Carlos in the Valley of the Sun
By Billy Jay Dee
(Based on the true experiences of a bisexual married man)
Carlos sat at his desk bored, waiting for five o'clock to roll around. Trying to decide if he should go jerk off in the men's room or wait and try to get a little off of Bill later in the night. Or both.
The phone rang. It was Bill, "Get your bags packed we're headed to Phoenix. We've got to fix a problem down there."
Carlos was up for it so he jumped at the chance to get out of the office. And an opportunity to jump Bill's bones all weekend. Bill was 6'1", long legged with a beer belly and a big butt just made for fucking. Bill could be annoying, but he got them work doing construction cost estimates and occasional contracts. Plus there was the added benefit that once Carlos pinned him down, Bill just loved to be fucked. Carlos, on the other hand, was a little shorter, darker of skin, black haired, handsome, hairy, stocky, hard muscled from swinging a hammer and hung with a perpetually hard 8-inch cock.
It was 110 degrees when Carlos got off the jet. Walking across the tarmac he could feel the sweat run down his balls. The crack of his ass was instantly wet and juicy. Just the way he hoped Bill's would be. But, Bill wasn't there to greet him. Carlos ended up waiting in the lung- searing sun for an expensive ride in a crumby cab with no air conditioning and a third world driver not worth looking at twice. And the driver got lost three time.
When Carlos got to the hotel room, Bill met him at the door wearing a pair of hastily donned tighty-whiteys. His tall body was wet with sweat. He had turned the air conditioner off! The sliding glass door to the little balcony must have been wide open. The partial drawn curtain in front of it, let the sickeningly sweet smell of car exhaust and orange blossoms waft into the stifling room.
"What the fuck did you turn the air conditioning off for?" asks Carlos. "It's flipping hot in here!"
"I'm not hot." says Bill. "I like it this way."
"Turn on the God damned air!"
"No!" Bill fidgeted and weakly smiled at Carlos.
"Fine." said Carlos. "Get your ass over here. Help me peel my shirt off."
Bill comes over and slowly unbuttons Carlos shirt. The bottom runs his hands over Carlos' chest and his fingers through the matt of black hair there. He reaches down and pulls the shirttail out of his partner's pants. Then his fingers are running down the brown stomach on the treasure trail brushing the stiffening cock through the khaki pants.
"Now get down on your knees."
Bill gets down as he's told and then looks up, his blue eyes meeting the other man's brown.
"Reach into my pants pocket and pull out what's in there. I got a surprise for you."
Bill reaches in, plays with Carlos notoriously hairy balls some, but finds a piece of plastic in there. He pulls it out and discovers a condom in his hand
"Now roll it on my dick."
"What?"
"Pull my pants down, get my dick hard, play with it a bit and then put the condom on my dick"
"What for?"
"Because I'm going to fuck your ass on the kitchen table for disobeying me. That's why!"
"Oh."
Bill pulls Carlos's pants down around his knees and proceeds to play with his hairy balls. When his cock starts to rise, Bill holds it in his hand rolling it in his fingers until it gets rock hard. When it starts to pulse from being teased Bill rolls the condom on.
"Now get up, bend over the table and pull your underwear down. Get them down around your ankles"
Bill gives Carlos a sneer but hesitantly obeys as Carlos kicks out of his own pants. Carlos walks over reaches around Bill, grabs his balls and then rips his underwear off
"Damn! Watch out, you son of a bitch. That hurt my balls," says Bill.
"I told you to get your ass naked and bend over the fucking table. I meant it.
Bill bends over again waiting for the feel of Carlos dick head sliding up his ass into position. He hears curtain behind them sway with breeze and feels a blast of scorching air on his ass. Then a burning sensation makes him scream as Carlos' dick fills his ass.
"Fucker! You could have loosened me up some."
"Serves you right for making it so damn hot in here. Besides it went in nice and easy."
Carlos starts slamming into his ass, hard. He can feel his dick head slide out and then back over Bill's opening. Carlos liked to pull his dickhead almost out of his asshole before sliding it all the way back in. Bill groans with pleasure as his dick starts to leak some cum.
Carlos starts to moan. His thick cock is overly sensitive because it's been sitting in sweat between his hairy balls all day on the flight. He can't hold it any longer; he comes as he continues to pound Bill's ass.
"AAaaah, yeah, fucker, here it is! Take my cum up your hot ass! Uh, uh, uh!"
Bill starts to come just from the feel of Carlos dick pulsing wildly in his ass.
"Oooooooh, yeah, so goood, feels so good," he grunts.
