Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2010 00:31:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Two Silver Daddies in Ketchikan: Part II

Two Silver Daddies in
Ketchikan: Part II

By Billy Jay Dee

I opened the door to the "projector room", flipped on the light and led the
rest of the inspection team into the room.  Right in front of us stood a
construction worker with a digital camera.  He held it up in front of his
face.  As it came down to breast height, he had that "deer in the
headlights" look.  He was late thirties, handsome and slim, sandy hair
beneath his yellow hard hat.

"What's going on?" we asked as the facility manager tried to herd us up the
ladder in the ventilation system room.

"Hi, Dave. I was trying to take a photo of the work they want me to do and
was getting glare off the overheads," he explained hesitantly.

I had no idea who this guy was as I walked over to him.  He kept smiling
with that smile that says, "I know you."

"I can probably turn the lights off for a second once everyone is up the
ladder," I offered.

It's Dane, supervisor of the crew that remodeled my own office back home.
He and I had worked together a couple of times since I'm the building
manager.  He was always so nice to me -- agreeable with my concerns and
flattering in what he said to me.  All the other officials and safety
officers had climbed up the ladder. I walked back across the room and hit
the lights, so Dane could take the picture. Dane snapped a couple of
photos.  I walked back to say "Hello" before ascending to the floor
above. He mentioned that he'd be in my hometown the next day to follow up
on the remodel.

"We are nickel and dime-ing you to death on this job."

"It's no bother. I love to go there."

"Well I'm flying there tomorrow, too, so I'll look for you."


Something on his smooth tan handsome feature caught my attention.  He was
wearing a stud in his cheek.  Not something you'd want to do in my
conservative hometown.  Now I understand why he's always so nice to me.  He
likes me, really likes me!  Not knowing what to say and wondering how we
could hook up the next day, I said, "Bye" and headed up the stairs.
Almost.

"Hey, Dane, where you staying?"  I whispered as I returned to his side.

Making sure no one was watching from above, I laid my hand on his shoulder
as I asked the question.  He told me, also in a soft voice.  Our hotels
were close together.

"Want to meet for a drink and dinner?"

"Yes!" was the quick response.

We set a time to meet at my hotel on the north end of town.  I hurried to
catch up with everyone.

When I walked into the restaurant, Dane sat impatiently upon a bar stool
keeping his light blue eyes on the entrances.  The cutest smile erupted
upon his face at the sight of me.  I'm 6'1", two hundred pounds and
regularly wear cowboy boots.  I'm noticeable when I make an entrance.

Dane wore a white dress shirt.  Wow!  Did I ever mention to him how much I
like that look, or did he just figure it out?  He wore faded skin tight
jeans and brand new white tennis shoes. No steel stud glistened at the edge
of his lip.  His cheeks blushed as I walked over to the bar.

"Hey, Dane," I said, as I offered my hand.

"Hey, Dave. I ordered a drink for you."

He'd ordered my favorite cocktail.  I would have stood there dumbly with
embarrassment written all over my pale face, but it was my favorite
cocktail and I was thirsty.

"Thanks, buddy."

"I've been looking forward to this," Dane whispered.

He kept up a line of flattery all through dinner.  Any time I returned a
compliment, he blushed with delight.  The effect was fine on his face.  He
ordered me drinks and kept them coming.  Beneath the table his knee eased
in next to mine.  It was a tentative touch beneath the table.  When I
didn't pull away, he pressed in harder.  He leaned across the table toward
me during dinner.  The longing in his light blue eyes turned to icy blue
lust.

We both lived out of town and saw no need to put on a show for the locals.
We paid the bill and wandered down the carpeted hall to my room.  Once
inside the door his long slim, calloused, tanned fingers took my face in
hand and his slim lips kissed me tenderly.

"I love you, Dave."

"What?" I almost blurted from my mouth, but instead my lips stayed firmly
shut and I returned the tender kiss to Dane.  That's not the sort of thing
you expect to hear from a guy you just picked up in a darkened hallway.
Actually, the only guy I can remember ever saying that was my best man.
But, the look on Dane's face was so sincere.  My shoulders fell as we
continued to kiss and all the memories of the fond things he'd said to me
over the last few months flooded my brain.  As did the sensation created by
his narrow pink tongue flickering against mine.  When our lips broke he
continued:

"I love white dress shirts on you."  As he spoke he pulled the tail of my
shirt out of my black Wranglers and over my head.

I returned the favor.  Light sandy chest hair sparsely covered his tan
torso.  The few hairs on my torso are touched with gray.  We returned to
kissing.  I spun him in my arms and literally danced us towards the queen
size bed with the mottled quilt atop it.  He dropped to his knees right
before we reached my target and began unbuckling my brown leather belt.

A gasp escaped me as he pried my hard dick out of my tighty whites.  He
smiled and gazed up to share his delight with me.

"I love how confident you are," he chuckled as he went to work on my cock.

I've got an average six inches, so he could deep throat the whole thing.
Soft slurping sounds reached my ear as his mouth slid down from the tip of
the head to very near the base.  I groaned appreciatively and put my hands
on his hard muscled slim shoulders.  With his left hand braced against the
foot of the bed, his right hand pulled my rod out of his sweet lips and he
began to lick the shaft from base to tip.

