Shifting Gear

Hi guys, here is a new thread of stories that will build to a complete novel. For those of you who have enjyed the "Hot Pies and Size Queens", and the "Across the Alley" threads, I hope you can dig this one as well. I wrote it a few years ago, and if it had been written more recently, I'd change the technology in the story to a cell phone, but back then this was the best available, so remember it is ancient history. Enjoy

All the warnings apply regarding man 2 man sex, and age caviats and being offended. This story is wild and raunchy in places.

Shifting Gear by Stony Austin

Chapter 1

I got the beeper in the first place because my boss was complaining that I was unreachable most of the time on my route. I repair computers on site for a well known manufacturer of those wonderful machines. I cover a good portion of southern Arizona in my travels, and often find myself alone in some lonesome motel at night. The boss is very good about my expense account, because I'm very good at what I do.

My company car is equipped with a cell phone, which I also use, with their permission, to conduct my personal life. I'm a nomad of the electronic age, and I happen to be gay. I suppose that's a plus in this job, since every other guy like me out there is married and having impossible problems with their suspicious wives.

Me, I'm glad I have my beeper. I don't know who owned it before I got it, but if there's a god in heaven, he must have seen to it that it fell into my hands when it was turned back in to the cellular company that issued it. Who ever the guy was, he was one hell of an active dude. The number must be written in every tearoom and published in every gay publication ever printed. I even get calls from New Mexico and Southern California, not to mention Nevada and Utah.

As I move through the state, I get a steady stream of calls. I keep an Arizona prefix directory with me, and that way I can figure which calls are local enough to my location to warrant calling back. I don't care where I find myself when quitting time comes, my beeper gives me options.

I remember the first day I got the precious little red gadget. I picked it up in Phoenix,from my cellular provider and was attracted to its neat red transparent casing which allows you to see inside its workings. That appealed to me because of my trade as a repair man. I clipped it to my belt and headed out the door feeling a bit foolish having a traveling telephone number for the first time. I didn't even get to my car before it buzzed and sent a pleasant sensation into my groin area. Since I hadn't given out the number to anyone yet, I figured it was a mistake. In the car, I dialed the number on the beeper and waited for an answer.

"Hello?" The voice was a little on the young side, but sounded interesting.

"Uh, Hi. I'm returning your page." I figured he wouldn't recognize my voice, and say sorry, wrong number or something.

"Oh, hi. My name's Terry. I saw your ad and wondered if you had any time to get together.

I was puzzled. I hadn't run an ad. "Uh, can you describe the ad; I run so many." If I could string him along for a few minutes, maybe I'd have some fun.

"Oh sure, I have it right here." He rummaged through some paper, and then was back in line. "Hot good looking cocksucker wants to get intimate with your private parts. It could take hours and hours. And your beeper number."

"Oh that ad. Yeah. So what did you have in mind?"

"Well, could we meet somewhere for a drink or something?"

"It sounds to me like you're looking to get blown right?"

"Uh...Right." He was taken aback by my bluntness.

"So where are you located, and I'll tell you if I have time to work you into my schedule."

"Located?"

"You know Terry; where you live."

"Oh, I couldn't take you there. I live with my parents."

"How old are you Terry?" He sounded so young suddenly, but you can't always tell.

"I'm old enough. I was hoping you might have a place we could get together to...um..."

"Suck dick?"

"Uh huh." He sounded younger by the second.

"Well, it's like this Terry, I'm staying over at a motel on Grand Avenue. The cross street is Olive. Is that any where near your location?"

"Uh I don't know Olive." His voice was getting a little shaky over the phone.

"Dunlap becomes olive going west from seventeen."

"Oh yeah. I remember now. I'm not that far from there, maybe twenty or thirty minutes."

"Well, I'll tell you what, I haven't checked in yet, but I'm on my way there now. Give me your number and I'll call you with my room number. That'll give me time to get cleaned up for our meeting. I've been on the road all day, and could use a shower and a shave."

"My mother might answer the phone."

"So? I'm not going to tell her I want to speak to her cock sucking son am I? Give me a name I can use so she won't be suspicious."

"Uh...um...I guess you could say you were Mr. Coates. He's my weight trainer and coach at school. I told my mother he might be asking me to do some lifting this evening."

"What school?" I didn't want to get into some scene with a high school kid and get myself busted.

