Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2005 17:16:58 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: TRYING SO HARD TO BE BUTCH

Hi!  I'm in town for a seminar.  I'll be staying for one week of meetings
with a weekend at both the beginning and end of the week.

I have an obligation as well as a desire to fulfill.  The obligation is to
get a
good rating at the seminar my firm has sent me to for junior executives.
It's going to be difficult.  Some other guys in the office, who have
attended in the past, told me that the two assholes running the show are
a couple of mean, hardnosed, unlikable bastards.  Pricks in short.

Some guys in the office had also warned me that my achievements at the
seminar would be placed in my employment record and would affect my
reviews for promotion.

The weekend prior to the seminar was, I figured, to get rested and the
weekend at the end was either to recuperate or to sight see; maybe
someone thought the host city was beautiful.

My non-official objective is to get as much sex with other guys as possible;
I am a married bisexual and more than ready for a week out of town.  I've
had my fill of fucking cunt.  I'm bored sick of cunts as well as tits,
menstrual
periods, headaches and other female maladies.

The other half of my sexual orientation is crying for attention.    I need
man
sex, I need cock, I need a lot of cock and I need cock bad.  I need to be
sucked.  I need to suck.  I need to get fucked and I need to fuck some
young male pussy.

I intended to use both weekends and a week of evenings getting some
TLC for my aching dick.  And, for that purpose I withdrew some money
from an account my wife doesn't know I have.   If she knew about the
account it would have a zero balance, more probably a negative one.

Shit, I damn near forgot; I better back up.  My name is Pete Leighton.  I'm
from Oregon.  I work in Portland and live in a suburb.  I'm 25 years old and
have black hair, which is receding slightly at the temples in the premature,
male baldness pattern but I still have a long way to go before I'm bald.
My eyes are dark brown.  My build is not great but adequate.  Some of
my friends call me "Skinny Pete".  I'm 6 feet, 2 inches tall and weigh 145
pounds, naked, on my bathroom scale.

While I'm telling you all this shit about myself I might as well tell you my
prick is 8-inches long and is slightly deformed.  I don't have Peyrones
Disease, which is a curvature of the cock when erect.  I wish to hell I did
though as there's nothing that turns me on more than a cock that bends
either up, down, right or left when it's erect.  I don't know the medical
name for what I do have but I can describe it to you.  The end of my
urethra tube, that raised tube along the bottom of your cock, the one
through which you piss and cum, does not end in a piss slit at tip of my
cock head.  Instead it ends in a half inch long slit at the end of the tube
just under my cock head.  It causes me no problem so I've done nothing
about it.  I guess some guys have an operation to fix it, like if when they
take a piss they piss on their feet instead of in the toilet.

As a matter of fact, most cocksuckers who've serviced me have
remarked that they love it because my load just oozes out onto their
tongue where they can enjoy it rather than shooting down their throat.
Cocksuckers are always sticking the tip of their tongue into that opening I
described.  The skin in there is real shiny, soft and tender.  I like it,
too,
when a guy tongues it.

Another guy in the office tipped me that the hotel where the seminars
would be held in a small banquet room would also be where most of the
attendees stayed so If I wanted to get in a little hanky panky while I'm
here it would be best to make reservations in another downtown hotel.

I did just that.

I also immediately buttered up and tipped over generously all the
bellhops and the young guys who brought up orders from room service
and the bar.  Sure enough one of them voluntarily gave me the names
and address of several downtown bars including two gay bars if I was
interested.  All of them were within walking distance.

I was interested.

In fact I got so interested in the first gay bar that I only once bothered
to
even check the other one out.

The bar was in reality two bars.  The one that faced the street was called
"The Office".  But, if you walked to the corner and down the alley there
was another bar, in the same building, but entirely separate and called
the "Back Door", an obviously gay, inspired name, one used sometimes
by gays to denote a man's anus.

It was way to early on a Saturday to expect much action in a gay bar but
I was horned up and went anyway.  The inside had what must have been
the longest horseshoe shaped bar in the world but no booths, just
standing room only and a shelf that ran all around the room for guys to
place their drinks on.

I sat down about halfway along the north side of the horseshoe just
scoping the place out.  Then, in comes a guy and sits down one barstool
removed despite the near empty bar.

The guy was about my age, obviously a businessman from his dress, and
began bad mouthing everything about the place, the customers, who he
admitted he didn't know, and gays in general.  I couldn't figure out why
the hell he'd even come in the place, unless it was by mistake.

So, to get rid of him without kicking him in the nuts, I got up, went to the
john on the south end of the horseshoe, pissed came back out, put a
twenty dollar bill on the bar right in front of a guy sitting about four
stools
from the hallway that led to the bathrooms.

He looked at me perplexed and I hurriedly said, "Just act like you know
me and start talking. I'm trying to get rid of an obnoxious guy that came in
and sat down beside me."  I nodded toward the guy with my head.  He
responded in a loud voice, "How ya doin.  Haven't seen ya for a while"

We talked a while and he wanted me to take my twenty back but I told
him no way.  By then we'd exchanged names and he said, "Pete, don't
be ridiculous, just buy me another beer instead".

Mr. Obnoxious got up and walked out the door.  I was glad to see his ass
leaving the place.  I noticed he didn't even leave the bartender a tip.

My new bar friend was a nice guy, a tad older than me I guessed. We
talked about this and that and two beers later in came a young guy who
must have been 21 to get in the place even though he looked 18 or
younger.  I couldn't keep my eyes off him, especially after he'd sat on the
opposite side of the bar, got his beer, got up and came around to my
side of the horseshoe to take a leak.  He had brown hair, collar length,
which was straight but curled at the ends. His eyes were brown.  He
showed a slight growth on his upper lip and below his lips like maybe he
was starting a mustache and some version of a goatee.  His smile was
terrific; so were his teeth.   I thought I was thin.  This guy was so
fucking thin
that when I looked at him sideways as he passed by on his way to the
john, he was damn near an illusion.

