Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 22:58:17 PDT
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: I Don't Think So! An erotic fantasy
I Don't Think So
A sexual fantasy based on actual incidents
By Billy Jay Dee
Bill checked out several gay bars on his way to "C.C. Attle's".
The "Manray" was an art deco emporium that played "dance music" way too
loud. He'd followed a group of older men to "R Place". He felt comfortable
at "R Place" -- three floors of wood and glass with a mixed crowd of mostly
gay men of undoubtedly legal age. But he wanted to get to "C.C. Attle's"
for a particular reason. It was the monthly gathering of the Northwest
Bears.
He walked in about 8:30, finding it busier since the bears moved
in. Bill found a beer, a place to hang his leather jacket under the bar
and a wall to lean against. He'd been well fucked twice the week before in
Juneau on business and had met a handsome, happy, quiet, bottom bear upon
entering "The Cuff" last night. He felt satisfied and wondered what he was
doing there. On the other hand he looked forward to seeing "PDA's", the
public displays of Affection, that bears are notorious for.
At 6'1", 180 pounds and 44 years he didn't stick out in the crowd
too much, even as hairless as he was.
"Hello," Ricki said.
Bill glanced over and then glanced again. "Hi," he said to the
small bear in a blue dress shirt standing next to him. A small tuft of
black chest hair displayed at his collar. He kept his hair cut short and
sported a small moustache. Bill looked again at Ricki. This time into
those dark tinkling mischievous eyes under arching eyebrows that offered
fun, lots of fun.
As they spoke, a wild eyed friend of Ricki's greeted him with a
kiss. Ricki introduced Bill to the T-shirt and shorts with a baseball cap
and longish hair. Doug, aged about 35, was a hoot as far as Bill could tell
over the loud music.
"You should see what my partner is into on the `back veranda'!"
Doug shouted above the music.
"Back veranda" proved to be a popular local euphemism for the
outside porch following recent events at "The Eagle".
"Hi." came a hesitant voice at Ricki's side. Ricki introduced
Chuck to Bill and Doug.
Chuck looked thin beneath his bulky T-shirt and coat. But solid
hairy legs snuck out of his soft shorts and heavy boots. He was a blond
with straight hair, brushed straight back, a bristly blonde beard and a
constant line of chatter. He was also tall, much to Bill's delight.
"Doug was just telling us about his partner," Ricki explained.
"What's going on?" Bill asked.
He's sort of in the middle of a three way. It's hot!"
Ricki and Bill asked for details and pressed for directions.
"This is to weird. I need a beer or two," Chuck joked as he headed
for the bar. Bill proceeded toward the bathroom and the other two to the
back veranda.
When Bill returned from the bathroom only Doug was recognizable
among the twenty or so friendly bears on the mostly enclosed back porch.
Doug introduced his partner, whom Bill gave grief about ending the show
before he'd gotten there.
Doug's partner seemed more embarrassed than amused. He was another
short bear like Ricki with a rosy complexion and nice smile. Ricki joins
the circle on the crowded narrow back porch just as a skinny dark man in a
leather jacket approached Doug's partner.
The stranger greeted him with a kiss, played with his chest and
then lifted his shirt to admire the short bears hairy chest. With a few
strokes of the fur, the skinny stranger went to his knees, undid Partner's
pants and started sucking his small cock. Ricki scooted in closer to Bill
in order to see and put his arm around the taller man's waist in the
process. Doug whooped and hollered. After watching his partner get sucked
for a few seconds, Doug undid his own pants and pulled out a moderately
thick eight-inch anteater. The pink head was totally hidden by the foreskin
until he pulled it pack. He guided his rising member to the stranger's
mouth. After an un-suck-sessful attempt to engulf both cocks at once, he
simply started alternating. When he finishes a little of that, the two
suckees pulled the jacketed stranger to his feet. Doug spun his ball cap
backwards and dropped to the ground to return the favor. Shortly everyone
thanked the other and departed, leaving Doug's partner, Bill and Ricki to
"guard the beers".
"What's happening?" inquired a familiar voice behind Ricki and
Bill.
