Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2017 12:33:44 -0700
From: Dick Jacker <jackinbear01@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ex's Ex

The Ex's Ex
By
Dick Jacker

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It was complete random chance that we should cross paths again. And it was
probably my own overactive imagination that subconsciously placed great
importance on this chance reunion. The rest of it was just our
testosterone, a little alcohol and weed, and being 1000 miles away from
anyone who would give a fuck about it.
It was a normal yearly convention for the company I worked for. They got to
tell us how great we were doing, how much profit we made, how the
shareholders had great confidence in our ability to do even better next
year. Hotel ballrooms filled with booths trying to sell regional and state
managers the newest doo-dad or computer program or `what-da-fuq' to
increase sales in their stores.
I was a regional Logistics Manager, which meant I had to make sure the
warehouses that kept our products filled the trailers and got the drivers
on the road in a quick and efficient manner. The drivers had to make sure
they delivered their loads to the stores when and where they were
instructed. And if their trailer was emptied, they had to get a room and
wait until the next warehouse could get the staff needed to fill it up
again. There were a few times when I had to personally step up and help
fill a driver's trailer. Some guys balked and complained that they couldn't
take the weight I decided to give them. But taking some time to get used to
the changes in your back end when you've got a full load always made them
feel better, and they always pulled out of the loading dock smiling.
Yeah, I know, I make it sound sexual. But some of those truck drivers get
me rock hard and eager to take their loads personally.
In case you haven't guessed, I'm a pretty horny bastard, and pretty much in
the `Men Only' section. I guess technically I'm bisexual, since I've been
married before. And I'll still get down and suck, chew and feast on a juicy
pussy until my face looks like a glazed donut. And sometimes I love to see
a hot blonde college chick bouncing up and down on my 8" fuckpole. But I
get tired of all the hoops I have to jump through to get a woman to fuck
these days. With a guy, it's a lot more up front. Either you want to get
your rocks off together, or not. And if the dude says, `No thanks, that's
really not my thing", just let him know the offer's always there if he ever
changes his mind. Most of the time, they change their minds surprisingly
fast. And, honestly, I'm not a young stud anymore. Most of the bitches I
start panting for have fathers my age. But lucky for me, those fathers are
usually getting bored with their wives in bed, and find a lot more fun
hanging with their buddies, drinking a few beers, watching some porn, and
helping each other out.
After the first day of the conference, I was invited to dinner with a sales
manager from Texas, a regional VP from Seattle and their wives. It was a
relatively boring dinner, mostly work related, and neither of the guys were
hot enough to interest me sexually, and neither were their wives. After
dinner I went to the hotel bar to have a nightcap, a cigar, and to see if
there were any travelling businessmen who might have had a few too many gin
and tonics.
There were about a dozen guests in the lounge, mostly couples, and none of
the men caught my eye.I took my Glenlivet and my Rocky Patel and headed out
to the outdoor patio. I saw my reflection in the large plate glass windows
that revealed a great view of the valley and the city lights in the
distance, and I knew I looked good. At 45, I still maintained the thick,
muscular body I'd had in college. I'd decided to trim down some, but at
6'1" and 250 lbs., I was still a pretty imposing figure. I had worn a suit
and tie to dinner, custom tailored. The shirt was snug across my broad
chest, but not so tight as to strain the buttons or feel constricting. The
jacket and pants were equally fit for comfort and allure. My physical
attributes are above average, without a doubt, but it's nice to have
clothes that enhance the fact. A pair of pants that show off my beefy
muscular ass and exceptional dick and balls, without looking like I'm
trying too hard, is worth the time and money involved. I found an Italian
tailor who always relishes my visits and gives me expert `service'. He
always closes his shop whenever I come over for measurements or
fittings.(I'll share that story some other time.)
I found a table in a dark corner of the patio, took off my jacket and sat
down, leaning back, stretching my legs out, and taking in the view of the
nearby hillside. I lit my Rocky Patel, and as I exhaled the sweet, tangy
smoke, I felt my whole body relax. I loosened my tie, took a healthy sip of
my scotch, and felt the warmth from the liquor spread from my stomach all
through my body.
