John and Jim
Chapter 6--More Discussions
I spit his cummy dick out and said, "Takes one to know one, Baby."
"You trying to say that if the roles had been reversed, I'd have done the same thing?" he grinned.
"In a heartbeat!"
"Oink!"
"Yeah, that's what I thought," I laughed, pulling up my shorts and suit slacks. "Let's get home and do this right," I suggested.
We rushed through the surface streets to get home. Hitting the freeway was pointless at this hour. Within 10 minutes, I pulled into the driveway and hit the button for the garage door. It slowly rose as my Lexus nosed in, just what I was going to do with my face up his ripe ass. After several hours on a plane, his butt was gonna be tasty at the minimum. Hopefully, it'd be delicious!
We raced up the stairs from the basement. His hands were on my ass and massaging my muscular cheeks up the entire flight of steps. "If you think you gonna get in my ass again, you're right," I tossed over my shoulder as I opened the door from the basement to the main floor. "But, first, I'm gonna get me some face and dick time up that pretty nigga butt of yours."
"Promises, promises," he chortled.
I undressed him as I walked backwards into the bedroom. Reaching the bed, I'd disposed of his shirt, pants, shoes, and socks. Only his precum-soaked, bulging briefs remained. "Turn around," I demanded as I sat on the bed. His tall, round, muscular ass presented itself as he spun about. I grabbed the waistband and pulled down slowly. He wiggled his hips to accentuate his big, muscular glutes. My face pressed against the fabric as I sniffed deeply. The scent of man ass delightfully assaulted my brain.
With my teeth, I pulled them lower, tucking them under his overhanging butt cheeks, my nose firmly tucked between his deep ass globes, sniffing at his spicy hole.
My hands pushed the shorts lower, and I heard the wet splat of his monstrous dick hitting his abs as it sprung loose from the confining underwear. I returned to his ass melons and ran my hands over the hard muscles and soft skin. I groaned with pleasure at the scent of a man.
"You need more, doncha?" he prompted. I could have sniffed his ass the rest of the evening if given a chance. My tongue darted out into his dark cleft and tasted sweat and manhole. Again, I moaned. He bent over and spread his legs. His ass opened up and I pushed my face and tongue deeper. "Oh, Damn!" he whispered hoarsely. "Goatee eatin' my ass is so fuckin' good!"
He had no idea how good it was to me. His ripe hole smelled and tasted divine! I wet down his pucker with my pointed tongue, trying to gain access. My dick slapped wetly against my abs each time I tasted more manhole. I dripped precum in a torrent onto his right calf. The underside of my hard, throbbing dick rubbed hungrily against his bristly leg hairs.
I'd have to take more time eating his ass later. Right now, my dick was in dire need of spraying a load. My nuts hurt from the anticipation. Directing him to get up on the bed (doggie style), I stood behind him and pressed my thick dickhead against his juicy pucker. He pushed back into me. My dick sailed up his ass at least seven inches before he winced and pulled away.
"DAMN!" he whimpered, "you're huge!"
"Sorry. Didn't mean to plow so deep all at once."
"Not your fault," he allowed. "I was too anxious to get some dick. Just give me a few more seconds." He wiggled his ass and pulled away a little more, sighed, and pushed back toward me. My hands rested on his upturned ass cheeks, guiding my dick deeper. Finally, my kinky pubic hair bristled against his tender, stretched manhole. I'd never noticed before how much my thick dick root opened up a man's ass. It's no small wonder that they grimace when I pound really hard and deep.
Working his ass muscles like a veteran, Jim had me long-dicking his hot ass in under a minute. "Keep that up and I'll be spray-painting your ass walls!" I warned in a brittle moan.
"As fast as you recover," he smiled over his shoulder, "I'm looking forward to several more coats."
My hands moved to his broad shoulders to pull him into my escalating thrusts. The faster I pumped him, the harder he backed into me. My dick rocketed in and out of his ass, fully aware that there was no possible way to avoid the inevitable climax. My full, bull nuts pulled tightly into the base of my pistoning dick. There was no turning back and we both knew it.