It was Chuck. They tried to explain that the threesome had just
happened again, but with the music and burly bears pushing through the
writhing crowd, Chuck didn't understand. Doug returned to their little
circle.
"You been sucking cock?" Chuck joked.
Everyone turned to look at him. "He's got his cap on Backwards,"
Chuck grinned knowingly.
"We were just telling you that," Ricki replied quietly.
"Weird," Chuck joked. Ricki reached up Chuck's shorts to fondle his
cock, pulling him closer. Now massaging Bill's ass he looked up into the
taller man's eyes. Bill unable to resist, bent down and kissed his little
lips and soft thin black moustache. Ricki broke from the kiss to lean over
and kiss Chuck, then pulled back and with a hand in Bill's guided his lips
to Chuck's. They repeated the sequence again. Until Chuck, apparently
jealous of Bill getting longer kisses began to gnaw on his leather jacket.
Bill broke from his embrace with Ricki. He lifted Chuck's bearded jaw off
his shoulder with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand.
"I don't think so. It would be awfully hard to explain teeth marks
in the jacket she bought me to my wife," Bill warned.
"Just being weird," Chuck joked.
No one is ever a hundred percent kidding, Bill thought.
Meanwhile Ricki released Chuck's cock and worked his hand into
Bills shorts. Chuck pulled out Ricki's hard dick and Bill's hand snuck up
the jokesters shorts, moist with precum, to fondle his Moderate-sized cock.
When it was Bill's turn to fondle Ricki's cock he found a hard curved cock
ready for action. It swelled when Chuck jokingly spanked Ricki on the butt.
Bill pulled his sticky hand from out of Ricki's pants and suggested Chuck
lick his palm. The crowd cheered when it happened. A parade of three
large bears forced their way through, splitting Chuck off from the other
two.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Bill asked in the relative
privacy. "I'm a bottom. Are you a top?"
Ricki nodded and smiled silently.
When the wake of the passing grizzly bears subsided, Chuck rejoined
them. He and Bill sandwiched the smaller man. Leaning over Ricki's head,
Bill asked "Are you a top or bottom?"
"I can do whatever needs done. I think I'm sort of closet
heterosexual, actually," he joked.
Bill smiled at Chuck and nodded towards the door. He grabbed Ricki
by the hand and started dragging him that way.
"Where we going?" Chuck shouted, preparing to down his beer.
"We're leaving," Bill called as he started pulling harder on
Ricki's furry hand.
"Oh!" exclaimed the enthusiastic bear as he threw down the bottle
and started pushing Ricki ahead of him.
Outside Chuck said, "How we going to do this?"
"Well, I walked so I don't have a car," Bill pointed out.
"I do," Chuck rejoined.
"That's taken care of. I've got a hotel room, what about you guys?"
"I can't do this," Ricki confessed.
"Too bad," Chuck joked.
"I'm sorry. I've been seeing someone for 8 months," the short bear
confessed.
B & B hooted and derided him.
"I don't see no ring on that finger," Bill pointed out.
"I usually don't do things like this. I'm shy."
More hoots from B&B.
"What if we forced you. What if we like, raped you? Would that
make it okay?" Chuck joked.
"Nah, he's a top. If he isn't comfortable he won't perform well.
Let's let him go."
"You two have fun," Ricki wished.
"Okay," B&B responded in unison.
Chuck led Bill through the darkened house. They stepped around
table saws and stacks of rough cut lumber on their way to the back of
Chuck's two-bedroom house. Chuck stopped in the kitchen to show off the
back splash he'd finished that day, the cherry wood trim and casements, the
new windows and astonishing deck out back.
Next Chuck led him to the bedroom and had him wait in the doorway
while he tidied the bed. It was a queen bed with a cherry wood frame and a
curved head board and foot board. A matching wardrobe and bed stand
completed the room Bill looked down the hallway and saw the same style and
quality in the second bedroom.
"Well," Chuck joked as he went to embrace Bill, "bend over the bed,
boy!"
Lifting the smooth-chested bear trapper in his arms, Chuck tossed
him face first into the bed. Chuck's furry hands slid down the small of
Bill's back.
