Another story based on the true life adventures of a married bisexual man.
By Billy Jay Dee
I walked all the floors and peeked in all the doors, but kept moving so my stomach would have a chance to settle. I eventually planted my ass on the carpeted bench in the video room for a breather. That was pretty boring after a while so I headed to the rec room.
The darkened maze appeared to be empty so I swung around into the blow job alley. Empty also. I turned back and there in my arms was the OG w/BE -- the Old Guy with Black Eyebrows.
"Hi."
"Hi, yourself" I responded.
His hand slipped beneath my towel and started stroking my six-incher. I tried to return the favor, but he explained he'd just cum.
"You look tense," he noted as he grabbed my shoulders and started massaging the ache out of them. I hadn't noticed I was tense until that moment. There is no boyfriend in Seattle any more to help ease my tension, no chance to be with my best friend in a while. I guess, a lot of tension had been building up.
I was putty in OG w/BE's hands when he started massaging my temples. "Here, turn around."
He leaned me towards the blow job wall and started rubbing my back and shoulders. The towel wrapped around my waist was lifted high off my ass. I responded by shoving my butt out and sighing loudly.
"Turn around again," the old guy ordered. A Filipino guy had been fondling my ass.
"Come over here," OG w/BE directed, "so you can blow this guy. Stand up on the bench," he said to the Filipino. For a little guy he sure had a big dick. A big brown dick with smooth petite features. He mounted the bench. My mouth mounted his cock. Hands stripped off my towel. Hands bent me into position. Hands started playing with my ass. A big blonde kid with a little dick snuck in next to me, eyeing my aching hardon. We exchanged a smile and his hand started stroking me. The Filipino guy wanted me to lick his hole clean, but my stomach still wasn't ready for that. Blondie slid between him and the wall and went to it, eagerly wedging his tongue between the smooth brown asscheeks. I kept working that asian phallus until it was time for another rest.
"Sorry, guys."
I slipped away. Or so I thought. The blonde kid caught upith me, whipped out his cock and shoved it in my face. He was a big boy, but his cock was short and thin, less than five inches, I'd guess. I like that. I started rolling the head in my mouth while jerking the shaft,but he was short enough that soon he could freely face-fuck me without discomfort to my sensitive throat.
"That's great. That's great!" he murmured. His hands reached for my cock, reached for my ass, clasped my shoulders, caressed my head.
"That's great! I love that!" His hips began driving faster, his breath came more rapidly. "I love that!" He was fingering my hole and lifting my ass up in the air. He slipped from my mouth and positioned himself at my behind, then jumped back to my mouth.
"I'm going to cum. I love this." Back to my rear and then, "I'm going to cum. Can I cum on you?" He came in shattered globs of scorching hot jizz. The guy next to me didn't seem to notice. I was loving it. When the shower of youthful semen ended, I started cleaning myself up and turned to thank the kid. He was gone. Instead I found myself staring into the bottomless pit of Mitch's eyes. Wordlessly he was nodding for me to follow. You know I did.