Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 14:21:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Natif Subject: Alibi This story is Fiction and contains adult material. If this type of material is not legal in your area and/or you are not of legal age to view adult material Please Close this file and do not read. Otherwise please enjoy Feedback will be appreciated mnatif@yahoo.com "Alibi" part one Driving thru Illinois, watching nothing but flat land, corn fields and telephone pole after pole whipping by has to be the most boring piece of land in the country. I'm sitting in the back seat, bored and miserable. This was supposed to be a nice trip, just me and my dad, going to Mississippi to visit my aunt. I was looking forward to getting away from my wife Ruby and my 2-year-old daughter Jennifer for a few days. Instead I have become an alibi again. Well, at least I won't be doing any driving. You see, Bill my dad is driving and sitting next to him is Betty. Betty is not my mother. He has only done this in front of me once before. It was a fall Saturday afternoon. Dad and I were going out to have a father and son cocktail. It was a Sunday ritual. Mom would cook her southern dishes. Today it was meatloaf, a little on the loose side, mashed potatoes, and fried corn. After eating, Dad and I would go out to "wash the car" code for having a few drinks. We pulled into the parking lot of the Sheridan Inn " Before we go in I have a few things we need to talk about. " he said "What's that dad?" "Your grown up now and you know about a mans needs. I love your mother more than life itself but that doesn't stop the needs. I know you won't hurt your mother. I'm meeting Anna from work to knock off a piece. You can wait in the bar. I won't be too long." I felt disgusted. Not so much for him having an affair, I have not been that great in the faithful department myself. I was disappointed in him for using me as his alibi. We got out of the car and walked toward the bar. "You can have a piece of Anna too if you want." He said 'Oh my God,' I thought You see, this presents all sorts of problems. Number one I'm gay. It's all I can do to have sex with my wife. I have been blessed with a vivid imagination and fantasize about a nice big cock while I am having sex with Colleen. I do care for her. That is what makes it possible. I absolutely could not fake it with Anna, sloppy seconds too. How would I look her in the face tomorrow at work? I sat down at the bar and ordered a vodka gimlet. Usually I'm a beer drinker but I needed something to calm me down a bid. I'm the only one at the bar and the bartender is busy wiping all the liquor bottles clean. What the hell am I going to do? I can't tell my dad I'm gay and I certainly can't fuck Anna. Maybe I could tell Anna...Fuck no. It would be all over the shop the next day. "Excuse me, could I have another drink please?" I asked the bartender. "Sure, same way" she said "Yes please" I hate sitting at a bar alone. I seem to get drunk faster on less liquor. There is no one here to talk to, to pass the time and I am just on the verge of a full-blown panic attach. I look at my watch. Its 5 till 6pm. What the fuck am I going to do? Dad will disown me. Its funny, I know he won't offer me the same protection from telling mother my little secret. "Excuse me." "Would you like another one sir?" "Yes please." Jesus, I don't want Anna to even see me here. I wish I could go home. I don't think I could get it up now. I just want to get this over with. "Hey son, you ready to go yet?" dad said Thank God. "Sure let's go home," I slurred He didn't offer me any of his seconds or an explanation. "Alibi" part two I won't have that problem on this trip to MS. We are staying at the Ramada Inn in Corinth. Separate rooms thank you. We are driving 14 hrs to see my Aunt for about 5 Min so Pop can get his rocks off. At least they have a bar at the motel. At the Bar Mississippi is a strange state for alcohol. Most of the state is dry with little pockets here and there that are wet. The alcohol map changes too. At this particular point in time "hard liquor " is allowed. Beer and wine is not allowed. The bar is packed. I've never seen a bar run like this before. Behind the bar one person is filling glasses with ice. The other has a bar gun and dispenses the booze and the mix. The waitress yells out her order, maybe 6 or 8 different drinks some with this, some without that. Nothing is in writing. The guy just keeps moving his gun from one glass to the next. Finally my vodka gimlet gets there. There are a lot of cute guys here. I have had sex with guys, lots of times. But usually I would just give someone a blowjob in the john and that's it. It's always the same. Once a guy gets his blowjob he could care less about the blower, especially if he is straight. Yes that's right. I usually blow straight guys. I've never fucked or been fucked by a guy. Never really wanted too. I figure if I was going to fuck someone it should be Colleen. I sure would like to get a guy up in my room tonight. I have been thinking of this problem the whole trip. I will just have to play it by ear. The first thing is for me to check out the toilets. So here goes nothing. There are two urinals and two toilets. The partition between the urinals is sufficient to make it difficult to peek at the guy next to you. He would