Dave with Jeff, Not Ed
By Billy Jay Dee
So, the first night my wife is gone for the week, I have a date.
When I was in K-Town, my threesome buddies encouraged me to try Craigslist. To my surprise, three guys were advertising here in the fishing village in which I live.
Ends up the first account was expired. The second guy on the list sought men or women to fuck. Sounded like my kind of top. Only he needed someone closer to his own age. I am old enough to be his father. Yes, strangers address me as "sir." I have salt-and-pepper hair and since taking a desk job I've added a few pounds. But, at six foot, one inch, I still have long legs which are also my strong suit. Maybe some guys like my blue eyes; I know the ladies often said that to me. The third guy, "J", wrote that he looked forward to meeting me.
That was the guy I awaited at the back of a local bar overlooking the pool tables. He claimed to be a long time resident like me, a fisherman; six foot, three inches with longish blonde hair. I don't know anyone of the description and I've been here twenty-five years. I figured he fudged the description in his ad for the sake of discretion. (I've always had a thing for tall blondes. I'm even married to one.)
Anyway there I sat at the assigned table a little early. To my surprise there were groups of people celebrating occasions in the bar on a Sunday night. No one sat in my part of the bar, however. They all sat in the more dimly lighted front of the bar. The front door opened, some kid entered in a hooded sweat shirt. This can't be my guy, because everyone who's lived here for a while, knows a sweatshirt gets wet and soggy. Hence, it must be some kid from down south just here for the summer. I go back to my drink and watching some sports highlights show.
"John" sneaks in from the liquor store side. John's five foot, nine inches or so. His hair isn't longish and hasn't been blonde in twenty years. However, John is in good shape and good looking. He sits across the room from me. He doesn't order a drink. He seems engrossed in the show on the big screen. Our mutual laughter and amazement at the clips generates a conversation across the room.
I was surprised to learn that the two of us had met previously. We hadn't spoken in years. He reminded me that he and his ex-wife were the first people I was introduced to when I moved here. He left shortly, saying, "I'll talk to you soon."
I finished my drink and followed him out. He was gone. I went home to check e-mails; nothing. "J, was that you I spoke to at the bar?" I wrote in an email. I heard from him the next day. He'd seen all the people in the bar and was afraid of someone seeing us together. I kept being encouraging and offered several suggestions on getting together. We settled on a park bench on the trail running from the school to the ball fields. We planned on Thursday at 7 p. m.
You'd think I'd be greatly disappointed, but I already had a date planned with my blowjob buddy Ray for Wednesday night. Ray showed up on time with two DVD's. He was naked before I even got the first video in the player.
He thanked me for the link I'd sent him of some hairy muscular guy fucking a big-titted, full figured gal. Ray said they were both gorgeous. I had particularly enjoyed the part where both of them were licking one of her nipples simultaneously. He wanted to tell me all about the four guys he'd blown on his most recent trip around the country.
In his early sixties he discovered he really likes sucking cock. He'd been dominated by one guy in particular on this trip. I told him about my escapades in K-town. He got excited about the idea of me doing two guys at once. He'd be leaving again soon. He was excited about the dates he already had lined up. One was a big bi-sexual daddy who wanted to spank Ray. Ray was game for that. He also wanted Ray to wear women's pants, which really played into Ray's on-going fantasy about being a woman.
As we talked and watched a wack-off film, I stroked my six inches of white meat. Ray came over and knelt alongside my prone form. He asked if he could suck my cock. You know I said, "Yes!" I kept my blue eyes on the screen as he kept his mouth on my cock. I kept watching for my favorite; two guys on one girl. No such thing on this video apparently. But, I alerted Ray when the honey on the screen was about to get corn holed.
He stands to watch the scene and asks if I'm mind blowing him for a change. I owed him more than a few. I got on all fours (he's not too tall), forced his belly out of the way with the top of my head and reached for his short dick with my mouth and tongue. He tasted clean. His dick was firm, but not hard. I sucked on it. I let it pop out of my mouth and licked the shaft. I rubbed it with the stubble on my chin. He kept telling me how good it felt. He asked if he could sit down, as he did so.
I pushed harder into him, deep throating his whole cock. He kept assuring me I was doing a good job as he stroked his big belly. I looked up at him to see his eyes rolled toward Heaven rather than on the television. He began to pant louder and ever more rapidly.
"Yeah, yeah, Dave. I'm, I'm going to cum."
He shot a big salty load in several large globs at that point. Literally, I had a mouthful by the time he was done relieving himself. Apparently, none of his four new friends had offered to return the favor. As to be expected he lost interest at that point, which was fine because I had a date with a long-legged blonde the next night.
