(Another story based on the true experiences of a married bisexual man.)
By BILLY JAY DEE
"That was good!" I assured my first e-date at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX)
I knew it was going to be good as soon as our lips met. Chuck tasted sweet like the fresh-faced co-eds I use to fuck in college and he kissed like my best man -- deep, wet, and wild. He was a big man trapped in a small man's body: big behind, big belly hanging over his belt, broad shoulders, and large upper arms dwindling to thin wrists and tiny little fingers. He had a handsome face with manly features, short black hair and goatee with a touch of gray, thick lips and a mottled complexion. Aside from a small patch of bristle on his chest, his body was as smooth and dark as chocolate. His small cock, sliding in and out of my hand, leaked precum constantly. His balls were small and rough.
"Why don't you roll over on your belly, Will?"
Oh, and me: I'm 6'1", 190#, blue eyes, brown hair, bi, married, and a bottom. I'd just arrived in LAX on business for two weeks.
"We don't need a pillow under you. Just lay flat. I'll climb on top." Chuck further assured me he'd just slid his dick up my hairless crack to get it hard rather than push it into my hole.
He stroked for a just a few seconds, rolled on the condom and pushed the head in me. Kneeling astride my thighs, Chuck rocked his very stiff rod in and out of me.
"Yeah, Will, I like your manhole. I went in easy."
I failed to mention I'd spent the weekend with a former, still frisky boyfriend who is hung like a horse.
"Yeah, yeah, Chuck, fuck my hole."
He kept rocking in and out of my ass shaking the whole bed and massaging my whole pale frame. When I looked back over my shoulder to admire the view, he was twisting his nipples and gazing up at the ceiling. When he glanced down, he leaned forward until his tongue met mine. Then he found my ear, kissed my neck and forced my head down as he fell to all fours and started thrusting more insistently. Only the shears were drawn against the airport lights and I could see the shadow of his shoulders, head, back and ass fucking my darkened figure on the wall beside us. He was sweating profusely and panting in my ear with ever increasing breath.
"Want me to get on top and do some of the work?" I asked.
"Yeah," he gasped.
He rolled onto his back. I straddled his thighs and settled down on his short rod. I started dry humping his big black belly with my little white dick, while my ass held tight to his manhood.
"Like that?"
"Oh, yeah," he said as he began to stroke up into me and I began to bounce up and down.
We worked it like that for a while until he pushed my shoulders back to improve his angle of attack. And we discovered that by interlocking our fingers he could pull me and push me on and off of his rod. Until I wore him out again.
"Better suck on that thing again, Will."
When I rolled off the latex and went down on his veiny cock, I tasted Chuck juice rather than latex.
"You come?" I asked, pausing in my oral activities.
"No, not yet. I gush pre-cum. Did you notice the cooks at the restaurant tonight." I mumbled that I had. One was a cute Mexican guy about our age. But my lips kept around his dick.
"I got to hit on the older one. I got a sure fire technique." I hummed encouragingly. "You ask 'em if they got a wife and kids back home. They say yes and show you pictures. You ask if they have a girlfriend. They say yes and show you her picture. You ask if they like porn. They say yes and you take 'em. You say, I'll bet yours is bigger than his. As soon as they show you their dick, it's guaranteed you'll be on your back getting fucked in the ass. Works every time."
His story seem to work because with a few deep-throats and licks of the shaft, Chuck was ready to go again.
"Guess, I'd better fuck you some more." He climbed on and began banging away, much to my encouragement. "Oh, if you like this, this is nothing compared to what Mark is going to do to you. He's got two inches on me and can fuck for an hour straight."
"Who's Mark? "
"A buddy of mine. I'll introduce you."
He stayed in the saddle a respectable amount of time and finally confessed that he hadn't been going to the gym much and his legs were killing him. We cuddled instead and stroked. When I kissed him all over his face, his passion knew no bounds and large white gobs of cum shot all over his dark inner thighs and belly. He held me tight and made me do the same thing. We napped for a while before sending him off to work.
