Chapter 3
Tucson was sweltering when I finished my day's repair jobs. I had been getting a steady stream of calls on my beeper all day long, and had carefully made note of each number in my little book. The ones that I recognized as Tucson area prefixes, I placed a check by.
I checked into my usual motel room, and showered the day's accumulated grime and sweat off my body. I shaved again, and went out to get something to eat. On the way to the Mexican restaurant where I liked the Green Chili, I made my first return call.
"Hi," the voice was very young. A child.
"Hi, is your dad home?"
"Yeah, just a minute." The kid dropped the phone and yelled for his dad. I could hear a man's voice asking the kid to find out who was calling.
"Tell him I'm returning his page from earlier today." I told the kid when he'd picked up the phone. It took a moment for the kid's dad to come to the phone.
"Hello. Who is this?" He seemed all business.
"You paged me earlier today." I checked my notes. "At 9:34 this morning."
"Oh, I remember." He took a deep breath, and his voice got quieter. Obviously he was trying to keep our conversation private.
"So what are you looking for?"
"I can't talk right now," he whispered.
"You're married?"
"Separated actually. My wife left me a month ago."
"Why are you whispering then?"
"Well, she happens to be here right at the moment picking up our son."
"Did she leave you because you like fucking around with men?"
"No. I don't think she knows about it."
"So why'd she leave you?" I pressed him, knowing it was making him uncomfortable.
"Listen, I can't really talk about it right now. Can I meet you somewhere, or you could come here later." He seemed in earnest.
"You don't know anything about me. How did you get my beeper number?"
"I...uh...copied it off a toilet wall in a bar."
"Oh yeah? What if I told you I was straight, and somebody is going around writing my number in gay toilets?" I was having a little fun at his expense.
"Are you?" He seemed puzzled.
"Straight?" I laughed. "As a three dollar bill." I heard him chuckle, and his voice relaxed a little.
"You want to come by later? I've got a pool and jacuzzi. Where are you coming from?"
"The North side."
"Oro Valley? That's where I'm at. I can give you directions. Does seven sound all right?"
"Well," I was softening. "Tell me a little about yourself. You may not be my type."
"Oh god. I'm...uh...I'm forty-seven, slight build, going soft in the middle and losing my hair on top, but pretty well covered with it everywhere else."
"What color is your body hair?"
"Gee, I'd say dark brown to black around my pubes."
"Aren't you afraid the wife will hear you describing yourself?"
"She's in the backyard now gathering my son's school books. They're about to leave. Would you feel more comfortable if I call you back after they're gone?"
"Not especially." There was a pause.
"So what's your name, and what do you like?"
"Russell. My friends call me Russ. I like just about every kind of scene. You like videos?"
"You mean porn?"
"Yeah. I've got some really hot stuff I found in Mexico."
"Oh yeah? What kind of stuff are they doing on the tapes?"
"Well, one guy sucks this donkey, and the donkey gets a huge boner,and fucks the guy in the ass. The guy has a buddy that helps put the donkey's dick in his hole, then he gets so horny watching it fuck him, that he starts fucking the donkey."
"You into fucking Animals Russ?"
"Well, I've never done it, but this tape is so hot I don't think I'd pass it up if it was offered."
"Humm..."
"What does that mean?"
"As Bogart said, it means humm. Listen, I don't judge other people's scenes; you want to fuck ducks, I consider it your business."
"So lets get together and try it out." Russell sounded a little desperate. I hoped he wasn't a fat slob that just wanted me to blow him. I decided to take a chance on him. He certainly was desperate, but he had a certain charm and besides, I suddenly wanted to see the fuck film from Mexico.
"Your place sounds nice. I could use an hour in a Jacuzzi, I do a lot of driving in my line of work, my muscles are sore and tense. Give me directions, and I'll be over after I grab a bite to eat."
"Oh, would you like to come earlier than seven and I'll throw a couple of steaks on the grill. I've got some baking potatoes and I think there's some sour cream in the Sub-Zero. Do you like grilled onions?"
"Umm, a home cooked steak sounds good. I eat in restaurants all the time. I'll take you up on the offer. Can I bring beer or something else to drink?"
"I wouldn't hear of it. I've got every kind of beer you might want, and the harder stuff as well. Just name your poison."
"Fine, so how do I find your place?" He gave me detailed directions, which I wrote on my pad. "O.K., when do you want me?"
"You can come now, they will be gone in five minutes. She's already loading little Russell's stuff in the car."
"See you soon then." I stopped the call, and pulled into a parking lot to reverse my direction. I estimated I was a good four or five miles from Russell's place. I pulled into my motel, and let myself into my room and collected my bag of condoms and lube. I have learned never to trust the other guy is going to play safe.
I pulled into his drive way a little after six. The sunset over the mountains to the west was spectacular. I didn't have to ring the doorbell, Russ was waiting for me to arrive. He greeted me at the door, wearing a bikini brief swimming suit. His body had the lithe look of a swimmer. His body fur was luxurious and soft when I ran my fingers through it and cupped a nipple. He arched his body into my hands, and I could tell this man was horny.
"Been a while since you've had sex with a man?"