As he pushed his shoulders further and further into the bed, Bill's ass
rose in the air where Chuck ground the damp crotch of his shorts into the
denim on Bills butt. Further and further his hands slid and harder and
harder his thighs jarred Bill's body.
"Crunch!" snapped a couple of vertebrae.
"Are you all right?" Chuck joked, leaping back from the bed.
"I'm fine. That felt good actually. Guess I needed a little man
handling. But we are going to have an accident if you don't let me go to
the bathroom.
Chuck nodded as Bill leapt from the bed, kicked off his shoes and
doffed his coat enroute to the bathroom. He unbuckled his pants. His
heavy leather and concho belt dragged his levis straight to the floor
around his long legs. He dropped his naked hairless ass to the toilet and
began to relieve his bladder of a large quantity of rented beer.
Totally naked Chuck the bear padded into the bathroom, with a
semi-hard 7-inch cock in hisright hand. Since Chuck was fully naked, Bill
could see he was stockier and more muscular than he'd expected.
"I got to pee, too."
Chuck joked circling his dick in the direction of Bill's mouth.
"I don't think so. Not in my mouth."
"Actually," Chuck joked, "I was thinking about putting you in the
tub later and peeing on your chest. I just can't get the idea out of my
head. But that would be later."
He moved his white hardening hunk of man meat into Bill's willing
mouth and started fucking his face. He was hard in minutes and he demanded
Bill get off the stool.
"I'm going to bend you over the tub, boy. I'm going to slam it to
you and fuck you hard."
Bill smiled knowingly. Chuck dressed and lubed his seven-inch
hardon. Bill folded a towel across the edge of the tub, got on to his
knees and bent over. Chuck knelt behind him doggie style.
True to his word, Chuck slammed his cock up Bill's crack with such
impact it knocked him head first intothe tub.
"Like getting fucked hard, boy? You like it?"
Bill didn't reply, knowing the initial pain would subside.
"I'm going to get deeper into you, boy," Chuck jeered getting off
his knees and crawling onto Bill's back. He supported his weight with his
hand braced on the far side of the tub and continued the butt banging with
even deeper harder thrusts.
"Now that's good, stud. That's good fucking," Bill shouted.
"I'll give you more than that, boy."
Chuck braced his paws against the far wall, pushed off the floor
with his toes and now slammed his whole body into the willing bottom
crumbled in the tub. Bill braced his thighs against the outside Of tub and
smiled with the increased force inside him.
"I got to pee too bad to cum," Chuck snickered. "Get in the tub,
boy. I got to pee."
Bill crawled into the tub standing on his knees so as to not have
to take the spray in his face. Chuck stood in front of him stroking his
muscular sandy haired body and mumbling about the boy wanting it as he
relaxed enough to pee. A warm good-feeling stream of liquid finally came
out the heart-shaped head of his dick. Bill smiled with the warmth. Not
satisfied, Chuck climbed on the edge of the tub, maybe in order to wet
Bill's face. But the stream dwindled.
"Pig! You're disgusting! You need a shower!"
"I need a shower?" Bill responded then scrambled up on his feet and
pulled the bear to himself before Chuck could climb off the edge of the
tub.
They soaped one another up. Chuck used his whole hairy body as
Bill's personal scrub brush. As they dried off, Chuck jokingly called Bill
a pig. "Pig fucker," Bill rejoined.
Back in bed Chuck contorted Bill's and his bodies into various
versions of face fucking one another and sixty-nining before confessing
that he'd only be able to finish fucking Bill is they worked "Junior", a
monstrous dildo, up his ass. Chuck assumed a fetal position on the bed.
Bill spread Chuck's very hairy cheeks apart and worked the flesh colored
eight-inch long and very thick dildo up the top's ass, making him beg for
more and swear how good it felt.
"On the bed, pig," Chuck exclaimed when he grew hard again.
Bill fell face forward spread eagle on the queen size bed.
"No, pig, put your butt on the edge so I can stand and fuck
you. Bill complied and Chuck spread the Bill's muscular dangling thighs
apart to the point of pain before driving his dick into his juicy ass
again.