"Well, welcome to LAX. I'm sure you'll have a great time." He stopped in mid waddle towards the door. "Shall I mention you to Mark?"
"That would be great. You two talk it over and give me a call."
He hesitated just moment. "Maybe we'd tag team you. Would you like that?"
I assured him I would and he was gone.
The next night I was at the hotel bar waiting for "Ramon". I'd assumed he was Hispanic, this being LA, but had been surprised when I called his machine that day. His accent wasn't Mexican nor the melodious accents I grew up with in the desert Southwest. Ends up Ramon was Spanish, raised in Europe. A Hispanic man in gym clothes walked by the bar, younger than I expected Ramon to be. His glance seemed to rest longer on me than on anyone else in the bar. He was stocky and smiling. A few minutes later Ramon walked in, tall and dark with short-combed hair, well-trimmed moustache and a light black leather coat. He had a ready smile and a high sweet voice. We left for dinner shortly after. He opened the car door for me, everywhere we went. His hairy hand constantly on my ass and his Castilian lisp constantly complimenting it.
He took me to Pistons to romance me around the campfire and then on to the Crest to gaze into the rose light waterfall flickering in the garden. His voice was pure poetry, weaving in and out of a dozen languages (including Japanese), stringing words together in ways I had never heard before. It was the phrase he used to describe an elderly friend -- "He perspires stamina and sexuality" -- that convinced me to take him back to the hotel, now!
His arms and legs were seriously hairy. He skin nice and brown. He pulled me down on the bed beside him and began kissing me softly, cuddling, rolling us around, saying the sweetest things, his hand finally finding it's way to my crack and began loosing up my butt hole. My right hand had been pulling at his thick six-inch cock for a while when he said, "It's time."
Ramon leaped from the bed and with his back to me rolled on a condom. Then he returned to me with a big bottle of lube in hand.
"Roll over on your back, baby."
He poured loads of lube on his rigid member and spread my legs in a "v". He tried to push into me, but went high, then low, then his rod stroked mine again, and then way down my crack, then: "Baby, stick it in yourself"
I complied and he pushed almost all the way it. It felt good. He began to push in and out which raised the ache and pain in my butt. Only one thing left to do, I wrapped my hands around his hairy butt and pulled him all the way into me. He kept my ankles far apart and legs straight which opened my ass wide for his attack. He pulled my thighs to his belly and ankles to his ears. And this handsome hairy stud began pounding away frantically.
"After this, Will" -- he said it like "Weal" -- "I want you doggie style."
When that time came, I pointed out our shadows on the wall. Ramon stood tall behind me, throwing his strong shadow on the wall. It was too much for me. I dropped my shoulders to the sheets and reached my own cock and started jerking off. Ramon was panting away behind me and whispering enthusiastically in Spanish or French. Or both.
"Hold on, Ramon! I'm going to cuh-cuh-cum!"
As I splattered a couple of loads onto the linen, my ass clamped down on his rod, sending him over the edge. He rushed to orgasm with grunts and whimpers and a copious, dripping deposit in my twitching ass. Later he offered to take me anywhere while I was in LA. He certainly took me somewhere this night.
Next night I was waiting for Mickey at the hotel bar. He was a red head, just like my best man. I've always had a thing for them. He walks in grinning sheepishly. Short red hair, fair easily blushing skin, slight of build, a littler shorter than I, copperish curls peeking out of his collar.
"Hi," he says and snuggles onto the bar stool next to me.
We were off to dinner, a tour of Hollywood and then "Underwear" Night at the Faultline. It was pretty wild, although all those guys in camouflage jock straps at the Faultline is pretty wild, too. So was the video on the monitors and the action in the corner of the darkened dance floor. I was enjoying the shows and wondered why Mickey went out to the patio.
"I decided to check my pants at the door," he explained.