The next night I arrived early for our rendezvous in the woods. I visited a nearby construction site first to see some work a friend was doing there. As I entered the site I saw a guy in white cap and camouflage coat head off into the woods toward the trail. But... anyway I looked around for my buddy's handiwork and then followed the road back to the trail and hiked to the bench.
I arrived 10 minutes early. So, I kept going towards the ball field where I could hear kids playing and their parents cheering. One hundred feet from the bench I ran into a big burly black-haired acquaintance with his basset hound. I wish! Watched the finale of a peewee league and headed back down.
Ran into another guy just before the bench. It was the guy in the white cap and camouflage coat. Definitely a tourist and not my date. I settled down on the bench to wait. I lit up a cigar to keep the mosquitoes and no-see-ums away. I just began day-dreaming about what the night might hold when I heard feet scuffing up the gravel below. It was the kid from the bar the other night with the hood up on his sweat shirt. When he saw me, he dropped the hood. "J" was tall with longish blonde hair as advertised. I smiled. He smiled too. Apparently he liked what he saw.
We introduced ourselves. I offered him a wood-tipped cigar. He passed, so the bugs passed me up and swarmed on him instead. Jeff and I have both worked and lived around here for twenty years and didn't know one another. We didn't even recognize one another. Apparently this town is real cliquish. Ends up he is a good friend of my uphill neighbor.
He was also in shape. Hair covers the back of his arms. I could see a little chest hair at the collar of the flannel shirt he wore beneath his unzipped sweat shirt. His excited smile kept drawing my eyes, but I did notice the sharp jaw ending in a dimpled chin. He reminded me of my first man-crush -- Ed, a gay guy I worked with after school in a yard and garden shop. Of course, Ed looked a lot sterner than this guy. Yeah, he reminded me of my first crush, hmm. Tonight was going to be good.
He lived in company housing, so we decided on my house. As we walked to my truck, I reminded him I didn't have any supplies at home. He admitted he hadn't picked them up as we'd discussed. "No sex on the first date," he stated firmly. I liked the sound of that. That means there will be a second.
Once home, I gave him the tour. I figured when we got to the bedroom the festivities would begin. However, Jeff was still a little nervous particularly with his friend living next door. We returned to the living room where the television blared mindlessly. I offered to put on some porn, but he seemed more interested in my company.
"Beer?"
"Normally, I would say `No thanks', but I could use one."
I fetched the beers and went to settle my butt down on the opposite couch.
"Why be so distant?"
I scooted in next to him and he sprawled out along the couch. He threw his arm over my shoulder as we talked. As he began rubbing my shoulder, I started rubbing his right thigh. It occurred to me shortly that if I rubbed his left thigh, my arm would also be rubbing his crotch. It was clear to my elbow that there was something big, thick and firming up wedged sideways in his pants.
"I gotta see your cock," I said.
Jeff obliged with a smile on his thin pinkish lips and twinkle in his blue eyes. Once again I was reminded of Ed on the few occasions when he'd smile.
Jeff's cock was enormous -- eight inches with a thick base narrowing to a thick "neck" and then blossoming into a wide purplish-white cap. I stretched my lips to suck on it, but had trouble forcing the rest of my face and throat to follow. There was no way I could engulf the whole thing, so I wrapped my fist around the base of the shaft and began short stroking it. I looked up to praise his penis and found myself looking into an angelic face with a broad smile. Ed had always been so serious.
He must have enjoyed my words of praise because a few moments later he said, "Hold up, Dave." As he pried my hand off his big, burly joy stick. "I don't want to come yet."
I licked my lips and glanced over my shoulder at the large window in my living room. The sun speared my eyes. If the setting sun could see in, I wondered who else could. "Damn! Wish I'd pulled the drapes. Maybe we should so somewhere else?"
Jeff agreed and I led him by the hand to the bedroom. We started making out. His lips rushed to mine as his hands roamed all over my backside. That was fine, but I wanted to see the chest. I pulled off his shirt, having to force his cooperation along the way.
"Ah! Nice chest!" I gushed.
He mumbled something modest, but I wouldn't let him disagree with my assessment. He wasn't furry, but light colored hair covered a fit torso forming darker patches in all the right places. Either my hand or my tongue grazed his small shallow right nipple. Ed, er, I mean, Jeff gasped in delight. He told me later that I didn't have to twist them, or pinch them or suck hard; just pushing them did the job. (Sort of, "For an instant hard-on press this button!")
