NOT IN MY NATURE -- PART 1
By Billy Jay Dee
(Based on the true experiences of a married bisexual.)
Tuesday Night
"Oh, oh, no teeth. Okay?" Tom whispered.
Bill mumbled, okay, as he continued to deep throat Tom's eight-inch member. It tasted surprisingly clean considering the heat. He tried to get a better angle for his oral assault on the big guy.
Bill bent over about as far as he could go in the tight confines of the oven-like booth. His dress shirt grew wet from exertion and the heat. With his free hand he lifted the standing man's t-shirt and ran his fingers across the fuzz on Tom's chest and belly. By the flickering light of the booth's video screen, Bill saw blonde hair covered the bigger man's body.
Tom pulled Bill to his feet, squatted and proceeded to suck on Bill's wiener with such vacuum-like intensity that Bill squirmed in pain. Tom's thick fingers first cupped Bill's ass cheeks then spread his crack and began probing for his hole. Looking down at the big man in the flickering light, Bill massaged his shoulders as he slurped away.
"I so, want you in my ass, but.." then Bill's whisper faded.
"You know we have a policy! Only one guy in a booth. There are two of you in there! Come out!"
"Okay. We're coming out," Tom responded quickly, pulling up his pants.
"I'll meet you out front," he whispered to Bill's nodding approval. Tom had had this happen before.
Bill froze in surprise at first. Then quickly buttoned the shirt Tom had opened, pulled his Levis off the floor and got dressed. He kept his eyes firmly on the floor on the way out.
"That was embarrassing!"
"Yeah! Beer?"
The two tall men went to a restaurant overlooking the market and slid into a booth opposite one another. Tom appeared probably 40 years old in contrast to Bill's 46 years, short blonde hair, green seductive eyes, and broad shoulders. He was beefy and lounged in the booth sensually. His gold earrings gave him another touch of something enticing.
Bill was in town for minor surgery. Tom's backpack revealed his homelessness. Bill didn't know if it was his age or the age in general, but during the last three trips to an arcade homeless guys hit him up on. He blushed in shame when seeing the pack, but homelessness like shortness turned him off. Half of Bill's delight in getting laid was that someone wanted him, not his hotel room.
Besides, during the lay over enroute to Seattle, the night before, he'd gotten an hour-long fuck from a 6'7" Russell Crowe look-alike. It wasn't in his nature to say "No, thanks." But Bill paid for the drinks, made some plausible excuse, thanked Tom for the fun and continued his tour of Seattle.
Next stop, "The Cuff". Bill walked through the sparsely populated front bar for the patio.
"Hello," said a smiling open-faced big boy with a shaved head and big grin.
"Hi," Bill replied with a smile. "How's it going?"
"Fine."
Bill leaned against the wall admiring the man's lean frame. "Can I buy you a beer?"
They walked to the bar and straddled two stools. Steve's hand immediately went to Bill's crotch. Bill's eyebrows popped up in surprise.
"When I see what I want I go for it!"
"Really?"
"Did you notice my orange bandana?"
"I thought it was a red banana in your left pocket." "Yeah, I'm into peeing and fisting. It was the best moment of my life when I finally got a fist up my ass. You'll see," he assured Bill with a gentle pat on his thigh.
It wasn't in Bill nature to say "I can't be your huckleberry." But he made an exception in Steve's case.
Final stop for the night; Seattle Baths, just to check them out. After all who'd expect any action early on a Tuesday night. Bill walked up the terraced seating above the big screen television, checked out the playrooms and shower and then circled back to the locker rooms. As Bill suspected nothing going on -- until he walked by an open door where the proverbial corn-fed farm boy laid on his back and was getting it from an older gray-haired guy.
The top proudly waved Bill in and twisted his buddy's bottom around so Bill could get a better view of his six-inch cock sliding in and out. Bill took every opporturnity to suck the bottom's thicker six-incher that their positions allowed. The top played with Bill's ass during such moments, but never too aggressively. Finally, Bill stepped to the far end of the bed and Farmer Jones returned the favor for a while, slurping away at his precum dripping hardon.
Bill gave up his spot to a young Latino long, dark, thin erection and took a walk. When he returned the old timer was pumping away in a climactic frenzy. "Uh, oh, yeah, boy, take my load. I'm cumming!!!" he grunted as he finished in a red-faced sweat. He the spun the farm boy around, so the Latino with his broad shoulders, flat top haircut and that eight-inch hard dick could start up.
Bill got a little more head from the writhing blond, who was obviously getting his prostate prodded by his swarthy ass-fucker. Pulling Bill's cock from his mouth, he breathlessly rasped at the Latin. "Oooooh, baby, fuck me hard. I'm ready. Yeah, yeah, give me the load."
The Latino pulled back on the young blonds hips, purred through his ass-flooding orgasm and grabbed the farm boy's waving, half-hard pecker. A few quick strokes and the boy's dick rose and spat. Within seconds, Bill jerked to climax and spewed thick, white juice on the boy's face. "MMmmm," the bottom lad moaned, leaning into Bill's crotch to suck out the last drops.
Bill thanked the athletic pair for a great show.
It was not in his nature to be impolite.