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.