Date: Wed, 12 Jun 2002 18:29:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Capital City Capers -- Part I

CAPITAL CITY CAPERS -- 1

 Less a Bottom Than I'd
 Been Led to Believe

by Billy Jay Dee
(Based on the true experiences of a married bisexual man.)

 As we raced along the freeway in his jeep, his big burly hand grasped my
thigh. I returned the favor. There was something hard beneath the denim in
his crotch. He was less a bottom then I'd been led to believe.

 "Yeah, life is hard and so am I."

 Ken had ducked through the lounge's arched doorway. I rose to greet him in
a blazing white dress shirt atop by 6'1" frame. His greeting was more a
sigh of relief at seeing me rather than a smile.  I would reflect later
than he looked like Russell Crowe -- if Russell were a giant. Ken stood
6'7", long combed-back hair, a full beard, dark brown chest hair peeking
over the collar of his wool vest at me, dark slacks and heavy boots. He was
in his late thirties. I was in my forties.

 His hand engulfed mine. We enjoyed dinner and drove to his house.

 Once inside I had to stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. He dragged me up
over his belly and chest. His large hands engulfed my ass. We kissed
passionately for a long while, and when we broke I began unbuttoning his
shirt to caress his hairy upper chest. His dark hair there was soft and
billowy upon the ample mounds of his chest. As big boys do, he was already
breaking out into a sweat and his back was moist.

 I unbuttoned my cuffs as he pried me out of my dress shirt and began to
suck my nipples. His slacks unbuttoned easily. He wasn't wearing under
shorts. My right hand went immediately to his hard dick as he returned to
sucking my nipples.  It seemed short and of average thickness, but I knew
not to trust first impressions with bears. I forced my fist further into
his abdomen and was rewarded with another two inches in length and a thick
base.

 "It ain't too long, but plenty thick," he observed.

 "Long hurts. I like thick."

 "Shall we go elsewhere and get comfortable." my giant asked, nodding
toward the bedroom.

 He was seated on the blanket-less futon-bed naked before I finished
following him into the room. But I quickly caught up. Ken rolled on his
back and pulled his knees apart relieving a seven-inch pyramid shaped cock
and long ball sack hanging into a hot and sweaty crotch. I went to work
licking the shaft and occasionally deep throating the head.

 "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.  That feels good," he assured me. He'd made it clear
he liked tit play, so I pinched and massaged them as much as my long arms
would allow.

 "Yeah, yeah," he gulped.

 "You getting close?" I worried aloud.

 "It'll take a lot longer than this," Ken replied with a big smile.


 "What's your favorite position?" I asked when he was as hard as he was
going to get.

 "A guy on each nipple and one up my ass," he sighed as I returned to
licking his dangling balls and bulging cock. "But, but when I fuck women, I
like them on top doing all the work."

 Less a bottom then I'd been led to believe! Ends up he'd helped out a
buddy's sister on her birthday the year before.  I knew the cue, straddled
Ken's hips, slipped my legs beneath his massive thighs and forced my ass
onto the head of his cock.

 "Oh! Oh! Sorry!  Sorry! I forgot to go to the bathroom."

 "No problem," he assured me with a laugh.  "I know that feeling."

 When I returned he'd changed condoms and was holding his cock straight up
for me to mount up on.  It was still painful, but he held off on thrusting
into me and I was able to work him in and then stand sliding up and down
slowly until I was comfortable.

 "KY?" I asked nodding to the stuff.

 Ken handed me the stuff. I greased up my dick and started humping his
belly as I drove up and down on his shaft. It felt good in both spots and I
ground my ass and cock further into my giant bear.

 "Lean back a little."  His massive paws rose to my shoulders and pushed,
making me slide further onto his arching cock. "That's good."

 I kept trying to hump the round of his belly as I pumped myself up and
down, but I was overwhelmed by the need for more of his cock up me. I let
him push me back even further.

 "Oh, yeah. Now you're ready to fuck!"

 He was holding me by the elbows and still pushing back, getting his love
muscle further into my frustrated, wanting ass. I jerked up and down on his
hips with abandon, the love juices perfuming the air and oozing down his
scrotum. We clasped hands and locked fingers so I could lean all the way
back.  My legs were burning with the effort to pull myself harder onto his
cock with each descent of my butt, but...

 "I wish we could get more of it in me." I was panting with desire and
frustration.

 "Really? Trade places with me."