"ASU. I'm studying drama on a sports scholarship. Just say you're coach Coates and that you need me to come lift some weights. She doesn't pay any attention when its school work."

"Fine, are you home now?"

"Yes, I'm using the phone in the poolhouse. No one can hear me talking here."

"O.K. I'll call you soon. I'm almost there now."

I can remember being in that dark closet, and my heart went out to the kid.

It had been one of the most difficult things I'd ever done, trying to figure out how to meet other guys like myself. I'd guessed wrong a time or two, and had the bloody noses and black eyes to help in my training. I knew what he was going through, and maybe I could help him along a little.

As soon as I checked in, I hit the re dial button on the car phone. The kid was right, his mother picked up. "Is Terry there?"

"Who's calling?"

"I'm Coach Coates, his weight trainer."

"Of course, Mr. Coates. One moment please." I could hear her call her son though it was muffled by her hand over the receiver. Then Terry picked up.

"Thanks mom. Hi coach." I heard her replaced her extension.

"Room two fifteen. How long before you can get here?"

"In a flash." His voice was more confident now. "Uh...coach, what time did you want me until?" I figured his mom was in the room with him.

"How about until ten tonight?" I had no idea what he wanted.

"Great. I'll tell mom so she won't worry." He held the phone away from his mouth and told his mom that we would be working out until ten at least. She thought it was late, but because it was Friday night, she guessed it was all right. "It's all set coach. I'll leave right now and be there as soon as traffic allows."

"See you soon kid." I stopped the phone call, and popped my trunk open. I locked my car, and pulled my travel bag out of the trunk and headed for the room.

I had just finished my shower when there was a tentative knock at my door. I wrapped a towel around my waist and held it at my hip. "Yes?"

"It's me, Terry." The kid had made record time. His twenty or thirty minute guesstimate was long. I opened the door and let him step through the opening. He was a knockout. He was taller than me by a good four inches, and I'm five eleven. He was dark complexioned with a heavy tan over that, and his blond hair was cut into an old fashioned crew cut. But it was his big brown eyes that sent my dick crawling. He was well built and masculine, but the muscles had not been developed into the massive mounds of flesh that I pictured when I thought about weight lifters.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Coates, your coach for the evening." He grinned at me and we shook hands. "Why don't you get comfortable like me Terry, and we can get to know each other.

He started pulling his ASU tee shirt over his head. The kid wasn't as shy as I took him for on the phone. "So what's your real name Mr. Coates? You never told me." He unbuttoned his jeans, and they were in the corner with his shirt in no time. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock was abnormally large for his body. My dick got harder just looking at his growing into at least a ten inch log the size of my wrist. My asshole started to twitch with anticipation.

"What a cock," I whispered, and dropped my towel to the floor. My knees were soon there with it, and my tongue was licking that luscious dick like a lollipop. Terry put his hands on my head, and ran his fingers through my hair. I looked up, and he had his head thrown back and was facing the ceiling. His body was twitching and shivering with delight at what my tongue was doing to him. I took a breather.

"You ever done this before Terry?" He shivered and took a deep breath before he looked at me.

"I had a girl touch it once, but when it got hard, she was afraid of it. She called it my snake."

"Well, it's a snake all right, and it can crawl into my hole anytime." I smiled up at him.

"You mean fucking?"

"I mean fucking."

"I've never fucked any body. That girl said it would tear people apart it was so big. I thought my only hope of having sex was finding somebody to suck me off, or maybe jack me off. I don't think you can get it into your butt."

"It may not fit, but I'd like to try."

"Could we? I've wondered what that would feel like forever. It doesn't matter if you can't, at least you'll try."

I went to the nightstand next to the bed, and rummaged through the collection of rubbers I'd put there. When you live your life on the road, you meet all sizes of men, and while I'd never seen a cock this big before, I did have two or three larger sized condoms. I selected the largest, and tore it open. Terry jacked his humungus dick and walked over to me. I put the huge head in my mouth, and had to stretch as far as I could to encompass it. He moaned and I licked the glans with my cramped tongue.

"Oh coach, that feels fantastic."

I couldn't get anymore of him into my mouth, so he had to be satisfied with a head job. He started breathing heavy, and I popped the huge dickhead out of my mouth. I didn't want him to cum yet. With his lack of experience, I'd have to control this session, or it wouldn't last until ten P.M. I was determined to play this flute every second I could.