"Well I don't get out much, I guess I'm still trying to decide if I'm actually gay or maybe just bi. I spend a lot of time mulling it over. Most of my sexual activity is in a park out in the desert. I go out there a couple of times a month and get and give a couple of blow jobs, but I rarely have anyone in my bed."
"What kind of work do you do?"
"Well, I'm a writer. History mostly, and I teach at the University."
"What do you teach?"
"Western History, and a fun course called Gunfighters."
"Interesting..."
"Come on in, and let me fix you something to drink. The potatoes are baking, and the Mesquite charcoal is heating. The onions won't take but a little bit, and we should be able to eat in about twenty minutes. Now, what can I get you?"
"How about a Negro Modello." I couldn't resist throwing him a curve.
"Ah. A fine Mexican beer."
"You mean you have it?" My surprise was painted on my face. This guy had class. I was beginning to like his style.
"Of course. It's one of my favorites. Make yourself at home." he said over his hairy shoulder while he disappeared into what I assumed was the kitchen. I looked around the room where he'd left me standing. It was large and airy, with lots of green plants sitting in sculpted terracotta pots. Large paintings on the wall ranged from total abstraction to scenes of the old west. The largest was of a stagecoach robbery that was taking place in the dusk. The painter had done a great job with the colors to depict the coming night. I was standing in front of the painting admiring it when Russ returned with two Negro Modello beers. They were icy cold, and the wonderful wildness of the beer's flavor tasted good to me and I took a long swallow.
"You like this painting?" Russ indicated the Stagecoach Robbery.
"I do. The artist really captured the light of that time of day."
"Yes. Well, lets go out to the patio. I have to put the steaks on soon." The walk through the kitchen was enlightening. Russ seemed to own every imaginable kitchen utensil and appliance. He waved at everything as we walked through and said; "I like to cook."
The back yard was landscaped beautifully, and the kidney shaped pool was gently lapping its edges. He flipped a light switch somewhere, and the pool came alive with aqua light. Another switch thrown, and the yard lights came up with a subdued beauty that enhanced every aspect of the landscaping as well as the Spanish style house. The man knew how to live.
"You want a suit or do you prefer nude?"
"I guess I'd like a suit if we are eating."
"Good. in the pool house over there," he waved toward the corner of the walled yard. "Help yourself. There are several styles to choose from. I'll put the steaks on while you change."
"Thanks." I sauntered to the pool house, swinging my little bag of condoms and lube. I stripped out of my clothes, and found the briefest bikini he had. The tiny piece of stretch material barely covered my equipment, and hugged it tightly outlining me nicely for his perusal. I left my bag of goodies with my clothes, and stepped out onto the pool deck. The warm stone of the deck felt good on my bare feet. I stood at the edge and looked into the lucid blue water. Russ was futzing around the grill, and I could smell the steaks and onions. My stomach growled.
"Mind if I take a dip?" I tested the water with a toe. It was the perfect temperature.
"Not at all. The food will be ready in about ten minutes."
I drained my Modello, and set the empty bottle on a small table near a lounger. Russ was eyeing my body while I pretended to adjust the tiny suit; he was grinning from ear to ear. I saluted him, gave my dick a tug through the stretch material, and dived head first into the beautiful blue water. I felt suddenly immersed in some incredibly silken mouth. Swallowed by beauty.
I swam the length of the pool under water. At the far wall, I turned and tried to make it back to my starting point beneath the surface. Three quarters of the way I had to breathe. The air that entered my lungs felt cleaner, more pristine somehow. I lapped the pool a few times with a back stroke, and then hauled myself dripping out onto the stone deck. Russ was right there with a towel, always the gentleman.
"Thanks Russ." I dried my hair, and ran my fingers through it like a comb. "There's no chlorine smell." I stayed out of motel pools because they usually put enough chlorine in them to kill the virus. It always made me feel slightly ill.
"That's right," Russ glanced away from the steaks and onions. "It's ozone oxygenated. I could keep fish in it if I wanted." He turned back to the food, and began dishing the onions onto two plates. After the steaks were sizzling on the plates, he lifted a covered area on the large grill, and used his hand to pluck two obviously hot potatoes out of a roiling smoke and placed them on the plates as well.
"Let's eat," he smiled, and led the way to a well set table with a large black candle burning as a center piece. On the deck next to the table was a small ice chest which he opened and withdrew two more Modellos.
I seated myself opposite him at the small table, and we both tore into the food. We talked about ourselves, comparing notes about when we had come out to ourselves, if not the world. What kinds of sexual activity we each found exciting and stimulating. He waxed philosophical about the differences between sex with a man and sex with a woman. He told me that ultimately, women seemed to place too high a value on their twats, and used them in such a way that there was always a trade or negotiation involved in getting a little pussy. He admitted he'd grown wary of the female gender.