"Like that, pig?' he joked, jerking Bill's torso back and forth on
the bed. Eventually in his frenzy it was too difficult for Chuck to handle
Bill's butt and the dildo up his ass. He solved the problem by holding
onto the back of Bill's head with a hand full of hair while stroking his
ass with the dildo.
"I'm going to cum. Pig, roll over."
Bill did as told and Chuck squatted on his chest driving Junior
further up his butt as he stroked his cock and leaned his hard-muscled
frame backward, further moving Junior up his asshole. He came in globs
making sure to get some in Bill's moustache and then kissing him and
licking it off.
They woke early in the morning and began to sixty-nine. Chuck's
cock began to grow rapidly inside Bill's throat. The bear trapper began to
gasp and gurgle with every thrust. He pushed Chuck's thighs off his face.
"If you are going to stick that thing that deeply into me, why
don't you do it in my butt?" Bill grinned.
"Too bad, pig. It ain't hard enough and I'm about to cum."
"I don't think so," Bill replied heaving him across the bed and
then crawling onto Chuck to finish off the bj session. They drifted back to
sleep.
Bill needed a ride back to his hotel early and rolled Chuck out of
bed to wake him on time. Bill yanked on his clothes and stood silently
watching Chuck. Chuck dressed slowly and put away his toys in the bed
stand. As the cherry wood cabinet door swung shut, Bill glimpsed something
next to the lubricant and "Junior". He saw several length of ropes and a
foot-long paddle with electrical tape wrapped around the handle. The paddle
was made of rough cut one-by-four lumber.
"Call me sometime, pig," Chuck joked as he dropped Bill off. They'd
never exchanged phone numbers.
As the car drove away Bill laughed to himself, "I don't think so."
Testosterone Trio
PART I: Mountain Man
A fantasy by Billy Jay Dee
Hi. My name's Steve. I work for a tree-trimming company in Ohio and
have a mountain home in nearby West Virginia. It's a cozy little cabin far
up on a hilltop about a half-mile from my next neighbor.
I'm 48, divorced and live by myself, although I have people in here
to see me pretty often. Sometimes it's a woman. Sometimes it's a man. I'm a
hairy, horny bastard and I really don't care where the sex comes from as
long as I get some.
My job keeps me in fair shape. Lately, I've been having a good time
with a older man I've known for years. He's a married guy from a town close
by where he's something of a big dog. He's a writer and used to be
something in book publishing before he retired last year at age 57. What
the locals don't know that I do, is that he likes to suck cock, rim ass and
fuck butt. He also has a nice-sized 7.5-inch mansticker and he pretty much
knows how to use it.
We've had some fine three-ways with a lady friend of mine who live
up Piney Creek Hollow. I've also learned to like sucking on that fat-headed
fuckpole, but I think I my biggest shock came when I found out how good it
feels when he plows my ass, something that really hurt at first. Now Jake
knows to loosen me up with a few fingers first, get me good and hot and lay
on the lube. One of the best times we had was when he face-fucked me and
shot a hell of a load into my moustache.
As a matter of fact, we get together about twice a month for a
really hot session of man-to-man sex.
Just last week he came by with a nice surprise -- a bunch of toys
he'd ordered on the Internet. One was a regular plastic-like vibrator like
you see advertised for women, one was a slender candy-colored thing, then a
funny-shaped butt plug and a realistic looking seven-inch fake dick with
rubber balls attached.
We both got naked. Jake, for that's his name, looks pretty good for
his age, kind of skinny in the arms but a broad chest covered with graying
curly hair, a small belly and that nice fat cut prick and low-hanging balls
surrounded by a salt-and-pepper bush of thick hair.
I'm more muscular, hairier and younger, but not a damned bit
hornier than this hot fucker. When we get together, he likes to start out
by sucking my seven-incher, which always gets instantly hard when he comes
in the door!
This night, he's down on his knees in no time, swirling his tongue
around my rock-solid cock shaft and slurping at my precum-dripping
mushroom.
"Mmmmm," he says. "Your cock tastes better than usual. You must be
drinking a new kind of beer!"
