Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2001 16:11:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Another Night in Seattle

ANOTHER NIGHT IN SEATTLE

A story based on a bisexual married man's true
experiences

By BILLY JAY DEE

 "That's him," I said to myself, as the light turned.

 I gulped and started across the street. His tall
frame swayed slightly in his white dress shirt and
tight faded Levis. Wide spread fingers braced against
the barnwood railing outside the Seattle Aquarium.  I
noticed the confessed greying hair and slight paunch.

 I wore grey shorts and a white tank top, due to the
summer heat, with a blue zippered hooded sweatshirt
tossed on when the afternoon rains started.

 He recognized me from that distance. I tugged at the
sweatshirt and smiled his way.  Bruno says my smile is
a smirk, that people interpret as a snarl because I'm
6'2" and almost 300 pounds.  So, I smiled again,
better, I hoped.  He smiled in return watching me
cross the street.
 My smile widened when we got within handshake range.
Then I realized I was smirking again and tried once
more.

 "You must be Larry!" he said heartily.

 "Yeah, I am.  That makes you, Bill."

 His left hand touched my arm as our right hands
shook.

 "You were right. Lots of places to eat around here.
The next one down looks nice and has a great deck
overthe ocean."

 I said something lame like, "Great sunset, eh?"

 "Yeah, hopefully it'll last through dinner." His blue
eyes glanced my way. He took a breath as though to
speak and then, apparently thinking better of it,
smiled instead. No smirk, a very nice smile.

 Once past the entrance of the aquarium, when the
tourists thinned out a bit, he looked at me again.  "I
like your eyes," he said. They're green. We dodged
some street vendors, made comments about some
"interesting" looking people along the way and
discussed how to get over to the restaurant.

 The conversation lagged a little as we strode across
the boardwalk. He glanced my way again. "Did I mention
I like big guys?"

 "Yes, you did Bill.  Me, too!" I said eying his
length from the tip of his full head of greying hair
to the black riding heels of his brown cowboy boots.
We took a table outside. I got comfortable; he seemed
at ease all along.  Then I popped the big question.
"Well, do I look like my picture?"

 "Actually, you've got more hair on your head than I
expected." I liked that response. Beneath the table my
naked right knee pressed into the inside of his left
thigh.  His thigh pressed back.

 "You always feel like you're putting yourself out
there on the first meeting," I explained.

 "Yeah, I guess it's different here.  Back home in
Alaska, when you place an ad all the boys in town
respond, want to meet you, and want you to call next
time you're in town."

 We talked about all the usual junk you talk to a
stranger about.  Dinner was a while in coming.  The
slim, tall, hairy-chested waiter was cute and neither
of us did a good job of keeping our eyes off him.

 Two guys about our ages (37 and 45) sat down at the
table next to us.  Rough trade types.  I couldn't keep
my eyes off of them and laughed when I caught Bill
admiring the cute blonde girls who proved to be their
dates.  Off handedly I admitted the importance of
family and friends.

 "Whose your best friend?" he asked.

 I must have smiled, "Bruno.  He is so good looking.
A real masculine bear; you'd never know he was gay.
He's a top like me.  Maybe you've seen his ad?"

 Bill's eyes dwelt dreamily upon my face, as he shook
his head.  Then he squinted and stopped.  "So, do you
guys fool around?"

 "Never, that can ruin a friendship."

 "You're right there," Bill said and described what
happened to his friendship with his best man after
his "bachelor party".

 "So, what's Bruno doing to night?"

 I had wondered where this line of conversation was
leading. We'd never screwed one another, but I was
pretty sure we'd enjoy taking turns screwing Bill.  My
leg pressed up against his again.  "He's got a date
tonight, too."

 I kept the pressure up on his innerthigh.

 "Then you two should have a lot to gossip about
tomorrow."

 "Yes, we will,"  I promised, laughing,
"because I'm good."

 He laughed with me. I said I was done eating.  We
paid and left.

 I was parked beneath the freeway, but there were too
many people and too much light, until we got in the
car. I pulled him up out of his seat to kiss him. He
responded by trying to crawl on top of me. It was a
warm, hot, wet kiss, with stubble of his chin on my
cheek and his lips locked on mine.  We kissed again
once I got the car out of the spot. Then I got our
arms untangled and invited him to grope my crotch. He
was playing with my balls for the longest time until
his left hand strayed a little further to the left and
he found my hard cock trapped down the leg of my
shorts.	"Wow!" he exclamined, tracing its hard bulbous
head with the middle finger of his left hand.

 We found a place down the hill from his hotel, parked
and headed up the steep side walk.  I assured him I
knew the drill and fell a few paces behind as we
approached the lobby.  Okay, actually, I'm not in that
good a shape, I lagged behind.  He kept up a
non-chalant pace up the steep side walk, glancing
about and smiling oblivous to me (and thank goodness
to my condition.)

 His ass, jacked up by the cowboy boots, bounced along
ahead of me at eye level. Nice, firm, muscular
haunches pulled the denim tight with each long stride.
I kept up enough to maintain the arousing view.  But,
when he headed for the stairs to his room, I had to
ask which floor.

 "Third," he assured me and then went back to his
I-don't-know-this guy routine.

 By the time we made his floor, I was huffing and
puffing. Once, in his hotel room, as he striped off
his shirt, I fell back on his bed exhausted.  His
mouth fell open in concern. I didn't know if he
thought I was having a heart attack or was concerned
that I wasn't going to be able to perform.  Now, my
heart was really pounding.

