LODGE THAT GRAND ROD
A story based on true experiences of a married bisexual man.
By BILLY JAY DEE
I wondered why I'd come to the Grand Lodge meeting.
Ages ago I agreed to serve as the local lodge's representative to the state-wide convention. I had not been too thrilled about the idea. And after I said yes, they said oh, and by the way, you'll need to attend the pre-Grand Lodge convention with just the local lodges. "Whatever!"
But, when the time came I had just gotten back from two weeks of training in LA (Hi, LAX) I was way behind on my personal and professional life. There seemed no way out of it. I could get away at lunch time. I called Jack to make lunch plans. "What are you doing? Cool. Who you staying with? No way, I just bought this big house. Stay here." So he picks me up at the airport. We have a great evening. He drops me downtown on his way to work.
My meeting is surprisingly good. Not too much business, inspirational speaker, some interesting addresses by famous men in the state. At lunch in the midst of a good time, Jack says, "You know John Jones moved up here." I didn't. Jack borrowed my cell, called Jonesy and made my lunch plans for the next day. Spent the night with Jack, had a great lunch with Jonesy and finally got to meet his four kids and his super wife. Jonesy takes me back to the evening session and says, "Jack and I are going to take you out afterwards." "It gets over at 10pm." "That's okay." We had a great evening. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I friend suggested that now that Fate had set the hook, I was being reeled in.
So, there I was headed towards the baggage claim in the state's biggest airport wondering what the hell I was doing there, when Ken strolled through security headed for my gate. He was late, and his eyes moved back and forth across the concourse bright with emotion. His habitual smile fluttered about his lips. His features might have betrayed concern, but his body reeked of self confidence. It was the first time I'd seen him in his TSA uniform. His lapels were ironed out flat against his shirt revealing a bit of the hairy chest beneath and the white tank top that covered it. The white short sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to show off the muscles of his upper arms. He'd spent all of last summer hiking British Columbia and he still had a bit of that hiker's gait. In his wake stood slack jawed women and blushing men. Did I mention my boyfriend is 6'7" and looks like Russell Crowe with a neatly kept black beard? I, on the other hand, am almost old enough to be Ken's daddy and have gray hair.
When his eyes fell upon my 6'1" frame his face turned into a blushing grin. His shoulders fell as did the worry upon them. I always seem to have a really positive effect on him. When I call him on the phone and he answers all gruffly and business-like, you should hear the volume fall and warmth ooze into his voice when he knows it's me.
"Bill!" he crowed as his massive right hand engulfed mine.
"Ken," I replied shaking his hand resisting the temptation to hug him right there in front of his co-workers.
"We got a lot to catch up on," he informed me.
This was going to be our only night together. My meetings ran until 10 p.m. and he worked till 1 a.m. after this night So we talked about his new job, took the bus downtown, met his new roommate, shopped, talked about the difficulty of meeting people in a new town, made dinner, went for a beer, discovered his roomie was gone for the evening and then he said, "Wanna fuck?"
My hunk takes me by the hand, led me to his furnished room and encloses me in his arms. His tongue forces its way down into my mouth. I wrap my hands around his shoulders and pull his face down to mine. Ken breaks our embrace with a gulp and a sheepish grin. His big hands drop to my belt and fly, pulls open my Levis, drops his butt to the queen size bed and starts sucking my little six-inch cock.
"Oh, yeah, Ken. Ah. That feels good," I whisper, leaning my full weight on my open hands on his broad shoulders. He's making slurping noises as his lips run the length of my saliva-drenched white dick, glancing up at me with an arch of his left eyebrow as the pink head comes to rest in his mouth. Then it's a big gulp and he slowly lets my manhood slide from his plush lips again.