I robed his third leg in latex, and big as the rubber was, it was still a tight fit. Terry laid back on the edge of the bed on his elbows and examined his rubberized shaft.

"Never had one of these on before either. I was always too embarrassed to buy them. I didn't know what size to ask for."

"When you want to buy condoms, just hold your forearm up and tell the pharmacist its that size. Of course, he'll probably want you to prove it to him by letting him see it." I chuckled.

"You think he might?" Terry seemed concerned.

"Don't worry about it kid. This dick is going to make lots of guys drool in the coming years. My advise is to take on all comers and you'll have a great time. You've got to stop worrying so much about it. You got one of the biggest dicks ever put on a man, and you should be enjoying what pleasures it can bring you. Who gives a fuck what some stupid woman says about it. Believe me men will appreciate you like you would not believe."

I squeezed a handful of lube into my palm, and stroked it onto his standing shaft. When I touched him, he quivered. I lifted his balls which were not as gigantic as his cock, but seemed to be in proportion to his shaft when it wasn't hard. When it was hard, his balls were dwarfed by the massive column of man meat.

I slapped a generous dollop of lube up my shitter, and worked all my fingers into it trying to relax and expand my sphincter. I worked my hand in my butthole for at least ten minutes, all the while, stroking his massive cock with my free hand. Gradually, I began to feel my ass let go of its tightness, my fingers were sliding into me past the knuckles. I took a deep breath, and pushed harder. I felt the ring of muscle stretch even further, and suddenly my hand was in my asshole up to the wrist.

"Hum," I thought. "This is new." It had never occurred to me to fist myself. I wiggled the fingers in my butt, and could feel them touching things only other guys fingers and dicks had touched before. I started to sweat. The sensations were beyond describing. My own cock had gone limp, but I felt hornier than I could ever remember being before.

"I think I'm ready to try Terry." I slid my greasy hand out of my ass, and felt a great emptiness inside. I picked up my wet towel, and wiped my hand dry. "Just stay where you are," I said. "Let me try to sit on it first. If I get you in me, then we won't have a problem moving around into more comfortable positions."

I backed up to him, and reached through my legs for his dick. My mind reeled at the size of it. My fingers would not completely reach around the shaft. I was still sweating when I presented the massive flared head to my bunghole. I can't say what I experienced was exactly pain, more like a dreadful pressure. My asshole quivered, and almost tightened up, but suddenly, I felt movement, and the tip of Terry's cock entered my body. I paused for a breath and wiped my brow with the back of my hand.

"How you doing kid?" I looked at his reflection in the mirror on the wall opposite the foot of the bed. He was rigid beneath me, but I was riveted by what I saw. His huge cock looked like a two foot log of flesh going into my body. I knew it was an illusion, but my stomach began to tremble a little.

Terry just grunted in response to my question. I patted his chest with my free hand, and lowered myself another inch. Sweat erupted from my arm pits, and began dripping onto his legs. I was determined, and took several deep breaths and felt myself begin to slowly slide down his obelisk. I heard him gasp, and threw a glance to the mirror. Half his giant cock was buried in my body. I started to shake uncontrollably.

"This may be as much as I can take kid." My voice was strained and I was talking in gasps.

"It's all right coach," he grunted. It feels fantastic to me. I don't have to go any deeper."

Suddenly without warning, I felt a change in my gut. It felt like something had given way. Visions of torn intestines flashed through my head, but in the next instant, indescribable pleasure flooded through me, and my body went limp. Terry's cock slid all the way in without effort. I let out a gasp, and he moaned beneath me. I felt like I was sitting on a baseball bat, but no baseball bat had ever done what Terry was doing with his cock inside me. I'm not sure what he was doing, but the sensation was one of ripples traveling from the entrance of my ass to the top of his dick.

I tried to raise my body up a little but found I lacked the strength. I took several deep breaths, and tried to collect my muscles, I needed to gain control again somehow. I felt like a limp rag.

"Coach?" His voice was concerned.

"Um hum?"

"Am I hurting you? You want me to pull out?"

"Don't you dare!" Even I was shocked at the loudness of my voice. It caused Terry to buck under me, which sent incredible waves of pleasure through my body.

"I can't move kid," I gasped. "But if you can get me turned over on my stomach, I think I'd like you to try fucking me."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yes. I want you to fuck my brains out. Stir my guts up with your fucking ram rod.

