Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2011 20:09:14 -0500 (CDT) From: Stew Subject: Cross Country Adventures of Jon - Part 23 A red Ford Bronco pulled up in front of the garage. My cousin Kevin's friend Byron was here to give me a lift to New Mexico. At first I was reluctant to leave California and the potential man candy that was available for the taking, but I was was confident that I would eventually return. For now, a new adventure awaited me in the driveway. Kevin gave my cock a little squeeze when we said our goodbyes, I winked back. I was a little taken aback when I got into the vehicle and got my first look at Byron Butterfield. What I noticed right away was the fact that he wore a 3 piece suit, dark socks and polished shoes. Besides that fact, Byron was a very good looking guy who had a clean cut appearance. Freshly shaved face, butch haircut, and designer glasses radiated professionalism. As we made our way east, our conversation convinced me that Byron was a straight laced, career orientated individual who dreamed about making it to the top. Byron worked for the same company as cousin Kevin in the Marketing department. Unsure of Byron's sexual desires, I was hoping that my chauffer's actions would reveal his true nature. Unfortuneately, his eyes stayed on the road and his mound remained unchanged. We stopped in Phoenix and had a late lunch at a popular restaurant where Byron ordered a Ceasar salad and ice tea. It was at this time that I was able to get a good look at Mr. Butterfield. First and foremost I noticed his chiseled facial features, short perky nose and incredibly intense hazel eyes. Even though Byron wore a suit, I could tell that he was well over six feet tall, and had a muscular build. During our meal I got small traces of information from Byron, but nothing in regards to his sexual orientation. Byron was born in LA and went to college at California State University in Bakersfield. He studied hard and took classes during the summer in order to graduate in 3 years. His intense schedule left no time for parties or girlfiends. Soon after graduation he was hired by Deerwood Interior Designs, which deal with a very selective clientele. His current employment allowed him to meet my cousin Kevin, who he regarded as very creative and fun loving person. The rest of the trip was mostly filled with radio music and scenic terrain rolling past the window at a very fast pace. By now it was close to eight o clock at night when we eventually pulled into the Marriott Hotel. Byron, concerned about traveling at night, suggested I spend the night with him and get a good night sleep before moving on. Byron had promised Kevin to watch out for me during the trip. One thing my adventures taught me was to never turn down an invitation of a comfortable bed. I readily agreed to share his room, figuring that I would indeed get plenty of rest. Byron and I hauled our baggage into the room. I noticed a quaint clean abode containing a large king sized bed as I tossed my backpack into the corner of the room. I turned towards Byron to thank him for his hospitality. Before I could speak a syllable, I heard Byron say "finally." Byron's moist full lips were pressed against mine and he was aggressively kissing me . I seperated our bodies. "What the hell, Byron. I thought you were straight" I stated. Byron reached out his hand and slowly massaged my crotch. "I've been wanting to fuck you since I first saw your hot ass" My cock became aroused by Byron's attention. "All the way here, you never gave me any indication that you were.... Before I finished, Byron had kneeled down and was lowering my shorts. As soon as my cock was accessable, Byron took my boner into his mouth and began to seriously feast on my thick tasty meat. I was dumbfounded by Byron's actions, but I knew eventually that I would find out. But for now, I concentrated on the task at hand and enjoyed the special treatment of Bryon's hot throat upon my swollen dick. Byron's professional attitude was conveyed in his cock sucking ability as he dived in full force, not stopping until his task was complete. The blowjob was incredibly vigorous, with massive amounts of tongue and deep sea pressure sucking. Occassionally Byron would lock eyes with me while servicing my engorged shaft and I could see his expression of satisfaction. Nothing makes me cum faster than knowing the guy is thoroughly enjoying all aspects of my large member. As Byron sucked my dong, his hands were actively seeking out my ass cheeks and I felt the need to be naked. I took off my shirt, leaving only my tennis shoes. I helped Byron's endeavor by thrusting my hips, forcing my cock deep into his