. He nuzzled my neck and I felt his body against mine.  We
were both pretty big guys, over 6 feet, and I leaned back into his
embrace. "I thought, I mean I hoped you might be gay", he whispered. I said
I was Bisexual.  He said that we would have to fix that, turning me around
and kissing me.

As his tongue found mine, I felt a jolt somewhere deep inside me. We made
out, grinding against each other. Our hands found each others erections,
massaging and squeezing. Our long kiss broke and he pulled me even closer
and said, "I need you now". I softly moaned "Yes!" and we moved to the
bedroom shedding our clothes as we went. We fell on the bed, groping each
others' cocks.

Mark was bigger than me. I'm a respectable 6.5 but his had to be at least 8
inches. He ground himself against me saying I wouldn't want pussy again
after he got done with me.  His mouth engulfed my cock and I moaned
loudly. After about five minutes of him sucking me, I was begging to suck
his meat.  He swung around and I greedily sucked his cock into my mouth.
It was incredible. I couldn't get enough. I stopped long enough to pull him
off my cock and lay him on his back.  He asked if everything was OK, and I
said that I needed to suck him off.  He smiled and I went back to work.

His cock was amazing. Hot, hard, smooth and throbbing. It pulsed in my
mouth as I gave the best blowjob I could.  After about 10 minutes his
breathing became a bit ragged as he told me he was getting close.  I sucked
harder, bobbing up and down on his cock demanding my reward. Within seconds
he erupted in my mouth with a scream and I greedily swallowed his come.  I
crawled up and kissed him.

Mark sighed and said how wonderful he felt, pulling me close.  We kissed
and talked, all the while my cock rubbed against his crotch gently but
insistently. He moved down my body and began sucking me. I felt an
intensity that continued to build. He slipped a finger into my ass, quickly
followed by another.  I told him I was getting close to coming and he
abruptly removed his mouth form my cock. "Wanna get fucked?", he asked as
he worked a third finger in to my hole.  "Yes", I gasped. I was so horny
for this man.

Mark applied lube to his cock and my hole. I asked him to be gentle, as it
had been awhile since I had been fucked. He chuckled and said, "don't worry
baby, you'll love this." I felt his head at my hole.  I relaxed as best I
could and soon his head slipped inside my ass. I gasped?.Mark held steady
and after a moment pushed more of his 8 inches into me. I grunted and he
paused. Almost imperceptibly he moved his cock deeper inside me. Finally he
was in. He pulled back a bit and then thrust forward. I clasped onto him
and moaned.

He looked deep into my eyes and asked if I liked it; I grabbed his ass and
pulled him into me as I kissed him. He began moving in and out of me slowly
and asked me if I still liked pussy.  I said yes and he fucked me faster.
I reached down and felt his ass muscles flex as he thrust into me.  I felt
my orgasm building as Mark went deeper and deeper into me. He stared into
my eyes with a look of pure lust. I moaned that I was coming. My cock
erupted between us and with a guttural final thrust he shot deep inside me.
Warm, wet, and deep. Mark collapsed on me and kissed me deeply. "That was
incredible", he said. I nodded and held him close as his softening cock
slipped out of me.  He said, "I hope it rains tomorrow?.then I'll just have
to stay in my room."  "And do what?", I asked.  He smiled and said, "You'll
see".

End Part 1