With a smack of those lips, he suggests we get naked. By the time I get naked; he is already nude and stretched out on the bed. His left elbow props up his massive frame so he can enjoy the sight of me stripping; his right hand dangles his dark nine-inch slab of meat straight up at me. I kneel on the bed and my mouth goes straight to work, but Ken is not satisfied with just a blow job. His large caressing fingers work their way up my left leg to my thigh where his hand encourages me to bring my dick to his lips. I comply. Sixty-nining I can never deep throat the whole thick shaft, but his cock was already hard anyway. He moans encouragingly as I alternate licking the shaft, mouthing the head and sucking on his balls. He keeps moving his big brown ass, so I can eventually work a finger up to his bung hole. For his part, Ken goes right back to slurping on my dick. His ever aggressive fingers steadily search their way to my ass. First one, then the others pried my checks even further so they can double penetrate me and it seems like those thick digits are going for a gang bang when Ken jumps up. "On your back!" he hisses as he reaches for the lube.
I wedge a pillow under my butt. My boyfriend splashes lube on his cock and presses the head against my bung hole. He always takes it easy so as not to hurt me. I have a surprise for him. My fingers had been "gang-banging" my ass every morning shower this week in preparation for this moment. My long white arms shoot out around his thighs. I barely grunt as I impale myself on his huge black rod.
"Oh, Billy. You okay?"
I nod and he slowly pulls back and then shoves back in. Another couple of strokes and I is relaxing and smiling. "Oh, Billy," he whispers again and then starts thrusting the full length of his shaft. His face takes on a determined grin, his big hands press my thighs down and he leans of my folded frame to frantically kiss me. His big slab of meat keeps slamming in and out of me and I just submit to the pounding.
My hands stroke that forest of hair on his chest and pinch his nipples enough to get him to suck air. "Yeah, fuck me, Ken. Lodge that grand rod up my butt. Fuck that ass," I encourage and then start grinning.
"What?" he whispers.
"Your roommate is gone, no one lives around here, we ain't in your old apartment or a hotel room. We don't have to whisper." I shout, "Fuck that ass!"
"Yeah!" he shouts back, now huffing and puffing, the sweat beginning to form on his brow and amongst the hairy growth on his chest. His eyes are glassed over and he blindly drives in and out of me, bouncing my bent-in-half bottom across the bed. He pops out, we gasp; he lifts off my ass by pushing off my thighs with his left hand, guides his cock in with the right and away we go for more fucking. He pops out occasionally; "Damn," he shouts, lifts my left leg in the air and re-attacks my ass. The third time he pops out: "Damn!" He demands I roll over on my belly. I elevate my ass with a pillow under my prick, but Ken tosses it aside. He straddles my thighs and slides his rod up the crack of my ass into my hole. He grabs my hand from behind and passionately interlocks our fingers. Then he bangs away so hard and directly that he scoots us across the bed towards the wall. He rolls me on my back again, folds me in half and goes back to fucking his favorite way: long and hard, his tongue in my mouth and his sweat pooling on my chest. Another fifteen minutes of that.
"Damn!" when he pops out and then: "On your belly." This time I hear a spring in the mattress pop when he jumps off me. When the new position wasn't getting him any closer to cumming, he grabs me and starts to roll me on my back again.
"How about this? On our sides."
His long arms and wide hands move my shoulders at ninety degrees to his body. He shoves in deeper and harder than before. But that still isn't cutting it and it's back on my back where the weight of his enormous body begins to make my legs ache. I straightened them out with the intent of easing the ache. But –
"Oh, no, you don't! Your ass is mine. I own you." And so saying he clamps the back of my legs to his chest, stands on his knees and keeps pounding my dangling ass. Eventually he pins me back on the bed. We wrap one another in our arms, with sweat flying everywhere, tongues wrestling, his ass rising high and rapidly down. "I want you to take my whole load in your mouth. I want to shoot it."
"Okay."
He flings himself on his back beside me. Lifting my upper torso with his left hand, he aims his cock at my mouth with his right. Ken is famous for the volume and force of his load so I didn't clamp down on that purple head but just let it fly my way until his massive eruption is spent. I bend to kiss him, releasing back to him his load. Our tongues feverishly clean one another's mouths. Then I collapse on to his left side. My dark skinned giant rolls over me, keeping his weight on his elbows and his lips, softly pecking at my face.