"Last year, I was charged with sexual harassment by a student at the University. That's why my wife left me." I sipped my beer, and listened. "The irony is I didn't lay a hand on the little bitch that charged me. She had been coming on to me the whole semester, and I had politely informed her I was a married man, and wasn't interested in what she was offering. One day, I was in my campus office when she came in in tears. I tried to calm her down to find out what had happened, but instead of calming her, she only became more agitated. Suddenly, she stood up, and began ripping her clothes off. I tried to stop her, but her tactic was so well planned, she was naked before I could do anything about it. She burst out of my office screaming. Security arrested me and there was a kangaroo court at which I was placed on imposed sabbatical for a year. It gives her time to graduate and the rest of the campus can forget. In addition, she had her tuition returned in full, with another sixty-five thousand in hush money." He sipped his Modello and grimaced. "No one at the University would listen to me. Hell, not even my wife would listen to me. A man of my age is perceived to be so tempted by youth, that the world is ready to believe any youth above all evidence of the truth."
"I'm sorry that happened to you Russ." I put a hand on his knee to comfort his pain.
"Ah, to hell with it Gerry. I want to enjoy this evening. Good times have been hard to come by this year."
"Well, it's been my experience they have to be hard to cum at all." We both laughed, and I helped Russ clear the dishes into the kitchen sink. He got us another Modello, and after he handed me mine, he put his cold hand on the back of my neck as he stood facing me. We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment his face serious, mine puzzled. Finally, he pulled my face to his and kissed me lightly on the mouth. It only lasted a moment, but it was a sweet kiss I found myself returning.
"Are you interested in seeing the donkey flick? You won't believe you're seeing what happens. I forgot to tell you on the phone, the donkey is painted to look like a zebra."
"I'm game. You never can tell what will turn me on."
"Believe me Gerry, if you can stay soft through this film, you're a superman at control." He led the way through the house, which was now lighted with soft hidden light sources. There were only warm washes of softly pastel colored lights across the walls. We entered a curved hallway, that opened into what could only be described as a play room. We stepped down into a lushly carpeted pit, around which was a very long low sectional sofa covered in cowhide. Here and there, amid the rough leather stitching, cattle brands were visible. A large salt water fish tank curved completely behind the couch, and provided the only source of light in the room. One wall appeared to be made of glass, and suddenly the room behind began to glow with light. It was filled with exotic plants and flowers. Lush cascades of orchids of every color and size glimmered in the dark green foliage. A bird sang, and I saw a small creature flit from one perch to another its scarlet plumage looking like a flower come to life.
"Very beautiful Russ. I could get to like this place."
"Thank you. I designed it to suit my every need. Nothing in the house is without meaning to me." He waved at the fish in the tank swimming like bright jewels in their crystal liquid world. "They are more comfort to me than my wife ever could be." He sat on the edge of the couch and opened a drawer in the antique Mexican table that had been converted into a low coffee table. Its wood gleamed from centuries of human touch and as I found out later, body oils that polished the ancient wood to a skin soft surface. He withdrew a remote control. I looked around, but didn't see a television set in the room.
"Is your suit still wet?"
"Damp."
"Take it off, and put it in the bathroom over there." He indicated a wall that had an offset opening that wasn't easily visible from where we were in the room. I hesitated a moment, and he put down the remote, and with a deft movement had his skimpy suit off in a flash. "Here, put mine in there too." I took his suit, and stripped out of mine. The bathroom lights came on of their own accord when I entered. The room was a marble wonderland of mirrors and open shower heads. The toilet was hidden behind another wall, but the overall effect was one of open sensuous surfaces.
I laid the suits on the counter, and looked at myself in the mirrors. I could see all sides of my body. This room would be fun to get it on with a hot lover. Every angle was covered, including the floor, the black marble of which functioned as a dark mirror it was so highly polished.
"Some bathroom Russ." I commented when I returned to the den.
"I've always wanted to fuck somebody in there. That's why I designed it like that. My wife wasn't interested, and Its never gotten to serve its total purpose."
"Maybe we can remedy that tonight." I sat down beside him, and put my hand on his leg. He patted my leg, and pointed the remote at the dark wall opposite the couch.
"I hope so. Its been a dream of mine for so long." I thought I could hear a small motor operating in the area where he'd pointed the remote. When I looked, a large screen television had appeared.
"I set the film up before you got here. Somehow I knew you would want to see it if for no other reason than to compare your dick to the donkey's." He laughed, and punched the remote button again.
The screen brightened, and a view of Tiajuana, Mexico swam into focus. The street was The main tourist drag which I recognized from a trip I'd taken there to check out the gay scene once a few years before. The camera moved with a jerky walking motion, and I realized it was supposed to be a tourist making a video of his trip to Mexico. The camera moved down the street past the ornate Jai Lai Palace, past drugstores, leather shops and souvenir venders. Street hawkers offered everything from chewing gum to suspicious silver necklaces to the camera man. He waved them all away, his hand appearing in the lower right hand corner of the screen shooing the vendors away like chickens. The film was silent, filmed with an obviously unlimited budget.
"It gets better soon." Ross laid back on the couch, and began to rub my back and butt with his left hand.