"Nope," I tell him, "still swilling that Bud. But I was stroking my
dick with this new flavored lube before you got here." I show him the tube
-- Slick Peach, it's called.
He dives down on my cock like it's the best piece of meat he's ever
had between his lips. I move my hips in slow strokes, mouth fucking him
while he groans and stares up into my eyes with that moony look he gets
when he's dick-licking.
"Ah, yeah, Jake, suck that fat prick!!! Take the whole thing, you
cocksucking bitch!" I grunt at him as I shove home. Just before I get into
high gear to feed him my cumshot, he backs off, trailing spit and precum
down across his stubbled chin.
"Hold off, Steve. We wanna play a while, don't we?" he says huffing
and puffing, moving his wet, warm mouth down to my low-hung nutsack. He
licks first one, then the other of my balls and starts fingering my hairy
asscrack, sliding some of the love juice flowing from his mouth right up
into my puckering hole. As he sucks my balls and slides one of his skinny
fingers into my butt, he picks up the vibrator, turns it on and applies it
gently to my throbbing spit-slick bone. "Uhhhh, ooooh, yeah, Jake, that's
good. You're getting there now," I inform him, grabbing his slightly
thinning gray hair and shoving his face further into my crotch.
He pulls away from me and sucks in a breath of air. "Now, to get
your ass ready for the big one," Jake grins up at me, laying aside the
vibrator and picking up the slender jelly-colored thingamabob. While he
lightly nibbles at my hard prick, he begins to slide the thing up my ass,
pushing it in an inch, then pulling it out. Then pushing it two inches,
until after several minutes he has the whole six inches or so of the thing
up my butt. The precum is flooding from my piss slit. He twirls the butt
probe around inside me and I feel myself loosening up. Jake can feel it
too. He slides the thing out of me and reaches for the seven-inch fake
dick. He stands up and shows me that the dildo is about a half-inch shorter
and somewhat thinner than the fat hard prong protruding from between his
legs.
"Turn around and bend over," he directs me. I do it. I feel the
rubbery tip of the fake dick pressing against my asspucker, which is now
doing a sort of before-the-cumshot spasm. He eases the head of the thing
into me and I snort at the initial pain. But slimed up by his spit and the
peachy, creamy lube I shoved up there earlier, it soon starts to feel
comfortable, even pleasurable.
He slides the rubber cock all the way into my ass and reaches
around with the other hand to start fondling my peter, which has somewhat
softened up in the process. Soon he has it hard as a rock again as the fake
dick prods spots up inside me I didn't even know I had. I back up into that
thing and wish for more. And soon I've got my wish! Jake pops the rubber
dong out of my ass and I feel the hot wet tip of his big-headed manfucker
delving at my wide-open asshole. He shoves the fat sausage in with one
swift movement of his hips. "Yeahhhhh! Whoa! Easy, Jake, that hurts..." I
tell him hoarsely. He ignores me. Grabbing my cock in one hand and my balls
in the other, he starts to ride me like a bronco. Soon, we have a rhythm
going as our sweaty bodies thrash together. I can feel his balls hit just
below my asshole with each rapid forward thrust. "Uh, uh, uh, here it
comes, Steve, I'm ready. Cum with me, baby!" Jake growls at me, raking his
fat cockhead across my throbbing prostate and setting me off like a Fourth
of July fireworks show. "Aaaah, yeah, I'm cumming! Give me the whole cock
NOW!!!!" I feel him ram the full length of his veiny rod into my insides
and the twitching of it as it begins to unload a week's worth of stored-up
cum. "Aaaaaah, oooooh, yeah!" he grunts, gripping my balls tightly and
pumping my load from my pulsating pecker. We collapse onto the bed, both
out of breath and both fully satisfied.
"Damn, that was good," he says, kissing the sweaty center of my
back. "Very good." We lie stickily together for a few moments before
heading to the bathroom to wash up. We have to scrub the toys good, too,
and it gives us both a laugh.