His clothes were a riot, bright blue cowboy shirt with lots of small, pearl
buttons and bright embroidery, tight, tan pants and brown cowboy boots
that looked two sizes too big.  I knew they didn't fit because he walked
awkwardly in them.  He looked as though he'd fall forward with every step
he took. It made you want to reach out and grab him to keep him from
falling.   I'd also liked to reach out and grab his cock.  As you read on
you'll discover I have a very filthy mind.  I do enjoy having it.

Chris, my new friend, nodded and smiled at the new arrival when he
looked at us, in passing, on his way to the men's room.  When he was
back and seated on his side of the bar, Chris and I started talking about
him in low voices.  Chris told me the guy came in often on weekends and
said his name was Darren.  Chris thought he was putting so much effort
into being butch that it came off a little pathetic.  Chris was of the
opinion
he would do better if he came in drag because he was so fucking cute.

After that Chris left, saying he hoped to run into me again.  If I'd had any
sense I'd have left too, gone back to the hotel and taken a nap.  I do
have sense sometimes but this was not one of the times.  I stayed.  The kid
that was trying so hard to be butch captivated me.   Guess he caught me
eyeballing him because he picked up his beer, came around the bar, sat
down beside me and introduced himself.  He was as cute acting as he
was looking and easy to talk with.  He twisted the bar stool around in my
direction and I twirled mine around, too, so we were facing each other
and our knees were sometimes touching.

In conversation, I learned he was a college student and he had an older
roommate, a guy that was 23, who worked as a dispatcher at a trucking
company and wouldn't be off work until midnight, so he was killing time
waiting for him.  I asked him what he was doing for dinner.  He replied he
didn't have anything on.  I invited him to eat with me.  He suggested a
place he was sure I'd like, a place that was down in an industrial area.
We took a cab and, I might have guessed, it was an historic place, a real
country/cowboy looking place that specialized in fucking huge steaks.

It was Friday night and the place was jamb packed with a waiting list to
get a table.  While we waited at the bar for a table, Darren got tipsy on
his pre-dinner highballs after the beers he'd had at the "Back Door".   I
drank, too, but I didn't get as tipsy from my drinks as I got from just
staring
at Darren.  He was one young, gorgeous example of young, American
manhood enhanced, in my mind, by being a bit gay, and I as I started at
and talked with him, I began hoping he was he was hung, too.  At the
Back Door I'd checked out the bulge in the front of his tight pants but not
knowing if he was flaccid or erect, I couldn't estimate his cock size.

After dinner, I invited him to my hotel.  He called his roommate from the
room and told him where he was at and gave him my room number.
After some flitting around like two exotic birds giving each other mating
signals, we finally gave up and went for it, slowly leaning toward each
other and into an open mouth session of face sucking.

I was having the wildest most erotic thoughts.  They were all fantasies of
how good it was going to feel having my big cock once again inside a
young male's tight, teen pussy, pumping it for all it was worth.  Well, we
did end up fucking but I think you'll be as surprised as I was when I tell
you
the details.

Despite his angelic face and his fragile looking body, despite his
somewhat feminine gestures and his voice, he fucked me!  He had a
sizeable cock, 6-inches with a shaft as big around as a quarter and a
cockhead as big as a ripe, juicy plum; the little shit knew how to use it
and
he fucked me for a long time, he fucked me hard and he was even a bit
rough with me. He made me damn near swallow my tongue once or
twice and he had me gasping, breathlessly, with pleasure, for most of the
time he was plowing me.  What he was doing to me came naturally with
his big cockhead.  On his out strokes it felt like he was sucking my whole
insides out, like he was going to turn me inside out.  I wish you could have
experienced the feeling.  Even though he was a hard fucker I was wishing
he'd never stop, but you know how that goes.  Finally his pelvis was just
jabbing at my butt trying to push his dick in deeper than it was long and I
could feel his young balls unloading their warm juice into my love hole
each time his pelvis slapped against my butt.

Well, Darren was going to need some reappraising on my part.  But, first, I
needed a drink, a cigarette and a chance to calm down.  I was
exhausted.  I was fucked out in fact, as reluctant as I was to admit it.

Having started in the afternoon, it still was early and the horny little
prick
got into me again before his roommate showed up at 12:30 AM.
He didn't even bother to warm me up; he erected, pushed me down on
the bed, raised my legs up, held them and entered me.  I felt as though I
was being raped.  I loved it!

Darren's roommate's name was Josh.  He was both like and unlike Darren
in some respects.  He was tall and slender but he had a well-developed
body, especially his shoulders.  He had brown hair, cut short and all
combed forward, or maybe it just laid that way of it's own accord.  He
had huge, blue eyes, a small mustache and a small, triangular bit of
beard right below his mouth, like maybe what Darren was trying to grow.
He had a long face, but he was every bit as cute as Darren and more
masculine in his manner; he showed up in his work clothes and that
added to his masculinity.

Josh didn't think he was dressed properly to go to the hotel bar, so the
three of us walked to the Back Door.  The place was standing room only.
Darren kept saying, "Excuse us" and opened up the way to the bar.  We
managed two drinks before closing time.  Our bartender said we better
get another one before last call.  We did and another bartender said,
over a microphone, "OK guy's it's time to go home, or wherever the hell
you go after you leave this den of inequity."

We walked down the alley and up to the street and luckily a cab came
by.  When we were back in the room we undressed Darren and put him to
bed.  I had a bottle of scotch in my suitcase.  Josh said it wasn't his
favorite but he had one with me and we began to talk.  "I suppose the
queen drilled you while you were waiting for me."