The patio also doubled as the hotel pool deck, and the underwater lights
cast a dim, shifting light over the area. I heard a splash or two, but was
too relaxed to register who might be using the pool at this time. After a
couple more drags on the cigar and another swallow of Glenlivet, I opened
my eyes to check out the view. I only noticed one guest in the pool, at the
far end, and the only thing I could tell was that he was male. He pushed
off from the far end and swam toward me, and I admired his form and his
speed. He tapped the end closer to me, flipped and quickly pushed off,
heading back to his original spot. I had a momentary glimpse of his ass in
a tight white speedo, and his hairy, muscular legs as they kicked and
splashed. When he hit the far end, he flipped again and surged toward me,
his head rising above the water, gulping air, his muscular arms raising up
and over, pulling him forward.
I stood, taking a couple steps closer, to watch him as he approached. He
had run out of steam, and when he got to the end of the pool nearest to me,
he grasped the side and hung there, panting. I took another sip of my
scotch and said, "I didn't have a stopwatch, but I think you made pretty
good time there."
He was a little startled as he looked up at me. I took another couple steps
into the light from the pool lights, and we met each other's gaze. Then
something stirred in my mind; a memory. I could see in his eyes he was
having the same reaction. We knew each other, we just couldn't remember
from where.
And then, almost simultaneously, recognition clicked. I leaned in a little
closer, and said, surprised, "Terry, right? Terry Wilson?"
As soon as I said it, I was sure I was right, and he was sure too.
"Yeah. You're Roger...Richmond." I nodded, and we both were silent, not quite
sure who should say what next.
Terry grabbed the edge of the pool deck and hoisted himself out of the
water. I stepped back to avoid the backsplash and to get a better look at
his body. The wavering bluish glow from the pool lights, as well as the
effects of the scotch, made everything around a little hazy, but I liked
what I saw.
He was about my age, maybe 5 years older (if I remembered correctly), but
he had kept himself in pretty decent shape. He was a couple inches taller
than me, and a little more slender. His muscles still had good definition,
but I could tell working out wasn't a priority for him like it might have
been in the past. He also sported a few tattoos. The artwork was crisp, and
the colors bold. It all complemented his body well. The dark hair across
his chest and down his stomach showed a fair amount of silver, as was the
short cropped hair on his head. It suited him. He'd grown a moustache,
thick and slightly darker than the hair on his head, reminding me a little
of Tom Selleck.
It could have been the warm weather that night, or his lack of modesty, but
he didn't feel the need to cover up. He grabbed a towel laying on one of
the pool lounge chairs and swiped it across his hairy, well-muscled chest.
He smiled and offered his hand. We shook hands, laughing a little
uncomfortably.
"Umm...so how've you been?" I asked as he continued to towel off. I stepped
back to the table where I'd left my drink. I swallowed the rest of the
amber liquid, and enjoyed the kick it put in my lower belly, and feeling a
heat growing from my crotch. I continued, "It's been about, what? Almost 10
years?"
"Actually, it was a little over 11 years ago. I filed for divorce in June
of '04..."
"And we got married August 1st." I replied.
"Las Vegas, wasn't it?" Terry asked. I just nodded. A server from the
cocktail lounge came outside and asked if we needed anything.
Terry spoke up, "Get him another of whatever he's drinking, and I'll take a
Corona and a shot of Cuervo." I told her what I was drinking and she
nodded, smiled and left. He took a moment to trot back to the far end of
the pool where a small black nylon bag was laying on the ground next to a
lounge chair. He picked it up and came back to  the table I had originally
been sitting. Dangling the bag, he explained, `All my important shit. Cell
phone, wallet, room key.' He dropped it on the table and pulled up another
chair and sat down, his legs spread, the white speedo glowing in the
darkness, the thin fabric and moisture displaying his healthy manhood. He
didn't seem to want to hide it. I stretched my legs out, crossed them at
the ankles and easily adjusted my position so that my cock and balls were
also prominently displayed in the light gray fabric of my slacks.
I felt the need to get something out in the open, so I said, "Just for the
record, this is a little weird, right?" I chuckled slightly.
Terry joined in, laughing, and said, "Damm right it's weird." He raised his
arms up, laced his fingers behind his head and laid back, staring up at the
stars. "But we're grown men. We can handle a little weird once in a while."