The tourist's camera settled on a street photographer who had a donkey painted to look like a zebra, hooked up to a little two wheeled wagon. When the camera first comes upon the photographer, he is taking the pictures of two fag sailors, who are kissing each other under the huge sombreros they have bought to remember their Mexican vacation by. The photographer can't seem to keep his hands off the sailors. They keep pushing his hands away, until he whispers something in their ears. The sailors stop fighting him, and one of them pulls out his wallet and trys to negotiate a price for something. Being a silent film, one could only guess what was intended. The Mexican street photographer leaves little to the imagination when he goes into a pantomime of his donkey's dong, as long as his arm, and what the animal likes to do to young sailors.
One of the sailors almost swoons at the suggestion, and his lover slaps his face a little and hugs him until he comes around to the plan. With a ragged jump cut, we see the donkey cart with the sailors aboard being led off down a side street by the photographer. The tourist filming the incident trails along at a discrete distance, still shooing chickens away. The cart turns into a building with a garage door, and the tourist drops all pretense of being a spy, and joins the group in the barn.
They hurriedly unhitch the donkey,and the five of them troop up some wide stairs to a loft like setting where it's obvious this donkey has done this before. They have a special rack built for the donkey to stand on so he won't crush his conquest in his passion. He trots right over to it and climbs aboard. I could swear the donkey was grinning when he looked right into the lens of the video camera.
The next thing is a jump cut and all three men are nude. The Mexican sucks the two Americans for a bit until the donkey starts complaining. The camera shows him mouthing off at the cocksucking. The Mexican scoots under the donkey and starts playing with the animal's dick. The thing begins to grow like a snake coming out of a hole. The Mexican takes the end of it into his mouth and sucks on it the best he can. The donkey cock is so big, that the little man can hardly open his mouth wide enough to get even the tip inside.
The sailors are getting hornier by the second, jacking each other and kissing. Finally, they break their clinch, and the taller of the two Americans pulls the Mexican off the donkey's dick, and takes his place. His mouth is bigger, and he gets the whole head inside. The Mexican starts Jacking the donkey's dick, and applying some kind of oily lube to the monster cock. The Mexican starts pushing the American cocksucker away from the donkey dick. Finally, the sailor gets the message, he wants the donkey to cum in his butt, not in his mouth. He flips himself around, and on all fours, backs into position to receive the huge black member. The Mexican slathers the Sailor's butthole with something thick and greasy, probably lard.
The donkey is chomping at the bit so to speak, trying to shove his cock into the sailor's butt. The Mexican is grabbing the big hose, but his hands are slippery with lard, and it keeps escaping and missing the mark.
Russ put his hand on my cock, and I was surprised to find I'd gotten hard watching the film. I looked over at him, and he was sporting a boner that was slightly longer than mine, but approximately the same circumference. He jacked my cock and then slid his mouth over the head and swallowed me to the base. I glanced up at the screen, and the donkey had connected with the sailor's hole. My mouth dropped open from the sensations in my crotch, but I watched the sailor taking most of the donkey's massive dick into his body. The donkey was trying to hump the man, but was restrained by the apparatus he was standing on. The second American has been watching the scene with his mouth open as well. His cock is hard as stone in his hand, and he's squeezing his balls hard and pulling the sack down until even I can feel his pain.
Russ is getting into the blowjob, and a better cocksucker I've never met. I start thrusting into his mouth and watch the second sailor walk behind the donkey and pull his tail aside. He steps up, and without a moment of hesitation, shoves his dick into the donkey's asshole. The donkey goes wild, braying and bucking in his rack. The guy getting fucked is slammed again and again as the donkey flips his lid. The little Mexican guy is on his back below the guy getting pounded by the donkey, and manages to get the sailor's dick into his mouth. The tourist's video camera starts shaking violently, and suddenly he sits the camera down on something with the scene still centered, and then this little scrawny Mexican dude with a huge dick of his own, runs into the picture and plows his cock into the guy's ass who's fucking the donkey.
Russ has me at the edge, and I try to lift him off my dick so I don't come so soon. He resists and sucks me harder. The man getting fucked by the donkey starts coming. He pulls out of the Mexican's mouth, and blasts his load all over the little man's body. The Mexican has been flogging his cock like a maniac, and soon his juice is squirting across his own chest. Suddenly, the man in the donkey's ass starts shooting. he stiffens, and drives his cock as deep as it will go and you can actually see him pump his load into the beast. The guy in his ass pulls out, and jerks his cock over the edge. He blasts his cream into the air and tries to catch it on his tongue. He misses, and the mess splatters across his face, and into his hair. He drops his cock, and runs out of the scene and picks up the camera again. He goes in for a close-up of the donkey dick plunging into the sailor again and again. In moments, it's obvious the donkey is cuming. The tube in the sailor's butt balloons, and the sailor collapses. He falls forward, and the donkey's dick flops out of his butt. The massive head is still shooting cum. The little Mexican grabs for the giant dick and holds it like a fire hose under his armpit, and sprays the shots as they erupt from the head onto the butt of the fucked sailor. The mass of cum the donkey is shooting is not to be believed.
The mass of cum I begin to shoot into Russ' throat is not to be believed. I grab his ears, and hump my load into him shot after shot until I'm drained of every last drop of free liquid in my body. Russ leans back on his heels, and smacks his lips in appreciation of my cum flavor.
"That was some video, and the suck job you gave me was unbelievable."