"I want to see you cum. Jerk for me. You like it when I fuck you, don't you? You like it when I'm plugging your ass, pinning you to the bed." My right hand has my whipped dick in its palm, rubbing my swelling shaft. "Come on, daddy, shoot for me. So I can fuck your ass again," Ken orders gruffly. With a grunt and a spasm, I let loose. Ken's thick lips are around my spurting cock to soothe me. He shares my smaller and sweeter load of man-cream with me and thanks me with soft warm words. We cuddle there with him whimpering and sighing above me. I melt into the sweat-drenched warmth of his embrace, feeling loved and protected and fully sated. "I love you," rises to my lips, but stops there. Not the thing to say at such a moment. I push my thoughts elsewhere and when he asks me what I was thinking, I can report something else.
"What are you thinking?" I retorted.
"About having no sex drive as of late." My shoulders straighten beneath me and I turn to look at him quizzically. "Until you come to town and then I can't get enough." I start rambling on about old friends being the best and the stress of the move and new job and just keep going without considering the more obvious reason I just came up with.
The next morning I dressed in the dark, brushed my teeth with a harsh new toothbrush, kissed my boyfriend "good bye" until Sunday, and caught a cab to the convention. First day was a workshop on the gifts God gave us for the good of the Order. Good, thought provoking course. Second day began the long drawn out initial readings and politicking for the resolutions. The second day also began my toothache.
By the afternoon the tooth was roaring. My head was pounding. The room was hot. The resolution requiring full public disclosure of all pertinent information like: marital status, sexual orientation, health and disabilities was read again and presented for discussion. I probably would have been okay, but everyone who got up spoke in favor with just glowing words, following the company line, one right after another. And my tooth was killing me.
I stood up and went to the mike. "I'm speaking against the resolution for two reasons. 1) What does this tell the possible brothers who might want to join our fraternal organization? And two, what does marital status, health or disabilities have to do with being a member of this Loyal Order? Many of our early leaders were afflicted with disabilities."
No one seemed to take much notice. My tooth was killing me. I sat down. The next speaker was a homophobe and the final speaker before he started said, "Bill you made a good point about that list being discriminatory." Afterwards one of the Governors talked to me about amending the resolution. At dinner a couple of gentlemen said they liked my comments. The first item the next day was amendments to the resolution and the final decision to just remove the entire offending paragraph. By then my tooth wasn't hurting any more. A few more presentations, dinner, entertainment, sound sleep and then off to the airport to meet Ken.
The brother, who was housing me, dropped me off early at the airport and I waited in the sunshine out front for my hunk. He appeared on time. We settled down to a table at the nearest restaurant.
"So, I got something to tell you," I started. "My best friend and I both travel a lot on business and don't get to see one another. So we write one another. One time I signed my note to him Love, Bill '. Next time I see him he says that real men don't say I love you' to one another. I think about that for a couple of days and then I tell him, `So, it's okay for me to love tequila. I can love my dog. But I can't love my best friend. Isn't that the definition of "best friend" the friend you love best. I love you. Deal with it'."
"And you are telling me this story why?" Ken asks with a grin.
"'Cause I love you, Ken. Deal with it."
"I love you too, Bill. It just took me longer to get here is all."
We chat, order, drink, rub thighs beneath the table, lean into one another, make eyes and then I say, "Did I ever tell you about Ray's trip to California?" Ray was a mutual "acquaintance" of ours in Seattle. "Apparently he hadn't been getting any in Seattle and decided to make up for lost time when he and his buddies went on vacation. They started calling him `The Whore of Babylon'. Even got a blow job in Disneyland."
"What?" Ken whispered intently, his eyes squinting as a slier version of his habitual smile crept onto his face. He leaned towards me to hear and his outer thigh pressed more warmly against mine beneath the table.
"Yeah, some guy was checking him out on Main Street USA', so much so that the next thing Ray hears is a postcard rack hitting the ground when the guy ran into it. That broke the ice. The guy says, You want a blow job? I know a place.' He had a key to some room." I casually went back to eating my lunch.
"I don't know of anything like that around the airport," he whispered. "The only keys I've got are for inside the security area. And I'm still new enough, I wouldn't know about any other places. Sorry."
"Cool," and we continued chatting and picking at our lunches.
"If you are done. Let's go for a walk," he suggested, thumbing towards outside where he could smoke.