He slowly stood up and I had the sensation I was a coat on a hook. He carefully laid me on my stomach across the bed without loosing an inch. His weight lifting had given him tremendous strength in his upper body, and I felt it as he laid across my back and hugged me with his muscular arms.

"Uh coach, this feels better than anything I've ever felt before. What should I do now?"

"Start slow fucking me." He took a deep breath, and pulled an inch out of me. Slowly he pushed it back inside. His second stroke was a little longer, and felt incredible going back into my ass. His third stroke felt like he'd pulled a foot out of me, and this time he slipped back in more easily.

"It's getting easier coach."

"I must be lubing somehow. I've heard it can happen."

He began a slow steady rhythm in and out of my ass. I felt like I would pass out from the pleasure of it. I began to regain the use of my body, and started helping him by pushing back while he was pushing into me.

"Speed it up a little Terry. I think I can handle it now." He grunted in my ear, and started humping his dick into my ass faster. Before I knew it, he was fucking me like a pile driver and I realized my own cock had gotten hard again and was gushing precum in mass under me. The whole bed felt wet with it. His huge dick rubbed across my prostate and sent me up the wall. In an instant, I felt like I was going to explode, and my dick started flooding the bed under me with shot after shot of my boiling cum.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" My breath was coming in ragged gasps and my eyes were rolling back into my head.

Suddenly Terry plunged into me harder with several thrusts, and then went rigid. His body was stiff, and I felt his cock convulse inside my body. He shivered, and convulsed again, and again and again. He took a ragged breath, and fucked me another stroke and convulsed again. His hot cum felt like a gush of heat just under my stomach. I was moaning, and shivering under him. He fucked me a few more strokes and suddenly went limp on my back.

I expected his cock to subside as mine had already done after shooting its load of jism, but I could feel he was still rock hard. I wiggled myself on it a little, and found it was unchanged.

"Can I just keep it in you for a while coach? It feels so wonderful. I don't know if I'll ever get to do this again."

"Um huh." I reached behind me and patted his butt cheek. "You don't have to worry about not doing this when I'm in town kid."

"You like it" He was incredulous.

"No kid. I don't like it, I love it." I lifted my butt, and felt him push against me. He pulled out a little, and pushed back in.

"Can I fuck you again coach? I'm still hard."

"Oh yes you beautiful boy. Fuck me senseless. Leave me heap of quivering flesh. Fill my ass with gallons of your fresh cream. Cum in me forever."

He wasted no time beginning to stroke into me again. He raised up on his knees, and started plowing into me from side to side. The feelings in my body were beyond any fuck I'd ever had before. He took longer the second time, but when he came, I came with him at the exact time spurt for spurt we matched our climaxes and it seemed it went on forever.

When it was finished, he collapsed on my back, and we rolled on our sides with his cock still impaled in my ass. We must have fallen asleep, because it was two hours before I was aware of the room again. I woke up, and felt his cock still inside me. When I moved to get up, he turned over and his massive tool, limp at last, pulled out of my body. The rubber was weighted at the tip with what appeared to be a cup of cum. He woke up while I was pulling the filled condom off his beautiful cock. He smiled with sleepy eyes at me and I leaned over to kiss him on the mouth. Our tongues met and we knew that we would always be there for each other.

"That was wonderful coach. I never expected to fuck you."

"No? What did you expect?"

"I don't know, maybe getting sucked off. I didn't have any expectations.

"What would you have liked to happen?"

"Oh nothing different, it was great. Better than I imagined. Only..."

"Only what?"

"I figured you would want to fuck me too."

"Oh I do kid, but look at the time." It was a quarter to ten.

"Oh shit! I wanted to feel what it was like to get fucked."

"Tell you what. Can you get free again tomorrow night? I've got business here in Phoenix tomorrow, and I can put off leaving for another night."

"What time do you want me, and I'll be here. I'll tell my mom I have a game I want to attend at school. She lets me go to games by myself."

"Same time I guess."

I sent him to the shower so his mother wouldn't smell the heady funky odor of mansex on him when he got home. I laid on the bed and pulled on my dick until it was hard again while he cleaned up. When he was dressed, and stepped out of the bathroom, he sat down on the bed beside me. Without hesitation, he leaned over my cock, and took it into his mouth. He was gentle and inexperienced, but with some of my expert training, he could also become a world class cocksucker. He was already a world class top.