"Thank you, I certainly enjoyed it; but the video isn't over."
"It's not?"
"No, they have to clean up now. I patted the couch beside me, and Russ got up off his knees, and snuggled next to me.On the screen, the Mexican holding the donkey dick is flopping it around. It is obviously going flaccid, but it doesn't seem to be shrinking any. Suddenly, he aims it at the sailor, who is still on the floor beneath the donkey, probably too fucked to move in his delirium. The donkey's cock pulses, and at first I think he's cuming again, but instead, a flood of piss at least an inch wide shoots out of the head. The Mexican wields it like a hose, washing the gobs of sticky donkey cum off the sailor. He quickly shoved the head of the pissing dick back into the sailor's cunt, and let the donkey finish pissing into the man.
The camera moved in for a close-up of the sailor's belly, and you could see his body filling with donkey piss. After the donkey finished pissing, the dick began to shrink back to a portable size. The sailor was rolling around on the floor, holding his piss filled guts.
The Mexican leads the donkey out of the rack,and we see him head down the wide stairs. The Mexican and the other sailor help the man full of piss to stand. They put him up on the rack, and bend him over slightly. His lover gets on the ground behind him, and the piss enema is released onto his friend's body.
"Ugh, that's disgusting." I caught myself before I said more.
"It gets worse, they end up eating each other's turds wrapped in taco shells."
"Yech."
"Yeah it's pretty bad." He flipped the remote in his hand, and the screen went black. The television began to sink into the floor.
"Geez, Russ. You haven't spared a dime; have you?"
"Well, actually no I haven't. My books have done well for me." He put the remote in the drawer and closed it with his foot.
"You must have spent a fortune on this place."
"I plead guilty. My books are used as textbooks in most colleges and universities in this country. That's a lot of books sold every year."
"So you don't really have to work at a job."
"No I don't. I teach er, taught, until the little bitch in heat did me in, because I like to. It kept me up on my game if you will." He picked up his beer, and took a swallow.
"I couldn't resist blowing you just now. You have such a beautiful cock. Can you get it up again soon? I'd like you to fuck me."
"Give me a little time, you cleaned my tubes good. I haven't had a blowjob that good ever that I can remember."
"I had a very good teacher."
"Oh yeah?" I sipped my beer and grinned at him.
"Oh, you want to hear the story eh?"
"I do. Maybe it will help get me up again." He grinned at me, and sipped his beer.
"When I was a kid, I never thought of myself in a sexual way. I wasn't hetero or even homosexual. I was just a kid. When I was about fourteen, my family went on a big vacation to the beach in California, and that's where I had my first sexual experience. I was on the beach by myself one morning because my sisters and parents had decided to go shopping for souvenirs of the trip. My idea of a souvenir was my sea shell collection, not some little trinket or coffee mug. I decided to head down to the beach after they left. It was early yet, and not many people were there. I swam and body surfed a little, and then just laid down on the sand to watch the waves and gulls. After awhile, I felt like I had to take a dump, so I headed up the beach to the bathhouse to use the toilet. When I got there, I went into a stall and closed the door. My trunks were wet, so I peeled them off, and sat down on the stool. There was a hole in the wall to the next stall, and when I looked through it, I could see this hand beating a huge dick. I don't think I'd ever seen an erection other than my own before then. I was fascinated. I remember I got down on my knees and watched the man beating himself off. Somehow, he became aware I was watching him. Suddenly, he stood up, and pushed his big cock through the hole and commanded me to suck it. I don't know why, but I complied. It wasn't long, with his coaxing instructions whispered through the wall, that I was rewarded with my first taste of a man's cum.
`When he finished, I was left there with a raging hardon, and he pulled up his swim trunks and left. I sat on the toilet, and started to whack my aching dick. After a moment, the door next to me opened, and another man came in and sat down. He dropped his pants, and started pulling on his cock. I decided that the protocol was to stand up, thrust my dick through the hole, and command him to suck me.
`Lo and behold, he gobbled my cock like candy, and I blew in no time. I sat down on the stool again after I came, and recovered my breath. The guy who had blown me stuck his dick through the hole and just left it there twitching invitingly. I took it into my mouth, and I think, did a better job on his cock. I was rewarded with my second shot of cum in just a few minutes. When I finished him off, he dropped a piece of paper through the hole and left. His number was on the paper. I don't think I even waited until lunch time to call him.
He invited me over to his apartment which was only a block from the beach. I was surprised when I arrived. He was old enough to be my father, in fact he reminded me of my father the way he spoke to me. He asked me if I was gay. I didn't know what he meant, having led a sheltered existence up until that morning. I asked him if he could show me what being gay meant.
`He was a little hesitant, because of my age, as I said, I was fourteen that summer, and Oscar, that was his name, was fifty-four. I coaxed him to help me understand what I was experiencing for the first time. It took all afternoon, but I finally got him to fuck me, but only after I'd fucked him four or five times.
I found out that he was on vacation as well, and that he actually lived not far from my family here in Tucson. I made him give me his telephone number and address at home. Oscar was a historian too, and taught at the university. Needless to say, I developed a deep abiding interest in the history of our country, and Oscar became my mentor with my parent's blessing. If they knew what we were really doing, my dad would have murdered him. I think I spent every spare moment with him from that summer until he died of a heart attack two years later.