"Twice."

"Sounds like Darren.  You'd think he had a pneumatic jackhammer for a
cock.  Fucking is all he ever has on his mind."

"I can't say I object to that."

"I can't either, but I'd sure like to suck him sometimes, too, or have him
suck me.  As it is I have to do it when he's sleeping."

"You can't make him cum that way, surely?"

"No, but he gets hard and you can suck him for as long as you want too.  I
suck him and jerk off while I'm doing it."

"I might try that.  But I'd rather suck you off first.  I haven't sucked a
cock
like forever and I'd sure like to get a load of cum down my throat."

"Should we undress?"

"I can't wait!"

By the time we got naked we both had erections.  Josh grabbed mine
while he kissed me and then said,  "Jesus, after you suck me I hope you'll
fuck me with that monster".

"I think that can be arranged."

"Do you mind if we do it in the bathroom, so we don't wake the queen
from her beauty rest?"

"It would be good where ever we do it.  The bathroom sounds great to
me."

I sat on the toilet, he stood in front of me, legs spread apart, and I got
my
first, good look at his cock.  It was fat, cut, and about 4-inches long, an
easy cock to suck, a pleasure for me as well as for Josh because I knew I
could do a good job on it.  He had a thick pubic bush and his huge
knockers had already contracted up against up against his shaft.  There
was sure no doubt that he was a boy.  He had all the attributes.

I sure hoped his tightened ball sac wasn't a signal he was going to shoot
the minute I got his cute fucker thing-a-ma-bob in my mouth.   I guess I
was blessed; my fears didn't materialize.  I took it easy, just in case, but
I
got a good, long session of servicing his cock.  When he was about to
shoot his load, he put a hand on each side of my head and poured a
wonderful load of cum down my throat.  I remembered his saying he
didn't get much oral sex with Darren and I guessed he really needed to
have a cocksucker take care of him because when he started
ejaculating his cock just kept on jerking up and down in my mouth of it's
own accord and it seemed like with every jerk I got another wad of cum
in my mouth.  I hated to see it end.  I wrapped my arms around his waist
and kept him pulled close to me.  I kept his cock in my mouth until I felt
it
going flaccid and then I took hold of it with a finger and a thumb, put the
tip in my mouth and milked it to make sure I got ever last drop of his
sweet, sticky, cock honey.

He left saying he'd be right back.  He brought our glasses and the Scotch,
left again and came back with my cigarettes and two joints.  We sat
down, together, on the edge of the bathtub and after we'd started on
our drink, he asked me if I wanted a joint.  He lit one, we passed it back
and forth, waited a while as we nursed some more of our drinks and he lit
another one.  It had been eons since I'd smoked a joint.

Then he wrapped his arms around me and began kissing me. We got so
heated up that once we lost our balance and fucking near fell into the
tub.

By that time we were fully erect again, he got on his knees and sucked my
big dick for a while and then we changed positions.

It was sex time again.  My toilet kit was on the vanity; I opened it and got
a tube of lube.  "Do you want to do it in bed or here, Jason?"

"Here, where there's light and big mirrors.  I'll lean against the wall and
I
can look into the mirror and watch you easing your big meat into my hole
and while you're taking me."

I lubed his love hole and he wanted to lube my fuck tool, so that's what
we did.

Josh was right, it was erotic looking into a mirror as I spread his cheeks
with
both hands and aligned my cock up with his hole. I entered him slowly but
once I got it all the way in I really pounded his boy-cunt as you can do
much better than when you're fucking a guy who's horizontal in bed.  I
guess Darren's plum headed cock hadn't enlarged his hole.  It was tight
and the lube made it real slippery.  He was an easy fuck and a very
pleasurable one. And, I guess just the fact that he was so fucking good
looking it made it doubly exciting knowing that my big dick was buried
inside his boy-twat and he liked it.  In fact he wanted it bad, and I was
giving it to him.

Like he said he'd wanted to do, he kept turning his head sideways so he
could see himself getting fucked in the mirror.  I wasn't at that eminent
stage at yet, but I told him I knew I'd be shooting in a minute or two, I
couldn't tell exactly but it was getting too good in there to last much
longer.  So, what does he do, he starts abusing himself.  Shit, I'd never
seen a guy jack his cock the way Josh did.  He said he wanted to cum
when I did.  We did.  My cum was neater than his.  Mine was all in his love
hole.  His was slowly dripping down the tile wall.

When we went back to the bedroom you could see fairly good around
the room because of light from streetlights being reflected off the ceiling.
Darren was sleeping on his side, near the edge of the bed with cock and
his big plum head sticking out of his shorts.

Josh whispered, "He must be dreaming.  Now might be a good time to
suck him.  In fact, you kneel in front of his cock and I'll kneel in front
of his
face and kiss him.  Who knows, together we might arouse him enough to
get a load out of him".

That big, plum cockhead felt so good in my mouth that I decided to
concentrate on it and began rolling it around in my mouth until it was
covered with my saliva then I began, with an open mouth swallowing it
without closing my lips around the shaft.  I'll be damned if he didn't begin
to moan then he gave me what I'd been hoping for.  He ejaculated
down my throat.  Josh was astonished that it had worked and Darren
didn't even wake up.  We watched as his clock receded into a flaccid
state, then Josh climbed into bed from the opposite side and then I got it.

Josh and I faced each other and whispered back and forth.   Josh said
both of them had been invited to a party tomorrow and Darren didn't go
to the bar during the week.  He wasn't doing A-1 at college and had to
keep his nose to the grindstone during the week because his dad had
given him an ultimatum – either get his grades up or come home because
a younger brother was waiting his turn and the dad couldn't afford two in
college at the same time.