With a strangled cry, my 10" ass ripper jerked hard. Cum sprayed like a fire hose, splattering jizz several inches deeper than my dickhead could reach. Pumping harder, another climax wave crashed into me. I flopped on Jim's back completely out of control. The only parts of my body that seemed to work were the autonomic systems (heart, lungs, circulation), but my breathing was ragged and gasping. However, my hips worked just fine, blindly powerfucking his perfect muscle ass in long, hard strokes. Pleasure and depth were the driving imperatives here.
I seeded his deep ass in six heavy squirts, hard climax waves punctuating each one. My chest pressed into his broad back as I gasped for breath; my hips continuing to pump urgently, deeply into his eager, thirsty ass. Another, unexpected climax wave struck. My entire body shook and trembled. I drooled on to his back, totally lost in the pleasure his black ass had given me.
"Leave it in, please," he said when I moved to extract my cum-leaking dick from his pleasure tunnel. He slid down on to the bed, pulling me with him. His grip on my still hard dick didn't lessen. At least he knew not to massage my dick after my climax. My sensitivity level had peaked. He didn't want to lose my horsedick, yet. "Yeah, that's it. Let it drain into me."
"As if I had any way to argue," I whispered, kissing the back of his neck and nuzzling his left ear. "You bring out the best in me, Jim."
"I bring out your cum, that's for sure," he giggled beneath me. "Leave it in long enough that you can fuck me again," he begged. "I wanna feel what it's like to get fucked and fucked, again."
"I make no promises," I tiredly replied. "It could deflate and fall out as usual."
"I'll tell you what I did to one of the trainers in Seattle this week then," he purred suggestively. "That'll rouse you again fast," he promised. I held him tightly and pressed my hips forward, hoping to keep my dick deeply pushed up his ass.
"I think it was Wednesday," he began. "I've been checkin' out this married guy for the last several weeks. He's looked me over hungrily on many days, but (as I've told you), I'm pretty intimidating because of my size to just about everyone." I grinned in agreement. "So, we finish our workouts at the same time and he strips his sweaty clothes off right next to me. I'm checking out his hot ass as he reaches into his locker for a towel. I push down my shorts as he shuts the locker door. You know what a hot ass does to my dick," he laughed.
"I know what your hot dick does to MY ass," I replied with a big grin. He wiggled his butt again and lightly chewed on my dick with his ass muscles. I was past the worst sensitivity, so it didn't bother me as much as it roused my dick a little. "Continue," I instructed as I pressed my hips into his ass a little harder.
"Anyway, he was staring at my expanding dick when I looked up. I smiled and flipped it once in his direction and it continued to lengthen and start to rise. Finally, he broke his gaze and looked up at my smiling face. He knew he'd been caught, but didn't know what to say. Several deep shades of red washed over his face. He threw his towel over his shoulder, revealing his rising dick. `Nice,' I said to him as I turned to follow him, my dick hard as steel and pointing the way behind him." I could feel my dick start to harden as his tale spun along. Again, I pushed forward into him, so he could feel that the length was beginning to return. "Yeah, Man! I knew you wanted to fuck me again."
"Just keep on with your story," I replied, pushing into him again.
"We went into the shower room, hung up our towels and turned on the water. Now, at my gym, the shower heads are on two central pillars near the center of the room. I made sure that I was standing at the same pillar as he was and at the next shower head, too."
"I'll just bet you did!" he chuckled.
"You'd have done the same," he responded. Yeah, I probably would, I thought. "When he turned around to rinse off, my dick was hard and pointed right at him. His dick had deflated, but not for long. Again, he just stared like a mongoose checking out a cobra. I smiled at him again, but he was fixated on my dick."
I'd set up a slow fucking motion into his ass, staying deep, but enjoying the feel of his slick ass walls and the lubricating effects of my previous load. "Keep going," I urged him.