I pulled him up off my dick, and kissed him. "I think it needs a rest. Let it build up its strength overnight so it can do a good job on your butt tomorrow." He laughed, and stood up to leave.

"I can't wait coach. He blew me a kiss and was out the door.

I Hadn't been paying attention to my new beeper, mainly because it was in my pants pocket hanging in the closet. After Terry left, I realized I hadn't eaten anything since noon, and my stomach was convinced my throat had been cut. I hopped into the shower and scrubbed off the smell of mansex with Terry boy, and got dressed. As I was pulling my pants on, the beeper buzzed. "What a pleasant sensation," I thought, and tightened my belt.

"Whoa," my mind was blown when I saw the message on the tiny screen. Seventeen pages! "Damn," I muttered to myself, and left the motel room to find something to eat. In the car, I scrolled through the list of numbers on the pager screen, and wrote them down on a pad. Before I finished the list, the pager buzzed again. Recording the last number to come in, I cleared the pager and headed out to find a burger joint that was still open.

Eating my Jumbo meal and large coffee, I perused the list of numbers on the note pad. Several were long distance, so I eliminated them from immediate consideration. The remaining eleven were Phoenix and vicinity prefixes which I checked with my trusty Prefix Directory. I used it in my work to help me schedule my jobs so I always made the best use of my time.

I settled on four numbers with prefixes that indicated they were within a few minutes of the motel where I was staying. In the car again, sipping my black coffee, I dialed the first number. No answer after six rings, so I stopped the call. The second number was answered after the first ring.

"Hello?" There was a definite question in the guy's husky voice. I could hear what was obviously a porn tape playing in the background, and the guy was breathing a little ragged.

"Hi, I'm returning a page I received earlier tonight."

"Oh yeah. Just a second, I gotta mute the television." I waited while he found the remote and killed the groans and husky throated dudes muttering `Oh yeah,' over and over.

When he came back on the line, his voice was a little more stable. "Yeah, I paged you. Got your number off a wall somewhere."

"Oh yeah?" I was beginning to wonder about my pager's former owner. "Did I write any thing on the wall with it? I mean I do a lot of traveling, and leave my number in a lot of men's rooms."

"I think it said you was a wild cocksuckin' fool lookin' for fresh meat. Or somethin' like that." I didn't respond to his English, and suddenly had an image of a married guy who's wife thinks his dick's too dirty to touch, much less suck, home alone for some reason.

"Are you married?" I couldn't resist.

"How'd you know? Wife's gone to Yuma to visit her sister who just had a baby."

"So, what did you have in mind?" I could hear his breath being sucked in; either he was excited by the video, or he was smoking.

"You like to come over and suck my dick for me?" He seemed to be pleading a little.

"Well, unless you're a hunk of a stud, I charge for my services." I had to suppress a chuckle.

"What? I thought if..." He started to sputter a little.

"You thought if you got my number off a toilet wall, that I'd be hot to run over to your place at the drop of a dime and suck your dick; right?"

"Uh, I guess so..."

"I got to go Charlie, call somebody else." As I stopped the call, I heard him say; "How much you charge..." before the line went dead. Charlie, or what ever his name was was going to have to make do with his video and hand.

I took a sip of java and dialed the next number.

After the third ring, a woman answered. She sounded like a tough cookie. I explained that I was returning a page, and didn't know who had called me from the number.

"Clyde! Did you page some guy?! What did you say your name was?" To me.

"I didn't, but it's Gerry."

"Are you a friend of Clyde's?"

"I can't say as I've ever met him before."

"Well I need to ask you a personal question then." Her voice was taking on an edge of anger.

"Go ahead. I'll answer if I can." I could hear Clyde coming into the room asking who it was on the phone.

"Are you a queer?!" Her voice told me she had asked this question before. Clide said; "Now honey..."

"Why yes. Why do you ask?" I heard her scream; "You sonofa bitch!" before the receiver was slammed down hard. I hoped Clyde had a gun or knife to protect himself. I stopped the call, and took another sip of coffee. I mulled over the two calls and thought there must either be a lot of hetero guys who were into experimenting, or some really bad closet cases out there.

I pegged the first as a frustrated hetero who just needed to get his dick worshiped a little. If his wife would do it for him once a month, he would be satisfied, and she could save their marriage. Instead, he was frequenting tearooms looking for blow jobs, and calling pager numbers.