He pulled my shirt off too. He didn't seem disappointed to find my chest as smooth and hairless as a baby's behind. He held me tight and began kissing me again. I broke from our smooching. I nibbled at his neck. I growled in the hollow of his throat. My best friend loves to get a tongue in his ear, so I tried that with Ed, damn, I mean Jeff. However, him being three inches taller than me and ticklish made the task difficult. But, when I concentrated with delight on his chest, he just went wild when I licked one of his tiny nipples.
"Let's get into bed!"
We stripped, in the dimly lit room. His cock popped out of his shorts and slammed against his belly. He pulled me atop him rather than letting me fondle his ready-to-erupt rod. "See, just like I told you. I wanted you on top."
We returned to kissing and fondling one another. His cock was under me making tentative instinctual pushes at my hole. I wasn't going to let him fuck me without a condom. Okay, more accurately, I wasn't going to let myself settle down on his striving rod and guide its thick white head up my ass. That's what I kept saying to myself at any rate. We needed to distract me from my obsession. I reached between us to straighten my cock and began plowing his abdomen.
"Damn, I love dry humping a furry belly!"
The big burly monster between his legs was having a good time too. Every time my ass reared back to slide my squirming pre-cum slick dick through the forest of fine pubic hair, his cock would push its white-capped head toward my ass hole. The stud below me gulped and gasped. Two hands reached out behind my thighs and carried my body forward out of its reach.
I enjoyed pumping my pecker on a hairy chest just as well as the mound of a furry belly. His body went rigid below me. In retrospect, he was about to lose his load and didn't dare any movement. His mouth hung open and his eyes focused far away. There's several things I like even better than dry humping a furry belly; one is face fucking. Too bad he doesn't have a "cushion for a high speed cock-sucker" on his upper lip. I scoot forward slipping my lower legs under his shoulders. I lift his head from the pillow, slam my body against the wall and quickly slip my cock between his lips. He rolls it around inside his mouth enthusiastically. I start a little fucking motion which riled him up as affectively as pushing his nipples.
"Lay back here," he urged.
His hands glided me off the wall and onto my back in the middle of the bed. His long legs scramble to get out of the way. His straight up twitching cock raised his body to his knees. His whole handsome frame, muscular, lean and almost v-shaped lorded over my prone gasping body. His eyes, wolf-like, Ed-like gazed down upon me. His knees pressed into the plump mattress. His thighs slid under my buttocks. I thought his cock was going to slam into my hole. His right hand pried his big rigid monster off his belly and guided it towards my body. I thought it was going have its way over both of our objections.
Jeff managed to snatch up my quivering cock alongside his own. He started fucking the handful of man-meat in his spit slick hand. His smile betrayed the fact he was loving every minute of it. He gleefully fucked away at his fist. His panting got more rapid and his smile got bigger.
"Flip over!" he gasped right before he lost it. "I'll give you a back rub."
He really did give me a back rub. With all the frustration and un-reciprocated affection of the last week, my shoulders really tense. When Jeff settled his slim thighs on the small of my back, I knew we had nothing to fear from his ass-hungry erection. I relaxed. Jeff enjoyed pleasing me. Just about the time I was getting used to the ache not being in my shoulders any more, he said flip over. We ended up with me atop his long legs, each on our backs facing one another. He started jerking his massive meat. I followed suit and then thought better of it. I arranged it so we each had a thigh laying across one another. I pulled our bodies closer then, so our buttholes could share the spectacle and our balls could bounce off one another.
"Let me swallow it when you cum," he begged.
I grunted in agreement as I went back to jacking my cock with the palm of my right hand. My fingers cuddled my balls. This was all too much
"I'm cumming. Take it now," I grunted as my balls tightened and my cock began a slight twitch. He scrambled out from under and curled up next to me. "Take it! Take it in your mouth now."
Jeff scooted forward. I face fucked him like three strokes and then unloaded. He wouldn't let go. He drained me of every drop. It felt amazing, like unloading in a wet warm pussy.
We both fell back afterwards. My left hand lay across his chest, absently petting his chest. His right hand vigorously wrestled with his big burly, white-capped monster. As I caught my breath I thought to assist in some way.
"Where you want to unload that thing when you cum?" I asked.
In response, a heavy load launched across my arm and landed on his upper chest. I laughed, when I felt him shoot two more loads. I wondered if he hadn't shot the load into his own mouth before, given the distance of this explosion.
Jeff snuck out of the house a little later. We've made plans to meet again next time I have the house all to myself. (That never happened with Ed.) And surprise, surprise, the wife just told me that might be Wednesday.