"Yeah, keep going," he moaned. "Oh, yeah, uh, he licked his lips and looked into my eyes. I nodded, giving him permission. He reached out and touched my throbbing dick, squeezing the big head. Precum dew coated his fingers. Lick it off,' I told him. Without hesitation, he complied. His eyes closed dreamily as he savored the taste. Let's go into the steam room where it's more private,' I suggested. I reached out and caressed his hard dick, using it as a tiller to guide him into the steam room just beyond the gang showers. Once inside, I asked him if he wanted to suck my dick. He was nervous about doing that, so I put one hand behind his head and pushed him down to my upright dick. He opened his mouth and took in the head and a couple of inches of the shaft."
"Like this?" I leered as I pulled my dick out until only the head was inside him and pushed back in a couple of inches.
"Oh, yeah, like that!" he moaned.
"Continue," I urged.
"Uh, yeah, he sucked my dick pretty good for a white boy, good enough to get my nut that's for sure," Jim added. "It didn't take me long. I'd been without service since you'd left Sunday afternoon (despite a couple of jacks a day).
"He swallow?"
"Uh, yeah, although that was partly because I was holding his head and he couldn't get away." I laughed. I'd done the same thing to many amateurs.
"Did he get anything other than your load outta this tryst?" I asked.
"Yeah, as soon as I released him, I slid down in front of him, took his dick in my mouth, and gave him the best blowjob he's ever had, or so he said. Just like most married guys, they've never really had a blowjob until they've had a man do it."
"Amen, Brotha!" I agreed.
"You swallow, too?"
"Of course! You know what a pig I am for cum," he moaned as he felt my dickhead more urgently savage his prostate. "We gotta flip over," he insisted. "I don't wanna cum in the sheets."
"You that close?" I wondered as I pulled out and let him flip over. "Yeah, I guess you are," I smiled as I saw a silvery rope of precum whip through the air and drape across his hips and the sheets. I plugged back in slowly, giving him every thick inch slowly, just the way I knew he loved it. His ass muscles squeezed and stroked me as I plunged all the way in.
"Oh, Man, that's good!" he crooned, grabbing my ass to hold me deep inside him. His hand moved to jack himself as I set up a rhythm.
I slapped his hand away. "I'm gonna fuck your cum right outta ya," I promised. "I'll not be so fast to spray this time." I pulled out so that just the head and a few inches of my dick stayed inside him. Leaning forward, I was able to capture the head of his dripping dick between my lips. With practice, I'd figured out how to suck a guy off while I fucked him. A long dick sure helps in getting that to happen. Because Jim had a long dick, too, this was going to be much easier than usual.
I pistoned his ass shallowly, shredding his prostate in the process. "Oh, fuck, yeah! DAMN! I'm gonna cum!" Jim grunted. I sucked harder and pumped faster. His dick sprayed a big wad of jizz as it jerked and swelled in my mouth. His body thrashed beneath me as he pumped his dick into my face, then, speared his ass on my pumping dick. Faster and faster we raced through his climax and into mine. After five squirts of jizz raced into my mouth, I started to climax.
"I can feel it! I can feel you cum!" he shouted. "Breed me!" he begged. "Fuckin' BREED me!" I couldn't do that and suck him off, so I fucked him faster. A major climax wave blasted through me. I had to bury my dick deep and seed his ass. His dick would just have to spray wildly anywhere it wanted to.
I bellowed out a howl of pleasure, jamming my 10" dick as far up his ass as I could go. My pubes ground into his upturned ass and I sprayed again and again and again.
With my previous load of cum already deep in his ass, it sounded like the wettest fuck I'd ever experienced. My dick slid easily in and out of his well-fucked manhole. Even the best lube I'd ever used didn't feel this slick.
"Damn! What a load!" I panted. Jim smiled up at me and gently worked his ass muscles. But, it wasn't gentle enough. I pulled out rapidly, unable to stand the mild stimulation on my overheated dick. "That tickles," I protested.