We left it that Darren would call in sick next Saturday, a week from
tomorrow, as he had 14 days of sick leave unused.  The two of them
would go to the bar at 5PM and wait for me to show up.

We all slept late and had breakfast delivered by room service.

I was pooped out and after I'd showered and shaved I took a nap; then
again, I went to the bar far earlier than you could expect it to be
crowded on a Saturday evening.   In fact I got there around 5PM.  Of all
people, Darren was there.  He later explained his presence saying he was
on his way home from an errand and had time for only one drink.
Anyway he saw me come in, waved and motioned me over.  I walked
around to where he was sitting within a few stools of where he'd been
sitting the evening before.  There were two stools between him and the
wall and an older guy about thirty-five years old occupied the one by the
wall, wearing black, knee length shorts, a white wife beater undershirt and
black, flip-flop, rubber sandals.  He had brown hair, neatly cut but not too
short.  He had large nose, brown eyes and really was quite handsome.

Darren motioned for me to sit between them, we talked a few minutes
and he said he had to get home and fix dinner for Josh.  As he rose to
leave, h winked, which I didn't get the significance of.  The guy sitting
next
to the wall remarked that he hadn't seen me in the bar before.  I told him I
was from out-of-town.  He said if I wanted to pick up something it would
probably be easier if I took off my wedding ring.  Shit, I wore it all the
time
and wasn't even conscious of it.

We introduced ourselves.  I told him my name was Pete Leighton and he
told me his was Richard North.

I have nothing against older guys but I guess they just don't excite me
sexually as much as younger guys did.  He was drinking Jack Daniels on
the rocks and when I ordered my Scotch on the Rocks, I told the
bartender to bring Richard another round, too.  We talked.  I asked him if
he was married. He said he was divorced.  I said, "Sorry about that."  He
replied, "Don't be." He went on to explain his ex couldn't take him. His
cock was too big.  I guess I'm dumb, but I didn't see the significance of
that remark either, but I continued with the topic.

I wanted to say, "Show it to me."  Instead I said, "I've always thought if I
were a female I'd want to get fucked by a big one."

He answered, "You'd think that would be the case, wouldn't you?"

We sipped our drinks and finished them about the same time; the
bartender noticed and asked if we wanted another round; I said, "Sure."

I stood up so I could get my billfold out of my pant's pocket and remained
standing while he brought me my change.  When I sat down, Richard was
standing up facing me.  I couldn't figure that out.  I thought maybe he
was going to down his drink in a hurry and split.  I glanced at his crotch.
He was exposing himself to me and he had the biggest fucking piece of
cock flesh I'd ever seen – it was at least nine-inches, smooth and free of
veins with a nice head on it.  I think I must have made a small gasping
sound.

Suddenly an older guy excited me; I was so excited, in fact, that I could
hardly speak.

Richard said, "See what I mean about it being big."

"It really is!"

"You interested in it?"

"Most definitely!"

He sat back down, twirled his stool to face me and I did the same so our
knees were touching, the same as Darren had done the evening before.

In a low voice, he asked, "Are you a cocksucker?

"Yes, I love to suck cock."

"Can you take mine?"

"Most of it, I'm sure."

"Do you use poppers?"

"Occasionally."

"I want a long suck.  I can hold off but cum when I want to.  Do you think
you could stay on it for two hours?"

"I'm sure about it with that cock."

It was hanging down over the edge of the stool. I kept looking at it and he
said, "Grab hold of it, lift it up and make sure you want it."

I did what he asked.  It seemed like it weighted at least a pound.

"Still interested?"

"Positively!"

"It will cost you."

My dick was trying to crawl out of my pants it was so excited.  There was
no way I could stop now.  I wanted that big cock more than I'd ever
wanted a cock before.

"How much?

"$150"

"OK"

"You got that much cash on you?  I can't cash checks."

"Yes."

"Sorry to have to ask you for money but I'm between jobs and need the
dough."

"I don't have a car."

"That's OK.  We can walk to my room.  I'll leave first, you wait a few
minutes, go out, look left and I'll be standing at the end of the alley on
the
other side smoking a cigarette.  I'll wait for you."

"You're not a cop are you?"

"No way, are you one."

"No"

When I joined him at the end of the alley we walked in the opposite
direction from the street fronting "The Office" bar, turned right and
crossed the street.  On the corner was a liquor store, we went in and he
asked me to get a bag of ice, a bottle of Jack Daniels and whatever
Scotch I wanted to drink.

His apartment was next door above a small, picture-framing store.

Before we went up the stairs he wanted the money.  I gave it to him, he
said thanks and put it atop a chest of drawers when we got inside.

His digs turned out to be a one-room affair with a small kitchen area and
it's own bathroom.  The bank of three windows opened out to a view of a
brick wall about five feet away.  At least it made for light in the room.

He kicked off his flip-flops, pulled his undershirt off over his head and
unzipped his shorts letting them drop to the floor.  He had no boxers, no
jockeys, no nothing underneath.  He walked to the kitchen area, opened
the bag of ice, filled two glasses with ice cubes and poured a heavy drink
of Bourbon in one and a heavy drink of Scotch in the other.

"Do you want to suck me on the bed or sitting in the lounge chair."  I
chose the chair.

He put the ice cubes in the fridge, took out two bottles of poppers, turned
on the TV and slipped in a video entitled, "Two hung black dudes fuck big
Alice".

"Mind if I watch a fuck film while you suck me?"

I shook my head that I didn't mind.  Shit, he could watch Mickey Mouse
fuck Minnie it turned him on.  He sat in the recliner chair, tipped it way
back, scooted his butt forward to the edge, draped his legs over the arms
of the chair and I had full access to start sucking his still flaccid cock
to
erection.  I hoped he wasn't shitting me.  I hoped I'd still be sucking it
two
hours from now.

