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."