He sprays his thick white cum all over the side of the table. With his dick still in Bill's ass, Carlos reaches around and grabs some of Bill's cum. Carlos rubs it into his chest and into the hair on his belly, then licks the remainder off his thick fingers..
"Ya, it's going to be a hot weekend eh Bill?"
"Yeah, maybe for you. My knees are still bruised from the last trip with you. So watch it, buddy. It's going to be you on your knees this time."
"Oh really, now?" says Carlos "You think you can get that little dick of yours hard enough to fuck my ass?"
"If he can't, I can take care of it!" comes a voice behind them. As the top turns to look, he feels Bill's long arms reach back and pry his ass checks apart. There's a guy coming in off the balcony who must be 6'4, hairy and 300 well-muscled pounds.
"What the fuck?" stutters the open-assed and still bent Carlos.
"This is the customer we're here to service. Looks like it's your turn. Say hello to Ray," Bill grins. As Carlos began to pry himself out of Bill's grasp, a heavy hand fell on his left shoulder from above. A thick cock head (with a ring in it) wedged itself against his hole. A large hairy belly pressed him towards the table. Then both large burly hands were on his hips. Bill pushed his whipped ass into Carlos' wilting dick to further aid in Ray's assault.
"His handle is Bear-Rider."
Bill slipped from beneath him and Ray slammed Carlos to the table. His 10-inch cock began tearing its way into the carpenter's behind.
"Agh! No!" Carlos groaned as Ray pulls back for another punch.
"You liked the rough stuff when you were giving it to your little buddy," Ray growls.
Rays rods slams into Carlos. The table jumps. Carlos screams as Ray continues to push further in. Then the pain is easing as Ray pulls back for another stab at the brown man's ass. Carlos is panting and quivering beneath the massive man.
"Not so tough when you're the bottom!"
Rays rods slams into the ass. The table jumps. The victim screams as Ray continues to push further in. Bill starts to crawl under the table for a better view of the action. Ray eases out.
"I wouldn't crawl under there, little buddy. It might collapse."
The rod slams into the ass. The table jumps. The victim screams. Only this time Ray doesn't back out. His fingers interlace with his gasping victim's. His thigh keep pressing forward. "Little buddy, help me move this table against the wall." Ray makes the intertwined fingers lift the table and its load. Bill helps him slide the whole table firmly against the wall. The fingers untwine and move to the small of the back, pinning the ass firmly to the now stable table.
The rod slams the ass. The table doesn't jump. The victim doesn't scream. Things are loosening up down there and Ray's python is starting to slide rather than tear in and out of its hole. Bill eyes the whole show in fastination while stroking his peter, then kneels behind Ray.
"Oh yeah, that's what I like, little buddy -- a hole for my cock and a tongue for my hole."
Bill was behind him burying his face in the big man's cheeks every time he pulled out in preparation for another thrust. His big butt was wet from the heat and Bill had to pry his cheeks apart to get anywhere near his hairy hole. Each rock of Ray's hips brought him a deeper probing.
"Now my balls. Like my long slapping hairy balls?" Bill obliged and sucked away, laving the golf-ball sized nuts with his wet tongue.
"Can you see my cock going into him from down there? Lick my cock when I pull out." The big guy pulled back until just the head of his ringed cock rested in the bottom's ass. Bill fiddled around beneath the table and then managed a few swipes of the waiting rod.
"Cool!" Ray shouted then the rod slams the ass.
"I'll bet that tool he was beating you with is all tiny and limp now."
Bill mumbled something in reply.
"What?" Ray asked stopping his strokes again.
"No, Carlos is hard."
"You liking the fucking I'm giving you?"
For the first time Carlos spoke. "It's starting to feel good."
Bill mumbled something in the affirmative, and Ray, shaking his head in disbelief, went back at it.
Bill mumbled again.
"What?"
"He said I'm about to come."
Ray eased up and Carlos's legs bent with the first convulsion. Ray caught him as he fell to the floor and guided the still spewing latino to sit on the bed.
"Oh, gee. Oh, gee!" Carlos moaned as he collapse on the bed and watched his spewing cock bounce around.
"Well, imagine that." Again Ray shook his head in disbelief. "And I still ain't come yet."
"I can probably help you there." Bill said.
Ray looked down to see his little buddy on all four wiping his chin with the back of his hand. "Really."
Bill rolled out from underneath the table onto his back. Ray went to all fours and began pounding the trail Carlos had blazzed so well for him.
Exhausted, spent, bruised, shocked and amazed, Carlos could do nothing but stare at the two men and think, "Yeah, this is going to be one hot weekend!"