"I'm glad you came in the bar and sat down beside me, Pete.  I wanted
you to suck me off the minute I saw you."

"Why?"

"You've got a wide mouth.  It takes a wide mouth to handle a big dick."

I sucked him for I don't know how long.  I was enjoying the hell out of it
and every time I looked up at him he was watching me as much as he
was the TV.  One thing bothered me, though.  He was still flaccid.

"Richard, I'm enjoying this but are you?  Am I doing it OK?"

"Sure, why?"

"You're still soft.

"Don't worry baby.  You're doing great.  I told you I wanted you on my
dick for at least two hours.  If you want to quit, I'll shoot for you right
now."

"No, don't.  I just needed some reassuring."

He bent down and kissed me.  "Go get us another round and then we'll
both take a hit from the brown bottles before you go back down."

I guess my question had concerned him.  He became more vocal – "Pull
my low hangers, baby.  Suck my balls.  Stick a finger up my asshole, baby.
You're doing great, you're making it fee real good!" – that sort of stuff.

Later on he said, "I don't want you backing off.  But, if you need a break,
pull off and jack it.  Just keep doing something to it.   That's what I
like."

I lost all track of time, but it was at least an hour and a half later when
things heated up (it was dark outside and he'd turned on the floor lamp
beside his chair).  We'd had a few more drinks, we were hitting the
poppers a little heavier, my mouth was so wet I was drooling saliva out the
corners of my mouth and his big cock was getting harder.

Every time I looked up at him, he seemed more handsome, his cock
seemed longer and everything seemed to take on the aura of a fantasy.

There I was in a dark room, lit only by a small circle of light shining down
from the floor lamp.  In my face was a fully hard, nine-inch, spit covered
cock with a huge, pinkish colored head.  And, the whole, fucking,
beautiful thing was mine to suck.  It was a better fantasy than any I could
have ever dreamed up and it was about to get better.

I went back down on him and by now I was actually able to take all but
an inch of it and I began sucking him faster and faster.  Suddenly he
yelled, reared up in the chair and his nuts emptied his cock juice into my
mouth.  When sucked to its maximum size, Richard truly had a massive
cock and his load was matched to his size.  Like I'd done with Josh, I
milked it for every last drop, put it back in my mouth and just held it
there.
Richard bent down, kissed me on top of my head, reached down and
jacked me off.  I shot all over his carpet.

"Damn, Pete, you're one hell of a cocksucker.  It was obvious you like
sucking cock.  You'd have to like it do what you did. "  We went, together
into the bathroom, I held his cock as he pissed, we cleaned ourselves up
and, to my surprise he got dressed, this time with sweat socks and sport
shoes plus long pants and a windbreaker jacket and walked me back to
my hotel.

We had a nightcap at the bar in the hotel, sitting in a booth near the rear
corner.  We chatted.  He said he hoped I enjoyed the intimacy of the sex
act we'd just engaged in.  I told him I'd found it intimate, too, and I was
sure I'd never get to suck another one as big as his.  He told me how
much he'd enjoyed it.  He walked me through the lobby to the bank of
elevators, gave me a hug while an elevator was coming down to the
lobby and said goodnight.  Then he turned and walked away.  I felt a
pang of regret that I'd never see him again.  I was sure I'd remember
Richard North and his big, long cock for as long as I lived.

I practically fell into bed and slept like a baby.  I remembered that "baby"
was what he kept calling me and suddenly realized my world had just
expanded; older guys were just as hot as young ones; maybe even hotter.
It was worth $150 just to get that big of information and insight.

Then dawned Monday morning.  The two pricks conducting the seminar
were just that.  One was huge.  One was small.  I thought of them as Big
Prick and Little Prick.  The Big Prick was huge all over, tall, bulky, big
head,
white thinning hair and a booming voice that just about blew everyone
out of their seats.  The Small Prick was a snide, sarcastic, gibing little
snit.
Both of them were unchained attach dogs and within half an hour had
reduced the twenty seminar attendees to frightened, sniveling, little grade
school boys.

Unfortunately, I was the first one they singled out to attack.  I had worn a
lightweight, light-tan suit, with a white shirt and a subtle multi-colored,
summer looking tie plus brown loafers.  The two pricks were dressed as
though they'd just come from a golf course and the other attendees were
all wearing jeans or summer plants with polo shirts.

"Mr. Leighton, why are you so overdressed this morning?"

I felt everyone's eyes were on me.  "I read your pre-seminar mailings,
none mentioned dressing casually and I assumed that in a big-downtown
hotel, most people would be wearing suits."

"Well you know how to spell "assume".  To assume makes an ass of you
and me."  I replied, it sure did, and let him make of the remark what he
wanted to make of it.  He dropped the subject.

The seminar turned out to be mostly of setting, monitoring and evaluating
goals.  But there were IQ tests, business situations, including personnel
problems thrown at us and we had to respond to them in writing within 15
minutes and then the two jerks took turns reading our papers aloud.  They
even gave us homework to do evenings.  I wore one of my three summer
suits every morning thereafter.  I felt like if I didn't I would be
admitting to
Big Prick that I'd let him intimate me.

When I'd finish the homework I'd take off for the "Back Door".  Even gay
bars have their quiet nights and Monday and Tuesday were both that
way.  I talked with guys but no one I felt about strongly enough to
proposition.

Wednesday, the two pricks hosted an evening cocktail hour and dinner at
the hotel, in a small private room.  A lot of the guys had brought wives.
Luckily mine worked and couldn't come.  One of the wives had a cocktail
dress on that was an absolutely stunning, blue color and I complimented
her on it, which led to a conversation between her, her husband and me.
The Big Prick picked up on it, didn't say anything, but eaves dropped the
whole time.