I just murmured my agreement, and we both enjoyed the night sky for a
moment.
After a moment, Terry asked, "So how is Laura?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't have a clue. I kicked her whoring little
ass out on the street about six months ago."
Terry replied flatly, "Wow. Sorry to hear." He looked over at me, and as
our eyes met, I knew what he was thinking. But he just turned his eyes back
to the sky, saying, a little quietly, "Can't say as I'm surprised."
"I know, I was an idiot to get involved with her in the first place.." I
replied. The server arrived with our drinks, and Terry insisted on having
it billed to his room.
I took a healthy gulp of my drink, enjoying the burning sensation down my
throat. "What did I expect? She cheated on you, with me. Of course she was
gonna cheat on me with someone else eventually. But I wasn't thinking about
that stuff. All I could think about was that amazing ass." We both
chuckled, and I casually tugged my basket, feeling it throb and swell a
bit.  He took a long pull on his beer, then raised his shot glass in a
toast. I raised my glass to his.
"Here's to amazing asses. And the asses they turn us into."
"Here, here." I answered. After he downed the tequila, gasping at the kick
in his stomach, he said, "What are the odds? After all these years, both of
us staying in the same hotel." I nodded. Terry looked over at me
appraisingly as I took a drag from my cigar. I blew out a cloud of smoke
that hovered around both of us, and Terry commented, 'That smells nice.
Mind if I take a taste, Roger?'
I looked at the glowing tip, and then to Terry. After a moment, I shrugged
my shoulders and handed the cigar over, saying, 'Sure, what the fuck. Why
not?'
He took the cigar and wrapped his lips around the moist end. Watching his
thick mustache twitch and move as he inhaled, I had a sudden image of him
sucking my cock, his mustache brushing against my pubic hair. My dick
throbbed in response.
He let out a pleasurable sigh as he exhaled, handing the cigar back to me.
As I took the cigar back, Terry glanced down at my basket briefly. A small
dark wet spot had appeared where a drop of precum had oozed from my dick.
He raised an eyebrow, then reached for his beer and took another deep
swallow.
Terry sat up, and turned to me, saying, "Roger, why don't we head back to
my room? I can get out of this wet suit, we can catch up, and I have
something a little more..potent..to smoke than that cigar."  He smiled and
winked, standing and grabbing his bag and his beer. I stood, replying,
"Umm...sure" as I took my drink and followed him toward the elevator.
'I enjoy a good cigar myself sometimes. That's usually the brand I like,
too. Rocky Patel. I guess that's something else we have in common.' I gave
him a questioning look, and he continued as we stepped into the elevator,
and he pressed the button for the 7th floor. `It only stands to reason,
since we were fucking the same whoring, lying, cheating bitch...'
`...with an amazing ass.' I added quickly.
Terry agreed, `With an amazing ass. And, more than likely, fucking her at
the same time,' he emphasized. My automatic reaction was to deny that, but
Terry just held up a hand to my face and continued as we stepped off the
elevator and walked down the hall toward his room.
`We probably have a few other things in common, wouldn't you agree?' He
fished his room key out of his bag and opened the door, turning on the
light as he entered.
`Make yourself comfortable, Roger.' Terry said as he swung right into the
bathroom, turning the lights on in there. He didn't close the door, and
just called out to me, `I'm just gonna take this wet suit off.'
The large mirror over the dresser gave me a clear view into the bathroom,
and Terry's back was turned toward me as he peeled the white suit off and
bent down, picking it up off the floor. His ass was a few shades lighter
than the rest of his body, and I saw it had a nice coat of dark hair
covering it, growing thicker as it met in his asscrack. He turned sideways
briefly as he reached for the robe hanging behind the door, and I got a
glimpse of a pretty impressive cock, looking thick and heavy, resting on a
large pair of nuts drawn up tight from the cool air of the A/C.
The TV was showing some cable news show, the volume set low. I set my drink
down on the table In the corner, and tossed my jacket over the back of one
of the chairs next to it. Removing my tie and unbuttoning the top button of
my shirt (and then the next button to show a nice patch of the dark brown
fur that covered my chest and  stomach and was starting to spread across my
shoulders and lower back), I laid it on the jacket. Sitting in the matching
chair I slipped off my shoes, and slid them aside. I leaned back, assuming
the same posture Terry had earlier displayed; beefy arms up, fingers laced
behind my head. Legs bent, wide apart, my basket openly on display. I had
worn cologne, but the scent was mostly gone, and I could get a faint hint
of my own sweat, wafting from my armpits. My shirt revealed two small dark
patches of perspiration. It wasn't an unpleasant odor.