"Swing that big dick around here. I promise to be gentle," he offered. "I wanna taste all that jizz."
I moved slowly, wary of his request. After two climaxes so close together, I was afraid that any contact would drive me crazy. But, he only popped it into his mouth and sucked. There was no tongue action. I sighed with relief.
His dripping dick (plus what I hadn't sucked out of his dick when I climaxes so hard) lay on his hard abs. I leaned over and lapped up the residue of his climax.
With a grin, I realized that his ass was full of cum by now with two loads in it. Licking up the last dribbles from his dick, I lifted his sagging nuts and sniffed below them. The heady scent of cum hit me instantly. I grabbed his legs and pulled them under my arms. His ass rose off the bed and into my face. I licked around the reddened orifice down to his tailbone. A stream of cum had escaped from his hole when I'd pulled out.
My lips closed over his pucker and my pointed tongue probed his swollen ass lips. I heard him moan as he sucked harder on my cummy dick. The pleasure he was gaining translated to his hole and it slowly opened. My tongue darted in and I scooped out several warm pools of cum. Although it tasted a little of ass, the overwhelming flavor was spent cum. I loved it!
He rolled over and I stayed with him. He thrust his ass harder into my face, but didn't lose his grip on my creamy dick. More cum rolled out of his ass for me to lick up and enjoy. Finally, he rose up and sat directly over me. His erect torso didn't rest entirely on my face. Both of us knew that wouldn't work, but he did love to feel my face (and especially my goatee) in his well-fucked hole.
"What a PIG!" he laughed.
I pushed him off me, knowing I wasn't going to get any more jizz from his ass for a while. "And sucking the dick that's just fucked your ass isn't a little bit piggy?"
"OINK!" he grinned.
I changed my orientation so I could be face to face with him. "Wanna taste?" I offered. He leaned in and kissed me passionately, mining my mouth for samples of my loads and his ass juices.
"You da MAN!" he exulted, finally breaking the kiss.
"You'll have plenty of opportunities to be just as piggy," I assured him. "We have many days, weekends, and months ahead of us.
"And years," he cooed, hugging me closely. "I do love you, John," he whispered. "You've really swept me off my feet."
"Ditto," I replied, stealing boldly from the movie, Ghost.
"Now that we've had dessert, how about dinner? I'm famished," he said.
"How about a big salad, a special kind of hamburger with all the fixin's, and some crème brûlée. Of course, we have to add champagne to this festive event," I suggested.
"Wow! That sounds really good," he replied enthusiastically. "What can I do to help?"
"First, we gotta take a shower. Then, I'll get you to help me make the special hamburger meat," I said.
We showered (with his resurrected dick up my ass, then mine down his throat) and dressed.
I showed him the ingredients I wanted to be added to the lean hamburger. Some needed to be chopped or sliced, others just added. I had him add a couple dashes of hot sauce to the burger meat for some heat. I lit the grill and pulled two large sesame seed buns from the cupboard to be toasted at the last minute. When I told him what size the hamburgers would be, he decided he only wanted one. With cole slaw on the side, we added pickles, tomatoes, lettuce, and condiments to our cooked burgers. Everything was delicious. We made pigs of ourselves. We might as well stay with our strengths!
After I cleaned off the grill and Jim loaded the dishwasher, we remained outside on the deck enjoying each other's company.
At about 7 p.m., the doorbell rang. I rose from my chair, kissed Jim and said I'd return in a moment. It was probably a solicitor begging for money for some cause, I explained.
I was wrong. It was my neighbors from up the street three houses. Mary and Francis had been together 15 years, but didn't see the need to get married. They had no kids, so nothing was forcing that issue. Both worked at Intel in different divisions. These neighbors had sort of adopted me since I moved into the neighborhood several years ago. Being a single, gay man, they knew I'd enjoy the occasional home-cooked meal and the company. My sexual needs were generally being met at the gym, but being alone isn't all that great, I'd discovered.