The party broke up quickly after dinner and I made haste for the bar.

The south end of the horseshoe, back near the wall had become my
favorite place to roost so that is where I headed and sat down by a cock
arousing young guy, probably a little younger than me; I guessed him to
be about twenty-three.

His name was Jason, I knew without asking because he had on a dark red
shirt with his name and a Goodyear Tire Emblem on it, as well as black
pants and heavy, black work shoes.  He was of medium height, had
startling blue eyes and long, brown, stringy looking hair.  I thought it
looked as though he needed a shampoo.  His hands were grimy and his
fingernails had a lot of grease under them.  He said he was an auto
mechanic.

He'd obviously come in right after work and started drinking beer right
away.  He kept bumming cigarettes.  After a while we started talking to
each other.  He wasn't drunk but he sure as hell wasn't inhibited either.

Like Richard, he noticed my wedding ring, asked if I was married and I
told him yes but I was in town for a week attending a seminar.  He asked
where I was staying and I told him the name of my hotel.

After a while he got up to take a leak, came back and leaned against
the wall instead of sitting down.  He wasn't fat, quite the contrary, but
his
pants, I guessed, were part of his uniform and too tight for him.  The waist
button looked strained and the zipper missed being fully zipped by one
inch.  I always look at details like that, especially any detail in the area
of
a guy's crotch.  Guess you do that, too.

After about thirty minutes, he asked if I wanted to go get something to
eat.  I said I'd eaten but I'd go with him and have a desert or something if
he wanted company.

We left together, walked to the liquor store where Richard and I had
gone, went in and he bought a six-pack and I bought another pack of
cigarettes, walked further down the block to a cafeteria.  Jason said it
wasn't a chain but it had good food.  He had beef prime rib and other
things to go with it.  It looked good.  I had apple pie a la mode and
coffee. His car was parked in a parking lot across the street.

I asked what he was doing for the evening.  He said he was going to go
home, drink his six-pack and watch TV.  I asked if he wanted to go to my
room and do the same.  He said he thought he looked too scrounge, I
told him he could shower.  Just outside the room door was the evening
paper lying on the floor.  There was one every evening.  Jason went into
the bathroom with a beer, opened the door again after he stripped and
asked if he could use my shampoo and nail clippers. I said, "Help yourself
to whatever you need."

He took a good long shower; I poured a Scotch and soda, read what
interested me in the paper and was down to the comic's page when he
came out, naked, except for a towel over his shoulders.  I was reading
something that made me laugh; he came over behind me, looked over
my shoulder and asked which comic strip was so funny.  His dick was
resting on my shoulder and hanging down.  I turned my head to look at it.
It was a nice size, about seven-inches and uncut.   As the old saying goes,
"He cleaned up real nice".

He said, "Oops, I'm sorry".  He went back to the bathroom, came back
with his hair pulled back and tied in a short pony tail with a hair band and
said "I borrowed the hair band from your toilet kit".  I didn't even know
there was one in the kit.  My wife must have used the kit on one of her out-
of-town business trips.  He threw the spread off the bed, stuffed a pillow
under his head, grabbed the remote from the lamp table and started
surfing TV.  He then called me over and asked me to get access to the
200 numbered channels, which required a credit card.

He knew more about the hotel TV than I did.  The credit card channels
offered a long string of 200 series sites.  He'd watch one for a few minutes
and flipped to another one.  Shit, he soon found a porno channel showing
two guys across the street from one another, giving each other the eye.
One darted down an alley; the other crossed the street and followed him.
The first guy was standing with his back to the wall, smoking a cigarette
and the other walked right up to him, unzipped his pants, pushed them
down and goes down on the guy.

As with a lot of porno films, the lighting was poor, but you could see
enough to get the idea as well as to get a hard cock.  The film ended.  It
was a short one.  He flipped the channel, found another one, walked over
to my chair, leaned across my lap and said, "I've been a naughty boy;
I've been watching dirty pictures on TV.  Spank me!"

I did.  He kept saying "Ooh!  Harder.  Don't stop."  He had small buns and
they first turned pink and then read.

I asked him if I was hurting him.  He said no and told me to reach around
and grab his dick.  I did.  It was erect.  I could feel the foreskin still
hadn't
retracted, so I helped it slip back over his cockhead.  He asked me to
spank him some more and spank the back of his legs, too.  That really
made him squirm and jerk.

"Have you had enough?"

"Yes, for now."

"Will you behave?"

"I'll try but it's hard not to be naughty."  He stood up in front of the
chair
and said, "Suck me daddy.  Suck your boy's little pee-pee."  His little pee-
pee wasn't so little.  As it had hardened it had also expanded in girth.  He
had a big pee-pee, a real nice pee-pee to suck on.  If role-playing turned
him on I was only too happy to play the role of his daddy.  I took his
big/little pee-pee into my mouth.  He smelled so clean from his shower, his
cockhead seemed a little damp, as though he hadn't skinned back his
foreskin and dried it.   I liked his pubes, too, they tickled my lips when I
went I deep throated him.  His little pee-pee really exploded with sticky,
warm cum, as he hollered, "Oh shit that feels good.  I've been wanting a
good blow job all day."  I wondered how he could have a real, wet cum
being he was such a little boy.

"Oops, you said a naughty word while you were shooting in daddy's
mouth; daddy's going to have to spank you again."

"Not now, please!"

"Why not now?"

"Because I want to be naughty again."

"What does my little boy want to do now?"

"I want you to raise my legs up in the air and fuck me just like I saw you
fuck mommy once."

"Mommy's been fucked a lot of times.  She has a big, loose pussy.  I'd like
to fuck you, but it would hurt, you're never being fucked yet."