"So, still part of the `suit & tie' crowd, I see." Terry said as he left
the bathroom. He had put on the complimentary robe most hotels have. It was
a cheaper style, and it only reached just past his knees. I easily saw his
package bouncing back and forth under the thinner terrycloth fabric. He sat
down on the far side of the king-size bed and, reaching into the drawer in
the nightstand, brought out a small metal box, the kind most breath mints
come in. He stopped for a second, looked at me, and said, `I'm sorry. I
don't think I even asked you. Do you indulge?' he indicated the box, and a
small colorful glass pipe he had taken from a small black case. It probably
held CD's at one time. I said, "Oh, yeah, of course. I just assumed you
knew. You know, another thing we have in common." We both grinned a bit,
and Terry turned back to filling the pipe. `So, what are you doing here? I
saw that there was some national company something-or-other here this week.
Is that you?' He turned back to me, offering me the pipe, filled with weed,
and a lighter. I accepted both, gratefully, with a small nod of my head.
"Yeah, that's the company I work for. My boss thought it would be a nice to
give me a week away from work. To come here. To talk about work. With other
people who work for the same company." Terry laughed,  I just smiled and
shook my head as I held the pipe to my lips and set the flame from the
lighter toward the bowl. The first hit is always strong, and I hadn't
smoked any weed in a couple months, so I toked lightly. I held the smoke in
as I handed the pipe and lighter back, then exhaled the thick pungent
smoke, feeling my head get a little swirly, and a smile grew across my face
and just stayed there. I felt more stress and worry falling off me like
loose clothes, and I hitched my butt to the edge of the chair and leaned
back, legs stretched in front of me, trying to find the most comfortable
position.
I turned to Terry and asked, "What about you? What brings you here? You
were a writer, right?" He was holding the smoke in his lungs, and just
nodded. He exhaled and set the pipe and lighter down on the small
nightstand, then swung his legs up onto the bed, his back reclined against
a couple of pillows and the headboard.
'I'm working for AP. The Associated Press. There's a senator retiring from
this district, and a number of candidates from both parties looking to fill
his seat. I'm trying to get interviews before the primaries, and covering a
Republican debate later this week."
'Sounds like fun.' I answered sarcastically, I scooched my butt around in
the chair a bit, still trying to find a comfortable position. Terry was
over on the far side of the bed, patting the empty nearer to me/.
`Roger, this is a king-size bed, there's plenty of room.' He patted the
mattress a couple more times. `Relax.' I just looked at the empty space on
the bed, shrugged my shoulders, got up and joined him on the bed, sliding a
pillow beneath my lower back and reclining against the headboard.
Terry passed me the pipe and lighter again, and I enjoyed a deeper drag,
feeling the smoke rolling through my lungs until I needed to release it. I
opened my mouth, and closed my eyes, and let the cloud roll lazily out of
my mouth. My tongue twirled slowly around, and I heard Terry say, a little
quietly, `Dude, you can't let a hit like that go to waste.' And before I
could react, his mouth was on mine, inhaling the smoke from my mouth, his
tongue dancing and wrestling with mine. His thick moustache scratched
against my face, and I moaned, returning the deep kiss. He pulled back and
we both looked at each other.
Terry looked a little scared, but also very turned on. He was breathing
heavy, and said, `Man, that felt good. Sorry, I couldn't help it. You okay,
Roger?'
`Yeah, I am. I'm just surprised, is all. I didn't know you were into guys.'
Terry sat back, taking the pipe and lighter and setting it on the
nightstand. `Not all the time.' he answered. `Usually just when I get high.
Or when I'm too horny to go to a club and try and pick up a chick. Hell, I
never even messed around with another guy until Laura talked me into it.'
I turned to him, a little startled. "You too?" We both chuckled, and I
added, 'Something else we have in common, right?' Then I said, "Tell me
about the first time."