`Shortly after his death, I had my first heterosexual experience. She was a neighbor woman who's husband was stationed over seas, some kind of military I think. I used to make spending money by doing yard work in the neighborhood. She always hired me to do her work, and always kept me well supplied with lemonade. One day, after I'd mowed her grass, she asked me to come in to her house to help her move a heavy piece of furniture.
`Well, she had no intention of moving furniture. She asked me if I had to use the bathroom, I did, so she followed me into the room, and proceeded to help me pee. She unzipped my jeans, and pulled my dick out with her hand and held it while I tried to pee. Needless to say it got hard as a rock. I finally told her I couldn't pee with it hard like that, so she said she would fix that. She took me into her mouth and sucked me off.
`It reminded me so much of Oscar, whom I missed terribly after his death. For one reason, My sex life went to nothing, because I hadn't a clue about how one met people who wanted to have sex. I always checked out every public restroom I could find, but in Arizona in those days, glory holes didn't exist, or I couldn't find them. I supposed if I'd been able to find just one I could get to on a regular basis, Rose wouldn't have become so important to me. I trace my confusion about my sexual preference to her first blowjob.
`The blowjob wasn't the end of it. After I came in her mouth, My dick deflated enough to pee, but having her hold it for me while I went, only excited me again. She took me to the bedroom, and proceeded to fuck my brains out. With Rose, it was strictly a cash transaction. A fuck was worth ten bucks to her, and that is what she paid; sometimes four or five times a week. I loved the money, and the attention she gave to my dick. The woman loved to fuck, and truly worshiped my cock. My affair with Rose lasted a year and a half, until her husband came home. She explained to me that our thing was over, because she would be giving her all to her husband from now on. But she would love it if I would continue to cut the grass on weekends.
`I'd socked away enough money to buy an old forty-nine flathead Ford with a hundred plus thousand miles on it, and after I fixed it up a little, my dad taught me how to drive it. I was always careful to remain in my parent's good graces, and was never what you would call a wild teenager. But what I did in my car, was probably pretty wild.
`I drove every street in Tucson, until I knew it like the back of my hand. I took notice of places where there were cars parked in the desert sometimes with lone men in them, but most often they were empty. I noticed how the men at those places always followed me with their eyes. I eventually got up the nerve to park my Ford, and explore the web of trails that zigged and zagged into the desert. I guess I was trying to replace Oscar, but of course, I never have.
`After I left my car, the first thing I saw that told me I'd discovered the right sort of place, was two men half hidden under a thick Mesquite tree. The one standing was being blown by the one on his knees. Both were at least in their forties, like Oscar, and I felt a sort of relief wash over me. I crept closer to watch, and was only a few feet away when the standing man began to shake. He grabbed his cocksucker's ears, and began to unload in his mouth. The Cocksucker went crazy bobbing on his dick. When it was over, the guy zipped up and without speaking, left for his car.
`The guy on his knees saw me, and licked his chops. It had been so long since I'd done anything but jackoff, that I took him up on his offer. He was a very good cocksucker, and I eventually used him; Jerry was his name, as a last resort. His scene was just sucking as many cocks as he could every day. He once told me his record was fifty-two in one long fifteen hour period. He's still around. He's about seventy-two or three now, and has had all his teeth pulled. He says it brings back his regulars like clockwork.
By the time I discovered that place in the desert, I had realized the danger of being a gay man in a straight world. I'd been called faggot a few times at school, and my sisters were beginning to fix me up with girls. I read the hand writing on the wall, and started dating girls. The closet seemed easier than the challenge of declaration. I made certain my female dates and I were seen in all the right places. The name calling stopped, but I was becoming more of a fag by the second. I thought of men kissing me when I kissed my girls. I didn't try to fuck them, because nice girls didn't, and I wasn't really interested. But I was getting plenty of man sex.
`I met Alfred in the desert, and he invited me back to his house. He was into asses. Al loved to play with my ass for hours on end. Mostly, he rimmed me out with his tongue, but he also liked to stick things into me."
"What kind of things?" I was listening raptly to his story. I'd heard plenty of stories before, but there was an honest searching quality to this one. Russ was a great story teller.
"Oh, vegetables, fruit, tools of every kind with the appropriately shaped handles. You name it, if it would fit, he'd stick it in me. He seldom put his dick in me, but did on occasion. He must have taken thousands of pictures over the years of objects sticking out of my asshole. He loved putting them in, but went into paroxysms of lust watching me force them out. A fart to him was better that perfume. Once, but only once, I had an accident in his bed. He had one of those very long Japanese cucumbers all the way inside me. He had his camera ready to photograph me shitting it out. I began to pass the cucumber onto his bed, and when it fell out of my ass, a hefty turd followed it onto the sheet. He went crazy with excitement. He photographed it coming out, and then on the bed from every angle until he ran out of film. Then he picked it up in his hands, and smelled it. He told me he wanted to eat it, but that if it bothered me he would save it for later after I was gone. I was shocked and disgusted by it and told him so. He was hurt, and I was ashamed of my poor judgment. I apologized, and told him I would leave so he could enjoy it in private. He was grateful to me, and has been a great friend over the years. He's never lost interest in my asshole, and every now and then I let him have his way with his fruits and veggies.