I guess my hands got too wild after that cause Mike suggested soon afterwards we head for my hotel. His chest was hairy and graying with a treasure trail leading to thick curly pubes that were almost maroon in their dark, heavy profusion. I was on his cock and nestling into his crotch in a second.
"Yeah, yeah, Will," he grunted.
His white cock was a seven-plus incher and it didn't take long until he was ready.
"Yeah, yeah, want to climb on top?" he queried, waving that long thin pole lasciviously.
I settled comfortably astride, but once it was in, "Can I get on top, now?" he asked.
Mickey mounted up and began seriously pounding my behind. He had me curled up and with a grimace on his ruddy face kept fucking me vehemently, almost shouting his pleasure.
"Yeah, yeah," he panted.
His six-pack abdomen slapped so hard and so repeatedly into my crotch I thought my balls would turn blue. I pulled them up out of the way.
"Just breathe. Just breathe." And he pushed my shoulders into the mattress and forced me to relax.
He kept hammering away; serious and intense. "Yeah, fuck, yeah," he grunted.
Eventually, it must have been clear I was getting cramped up. "Need a break?" he muttered breathlessly.
When I returned from the bathroom, the one with the green harp on his shoulder was laying up against the headboard his hardon pointing straight up. I mounted up.
"Will, I want you to stroke it."
I was glad to oblige, cupped my hand and started stroke my soft six-incher.
"Yeah, yeah," Mickey whispered encouragingly.
I was getting close and put my left hand up to the wall. Mike took over, slapping his thighs hard up against my behind. "Yeah, yeah, ooooh," he whispered as I was starting to lose it. With a hand full of man-juice, I collapsed beside my red head. I had a good time. I guess I should call him about going out St. Patrick's Day.
Friday night; I was back to the Faultline after walking to the corner, taking the Culvert City bus to the "Green Line" monorail, transferring to the "Blue Line" train, switching to the "Red Line" subway and walking two blocks. The place was crowded and the boys just as nasty in the far corner. I talked with an ex-marine recovering from surgery, a (damn) fellow bottom and a thin fun-looking bearded guy that my previous companion might have liked. I was back checking out the action on the dance floor. (Some small black guy with an enormous dick was trying to penetrate a willing versatile couple going at it. Several of us added our saliva to his enormous wang, but no luck.)
As I headed to the patio, a big bear said, "Hello"
"Hello."
"How's it going?" I ask.
"Good."
We kissed shortly thereafter and left not too long afterwards, in just a hurry he forgot to say goodbye to his buddy. We chatted one another up waiting for our taxi. We almost missed it. Our driver missed three red lights and directions to the airport. Garland was beefy, big, and hairy in the perfect chest formation. His eyelids lounged lazily upon his cheeks and I worried he'd fall asleep, but he was wide awake. He was hard when we undressed at two in the morning, showing seven inches of dark thick meat. I rolled on the condom and climbed on. I rode him up and down. Garland liked it slow. I rubbed my hand across his furry chest and played with his soft nipples. He liked to suck on mine. I rolled off the condom, so I could suck on his cock some more.
"Scoot down here, buddy," he lisped pulling my hips towards his mouth. He jerked himself with his left hand to give my mouth access to his thick brown head. Meanwhile he licked my dick and moaned encouragingly. I awoke two hours later to find us atop the sheets still in the "69" position. We had to leave too early the next day. Damn, I would have liked seconds of that.
Next time I could go out it was a St. Patrick's date. So naturally I asked the red head for a second date. (Okay, I asked him out again, because he had the biggest dick.) Mickey showed up right after work, changed clothes in my room and we were headed out on the town. We hit one of those hotspots on Hollywood Boulevard with valet parking and a line to get it. It wasn't the "Northern New Mexican Cuisine" I grew up on, but it was fun, and Mickey seemed to know everyone in the place and all its history. Then we were off to the gay district in Long Beach, which was surprisingly quiet for St. Patty's but it was mid-week. Finally, back to my room!