Terry shook his head and said, "Uh-uh. You first." He picked up the pipe
and lit the bowl again. I sat thinking for a while, trying to retrieve a
memory from my past that I hadn't thought about in years.
"She convinced me that it would be real hot, but I didn't want to ask any
of my buddies, so we go out to a club and she starts hitting on this
20-something college dude. He follows us home and we get going at it, and
while she's sucking on me and the dude we picked up, he starts rubbing my
chest and reaches down and feels my balls. Laura's jacking us both and she
looks up and says `Kiss.' We're standing there, making out, stroking each
other's hard dicks, and she lays back watching and playing with her pussy,
getting it nice & wet."
Remembering that first experience with another man was making me excited,
and I could feel my dick throb and press against the fabric of my slacks. I
grabbed my basket and adjusted it, and looking over at Terry, he had his
hand firmly gripping his hard dick, the robe laying open, exposing his
firm, tanned hairy body.
"Yeah, she had a way of talking me into some wild shit." he said. I had no
doubt where this was headed, so I got up and started stripping off my
clothes as I watched him slowly stroke his healthy cock, already leaking
copious amounts of precum. His free arm was settled behind his head, and I
looked at his dark hairy armpit, knowing I wanted to get a taste of than
manly, sweaty patch of fur.
Terry shared his story. "My first time was with a guy I worked with. Seth,
I think his name was. Sorta short and thick, but not fat. She'd seen him a
few times when she'd picked me up at work. He rode a Harley. She said she
thought he was hot. He was divorced, so she told me to invite him over for
burgers and a football game.  It took about a six-pack and a couple joints,
and Laura acting like a slut, but soon enough, the three of us are in bed,
and she's bouncing on my dick, leaning over giving Seth some amazing head.
She's sucking his dick, then kissing me, back and forth, and his dick's
moving closer and closer and without a second thought, we're both sucking
his cock."
I was naked, breathing heavy, standing next to the bed stroking my cock.
"Aww fuck that must have been hot." I said, as I climbed back onto the bed,
straddling Terry's hips. I wrapped my hand around both our cocks and
stroked them together, both of us pushing our hips forward, watching our
slick hard cocks rubbing together. Our cocks looked very similar in length
and thickness. Another trait in common.
"The hottest part was all the times Seth and I swapped blowjobs at work
after that. I never told Laura about that."
His hands grabbed my asscheeks and pushed me up and forward, his greedy
mouth open wide. My dick slid down his throat until I could feel the beard
stubble on his chin brushing back and forth against my balls. His hands
kneaded my hairy ass, and I started humping his willing mouth, pulling back
to see my slick hard shaft, then sliding all the way back in, hearing him
moan with pleasure at the taste of my cock, my precum.
I looked down at him, a sly, leering gaze. `Did you know your wife would go
home after we fucked, with her pussy full of my spunk? She said she loved
having you fuck her later, having your cum and mine all together.'
Terry pulled my cock out of his mouth and looked up at me. `Those were
probably the nights she'd make me lick all my cum out of her snatch. I was
probably swallowing your jizz, too, man. And she knew it, that bitch.'
I grunted and swore as I slid my dick back down Terry's throat. `Fuck yeah,
now you're gonna get it right from the source, buddy.'
I pulled back when I started to feel my nuts begin to draw up, wanting to
build up an amazing load of cum to feed this man. This hot fucker whose
wife I started fucking while they were still married. The same insatiable
whore who manipulated both of us, at different times, into discovering the
unique sexual excitement of man-to-man sex.
I moved down, kneeling between Terry's furry, muscular legs, and gripped
the base of his hard dick. It looked to be as long as mine, and almost as
thick. The head was shiny with precum, and without a word I lowered my head
and engulfed his meat, feeling it slip deeper in my mouth til it pressed
the back of my throat. He groaned, his hand automatically landing on my
head. I took a deep breath and let him push down, feeling his cockhead slip
down the last couple of inches in my throat. My nose was buried in his
thick pubes as I moaned and hummed. Terry released his grip on my head, and
I remained there for a moment or two longer, letting my throat muscles milk
his meat.