"Oh I have daddy, some of the older boys at school fucked me in the
boy's toilet."

"You should have told me.  I'd have talked to the school principal about
that."

"He wouldn't have done anything about it.  He's fucked me too.  In fact
he's fucked all the third and fourth graders.  He says we're all little fags
and part of our education is to learn to take a man's cock up our boy
pussies."

"Are you telling me the truth, son?"

"Yes, daddy.  I don't want you to spank me for something so far back as
school."

"Why don't you bend over Jason and show daddy your little boy pussy so
I can see how tight it looks and decide whether your telling me lies or
telling me the truth."

He bent over and spread his cheeks for me to examine his boy pussy.  He
had told me the truth.  It was obvious he'd been fucked, many times in
fact.  The entrance to his anus was more open than any I'd ever seen, the
opening was round and about the size of a nickel, I could see into it about
an inch.  It was red.  I wanted to stick my cock into it as deep as it would
go!

"Your principal should be hanged.  He really opened up your pussy.  He
must have had a big cock."

"No, he didn't.  One of the boys had a big one though. I liked him fucking
me better than any of the others.  How could you tell by just looking
between my buns that I'd been fucked?"

"There are clues.  It's just like when momma looks at your older sister's
pussy every time she comes home from a date.  If a date fucked her there
are clues that momma would recognize.

"Has sister been fucked, daddy?"

"Yes, once.  That's why she had to get married."

"You mean her husband fucked her on a date before they were
married?"

"Yes son.  Do you want me to fuck you now, Jason?"

"Yes, daddy.  Please daddy."

"You wont tell mommy?"

"No daddy. I know she'd be jealous if she knew you were giving some to
me.  Should I suck you up first, daddy?"

"No Jason.  Daddy is already hard."

I was eager and after I'd looked up into his pussy, I didn't ever bother
with
lube.  He was already down on the floor; I just lifted his legs and gave him
my whole eight inches with one slow push.  He screamed so loud I was
sure they must have heard him in the lobby.

"Oh daddy, you're so big!"

"Do you want me to pull it back out?"

"No daddy.  Fuck me. I want it."

I fucked him.  I could tell he liked it.  I liked it too.  He had a slippery
pussy.
After I unloaded in his ass, we lie together on the floor and kissed.  He
looked at the digital clock and said he had to leave; his wife was a nurse
and her shift ended at midnight.

I was surprised he was married.  When he'd asked me if I was, I didn't think
to ask him and he hadn't volunteered anything.

I turned off the TV, poured another Scotch on the rocks, lit a cigarette,
flopped into the armchair and relaxed.  My mind focused on Jason.  I
decided his good looks were due, in part, to the bone structure of his
face.  I also wondered how and why he'd gotten into role-playing.
Maybe he just did it with guys.  What did it matter; it was just that I was
surprised.  But then, after all it was not much different than a fetish, a
dream or a fantasy.  I decided it wasn't so weird after all.

Friday was spent mostly with evaluations.  I passed.  I was rated excellent
in mathematics and conversational skills.  We were told that one of the
two pricks would make an appointment with us in six months to evaluate
our success in obtaining the goal we had set.  Too, they would be sending
their evaluation to our firms.

Saturday evening, I was five minutes early to meet Darren and Josh.  They
were already there.  We batted back and forth whether we'd go to a
Mexican or a French Restaurant.  Normandy, a French restaurant won
and Josh drove.  It was one building removed from a gut street, full of
businesses but not in the main commercial area of town.  It was in an old,
remodeled house.

We were early enough that we didn't have to wait long.  Even before we
were seated, people were staring at Darren.  This evening he had on a
purple, western shirt, black pants and, if you can believe it, purple boots.
When we were being seated, Darren walked in his awkward, stumbling
way to our table all eyes seemed to follow us to our table; at least they
were all on Darren.  He exuded a happy-go-lucky, vibrant persona and
dominated conversation at the table.  Although he wasn't speaking
loudly, he seemed to have a voice that carried and in addition to all eyes
being focused on our table, all ears were attuned to it as well.  Darren
didn't seem aware of it and all during the meal he carried on a spicy
monologue with a lot of sexual innuendo.

He was also very popular because he had another date.  We went back
to the bar, he soon departed with another guy and Josh and I ended up
back in my room.  That was OK, too.  Josh was a swell person and good
sex.  I really liked him a lot.  Unfortunately he climaxed the same instant
as
I did when I fucked him and then he too had to leave.

I watched TV, had a couple of Scotch and sodas and thought of going to
bed.  However, I knew I wouldn't sleep.  Despite a week of sex, I still felt
aroused. I still felt the need.  It was almost 11 o'clock when I arrived
back
at Richard's apartment.  The street door wasn't locked and had no buzzer
for the upstairs apartments.  I went upstairs and knocked on Richard's
door.  Though the door, he asked, "Who is it?"

"Pete."

The door opened.  He kissed me.

I started to get his fee out of my billfold, but he said "Put it away",
continuing that I'd brought him luck.  He was starting a new job Monday
as a truck driver for a firm that did contract hauling for companies that
had their own trailers but no trucks and no employee drivers.   Naked, he
tumbled back into bed and told me to get undressed.

The windows looking out on the adjacent building yielded no light at
night.  In bed with him, in total darkness, was as much a fantasy trip and
every bit as erotic as the magic circle of light from his floor lamp had
been
a week ago.  No light, no drinking, no poppers; just a huge cock and balls;
mine for the feeling, mine for masturbating to arousal, mine for sucking.
His
balls felt moist, I kissed them, I kissed every inch of his cock and I
combed
his pubic hairs with my fingers.

"Oh Pete!  I'm so glad you came back.  I've needed you.  Can you stay
all-night?"

"I can stay until Sunday night if you want me to."