`In all the years I hung out in the desert, I never met a man who could replace Oscar as a lover. I finished my education here at the university, then went away to Germany to do my master's work. After that, I studied at Harvard for my Phd, but never finished the dissertation. My first book was published when I was thirty-two, and was a great success financially. It allowed me to begin building this house.
`Shortly after the book came out, I met my wife and we were married almost immediately. We've had a marriage of convenience for the past ten years. After our son was born, she lost interest in sex. We haven't had sex in years. Our marriage was good for my career at the university. As liberal as the faculty appears to be to the outside world, they still speak of faggots and cocksuckers in a derogatory way. I resent most of the self righteous bastards, but I venture to guess I've sucked most of their cocks without them knowing it was me."
"How did you manage that?" I drained my beer, and watched as he did the same.
"There is a men's room in the basement of the lab building that has a marvelous glory hole that I cut myself with a cordless drill a little over seven years ago. The basement is only open to faculty and selected grad students who are given keys. I've sat on that john by the hour and sucked dick after dick through that wonderful hole. So a good percentage of the faculty may put cocksuckers down in polite society, but the don't hesitate to take advantage of one's services if the opportunity arises."
"You're not afraid of being discovered and exposed?"
"Are you kidding? They scurry away when they've planted their seed like chickens running from a hawk. When I leave the toilet, I just act like I've just taken a leak and washed up. Some of them may suspect it's me, but they wouldn't say anything, I might get fired, and then what would they do for relief."
"That's some story Russ."
"Would you like another Modello?"
"No, but I would like to see what we could get going in the bathroom." His face lit up like a neon sign. He grinned broadly at me and stood up. He took my hand and pulled me up beside him and kissed me on the cheek. His hands cupped my buns, and pulled our crotches together. He was already stiff as a poker. I took his member in my left hand, and cupped his nuts with my other one.
"You going to ram that big thing up my hole Russ?"
"Oooh, you talk dirty too." He led the way to the bathroom.
"I brought some rubbers and lube," I said. "But I left them in the pool house."
"I think I have enough on hand." He opened a closet that was hidden behind a large panel of mirror, and there were several shelves of condoms, various lubricants, and a large assortment of sex toys.
"Looks like an adult shop." I whistled under my breath at the selection of pleasurable items. "How did you keep such a treasure trove in the house without your wife finding it?"
"The mirror door is invisible if you're not looking for a door, and it's locked as well." He pointed to a small hook on the door. "If you don't know it's here, you don't suspect it."
"Very convenient." I noticed the lower shelves were loaded with videos. There must have been hundreds of them. He pulled on a shelf, and the whole shelf slid out on silent rollers until it stopped at four feet. Every bit of space on it was occupied by every imaginable sex toy, and all were completely accessible. Russ selected a foil wrapped strip of five condoms, and laid them on the counter.
"What kind of lube do you like?" He laid a large black dildo on the counter next to the rubbers.
"I'm embarrassed to say it, but I prefer Cornhuskers lotion for cornholing." He laughed and put a hand on my shoulder.
"My boy, Cornhuskers is the choice of many. It may not be fancy, or have a sexy name like Wet, or Elbow Grease, but it does the job just fine. I've used it for years as a lube to jerk off with when I'm alone."
"Me too. I like the way it feels, and it's never sticky or hard to clean off." He took a half used bottle of the lotion off the shelf and set it on the counter.
"See anything you would like?" He pulled out another shelf. It was covered with soft ropes and tit clamps. In the back were several pairs of handcuffs.
"You look like you're prepared for anything."
"I am that. But you are my first and only visitor here in the house. I have always been forced to take my toys out on dates so the wife never suspected anything."
"You date a lot?"
"Not really, I'm able to make arrangements two or three times a month. Most of the guys I know are married as well. Every once in a while, I rent a motel room and get together with a friend or sometimes two." Russ pushed the shelves back into the closet and started to close the door.
"Wait a second," I said. I pulled the second shelf out again, and selected the four pairs of handcuffs.
"Ummm..." He was smiling at my selection from twenty different mirrored surfaces.
"What does that mean?" I grinned at him, and pushed the shelf home and stood aside while he closed the door.
"That means Ummm."
"I've been curious," I said. "I've never been in a bondage scene." He took my flaccid cock in his hand, and kissed me. I felt my dick flesh begin to inflate under his touch.
"I admit I've done it before, but not often. Strangers are usually too uptight to permit it. Do you want to subdue me or I you?"
"I hadn't thought that far ahead." My dick was hard again, and he pumped his hand up and down the shaft once or twice.
"Shall we wrestle to see who's the most dominate of the two?"
"Wrestle?" I wasn't a violent person, and fighting didn't appeal to me.
"Best two out of three pins?" He seemed eager to have this struggle for dominance. He had more physical size than I did, and his firm muscles indicated he spent some time each week in a gym. I didn't do gyms, being on the road all the time. I figured I was about to lose to a man at least ten years my senior. The prospect was somehow thrilling.
