Ketchikan Night A true account from a horny bisexual
By Billy Jay Dee
So last night there's a soft knock at my hotel room door. I open the door wearing nothing but boxers.
Paul's thinning hair betrays a hint of gray. He appears older than I'd expected as he silently slips in the door. Then I realize it's his lack of expression that confuses his age. His eyes aren't glazed with lust nor round with excitement. His lips barely move in greeting. I try to embrace him, but that's hard to do when the other person's arm lay limp at there sides. I walk him across the room and lightly kiss him until he smiles, but he still seems uncomfortable; ill-at-ease rather than nervous or shy. We start kissing and touching. He's a little shorter than I and wearing baggy pants, but I can feel his dick getting quickly hard. The chest hair curling up out of the collar of his shirt is turning me on. We strip him. His boxers are tenting and he thanks me for wearing boxers too.
"Want me out of these?" he asks, grinning. "Yes, I want your boxers off," I said and dropped to my knees.
He had a dimpled chin with a couple of days' growth of beard, long black hair all over the front of his chest almost hiding his soft pink nipples, and now I discovered a thick bush of long hair guarding a curved, pink, gnarled 7 inch rock hard cock. I slurped on it a couple of times. The head of his dick was salty with precum. I tried pulling his shorts off his stocking feet.
"I'll take them off. You take yours off."
I watched mine hit the floor. When, I looked up I was shocked to see him jerking away with wild abandon, eyes glassed and knees bent. He spewed on the carpet before I could stop his hand.
"Don't worry it'll get hard again."
I threw myself on the bed and began stroking my dick. He paced the floor nervously. "Come lay by me," I said finally, patting the mattress.
He did. Not even looking for a piling, staring straight at the ceiling, his eyes dark with ill ease. All the suggestions of what we could do next, the erotic topics I proposed, my discovery that the mirror on the opposite wall gave us a view of ourselves, none elicited a response. A quivering "Fine" or "I don't know" is all I got. Finally, I climbed atop his fine firm body and began rubbing against him. I kissed him every time I slid up his hirsute torso. His hairy chest hugged my smooth one, his hairy thighs massaged my balls. My semi-hard dick plowed thru his dark bush. His body began to respond. His dick began to grow and I found my semi rubbing up against a full blown coarse gnarled cock. His eyes came alive with a smile. His hairy hands each grabbed a white ass cheek and he started masturbating himself with my entire body. He kneaded my nipples and I returned the favor by manhandling his fur forested mountainous biceps.
"Got any condoms?" he asked breathlessly.
I rolled off to the side, pulled some out, rolled one on his steel-stiff erection, lubed it, and mounted.
"Won't go in?" he asked.
I smiled knowingly and readjusted my hips. He quivered his hips to help get his rockhard cock in. He shoved it all the way in, then moaned with delight. He kept hold of my cheeks and kept working my body back and forth in shallow strokes on his sturdy mancock. After 15 minutes or so of slow fucking I leaned back to get his invading prick further in. He reached under my thighs and started playing with my asshole and balls all at once.
I grabbed my cock and rode his train all the way to Cum City. He wiped my load of white stuff from his furry belly and kept fucking me for another 15 minutes. I asked how I could make him come. "I usually don't come the second time," he said.
Eventually we tried for another position and ended up sprawled on the bed. But I slipped and fell over the side. When I got up off the floor, he was pounding away. "Want to put it in again?" I asked.
"Let's save it for Saturday," he replied pleasantly. "I got to get back to work." It took him another ten minutes of jerking before he blew another somewhat smaller load of cum. Wow!