"I want you to."

Then, he did what he hadn't done last week.  His hand began exploring
my genitals.  "You weren't behind the door when cocks were passed out
either" and he went down on me but didn't stay long.  "I don't want to
make you come right away.  You'll be hotter if you're packing a load."

"You want to make it last a long time."

"I don't know about a long time.  You have a talent for sucking cock.  I'll
stave off as long as I can, but I'll be able to erect again in about three
hours if I sleep.  You game for a lot of cock sucking."

"Yes.  I was reluctant to come this hour of the night but I couldn't stop
myself.  You're cock is like a magnet to me."

"It likes your mouth, too.  It's glad you came.  It likes to sleep with a
cocksucker."

It was a night of fondling, a night of frottage, a night of mutual
masturbation, a night of cock sucking, a night of short interludes of sleep
wrapped in each other's arms, a night of two men reveling in each others
manhood, a night of mutual, sexual arousal, a night of using each other's
sexuality to ascend to the highest plateau of intimacy between two men,
a night of two cocks climaxing not in the body of a woman but in the
mouth of their cocksucker, a night of love and all in a night of darkness.

In the morning, Richard made coffee and we later went to the cafeteria
down the street where Jason had taken me.  As we sat at the small,
kitchen table, naked, I saw a man looking into my eyes like no other
person had ever looked at me.  I saw a man whose eyes told me that he
loved me.  I hoped, I prayed, that he saw the same message in mine.

Later, in the cafeteria, I told him I couldn't stay any longer.  I wanted to
go
to the airport and see if I could get an earlier plane.  He was upset and
wanted to know if he'd done something wrong.  I assured him that, to the
contrary he'd done everything just right, at sometime last night I'd fallen
in
love with him, but I was married, had a good job and if I stayed with him
any longer I'd never be able to go home.  He said he understood,
whether he did or not, I couldn't tell, but he insisted we exchange
addresses and telephone numbers.

Getting stuff ready to leave the hotel, I could hardly function.  I was a
nervous wreck.  At the airport I was worse.  When I got my car out of the
long-term parking are and arrived home it was still the same.  I knew as I
put my key in the door to our apartment that I was more than twenty
hours early.  The living room was a mess but empty.  I walked into the
bedroom and saw my wife naked, in the arms of a naked man.  In the
bathroom were several needles on the washbasin.  I had no idea she was
into drugs nor that she was involved with another man.  I closed the door,
got into my car, drove downtown and checked into a hotel near the
office.

My mind had been shocked back into reality, I drove to the office, called
my boss at home and told him what I'd found when I got back in town
and back to my apartment.  I asked him if I could have a week off.  He
asked where I was going and how the office could contact me.  I gave
him Richard's address and telephone number.

"That's where your conference was, isn't it?

"Yes."

"I think I forgot to tell you we have an office there, too.   Why don't y ou
check it out while you're there.  If you want to switch to that office, I
can
arrange it for you."

"I will, and thanks Mr. Barnett for you understanding."

Next I called Richard.  He said he knew exactly how I felt.  His split up
with
his wife was for different reasons, but he remembers the shock that came
from sudden and total separation from someone you'd lived with every
day for a long time.  I asked him if I could come back and camp out with
him.

"You sure can, Pete.  Can I ask you a question, though?"

"Sure."

"Why don't you plan on staying with me permanently?  You said in the
cafeteria that you loved me.  And, before you answer, I want to tell you I
love you, too."

I was too stunned to answer.  Finally he said, "Hello, still there."

"Yes, I just can't talk."

Well, what's your answer, baby."

"Yes, yes, yes, definitely yes."

"When will I see you?"

"In about eight hours.  I'll be driving and I'll leave right now."

"Oh no you won't.  I want permanent to be just that.  We were up half the
night, you're under stress and I want you to check in a motel, get a night's
sleep and leave in the morning."

"But you'll be gone when I arrive and I won't get to see you."

"I'll be back Thursday morning.  You can pick up my spare key to the
apartment in the picture-framing store on the first floor.  Ask for Paul,
the
short kid with the wild hair.   I'll call tomorrow and tell him you're
picking it
up.  Then, since we'll be living together, you can wash the sheets and get
the bed ready for our honeymoon night.  The last door down the hall is
where you'll find a washer and dryer.  No coins required to operate.

  Wednesday I went to the local office, had a new job, starting in two
week, called a friend at the old office and asked him to go get my stuff
from my apartment for me.  He knew where it was; he and his wife had
been friends for several years.

Wednesday, I also washed the sheets and tiding up the apartment.  The
laundry room also contained cleaning supplies including a vacuum.

I also had time to think and time to calm down a bit.  I had been
unfaithful from the minute I'd arrived in town for the conference.  It was a
shock to return home and discover my wife had spent the week doing the
same thing.  At least it saved an argument.  Both of us were guilty but
neither needed to forgive the other.  I guessed it must take someone
without sin to forgive a sinner, or something like that.

Richard hadn't said what time Thursday.   He probably didn't know for
sure.  I was about 8 PM when the door opened.  By 8:01 we were both
naked and both erect.  Richard walked over and closed the blinds on the
windows and pulled the drapes shut.  I had already turned down the bed
earlier in the day.  By 8:02 we were making love.  All my past dissolved the
minute my mouth engulfed his love tool.  Nothing past mattered.

Richard was now my life, Richard and his cock.  Well, that's not as nasty as
it sounds.  Richard's cock was part of Richard.

Well, not everything in my past dissolved.  I remembered I'd have to thank
Darren for having me sit down between him and Richard that evening in
the bar. I think I understand now why he winked at me as he left.  I think
he was playing cupid for a few minutes rather than trying to be butch.

THANKS FOR SELECTING AND READING MY STORY, JOE