"I can't believe this is happening," he said with a shake of his head .  He
returned to sucking my rigid cock.  He was face fucking himself and I was
glad to help.  I leaned over him a little more, put more weight on his
shoulders and started moving my hips in to meet his mouth.  It felt so
good!  I so wanted to slam it into Dane, but I restrained myself.  My
muscles ached to start slamming his handsome face.  And if felt so good.
With a gasp I realized that it felt too good.  I wanted this to last a
while.  My right hand eased his thin chin off and I bent to kiss his thin
lips.  I slipped my arms under his armpits and lifted him off the floor.
We kissed some more.  Our tongues raped one another's mouths.

I dropped to my knees.  He slid out of his Dockers, before I could reach
for them.  The thin forest of sandy hair spread across his flat tan belly
to merge with soft pile of slightly darker pubic hair. From that curly
bush, an eight-inch cock stood at attention. When he turned to completely
undress, he displayed the cutest little white bubble butt I'd ever seen.

"Tan lines?" I mumbled appreciatively on a winter's day in the Alexander
Archipelago.

"I hit the tanning booth all I can.  Like it?" he asked hopefully.

"Love it," I said reaching for his pre-cum-dripping cock. I admired the
tracings of purple veins in the long, thick, pale shaft.

My mouth stretched over the purplish-white head as I reached for the base
of his rigid rod.  His tan thighs trembled with anticipation.

People passing in the hallway heard his gasp of pleasure.  "I can't believe
this is happening," he cried again.  I looked up to see tears rolling down
his tan, smooth-skinned cheeks.  "I will do anything for you.  What do you
want me to do, Dave?  I can't believe this is happening!"

"I want you in my ass," I grunted, adding another glob of saliva to his
already precum-and-spit-soaked prick.

He pulled me up enough to gently roll me onto the bed.  While I shimmered
out of my jeans and boots, he stood staring at me with obvious lust and
delight.  When Dane returned to my arms, he had a small tube of lube in one
hand and a couple of condoms in the other.  We went back to kissing.  He
got a glob of lube on his hand and began to stroke my slick six incher.

"You still want it up the ass, Dave?"  he asked softly.

I nodded with a smile.  As he scooted to the foot of the bed, he began to
lift my legs.  Dane spread my thighs and bent back my knees.  His long
smooth tan fingers pried my ass cheeks apparent and his tongue went for my
hole.  This never does a lot for me, but Dane was so enthused and so wanted
to please me.  Plus, his wet blandishments did open up my ass, so I leaned
back into the pillows and enjoyed it with encouraging noises.

From the spitting and slurping noises I gathered it was getting sloppy down
there.  He carefully added a finger tip to his tongues efforts.  All this
time his left hand played with the head of my cock, rolling the pre-cum
oozing out with his thumb, pulling it and spreading the pre-cum over the
shaft.  Pleasure coursed across my lower body.  I pried his left hand off
my favorite toy and inter-laced his fingers with my right hand.  My left I
laid encouragingly across his shoulder.

Two of his fingers now slowly worked in and out of my sloppy bottom.  He
pushed his knees up under my behind.  He freed up his left hand and tore
open a condom package with the help of his teeth.

I laughed at his style and smiled in approval, while he rolled the rubber
on his long, fat cock with some difficulty. Once it was in place, he lubed
it up.

"I'm going to ease in slow," he said as he teased my waiting asshole with
the tip of his monster dick.  He bent to kiss me again.

His kisses were soft and affectionate at first, almost worshipful.  His
love stick slid into my back door easily, but he didn't push after that.
He waited.  He tongue slipped into my mouth a little.  I could hear his
heart pounding.

His chest trembled.  I pulled his chest tight against the back of my white
thighs.  My effort pulled his cock further into me.  I loved it. My cock
loved it and began twitching.  Dane loved it too, if the action of his
tongue and rapid panting indicated anything.  He began stroking into my wet
ass with expert movements of his own ass muscles.  His body rolled across
my frame like a wave.  First the thrust, then his hairy belly slid across
my aching stiff cock.

His chest rose above my body, before falling on me again.  A big smile
followed each wave accompanied by a loud pleasurable gasp.  Then another
stroke in my ass, another rub on my cock which was right on the edge of
letting loose.  Then his hairy chest rising above my smooth one.  Then his
beaming face falling to my lips, which drove his long cock further into my
ass.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered.  "I'm about to cum."


"Me too, buddy," I whispered back in a raspy voice.

Dane all but jumped off me and ended up leaning way back while still
holding perfectly still inside me.

"Let's come together," he pleaded.

With his still gooey right hand he began to stroke me.  The heaving and
pushing of my cock pushed my ass on and off of his pulsating slimed-up
prick.  His panting grew louder and more rapid.

"I'm going to cum!"  I told him as his fist flailed away on my inflamed
rod.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" he cheered, then took me in his loving arms.

He began to fuck frantically.  My cock rode wildly against his abdomen.
His thrust were wicked and lust driven.  His eyes glassed over.  He let out
another of his loud gasps.  I started to shoot white globs into the sweaty
hot plain between our writhing bodies.  My asshole clamped down on his
pistoning pecker.

He held himself deep inside me and screamed, "I love you, I love you."

I was going to love the next day when we met back home.