They'd come over to invite us to dinner at their house tomorrow evening. After introducing Jim to them, we sat and had another glass of champagne. Francis and Jim talked animatedly about sports and the college basketball team that Jim had played on (something we hadn't discussed yet). One thing about Francis, he's a know-it-all (and I say that with the best possible meaning). He knows a lot about everything. He's razor sharp and unbelievably smart. I doubt there's a subject he can't talk about intelligently. His parents took him to symphonies, plays, and other cultural events as he was growing up in New York City. His mother was a concert pianist. His dad was a C.P.A. (They're retired now.) He'd spent ten years or so in the Air Force as a pilot, so he'd traveled the world several times. Consequently, he and Jim had been to a lot of the same places. Even Mary (who used to work for the airlines) had traveled as much as they had. I felt like the odd man out. I'd only been to Canada!
"We'll just have to fix that," Jim said. "So many places I know you'd love."
Within another 30 minutes, they'd gone home (after we opened another bottle of champagne) and we'd promised to join them for dinner tomorrow night. We offered to bring something to the dinner, but they insisted they had everything under control.
When they were gone, we decided we'd have to at least provide a good bottle of champagne (as all parties were lushes for the bubbly). After we ate dessert (our crème brûlée), I asked Jim if he were serious about us going abroad.
"Oh, yes," he insisted. "I have more frequent flyer miles than I'll ever use. And the only way to really travel abroad is with someone. It's always better to share. Where'd you like to go first?"
"I hadn't really given it much thought, as there wasn't much chance I'd be going anytime soon," I began. "But, I've always wanted to go to Europe; Germany, England, Holland, and the rest of it. How long do we need to be gone to do that?"
"That depends on how much you want to see and how relaxed you want it to be," he replied. "I'd suggest two or three weeks as your first run at it. But, I don't think you want to do a whirlwind tour. Those are exhausting and you only hit the tourist traps. You don't really see the real Europe."
"Okay," I grinned. "When do we leave?"
"Uh, how about September or October?"
"You serious?"
"As a heart attack."
"Well, I do have the time available, and I could stretch more days out of it if we went on Labor Day weekend to take advantage of the holiday. Would that work?" I asked.
"When you come up next weekend, I'll have a bunch of travel brochures from one of the travel agencies we use. I'm sure it isn't too late to book something fun," he grinned at me.
"Uh, I'm almost afraid to ask how expensive this is gonna get," I hesitated.
"That's the least of your worries," Jim observed.
"I can't let you pay for this!" I protested. "I'm not gonna be kept!"
"Cool your jets, Boo," he said soothingly, holding me tightly against his big chest. "The big expense is the airfare and that's already taken care of. If we take a tour, we'll discuss what that should be and what you'd be comfortable with. Hotels and food we can negotiate. But, if I play my cards right, most of that's gonna be paid by Mr. Softie while we're there. I need to get back over there and check on how our sales and marketing programs are going anyway."
"We barely met, Jim," I pointed out. "This is kinda sudden to be offering to do something on this scale with a perfect stranger."
"Well, parts of you are perfect," he agreed patting my ass and smiling, looking down at my upturned face.
I laughed. "Okay, not so perfect strangers and I thank you for the compliment; but Jim, we gotta come to some agreement on where we're going and our expectations about money."
"Okay, you start. What do you expect?"
"I expect to pay my own way."
"Oh, get over that!" Jim nearly snarled at me. "I can afford both of us. You make more than a decent salary with the City. But, you have obligations like this great house and your car lease. Other credit card bills are zero on payment day and that takes additional coin. So, I make probably four or five times what you do. If any kind of splitting is gonna happen, it'll be along THOSE lines, not 50/50."
"But, Jim ...."
"Your delicate ego needs to think about this," he interrupted. "I'm not keeping you, if that's what you're thinking. I'm not buying you or your companionship. I love you, John. You need to deal with that first. You've said you love me, too. So, why are you resisting the chance of a lifetime to travel?"
"I'm not resisting^Å"
"Your body language says you are," Jim pointed out.