`Fuck, dude! That's amazing!' Terry cried as I raised my head back,
expelling his erection from my stretched throat. I gasped, my eyes
watering, my mouth drooling with saliva. We looked at each other, smiling
and chuckling. Terry reached over, grabbing my shoulders and pulled me to
him, clamping his mouth to mine. We kissed passionately again, feeling our
bodies and our cocks writhing against each other.
Terry pushed me up, begging breathlessly, `Roger, I gotta have your load.
Let me swallow your spunk, man.' I nodded and flipped my position so that
we were both gazing with pure animal lust at each other's throbbing
fuckpoles. We both grunted as each of us swallowed the other's hardon,
bobbing our heads in a steady rhythm, moaning and slobbering as our throats
were both stretched. It took less than five minutes before I felt my balls
crawl up tight against the base of my cock, and my hips began slamming
forward, drilling my cock deeper into Terry's willing throat. His hips
pushed forward and back also, and I slipped my finger between his muscled
asscheeks until I felt his warm puckered asshole. I applied a bit of
pressure, and felt my finger slide in, and heard Terry's muffled yelp as my
cock throbbed, releasing thick streams of my cock juice into his mouth. His
hardon bucked in my mouth, filling it with his tangy, thick cum. We both
swallowed, and I could feel his ass ring clamping down tightly on my
finger, as I moved it slightly back and forth inside him.
Terry rolled onto his back, gasping, still groaning wordlessly. I pulled my
finger out of his ass, rolling over on my back also. We both laid on the
bed, each of us soaked with sweat, staring at the ceiling, letting our
heartbeats and our breath return to normal.
After a couple of minutes, Terry got off the bed and went to the small
fridge in the cabinet the television sat on. I turned around, sitting up
against the headboard. He pulled out two bottles of water, handing me one
as he returned to the bed, sitting up next to me.
After taking a couple of sips, he said simply, `That was fucking fantastic.'
I nodded, replying, `I don't know about you, but the more I have mind
blowing sex like this with guys, the less I want all the drama and work I
have to go through just to get a little pussy.'
Terry added, `Yep. Just seems easier to get together with a buddy...or two...'
I raised an eyebrow as a sexy smile played across my lips. `...And help each
other do whatever we need to get off. No headaches, no guilt.'
I agreed, and we both sat quietly, enjoying the afterglow. After a few
minutes, Terry turned to pick up the pipe and lighter and asked, "You want
another hit? We could go for another round."
I looked at his cock, still thick and shiny with my saliva. But my good
sense took charge and I just shook my head. I got up from the bed, and
began to put my clothes on. `Very tempting, but I've got to get some sleep.
I've got a morning seminar to attend." I took a notepad with the hotel logo
on it from the table, and quickly wrote my cell number, and my room number,
then handed it to Terry. "But I tell you what. I'm going to be here for
three more days. I hope we can get together again before I leave.'
Terry got up as I finished dressing. He was still naked. I had my shirt
untucked and only partially buttoned my tie hanging loose around my neck. I
held my jacket over my arm, and left my belt hanging unfastened around my
waist. We stood at the door looking at each other, smiling.
`I'm here through Sunday, Roger. Maybe we could go out to dinner together
and then come back here and fuck. I'd love to feel your rod slamming into
my hole.' He rubbed my dick through my slacks and massaged it, feeling it
thicken.
I growled deep in my throat, then reluctantly reached down, pulling his
hand away.
'I guess Laura wasn't the only one who was a bit of a slut, eh?" I said.
Terry chuckled, stepping back, giving his rising erection a few hard
strokes while I stood and watched, pawing my bulging basket, letting it
strain against my slacks. We were both beginning to breath hard, gladly
showing off for each other. After a few moments, I suddenly stopped and
turned, opening the door, blinking at the harsh light of the hotel hallway..
"Call me tomorrow." I said as I walked out of the room and down the hall to
the elevator, shamelessly displaying my bulging hardon.
Before the door closed, I heard Terry's voice call down the hall, 'And it
seems Laura wasn't the only one who could be a fucking cocktease either!" I
pushed the button for the elevator, and turned around to see his head
poking out from his room, smiling broadly. I stepped into the elevator and
lewdly grabbed my crotch and flipped him the finger. He turned around and
bent over in the doorway, wiggling his hairy muscular ass  I laughed as the
elevator doors shut.