Clyde, on the other hand, sounded like he had a history of queer activity that wifey knew about, and was fed up with. Clyde would be better off pulling the plug on his straight act and opening the closet door. He and the wife would both be happier in the long run, if she didn't kill him and spend the rest of her life behind bars. I sighed, took a sip of coffee and dialed the last number.

"HI THERE, I'M NOT HOME RIGHT NOW, BUT YOUR CALL IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN MY LIFE AT THE MOMENT, SO AT THE TONE, LEAVE A MESSAGE AND NUMBER AND I'LL GET BACK TO YOU AS SOON AS I GET HOME.BEEEEEEEEP." I stopped the call, and started my engine. The motel was darkened down for the night when I pulled into the lot and parked in front of the stairs that led to the second tier of rooms. I shut off the lights, and killed the engine, stopping a golden oldie in mid warble on the radio.

In the dome light, I glanced at the list of numbers on the seat. The first one hadn't answered. "What the hell," I mumbled, and picked up the phone. This time someone was home.

"Hello this is Jeff. Who am I speaking with?" Ah, what a nice telephone voice. Jeff exuded confidence and control.

"Hi, my name is Gerry, and I'm returning a page I received earlier this evening."

"Oh, I must have dialed wrong or something. I was calling a friend." He sounded disappointed.

"What number were you trying to reach?" Maybe it wasn't a wrong number after all. Jeff read my new pager number to me.

"I hate to tell you this bud, but I was given your friend's pager just today. I've been getting pages all day for him. He was a popular guy."

"Have you answered all of them?"

"Some. They've been interesting. I even hooked up with one of the most incredible buttfuckers I've ever had the pleasure to have known."

"Yeah?" He sounded interested in me suddenly.

"Yeah. I didn't measure it but I'd estimate it was right around twelve inches and the size of my forearm."

"Oooh my," Jeff cooed. "I'd like to meet him sometime."

"Maybe I could arrange it. He's a very young guy and is just coming out. I believe I popped his cherry."

"You fucked him?"

"No, I let him fuck me with his monster dick. He'd never even had a blow job before I met him tonight."

"You lucky stiff." Jeff chuckled into the phone.

"Speaking of stiff; what's up?"

"I could use a stiff one right about now."

"Really? Would you travel for it?"

"I might. How far?" I told him the motel name and my room number. and invited him over to spend the night with me.

"I have to go to work in the morning or I would." He sounded disappointed.

"So, bring your work clothes and you can leave from here. I have to work tomorrow too, but I don't start until after nine."

"Sounds great Gerry, I'll be right over. Can I bring anything?"

"I've got condoms and plenty of lube. If you want anything to drink, you'll have to bring it with you."

"I'll bring some Scotch, is that O.K.?"

"Fine with me, I'll get a bucket of Ice. How long do you think it will take you to get here?"

"Seven or eight minutes max."

"See you then." I stopped the call, and hurried up to the room. It was a mess. The bed sheet was still damp from me drooling and cuming all over it earlier. I pulled it off, and put it into the closet out of sight. I took the top sheet, and tucked it in as a bottom, and made the bed with it's blanket and spread. I took the plastic bucket and set off down the balcony for ice. On my way back from the ice machine, a little red sports car pulled into the lot and cruised down the length of the motel slowly. It hesitated for a moment then pulled in next to my car and parked.

A tall good looking black man got out of the car. He reached into the vehicle, and brought out a travel bag, and a brown paper bag obviously wrapped around a bottle of liquor. This had to be Jeff. His voice had not a hint of his color on the phone, and I was pleasantly surprised. He looked up for the first time, and saw me.

"You must be Jeff," I said, smiling down at him from the balcony. His smile was bright and genuine. "Come on up." I stepped over to my door, and opened it for more light. Jeff bounded up the stairs two at a time, and arrived beside me not breathing any heavier than I was. The man was in good shape for the forty year old I pegged him to be.

In the room, I took his travel bag and hung it in the closet. When I turned around, he had put the bottle of Scotch on the dresser, and stepped across the room and took me in his arms. He had powerful muscles that encircled me in a bear hug. Our lips met, and we exchanged tongue for a long wet one. When it finally broke up, We both were breathing a little heavier.