throat. Suddenly I could feel the pre shock tremors stirring in my loins and I knew that my volcano was soon to erupts it's hot contents. Byron sensed the upcoming event and stepped up his game by increasing the speed of his movements. Soon I was filling Byron's oral cavity with flaming man cream, which was eagerly consumed by my horny businessman. Byron had remained fully clothed while he drained my rod, and I was determined to return the favor. I started by removing Byron's suit coat, casually tossing it to the floor. Shiny black dress shoes slammed hard against the wall when Byron kicked them off his feet. I unbuttoned Byron's burgandy dress shirt, but did not entirely remove it from his body. Having the dress shirt and tie in tact was a total turn on for me. A smooth hairless, yet muscular torso contained prominent pecs with small pink nipples. After massaging and exploring the delicate silky skin on Byron's chest, I pushed my sexy man of commerce onto the bed and forceably yanked off his dark dress pants. The white boxer shorts that Byron wore had a definite bulge, forged by his raging hardon. I yanked off the boxer shorts, revealing his long thick man meat. Kneeling between Byron's legs, I went to work on his nine inch mouth watering equipment. My hand immediately wrapped around his large hairy ball sac, drawing the veined juicy cock upright straight into the path of my empty mouth. My lips surrounded Byron's steel hard shaft and flowed downward til I felt his pubic hair tickle my nose. I could smell Byron's masculine scent as I slowly sucked on his industrial spire. Two hands were placed on either side of my head as Byron started to enjoy my unilateral oral attention. I heard soft moans from Byron as I increased the momentum of my blowjob. Unexpectantly I grabbed Byron's tie and brought his face towards mine. I kissed him passionately, shoving my tongue deep into Byron's throat while I stroked his petrified woody. Subsequently Byron broke off our lip lock long enough to tell me that he wanted to stick his dick up my ass. Byron took off his tie and slipped it around my head like a bandana. Once I was on all fours, Byron impaled my hole with his throbbing member and vigorously began to fuck my backside. I felt the sensation of hard naked flesh slithering in and out of my ass canal, the feeling made me whimper softly. I also heard the loud grunts Byron expelled during each thrust of his pelvis. Byron flipped me over and spread my legs wide and continued pumping my pooper with his sizeable rod. I stroked my cock as I watched Byron's facial expressions, which conveyed emotions of lust and determination. Byron's grunting got faster and faster and I sensed he would soon ejaculate. I saw his head arch backwards and heard him cry out in exctasy as my cousin's co worker discharged a hot load of cum deep into my crack. Totally exhausted and sweaty, our bodies collapsed onto the bed, both of us sporting a huge smile. It was at this time that I asked Byron to explain his behavior. Byron's explaination as to why didn't make a move on me until we were alone in the hotel room was simple. "I'm still in the closet" Byron proclaimed. Byron explained that he literally was a virgin up until he met my cousin Kevin, who was not fooled by the professional clothes and attitude. Kevin somehow knew about Byron's true sexuality. Kevin vowed to bring Byron out of his shell. Kevin's bright smile and sexy body made Byron a very eager student. Soon Kevin was fucking Byron and introducing him to his horny friends. Yet Byron continued to maintain his heterosexual image. Byron only had one stipulation, no public interactions. Byron remained in the closet, and preferred indiscreet sex that was planned in advance in a private setting. Once that critera is met, Byron's desires cannot be contained. Of course, Kevin, had told Byron about my endless sexual appetite. During that weekend, I relaxed by the hotel pool during the day and fucked Byron's impatient manhole at night, when he came back from his meetings. If the two of us stepped out for dinner, Byron was a perfect gentleman, but once we were in private, he became a sex starved man whore who virtually molested me the minute the room door was closed. On Sunday, the day Byron was to drive back to California, I gave him a big wet kiss right in front of the hotel's main entrance. Byron at first looked at me with horror on his face, then he laughed and hugged me goodbye. As Byron drove off, I knew that if I made it back to California, I would definately look him up. I walked to the edge of town and soon found interstate 25, which headed north. Once again I was hitchiking into unknown territory and new adventures.