 I gasped as I rose and his fat hard-on popped out of my pleasantly aching
hole. Ken scooted to the side and I replaced him on my back on the bed. He
grabbed my ankles hoisted my ass up, scooted his burly knees beneath my
butt and slid his cock on in. The path was smooth and his thick meat filled
my quivering ass channel.

 I gasped, then said, "Yeah, fuck me, Ken, fuck me."

 He was already doing that, but took my plea as an invitation to rest more
of his 300 pounds on my thighs, folding me in half and opening my crack up
even further to his anal invasion. In the process he was smashing my rigid
six-incher between his big belly and mine and rubbing it for all it was
worth.

 "Fuck me!"

 He kept at it, but the third time I encouraged him, Ken braced his toes
against the footboard and really went at it. He was panting with each
breath and the sweat rolled off of his hairy chest on to mine like rain.

 My legs were starting to cramp up under his weight and the constant
pounding on my ass for the last thirty minutes.

 "Wow! You are great!" I confessed, barely about to gasp out the words.

 "It takes this long when I fuck women, too!" he panted.

 Once again less a bottom then I'd been led to believe. I moved my legs to
better bear the incessant pounding and my feet accidentally swept back the
long hair on either side of his face.

 "You look like Russell Crowe?" I squeaked out.

 "I've heard that," he grunted.

 That must have been what sent me over the edge. My toes began to curl. I
couldn't breathe.  The small of my back was cramping up and I desperately
needed to release the load in my overly lustful dick.

 "I need to straighten my legs."

 "Sure," He panted and lifted off of me.

 But before I could grab my dick and stroke to paradise, Ken's entire
weight dropped back on top of me.  He's wedged his cock against my hairy
ball sack and drove straight down between my thighs and started banging the
futon.

 "Tighten you legs."

 "You are incredible!" I gasped, still unable to relieve the tension in my
straining cock or catch my breath. I laid there marveling as his continued
rapid pummeling of the mattress.

 "Shoot, you can do that to me if I can roll over."

 "Sure!" he grunted, lifting. I rolled; he attacked.

 "Ah! Ah!"  I protested.

 He popped out. "Sorry, sorry." He panted, grabbing his weapon with his
left hand and shoving it back into me.

 I tried to arch my aching back and brace my tired arms against the
headboard.

  He popped out again. "Sorry, sorry," he panted, grabbing his slickened
stiff rod with his left hand and shoving it back into me.

 "The angle is wrong. Let me put a pillow under my ass."

 That did it. My dick was being forced in and out of a fold in the pillow.
Ken's sweet breath came more rapidly on my neck. All my muscles had knotted
with tension in response to his raping of my ass. I started to squirm in
protest, my body aching for release. His mighty paws fell upon my shoulders
to brace himself for his final release and the working of his fist drain
the tension and resistance from my body.

 "Yes, Yes!"  Ken panted.  His drooling seven-incher was flying in and out
of my puckered bunghole.  KY and butt juice pumped out of him and
me. Finally, after a solid hour of banging my butt, he rammed and rammed
into a spasm of grunts and groans.

 "Uh, uh, uh, yeah, here it cums, oh, fuck, yeah!!!" he almost shouted,
stabbing his prick so far into me I could feel his balls pressing into my
asscheeks.

 "Thank you, Bill. Thank you."

  He rolled off of me, on to his side and then pulled me close to
cuddle. Now was my chance. I flipped over on my back, grabbed my dick and
flailed away. His hairy right hand caressed my smooth chest and the left
gently fondled the underside of my balls.

 "What are you fantasizing about?"

 I occasionally get a good fucking from the best man at my wedding. I told
Ken I was daydreaming about going over there Friday morning, his day
off. He meets me naked at the kitchen door, tall, thin and hairy with a
raging hard on.  He gives me a deep wet kiss and then forces me to my knees
for a little oral worship.

 Then he lifts me to my feet for another sloppy kiss and pushes me toward
the bedroom.  As we pass the living room, I see a porn flick on the
television and Ken is watching.  He gives me an appreciatively calculating
look. My slender friend is long in the dick, but not long in the saddle and
when he's drained, Ken comes to finish me up. He flips me onto all four on
the bed and fucks me like a dog.

 As I finish my little tale, my hand is flailing away at my hard cock and
Ken is pressing a thick finger into my satisfied asshole.

 "Ah, ah, yeah, baby, cummmming! Ahhhhhhhhh."

 Ken smiled at my story and at the cum now covering my belly.

 Yeah, that giant bear Ken was Less a bottom then I'd been led to believe