Testosterone Trio
Part II: Northwest Passage A fantasy By Billy Jay Dee
Hello, there. I'm Bill. Happily married, beautiful wife, a couple
of great kids. And a life-long hankering for big, hairy, hunky men that I
just can't deny. I live in Oregon, where I work as a computer consultant
for the U.S. Forest Service and enjoy the great outdoors.
A little over a year ago, I read a bisexual erotic story online and
sent a note to the writer. We struck up an online friendship and we
developed a genuine comradeship based on shared interests -- mythology,
literature, the arts and, well, big, hairy, hunky men. This guy's name is
Jake and he's a retired publisher and writer living in West (By God)
Virginia. We share stories about our erotic adventures.
Since we lived so far apart, neither of us ever expected to get
together. But a rare and happy set of circumstances caught us both by
surprise. The Forest Service has a fire school at Jefferson National Forest
in West Virginia. Last fall, my supervisor asked if I'd like to go there
for a two-week training session. I jumped at the chance and contacted Jake,
my e-mail friend, to see if we might be able to meet somewhere while I was
in the East.
He wrote right back, sounding excited as hell. He said the Forest
Service camp is only 40 miles from where a friend of his lives in a rustic
mountain cabin. He offered to come pick me up for a weekend of "recreation"
that would include the three of us after my first week of lessons.
All I could think about for the next two weeks was getting
sandwiched between those two hairy hunks of men. I was aching to have my
ass filled, but not split apart.
At last, I was on my way to "Wild, Wonderful West Virginia." The
flight was pleasant enough and the trip through the countryside into the
scenic mountains was spectacular. I rode in a Forest Service van with
several other guys from the Northwest and from California.
At the Jefferson National Forest site, I passed a pretty boring
week of classes, outdoor training and bunking in with Forest Service
rangers from all over the U.S. The only excitement came at shower time in
the evenings when I got to eye some of the hunky -- and not so hunky --
men in the shower room. It was all I could do by week's end to keep my rod
from getting hard while I soaped up. A few times I had to face the wall and
think about the day's mundane activities to forestall a raging boner.
Thus, when Friday evening came I was genuinely happy to see Jake's
smiling face when he arrived in a brand-new pickup to rescue me. We shook
hands and greeted each other like long-lost brothers.
As we drove to his buddy's cabin, Jake told me a bit more about his
relationship with Steve. Damn, this pair knew something about men having
fun together.
I noticed an increasing bulge in Jake's snug khakis as he told of
some of the pair's adventures.
"Hey, Jake, is that a Swiss army knife in your pocket or are you
just happy to see me?" I grinned, sliding my hand onto his leg.
"Why don't you just check and find out," Jake out, grinning back.
I placed my fingers over the stretched fabric and found his long
cock hard as a rock. I traced its shape with my left index finger and found
a damp spot where his precum had leaked from his well-shaped cockhead. He
slid down slightly under the wheel and I unzipped his fly. With some
trouble, I finally fished his dripping, swollen peter from his pants.
"Oh, watch out, Bill. I've got to drive this truck, you know?" Jake
laughed. "But, I'm pretty familiar with the road if you want to have a
little sample before we get to the good stuff."
I didn't hesitate, sliding my head down to his lap and licking at
his piss slit. His precum was unusually sweet and the smell of his crotch
was sweaty but clean, a hint of Irish Spring. I took his cockhead into my
lips and swirled my tongue around the flared corona.
"Ohhh, that's good. Suck my rod, Bill!" Jake moaned, pressing the
back of my head gently downward. My mouth filled with saliva mixing with
his oozing manjuice and I slid more than half of it into my suctioning
mouth.
Just then Jake gently patted my head.
"Damn, Bill, we're almost there. Can we save this for later?"
I lifted up, trailing a string of spit and precum from my lips.
"Oh, yeah, we've got plenty of time," I agreed. "The whole
weekend."
As Jake shoved his wet dick back into his shorts and zipped up, my
dick was still nearly ripping through my jeans. A wide wet spot was visible
where I had leaked a goodly dollop of precum.
I could see that Jake was just as excited as I was. The bulge in
his khakis remained enormous and a dark stain spread outward from where a
glance could easily detect the shape of his flared cockhead.