 He knelt next to me on the bed in his levis. He
kissed my clammy brown hand and stroked the
sweat-soaked tank top that stretched across my hairy
belly and chest. He was gentle and assuring.  When he
suggested I get out of my sweatshirt, I let him help
me up then rapidly stepped out of everything else.

 My cock's about 7 inches long and 3 wide -- more wide
than thick.  He must have liked what he saw pop
straight out of my shorts, cause he beamed and then
immediately leaned forward from where he sat on the
bed and started sucking my sweaty slab of meat.

 "Let me go over here," I said and stepped around him
to lay on the bed. My belly rolled back and his lips
had a clear access to my cock.  It stood straight up,
the skin on my helmet head ached in anticipation of a
tongue lashing. Bill went right to it, deep throating
the head and licking the shaft.

The flickering pink thing attached to his mustached
lips wiggled it's way on to my balls. They had to be
salty as much as I sweated coming up the hill and
stairwell. He tried to lick his way down further, but
I kept my heavy legs flat on the bed. I'm strictly a
top.

 "Come here."  I lifted my white arms and puckered
mylips as I said it.  Bill looked up from my crotch in
response. "It don't need to be any harder.  Come
`ere."

 He stood, dropped his pants and crawled over my belly
to kiss my face. What with my bulk his legs were
spread nice and wide.  We kissed hotly again.  My
hairy hands pressed him close to me.  His thighs
rubbed his cock against my belly. Our tongues dueled.
His butt rose and fell with his mouth thrusts, just
inches above my rod.

 My hips started rising to meet his quickening
downthrusts. My hands rode down his back to enwrap his
buttocks.  He was breathing heavily, his eyes glazed.
My helmet head started knocking at his backdoor. He
mumbled something about condoms and k-y in the
bedstand.

 I just kept jabbing at his ass. His right hand
reached back and under to grab my dick and guide it
into his hairy bung hole. He struggled a little to get
it in. I spread his taut asscheeks further apart,
causing him to emit a quick, sharp breath into my
mouth. When the head plopped inside, his body jumped
upward, but I held his ass tight. He started taking
little strokes downward to ease my monster in.

 Every time, I thrust upward, even though I knew he
wasn't ready yet. Eventually, I just arched my back
pushing my pelvis and prick intothe air so he had to
slide all the way down. He finally got comfortable and
started working his ass in a tight spiral around my
throbbing manmeant. But I wanted deeper.

 "I want you on top of me, Larry," Bill snarled,
pulling his ass upward so that my cockhead popped out
of his tightly stretched manhole.

 I jumped up, dumping him unceremoniously onto the
bed,rolled him on to his back, lifted his legs and
took up a position on my knees behind his thighs.  I
hooked his ankles on my shoulders, held his ass with
my left hand and aimed my meat for his ass with my
right.  It slipped it easy this time, aided by the
accumulation of my slippery precum.

 I took a few strokes and knew I was going to get in
deep now. I leaned forward, my weight pinning him to
the mattress.

 "You like it hard, Bill?" I grunted into his
sweat-covered face.

 "Give it to me, Larry.  Give it to me hard," he
responded, sliding his pulsing assring further down my
slimy pole. I pulled out slowly, almost all the way,
his velvety channel clinging to my sensitized glans.
When the rim of my cockhead met the muscle of his
assring, I slammed my balls to the bone.

 "Like that?"

 He nodded yes, while biting his lower lip. I pulled
out slow and slammed hard again. He forced a smile.
His long fingers went to my hips, so they could help
me slam harder!

 I kept slamming and slamming. I kept slamming for a
good long time.

 "I told you I was good," I reminded him as I slowly
pulled almost out again.

 "You are good," he agreed as he wriggled his white
ass teasingly around my imprisoned dickhead. I slammed
him a few more times and then he wanted to see me
come. I warned him that the show would be overif I
did. I'm a one shot kind of guy. Hearing no protest, I
started grinding away on his bottom, feeling my orgasm
gathering in my balls as they swirled in the sticky
hairiness of his asscrack.

 With a flurry of puffing, huffing and sweating, I
filled him up with my load of jizm. He gripped me
tight in his arms and thrust his slender hard prick
against the brushy folds of my lower belly. "Oh, oh,
yes, Larry...ugh, cumming, too," he rasped. I felt his
dick twitch wetly between us.

 I fell on the bed beside him. He got a towel and
cleaned us up. I pulled him to my shoulder and we
cuddled as I regained my strength.

 "You were right," I admitted, sliding my dark hand
down his plump white belly to tickle his pubic bush.
"I'll have a lot to tell Bruno. I should call him
tonight."

 "What's his number?" Bill asked, rolling over to the
phone. I told him. He dialed and handed me the phone.

 I laughed as I listened to Bruno's message, then
handed Bill the phone back. "He's good!" Bill
exclaimed into the mouthpiece. He lay back in my arms.
I howled. He handed me the phone back.

 "This is Larry.  Boy, have I got stuff to tell you."

 Bill and I laughed and talked some more. As I dressed
I said, "I really enjoyed myself this evening."

 "Me, too," Bill grinned.

 "I hope you'll call next time you are in town."

 "You bet, I will."

 "Maybe," I fiddled with my sock for a moment and
mumbled something about Bruno joining us next time.
To my surprise and delight, Bill answered, "I think,
I'd enjoy that, too."