have to be standing way back and you would have to be stretching his neck. Not a good situation. The toilet stalls are clean, no writing on the walls and most disappointing, no glory hole. The stall door does face the urinals but you can't see through the crack in the door. Well back out for another drink. There are lots of neat looking guys here. One thing I always believe, there is always a fag in every bar and always a straight dude ready to have his cock sucked. Most of these guys seem to have an awfully red neck though. I made some eye contact with one guy that seems to be by himself. He could be waiting for someone. I think he might be looking for the same thing I am. I will keep my eye on him. Dad and Betty seem to be better occupied in their room. The guy is blond, slight of build about 145 lbs and 5ft 4in tall, clean looking with a bit of a darker five o'clock shadow. I can't tell by his bulge how big his cock is; just that he has something down there. I finally had enough booze to head off to the toilet. Guess who is following me in, the cute blond. I head directly to the urinal on the right and he goes for the other one. I am so fucking horny I can't stand it. I am afraid to be too obvious so I decided to take a step back and let him take a peek of my hard 7 inches and find out if he is interested. This must be what fishing is all about. I stood back. Took a leisurely stroke to extract the last of the piss and a couple of shakes. I was pretending it wasn't hard as a rock. I got a nibble. He turned his head and focused his eyes into a stare directly onto my turgid penis. I casually stuffed it back into my pants washed my hands and left the room. We both resumed our previous positions in the crowded bar. Now we were both keeping close tabs on one another. I'm still not one hundred percent sure though. One more test. I'm off to the toilet again. There are two guys at the urinal, so I go to the stall to piss and leave the door open. Bingo! Here comes the blond. The two guys leave and he takes a spot at the urinal that gives him the best view of me in the stall. I decided to tuck in my shirt so I opened my belt and paints, unzipped the fly. I don't wear underwear and was still hard as a rock. I pulled on my cock like I was shaking off the cobwebs. He was enjoying the show but I was still a little nervous. I was doing all the flashing and he was watching. As I walked past him I nodded and said hi. He asked me if I wanted a drink. I have him hook line and sinker now. But he is still not in the boat. Me, being a big city boy, don't have a lot to talk about. I was racking my brain trying to figure a way to get him into my room. Then it hit me. "I have a little smoke up in my room. Would you care to join me?" I nervously asked wondering if he was a cop. "Yea I'd like that." he said with his thick southern drawl. "I'm in room 303. Give me a couple of minutes and come on up" Now that it appears everything is going my way, my stomach is really getting tight. We have to get into my room without being seen by dad and company who are across the hall. I did notice he did not get a key to my room but that didn't mean he couldn't obtain one. At least the coast is clear. I hear a light tapping at the door. My heart is racing 100 Miles an hour and I am scared stiff with excitement and fear. I may have given my share of blowjobs but this is my first time to have full access to a man. Yet I am still not certain he wants anything more than a toke on a joint. I open the door, "Come in." I said in a rather formal manner." I'm just rolling it now. Have a seat make yourself comfortable." I sat on the bed next to the nightstand and began cleaning the pot. He sat next to me on the bed close but not touching. My hands were trembling. I spilt all the pot onto the nightstand for my first attempt to roll it. I could almost feel his breath on me yet we didn't speak. I felt this was normal since I never exchanged name with a sex partner before. "Crap!" I said as the paper tore on my next attempt. "Relax. Would you like me to roll it?" "No, I'll get it. I'm just a little nervous." I'm hoping once I smoke a little I will get enough nerve to make some kind of move. Finally I have it rolled. I gave up and used two papers. One to hold the stuff together and another to plug the tear I made. Not professional for a veteran pot smoker but it will work. I lit the joint, took a deep inhale and passed it to him praying I would not start a coughing jag. He leaned over close to me. I thought he was stretching to reach the ashtray on the nightstand. He turned his head towards me. I could smell him. Just an odor that was he. Still a clean scent mixed with tobacco. Then he placed his lips onto mine. I had never kissed a man on the lips before. I felt more than his lips. There was a little prickly feeling from his 5 o'clock shadow. I just maintained my position. Still I was uncertain how to respond. My body new how to respond, the pressure in my pants was becoming unbearable. I was too scared to look at his groin but I was sure he was responding too. I was beginning to feel some relief that he made the first move when I let my lips part just a bit and I felt his tongue making some inquiries. Looking for permission to enter and explore. Our mouths became one. I twisted my face to feel more of the scratching from his beard. This