Steve was waiting for us, beer in hand. He offered us refreshments
and as he turned I had a chance to survey his broad muscular back covered
by a light t-shirt, a fabulous tight ass in well-worn jeans shorts and
hairy, thickly-muscled legs. He wore no shoes.
We sipped our beers, chatted about the mundane for a while and
nervously checked each other out. My cock had softened up some, but I could
see Jake was still sporting a fat erection which he reached down and
adjusted from time to time with no sign of embarrassment.
"What the hell's the matter with you, Jake?" Steve laughed. "You
keep on playing with that thing between your legs like it's hurtin' ya."
Jake laughed. "Well, you know, my cock could do with a little
air. Do you guys mind?" He stood up and started undressing. Steve looked at
me and grinned.
"Shit, Bill, it looks like it's time for all of us to get
comfortable," he said, as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. His bright
pink nipples poked out from the think coat of black hair covering his
chest. I sat mesmerized for a moment as he pulled down his shorts and his
thick seven-inch hardon popped out. I glanced over at Jake who was now
fully nude and sliding his fist slowly up and down his cock, which looked
slightly longer and thicker than Steve's.
As they edged toward each other, they turned to me and said, "Hey,
Bill, what are you waiting for?"
"Um, I was just enjoying the scenery," I stumbled as I started to
shuck my clothes. Steve and Jake sat on opposite ends of the big sofa and
indicated the spot in the middle was for me.
I didn't get a chance to sit, however, because Steve squatted in
front of me and started sucking my six-inch cock. Jake started rubbing my
ass cheeks and nuzzling my neck. He brings one of his fingers to my lips
and I instinctively start sucking on it, making it wet and slippery. The
slender finger is soon pressed between my asscheeks and probes at my
pucker. Steve slurps loudly on my cock, his nose buried in my pubic hair
and his fingers busy fondling my balls. It feels great.
Soon, Jake removes his finger from my butthole and presses me down
toward the floor. Jake takes over from Steve on my trembling cock and I put
my head between Steve's legs to lick his fat hardon. Steve completes the
daisy chain by chowing down on Jake's precum-dripping rod.
I feel Steve's hand on my ass and before long he's wedged two of
his thick fingers up my butthole, sliding them slowly in and out in rhythm
with our cocksucking triangle.
"I need a hole to fuck," Steve grunts, pulling his cock from my
mouth with a loud "Schlup!" He lays back on the floor with that spit-slick
monster pointed at the ceiling. Jake smiles at me. "Go for it, Bill," he
encourages. I straddle Steve's hairy legs and he grips my waist, pulling
me forward and onto his cock.
I slide on down his rod and start rocking on that saddle horn of
his. He pulls me down into his arms to kiss me. Jake suddenly leaps on
top of my ass, laying the head of his rock-hard cock on the shaft of
Steve's ass-invader. As Steve bulldozes his way down my hershey highway, I
suddenly think, "I don't want my butt ripped apart!" But the two hot studs
are intent on the same target. Jake manages to slip his fat hardon into my
ass while I squirm and fidget. They alternate strokes, shoving first one,
then the other of their fat cocks into my very wet and open ass
channel. Their urgent strokes force their cocks deeper and deeper into my
bowels until I feel like they're up to my belly. With grunts and groans of
pleasure, the two man cannons blast almost simultaneously into the pitch
black of my guts. The recoil send a hot wave of jism out of my cock onto
Steve's hairy, sweating belly. "Uh, uh, uh," I groan. "I'm cumming!!!! Hot
shit! Man, here's my fuckwad!!!"
I'm not sure which of the big guns has been left up my ass, but I
feel it softening in the oozing, juicy confines of my butt.
"Let's get cleaned up," I suggest after a few moments when the only
sound is our heavy breathing.
Testosterone Trio Part III: A Really Hot Tub
A fantasy
By Billy Jay Dee
Greetings! My name is Jake and I'm a retired publisher. No, not of
pornography, but of legitimate literature. I now live in a small town in
West Virginia and happily pursue many interests, not the least of which is
sex, particularly with a good friend of mine who lives in a secluded
country cabin.