"Can I fix you a drink?" He smiled his dazzling smile at me and cocked his head to one side.

"I like it on the rocks with a splash two and two high." I started unbuttoning my shirt.

"You a bartender?" He spoke over his shoulder from the bathroom where the ice and Scotch were.

"Put myself through school tending bar, but not any more." We sipped our drinks and stripped off our clothes slowly while I explained my line of work. I admired his obviously healthy gym toned body, and he didn't seem to mind mine. We both kept our shorts on while he told me he was an attorney for one of the larger firms in Phoenix with connections into a bigger Washington firm that liked to hire ex Presidents for their masthead. The environment he moved in was conservative beyond belief, and discretion was his main concern.

He had known my beeper's former owner for over a year, and they had been together a dozen or so times in that period. He told me his name was John, and that he'd been extremely versatile in his sexual appetites. He liked John for his honesty, as well as for his abilities in bed. John apparently had a tongue that wouldn't quit.

"That man could eat ass for hours."

"You like that?"

"UH HUH!" He grinned. "A talented rimmer is hard to find these days."

"Well why don't you drop your drawers and assume the position to see if my tongue will do."

"Oh honey; would you?" Jeff actually clapped his hands together. I liked this man a lot. He would be fun to know.

"I love it too, and I know what you mean about it being hard to find. I haven't had a real rim job in so long I can't remember what it feels like."

Jeff stood up and shoved his boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. I raised my butt up off the bed and slipped my briefs off, throwing them into the chair where I'd laid my clothes. He leaned over, and planted a wet sexy kiss on my mouth, then crawled onto the bed and presented his butthole to me. He was nearly hairless, with only a small patch of wiry pubic hair that decorated the area above his cock. It was so precisely placed, I wondered if he shaved it into that shape. His bunghole was clean of hair, and winked at me like a tiny pink eye. His cock was still flaccid, but looked to be of a respectable size. I guessed at six to seven inches, and was not disappointed in my estimate when he pulled a boner for me later.

I positioned myself behind him, and began to lick his sweet smelling cheeks. I spread his crack, and took a tentative swipe the length of it with my tongue. He moaned, and pushed back against my tongue. I lapped the area over his hole, and could feel him making it kiss me as my tongue passed over it again and again.

"Oh man that feels good." He arched his back and reached for his cock. I slurped his hole good, and felt it begin to open up for my tongue. I made my tongue as hard as I could, and pushed it through his relaxing sphincter.

"Oh baby," he shivered as my tongue entered his hole. I forced myself into him as far as I could reach, and twisted the end of my tongue in his nether channel. He began to pull on his dick, and I followed his lead with mine.

I tongued him for several minutes until he seemed to lose his senses. He collapsed on the bed moaning in ecstasy mumbling oh man; over and over. I couldn't stand it any more, I needed to put my dick in his butthole soon.

"I'm going to fuck you now Jeffrey," I whispered into his little curl of an ear. He just smiled without opening his eyes or moving. I rummaged in the nightstand drawer and selected a condom. The lube felt cold, so I massaged it in my fingers to warm it up before I worked it into him with a finger. He didn't move a muscle, and maintained his smile and erection while I prepared him for my entrance.

I laid down behind him with my cock sheathed in latex and lube, and made a spoon with his butt and my lap. I positioned the head of my dick at his opening, and pushed gently. I didn't want to break the spell of my rim job.

My cock slid in without obstruction or resistance. In one steady move, I slid into him all the way.

"Ooh baby you got a big ol' cock in Jeffrey." He spoke of himself in the third person, but still didn't move.

I pulled out leaving just the head of my dick lodged in his ass. I took a breath, and pushed back in to him. "Jeffrey honey, I think you've done this before." He laughed out loud and the rumble of it through his body did wonderful things to my cock.

"I admit it honey. I'm a slut. When I can't get a man, I use my friend."

"What friend is that baby?"

"My big black dildo honey. Twenty-two inches of ever lovin' rubber."

"Did you bring this monster with you?" I wondered what we could get started with something like that.

"Do a bear shit in the woods baby? It's in my travel bag. But don't you stop what your doin' honey. It feels so nice I could just melt." I fucked him for almost twenty minutes, until I was fighting to control my ejaculation, and felt I was about to lose the battle.

"Jeff, I'm going to pull out now, or I'll cum. I don't want to lose my load yet."