was a new experience. I had never thought or fantasized of the roughness of two men's faces closely pressed together. I was dizzy with excitement. Our excitement soon turned to hunger. With our lips still pressed together he began to unbutton my shirt. He was not doing this in a slow seductive manner. He was a starved man opening a package of food that he intended to devour. I quickly returned the favor and had him out of his shirt before he competed mine. We slid down the bed. He on his back, me on top with my legs spread supporting me, his slender body in between. Our lips parted and I tasted his beard trying to scrape the skin off my lips. I dragged them down under his chin and neck. I needed to taste all of him. This may be the only man I can have this way and I wasn't going to miss any opportunity. He was thin. His chest was not huge but larger than his waste. He was not muscular but in shape. He was about twenty-five. The same age as me. Not too much hair. Unlike his face, his hair was soft. I licked my way towards his right nipple. Unsure what to do next I flicked my tongue across the bud. He moaned and pushed his chest into my face. I could not believe this was happening. Never before had I the time to explore another man. I didn't know his name. I wanted to be with him forever. My hand slipped between our bodies searching for his belt buckle. I released his and mine at the same time. Now he was helping. He undid his pants and slid them down and onto the floor. I was one huge excited nerve. I had never seen a man's cock and balls from this vantage point. It was warm it the room. His balls were hanging loose in their sack. They were resting on the bed, legs spread and his cock pointing to his face nearly reaching his belly button. The flesh of his uncut cock swollen to a throbbing warm firm piece of meat waiting for some attention I wanted this to last forever. Taking my sweet time I undressed myself and slipped back between his legs. I licked his left testicle and tried to slip it into my mouth. "Oh yea." He moaned." Don't stop" I tried to suck in his other nut but it was too large. I stroked his cock, feeling its heat and velvet-like skin. He smelled of fresh soap and tasted of salt. I started to stroke my cock slowly at the same rhythm as his. I put his uncut cock into my moth running my tongue under the ridge of its head. I followed the ridge to the back of the head and flicked my tongue up to the piss slit. I pushed my face all the way onto his hard pole. My nose was in his pubes. I had tears in my eyes trying not to gag. I couldn't believe my good fortune. Knock, knock I heard from the door. I froze in my tracks. His cock was still deep into my throat. " Mike, Are you there?" I heard the familiar voice of my father. Still frozen with fear I felt the cock throbbing deep in my throat. We both held our breath and waited to see what would happen. He struggled to get up but I held my place. Hoping I would NOT hear the sound of keys. " We're going down to get something to eat. Maybe we will catch up to you latter?" I heard coming from the door. He seemed amused. I slowly slid my mouth up to the end of his cock and plunged down again. He and I were so close to climax. I wanted it to last but I could not control myself. His cock was so hard. His balls picked up off the bed. I pulled my mouth off and continued stroking both of us. I looked up and all I could see was the mountain of a pulsing cock head with the blurred face in ecstasy in the background. He started to shoot first. The first strand went high in the air and landed on his left nipple. The next two or three just dribbled over the top of the head. I was struggling to keep coordinated enough to stroke both of us. Once I saw him shoot I lost all control and lubricated my cock with the semen flowing out of my dick. I lay there looking at his cock. Doing everything I could to burn the memory into my brain. To remember his scent, his balls, the wonderful taste of his cock. I will never forget the feel of his face against mine. Its over now. What if my dad comes back? What if he sees him leave the room? The standard gay guilt starts to eat at you. Once someone in the closet reached climax the weight of what you have done lands on you shoulders. "Do you want to do it again?" he asked cheerfully "No!" I replied in complete confusion. Why would he ask that kind of question? We are done and he has to go. Disappointed he dresses and goes to the door. We never exchanged names or numbers. It just couldn't be done. I was in love for an afternoon, but not enough to swallow. Not enough to fuck or be fucked. That I would save for someone else. Click, was all I heard as the door closed. My first lover was already gone. I ran to the door. Still naked I opened it and looked out calling for him to wait. My cock was already hard again. He was gone though. I would never see him again. He seldom leaves my thoughts, some thirty years latter. I crawled back into the bed and continued to beat off one more time. The next day we visited my Aunt for about 10 minutes and started back to home. "By the way Mike I know you had someone in your room last night?" dad said "Yeah?" "Hey Mike. It's OK. I'm glad you found someone. I'm proud of you. I hope she showed you a good time." "Yeah, dad, thanks. She did." END Feedback will be appreciated mnatif@yahoo.com