Steve and I have known each other for years, but it was only within
the past few years that we discovered each other sexually. Both of us were
married for many years. He's divorced and I'm a widower now.
I've also developed an interest in the Internet and its many
resources. Again, sex is not the least of them. I met Bill, a sexy married
bisexual, online about a year ago. He lives in Oregon. We exchanged
pleasant e-mails after he read a bisexual erotic story I wrote for an
on-line publication. By a wonderful stroke of luck he had an assignment to
attend a forest fire training school right here in West Virginia. We first
got together at Steve's cabin for a hot session of uninhibited sexual fun,
a mind-blowing experience.
I then invited the two of them to join me at my home for another
round the next day.
After a nice barbecue dinner from the grill, I suggested that we
all go out to my hot tub for a little relaxation and refreshment. A few
tequilas and Dos Equis with lime and we'd be in the mood for some more
weekend entertainment. Once we were all three naked -- Steve, a hairy and
muscular stud with a nice long piece of meat and a set of low hangers he
was proud to display; Bill, smooth and handsome with a beautifully shaped
normal-sized dick, and me, still firm at middle age with a slight paunch
and, I admit with little modesty, an impressive package -- we slipped
into the hot water, ready for action.
Almost immediately, I slid my hand under the bubbling water and
stuck a finger up Bill's moist asshole while I fed him my tongue. Steve
worked on sucking and pinching Bill's tits until they stood out like little
pencil erasers.
I didn't neglect Bill's hardening prick while I slid another finger
up his tight butt, alternately stroking the shaft of his cock and tickling
lightly against his balls and perineum with my other hand.
Then after a conspiratorial wink and nod, Steve and I lifted Bill
out of the water, carried him up to the deck and began to towlel him
down. By now, our fat cocks were as stiff as they could get -- my
seven-and-a-half incher sticking straight out and Steve's thicker eight
inches perked up at a 45-degree angle. I lay down on one of the towels
while Steve guided Bill's hot ass to my hungry mouth.
While I rimmed him, Bill sucked hungrily on Steve's thick dark
prick, which oozed precum like a motherfucker. When Bill lifted his ass
from my slobbering mouth, I could look up and see Steve's hairy leathery
balls slapping against Bill's chin.
Bill continued hanging on to Steve's prick with his suctioning
mouth as the two of us guided his ass down to my thick precum drizzling
manfucker. Bill eased his hot ass down over my throbbing pecker and I
watched it disappear, inch by slow inch, up his twitching butthole. "Ah,
oooh, yeah, Bill, ride that fucker," I encouraged him. "Take it all. Oh,
God, your ass is so hot. Mmmm. Faster, baby, ride that thing."
His only response was "MMmmmffff," because by this time Steve was
jamming his stiff prick halfway down Bill's throat.
Bill had two fingers up Steve's butt, seeking out his hot button
while he jacked himself off and speeded up his ass movements on my
pistoning peter.
"Oh, shit, oh, I'm cummmmingg," Steve groaned as he spurted a hot
load of jizm into Bill's mouth, sliding his cock out quickly so some of his
juice flowed down across the younger man's chin and onto his chest.
Steve flipped his spasming prick across Bill's mouth and lips. Bill
suddenly grunted: "Uhhh, here it cums, boys, ahhhh, oooooh, fuck,
yeahhhhhh!!!!!" Bill's cumload shot up and hit squarely where his fingers
were pumping Steve's hot hairy butthole.
The orgasmic spasms in Bill's sphincter and prostate throbbed
against the swollen head of my ass-invading prick. It swelled up even
larger and I spooged like Old Faithful.
"EEEeeeeyahhhh!" I screamed. "Yeah, Bill, take my cum. It's
yours. Oh, man, oh, man!"
I was stunned at the way Bill churned his ass on my still-stiff
pecker. I felt my hot cum flowing out in gobs onto my pubic hair. Steve and
I, breathing heavily and fully satisfied, pulled ourselves free to lie
beside Bill, taking turns kissing him and tonguing remaining bits of
Steve's spicy load from his mouth.
I look into Bill's gorgeous blue eyes. "What next?" I grinned.