We took turns using the bathroom, each exiting in the nude. When I joined him in bed, he was laying bellying down in anticipation of a promised back rub. I started lightly massaging his back, looking for a knot to attack, while my 6 incher settled into the crack of his ass. I started rubbing his shoulders, leaning into the work, letting my cock ride up and down his behind as I worked. He moaned encouragingly. He was enjoying the rub down, as was my hardening dick. Soon, enough, I was ready to massage something else, and I rolled him over on his back his lithe naked form was stretched out atop the sheets, propped up against two pillows. I straddled his hips and bent to kiss his blushed face. Not a great kisser nor overly affectionate in public, but I knew what he was good at. While I kissed him, I rubbed my hard cock against his longer, thicker beast and was rewarded with a returning jab to my abdomen. My lips worked their way down his frame until I was slurping at his thick bitter white cock and long hairless balls.
"Yeah, yeah, that's good," he mumbled.
I rolled his rod back and forth across his belly with my tongue, then slurped it into my mouth again. With constant stroking by the pink inside of my mouth and with encouraging words from Mickey, it started getting harder. Eventually, it was standing straight up, my hearty redhead was leaning back on the pillows moaning "yeah, yeah" and I was bobbing for his apples like it was going out of style.
"What to roll a condom on it and mount up on that thing?"
I reached for the supplies in the bed stand, opened a condom. He moaned as I rolled it on. A little lube and I was settling on his shaft. It was a slow slide, I guess I should have lubed up more, but eventually my butt settled into his lap, then I leaned back for that little bit more of penetration.
"OOOh, God, yeah, that's good."
I started sliding up and down his cock while Mickey continued to moan and pinch his little brown nipples. I kept rising and falling, giving him a slow full fuck, but figured he'd want something a little more active. Settling my ass down as far as I could, I clamped onto his shaft and started rapidly grinding my ass into him, while my lubed up cock humped fervently into his furry flat belly.
"Oh, oh, sorry, too much green beer. Go back to doing it slow."
I complied until he was ready to take over, then I rolled back while holding his shoulders, unfurled my long legs, grabbed his hips and held him tight as he pushed off the mattress atop me. I knew his style this time and pull my balls up out of the way before they got bruised in his furious pummeling of my hole.
"Yeah, yeah." He recited the words like a mantra, barely able to keep his eyes open as the passion overwhelmed him.
He straightened his back for a moment and pulled my ass up on his knees. This left my feet dangling in the air and his hands free to twist his nipples and he wiggled the sheathed head of his cock in my love canal. I could tell by his yeah-yeahs that he was loving it. Then he reached under my arms to get a firmer grip on my shoulders, so as to get even further into my ass.
"Just breathe, Will. I'll make it easier."
I took his advice, giving my ass over to his assault, watched his eyes glaze and heard his breath turn to pants.
"Yeah, yeah."
But the green beer and late hour was taking its toll and after a half hour of that Mickey said "I gotta take a break."
As he fell back on the pillows he called for me to join him. I crawled up to him, his right arm came up under my shoulder and his hand grabbed the back of my head. I figured he was pulling my mouth to the enraged head of the cock his was furiously jerking. Instead he pulled my face to his chest.
"Suck on my nipple," he begged. "Yeah, yeah"
His fist flew back and forth, he writhed in my arms. I sucked, I mouthed, I lightly bit his tit.
"Tell me your fantasy," he urged.
"I wish there was two of you, so I could do two guys at once. One in my mouth and one in my ass. I'd be on all fours so they could get in deeper. I'd be theirs to fuck anyway they wanted. When the guy in my ass came, he just come around to my face and I'd start sucking him hard again while the other guy started fucking me. That way we could do it all night long."
Mickey was heaving off the mattress by now, yelling, "Yeah, yeah." He came in convulsions and spasms, then promptly fell asleep in my arms.
So that was Los Angeles International Airport: an Afro-American with a fondness for Mexicans, a Spaniard fluent in 10 languages, a big-dicked Irishman on St Patty's day and an all-American bear. I guess it really is an international airport.