"Okay, you caught me. I guess I just need time to think about this. I've always been the moneybags daddy in the past. This is a totally new role for me," I murmured.
"That's better. Some honesty and deliberation can't hurt. Give me some time to work on you, so you'll see it my way."
"I'm just not used to being treated so richly."
"You deserve it, Babe," he said, leaning in and kissing me. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I want to show you how much, but only to the degree that you can handle it. I don't want to be smothering or overbearing. I'm a big man and I'm used to that being said of me. But, I'm really trying to give you space and not overwhelm you. Okay?"
"Yeah, Boo, okay," I smiled up at him and pulled him tightly against me. I buried my face in his shoulder, marveling at the hard muscle beneath and the tight ass in my hands.
"It's still early, but I wanna take you to bed and make love to you, John," he whispered. "I promise to do my best to make you pregnant."
I laughed. "I think this ass," I squeezed his big muscle cheeks, "is gonna get some breeding and seeding, too."
"I'm counting on it."
"Bareback all the way."
"All the way!"
We fucked each other until midnight. I woke up when dawn began to lighten the sky and powerfucked his ass, again. He flipped me over and plowed me hard and deep, but for only a couple of minutes. As hard as I'd just fucked him, I was surprised that I hadn't fucked his cum outta his dick anyway. But, just as well. I wanted his load in my ass again.
We slept until seven, stripped the bed, and jumped in the shower together. Of course, we had to seed each other again with his ass taking the first load. With the laundry under control, I asked him what he'd like for breakfast.
"You've already cooked for me," he smiled, pulling me into his big arms again. "Let's go out for breakfast. Don't you have some favorite places you like to go?"
"You want to hit a gay place with a very good breakfast menu or a place just up the street from that which has the best Eggs Benedicts I've ever tasted?" I offered.
"Ooh, Eggs Benedict! A fatal weakness of mine!" he crooned.
"You won't be disappointed," I assured him.
I pulled the car out of the driveway and headed for the restaurant. His hand rested on my leg, occasionally moving up to squeeze my dick and nuts.
"Stop that!" I laughed swatting his hand away. "I'll have such a bone when I get there that we'll have to sit in the car at the curb for a few minutes before we can go inside."
"Okay, but I don't promise to not do it again when we get seated in the restaurant," he teased.
"What a PIG!" I repeated myself.
"And you love every inch of my piggy body and ass."
"And dick!"
"Yeah, gotta get me another big piece o' dat!" he groaned feeling up my ass. His hand slipped inside my walking shorts and slid down my ass trench easily.
"Stop it! You'll make me crash," I protested, but he kept going down my sweaty canyon until his finger pressed hard against my ass button. I yelled and tried to pull away at a traffic light. His finger shot up my ass and he laughed as he pulled it back out.
He raised his finger to his nose, sniffed, and licked it off. "Yeah, tastes just like John with warm cum from some guy," he whispered with his eyes closed. The car behind us honked. The light had turned green. I gunned it away from the intersection.
"You trying to get me in trouble?"
"You liked it, I know you did," he grinned over at me, still sucking on his fragrant finger.
"Payback's a bitch, ya know!" I smirked.
"Uh oh! I'll be good," he promised.
"Too late now, Babe! You in deep shit!"
"Rather be deep in yo' ass, Muthafucka!"
"Looky here, Nigga!" I laughed. "Don't you be startin' somethin' you cain't finish!"
"I can finish anything you start, Boo," he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Two young men had been keeping pace with us in their Honda on the four-lane street. The passenger rolled down his window and yelled, "How long you been married?" he smiled.
Jim shouted back, "Three weeks!"
"Keep it goin'. You look hot together!" the young man yelled back. He turned and kissed his boyfriend on the cheeks the same way Jim had kissed me. "Men as such great lovers!" he added when he turned back to us.
"Yeah!" Jim and I shouted back. I slowed as we approached the block where the restaurant was. They waved happily as they passed us.