I thought about stopping to relieve myself, but didn't. We ended up in the basement of the open air parking structure. He lit up and kept strolling. The concrete structure was cooled by breezes passing thru its chain link fence walls. The sunlight came in so forcibly on the sides of the structure that the flowering bushes and grass had worked their way in, perfuming the air and tinting the light. We walked through the few cars parked there and headed toward the open stairwell at the back. I thought... "Nah!"
As we walked through the open doorway into the stair well, Ken grabbed my left arm and swung my backside into the corner, he sandwiched me against the wall and his wet lips descended to mine. I couldn't believe it. My puckered lips were forced apart by a grin and then his tongue. The bittersweet taste of tobacco overpowered my mouth. The cigarette smoke still clung to his beard and collar. I grabbed him by the shoulders and held him as tightly as his enormous frame pressed me against the cool gray concrete.
"This is going to be one hell of a make out session," I thought.
But that hard thing in his pants pressing insistently into my abdomen told me that was a lie. I managed to move my right hand between our thrusting bodies and felt his hard cock tearing at the sheer fabric of his black TSA dress pants. "Okay, blowjob like in Disneyland," I thought, as Ken continued to press our bodies and lips together.
I began fumbling with his belt and sliding towards the floor, but when he eased his body off of mind it was to unbuckle my pants.
"Turn around," he said.
"No way!" burst out of me as the grin burst on my face.
"Yes!" he laughed.
He turned me to the corner. I pulled my Levis and shorts down over my ass and lifted my shirt tail. He pulled his slacks and bikini briefs to his thighs, spit on his huge cock, spit on his hand to lube his cock, grabbed it and started guiding it in. My ass was still wide open from the reaming he'd given me three nights before, but I should have squatted over the toilet before following my big hunk out here. He didn't seem fazed by the extra "traction". His cock plowed its way into my hungry butt.
"Yeah, yeah, Bill." he grunted
His cock in my tight ass, his massive hands on my thigh; it felt great! Pleasure flowed through my veins. I put my hands on the wall and pushed off as I arched my back so he would reach that perfect spot.
"Oh, yeah!" I crowed when the huge knob of his invading prick crushed against my prostate.
Ken reached around my pelvis for a better grip and found my hard dick waiting there. He stroked it with the palm of his massive paw thru the fabric of my tighty whities. Then grabbed my hips and started with short, urgent, frantic strokes here in the open air stairwell rather than his long hard ones of his bed.
A car door slammed near by. We stopped. I reached for my pants. "No, no, no," Ken whispered. His hands moving to my shoulders, massaging them, bend me over more. Distant footsteps moved further away from us. Ken went back to his fast and furious short strokes in and out of my ass. I couldn't stand it any longer. I wedged my shoulder into the corner of the wall, braced my galloping body with my left hand and reached into my shorts. My cock was harder than it had been in years. I wrapped my fingers around and started stroking the shaft while the head trapped in my shorts made out with the soft fabric. It wasn't long and I was shooting hot sticky globs inside my briefs. I could feel my sphincter muscle twitching around Ken's thick pole.
"We got to go," I panted.
"No."
"I'll miss my flight."
"Damn."
We dressed and headed for security, hitting the bathroom along the way so Ken could take two soapy hand towels into the stall and clean himself up.
"That was great!" he told me as we headed for the gate. "You must have loved it. You were hard. You're never hard when I fuck you."
"Sorry, we didn't have longer," I felt guilty about me coming and him not.
"I could have hurried it this time. Damn, that was great!"
We got to the gate in time for Ken to meet the benevolent and loyal brothers who'd traveled with me. As they loaded on the plane, it gave us one last moment together. We fumbled through a handshake and then gave up and hugged. He walked me the final steps to the gate.
"I was great spending time with you. I wish we'd had more time together," he said in his warm soft voice.
"Yeah, buddy, except for the time I spent with you the whole trip was a waste."
"Oh, I don't know, sounds to me like you got up and said a few things to the Grand Lodge convention, 'cause that toothache made you cranky. Then they removed the stuff you complained about."
"Oh...yeah...that."