Ketchikan Again
Another true tale from a married bisexual
By Billy Jay Dee
I had mixed emotions about calling Jerry when I got to Ketchikan. He's a good fuck, but I find him sort of annoying. Small, hard bodied, thick-dicked, balding, a face aged by cigarette smoke and attitude. He's a professional activist and his conversation is limited to his wonderful exploits in his current social endeavor.
So, I didn't call, not that I had much of a chance. My co-worker wanted a beer after work one day. I suggested the Brown Derby because I've always wanted to check it out. We walk in at 3:30.
"Bill!" Jerry warbles from the bar. We had some drinks while he caught me up on the details of his life and promised (in front of my co-worker) to get together with me sometime that week.
A few hours later he calls the hotel room where I'm staying. I say "Come on up."
I answered the door in the nude -- 6' 1", gray hair, blue eyes, much-reduced pot belly from hiking across the muskegs to work each morning. He slipped into the room and started stripping. As he stripped, he caught me up on the details we couldn't share in front of my co-worker earlier. Namely, he told me about a boyfriend with a 10-inch cock and a live-in girlfriend who knew he was bi- and didn't ask where he was going tonight.
Jerry brought condoms but no lube. He wanted a smoke, so as he stood naked, with his back to the window and his cigarette dangling out into space, I started sucking on his impressive dangling cock. Tasted nasty! Just the way I wanted it. I squatted before him and within seconds got him so hard, I had to protect my gag reflects.
My right hand rested on his little butt or cupped his hairy little left thigh. His cock is thick and eight inches. When the cigarette was done, he laid his little hands on my head and started facing fucking me. I wedged my tongue down my throat and let him go for it. His pelvis bounced back and forth between the window and my moustached mouth for a long time.
My hard-bodied little buddy then pulls me to my feet and guides me to the bed. He lounges there in all his naked glory and I take the opposite head-to-foot position so we can slurp and suck one another's cocks. My tongue chases his dick back and forth across his lap. He just deep throats mine and starts applying the vacuum to it.
It's hard for me to pay serious attention to my work when someone is working my six-inch hard-on so erotically. Jerry appeared to have the same problem. So, we took turns enjoying one another's mouths. I rolled him over on top of me and his hips started pounding my face. He was getting harder and longer. His eight-inch baby-maker was slamming furiously straight down into my throat and...
"Ugh!" I swear the soft head of his very rigid rod slipped past my tonsils (or what remains of them after my childhood surgery). I lifted him off and sat up to catch my breath.
I laid back on the bed. Jerry straddled my shoulders and fed his cock to my hungry lips. This left my right hand free to stroke my own cock while the left played with my long balls. It had been months since me last time I had any sex and it wasn't long before I shot a thick white load all over my belly, tension sliding from my body in the process.
"Roll over," Jerry said, slipping his hairy buns down my body. He worked the middle finger of his left hand up my ass while jerking himself with his right.
"Does that feel good?" he asked, in a husky baritone. Honestly, it did. But without lube, even two fingers became a little painful. I put up with it for the pleasure to come.
Unfortunately, without lube, Jerry couldn't get his bulky rod into my puckered ass. He repositioned himself higher astride my ass, attacked from the small of my back and forced me onto all fours. Still, no luck.
"How about shaving cream?" I inquired with a note of desperation.
"Shaving cream! You sure?" He started lathering up my ass like he intended to shave it. "Nice ass," he muttered more to himself than to me. It worked great and in a few minutes he was in me.
"Oh God! It's been so long," I whispered so as not to draw the attention of the co-worker housed in the next room.
I buried my face in the mattress, rolled my ass back and forth to meet his lunging cock. I memorized the feel of his hands on my shoulders and the touch of his stiffened nipples on my back.
My cock and balls were mashed against the bedspread and being rolled back and forth in his thrusting passion. His grunts and all that motion started getting me hard again, a rarity for me after such an effluvial orgasm.
"He stays in the saddle longer than he used to," I thought.
He somewhat roughly pulled me to all fours, prying my cheeks apart with his small hands so he could drive that rampant charger between his thighs deeper down the muddy road to my heart. I was loving it.
Eventually -- after an extended period of pure erotic pleasure -- he whimpered, shuddered and collapsed atop me, his creamy load filling my ass and dripping down onto my shrunken balls.
I can't wait to work in Ketchikan again!