"Ah! Someone's pulling out!" I pointed toward the curb ahead. "Excellent!" I waited for them to pull away into traffic before I did a perfect parallel parking job.
"Damn, Man! You got the touch. More Doris Day parking!" Jim grinned and kissed me on the cheek, again. He jumped out of the car and shut the door as I exited too and pushed the button for the locks and security alarm.
We walked into the restaurant. As it was still relatively early, there were plenty of seats. My favorite waitress shouted, "Anywhere you like, Honey!" I grabbed a menu from the basket near the front door and steered Jim to a booth on the left side.
"I already know what I'm having," I said handing him the menu. "Check it out."
He looked over the menu for a few moments. "What are you having?"
"It probably isn't on the menu, but they still make it for anyone who asks," I noted. "It's called a Blackstone Benedict. Just like a regular Eggs Benedict, but with pepper bacon instead of Canadian bacon. Oh, and they have no problem with making substitutions like toast instead of home fries."
"Who's your friend?" the waitress interrupted with a smile.
"My new boyfriend," I grinned back at her.
"You sure did good on this one; big and delicious!"
"You have no idea!"
"He doesn't play on my team, so I'm gonna have to take your word for it, darn it!" she laughed. "Your usual: vat of cranberry juice, Blackstone, extra crispy bacon, toast instead of home fries, right?"
"Yep."
"And you, good-lookin'?"
Jim blushed, even through his dark skin. "Uh, the Marianne?"
"How you want the steak done?"
"Medium if that isn't too done."
"Medium here means pink, but not bloody," she revealed
"Fine."
"Something to drink?"
"How about a mimosa?"
"Coming right up!" She scribbled our order down and left the table.
"You must come here often," Jim smiled. "She sure knows your order. What's a vat of cranberry, by the way?"
"The largest glass they have with cranberry juice in it," I clarified. "I've had the Marianne before. It's very good. But, I truly love that Blackstone!"
She brought over glasses of ice water and our drink orders. I spooned some of the ice from my water glass into the cranberry juice. She always filled it up, leaving out the ice, so I'd get more cranberry juice.
"That's a big glass, aiight!" he laughed. It was about 16 ounces, but I thought of it as ordinary.
I lifted my glass and he picked up his. "To love, with the proper stranger!" I smiled, stealing a line from an old movie.
"Or improper," he chortled.
After breakfast (which we both loved), I drove us up to the Pittock Mansion in the West Hills. Jim loved the view of the city from there, asking about prominent landmarks in the distance. When he heard Portland has an extinct (dormant) volcano within the city limits (supposedly, the only city in the U.S. with such a geologic phenomenon), he wanted to go to it. Again, I got behind the wheel and got us there. I'm sure it was disappointing to him. It really is only about 100 feet across and looks like a gravel pit that's seen better days. The cinder cone remaining has been mined and otherwise used for more than a century. However, it does sit in a beautifully treed park, so all was not lost on him.
As we returned home, he suggested that we give Mary and Frank a call. "I noticed that your blueberries and raspberries are ripe now," he began. "Let's stop at the store and I'll get some strawberries and some vanilla ice cream, and make dessert. You call them and suggest it," he said, handing his cell phone to me. I called them and they agreed that it would be appropriate for dessert, as they hadn't really thought that part of dinner to a conclusion.
I pulled into the driveway. Before I could get out, Jim said, "Your yard needs to be mowed. Let me do it, please? I'm in a condo and I never get to do yard work."
"Suits me," I answered. Reversing the car, I parked across the street to give me access to the garage where the electric mower and other garden implements were stored. While he mowed the lawn, I'd do some weeding in the flower beds. They certainly needed it during the height of our growing season.
As the day was warm, we changed clothes. Jim wore only his gym shoes and some baggy shorts. Because he's so tall, the shorts hit him about half way down his quads. His high, round ass pulled them tight across his crotch, showing off his massive weapon pretty clearly.
"Woof!" I whispered to myself as I pulled on similar attire. Would we be able to get any yard work done looking this hot!?
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