"O.K. How do we start?"
"Not in here, too many hard surfaces one of us could be injured accidentally and that would never do." He gathered up the condoms and lube and cuffs in his hands. He winked, and led the way back into the plushly carpeted den. My dick was getting harder by the minute.
Russ put the things in his hands on the antique coffee table. He picked up the two empty Modello bottles, and took them to a bar hidden from the room as the bathroom was by an extended wall. When he returned, I could see the possibilities of our wrestling match was doing wonders for his older cock.
He sauntered back toward me, gauging my body and muscle mass. He crouched slightly at the waist, and brought his arms up like I'd seen wrestlers do on television. I imitated his movements, totally unfamiliar with what I should be doing. He was going to whip my ass, and I was going to be handcuffed before the night was over. The prospect excited me.
Russ feinted to the left, and when I dodged right, he lunged at me with a grunt, and we were grappling with each other trying to get a grip that would prove superior over the other. He hooked a leg behind my knee, and I was suddenly on my back with a heavy weight across my chest.
"Pinned." He shouted, and I could feel his voice vibrate in my chest.
"Shit," I whined. I'll get you next time." We had both broken out in a sweat from the exertions, and probably all the Modello we'd drunk.
"Come on big boy," He bounced up on his knees, and then to his feet. He offered me a hand and lifted me to my feet with power and control. He dropped my hand and crouched again. We circled each other looking for an opportunity.
Russ leaned in to me and reached for my arm. I side stepped, and found myself within reach of his neck. I hooked my left hand behind his head, and pulled him to me. He struggled to maintain his balance, but it was clear I had him at a disadvantage. I slid my hip next to his, slippery with sweat, and pulled hard on his neck. Before I knew what was happening, Russ was on the floor beneath me and I was laying across his chest. The light went on in my head that I'd won this round.
"You're pinned," I shouted. He pinched my left butt cheek, and made smooching noises at me. We were both slimy with sweat.
"Fair and square," He said. "But I'm going to win the next one, and then your ass is mine for the night."
We separated, and circled in our now standard crouch. I thought I saw an opening in his defenses, and lunged for him. He stepped back suddenly, and used my own momentum to take me to the carpet. In a flash, he'd rolled me over, and I was pinned for the second time.
"Got cha." He grinned down at me. I could feel his stony cock poking my hip, and my own stiff dick forcing its head into his side. We both lay there breathing heavily.
"Fair and square," I huffed. He leaned closer and kissed me. His body slipped on the film of sweat between us, and I wrapped my arms around his slick torso and hugged him until his vertebra popped.
"Alright you." He was playing some role; his voice was huskier than usual. "Face down on the table." He slid off my body, and helped me onto the low table. My left hand was cuffed first, then the cuff was attached to the leg if the table. My right ankle was next, and soon he had me spread out unable to move more than an inch or two in any direction. He climbed onto the table, and straddled my butt. I felt his weight lightly compress my body. He lay full length on my sweat slicked back, and began to hump me. He licked my neck and ears, which sent shivers through my frame. His cock was sliding on a film of sweat the length of my ass crack, and I loved the sensations his movements were causing in me.
He rose up on his knees,and began licking the sweat that had accumulated on my back, slowly working his way down until he encountered the top of my ass crack. He stopped, and got off the table. I couldn't see him for a moment, until he walked around to my face. He dropped to his knees, and lifted my head by my hair, and pried my mouth open with his fingers. He rubbed two fingers inside my mouth,feeling of every part he could reach. He added a third, and then a fourth. He stroked the roof of my mouth, then turned the fingers over and fondled my tongue. My saliva was pouring out of my glands in what felt like buckets. I couldn't stop it from drooling out of my mouth around his fingers. He forced his hand further into my throat, and I began to gag. He pulled them out, but before I could catch my breath, he shoved his cock into my throat and began to fuck me hard. I was gagging immediately, and felt waves of nausea sweep through my body until I thought I'd vomit. I moaned, unable to voice my threat of hurling around his hard dick. He suddenly withdrew from me, and I gasped for air.
"Did I hurt you?" He sat on the table next to me, and massaged my shoulders. I hadn't realized how uptight I'd been until I felt the knotted muscles under his gentle hands.
"I was about to vomit," I husked out of my acid etched throat.
"I'm sorry. I got so excited I almost came. I'm back in control now. It won't happen again." He began to move down my back, loosening tense muscles like a magician. I relaxed under his gifted hands, and began to breathe normally again.
He shifted his attention to my ass globes, and spent a good ten minutes kneading and working them. My dick was harder than the wood across which it was forced again and again by his deep massage. He began spreading my cheeks apart, and running a finger or two up and down my crack. Skimming lightly over the bud of my asshole, he had me lusting to be fucked in no time. He moved around behind me and got between my legs. His hands spread me afar apart as he could, and I felt his hot breath on my rosebud. Something warm and moist found my target, and I knew he was rimming me with his tongue.
My head swam with the pleasure of his facile organ slipping and sliding across my hole, sending my body into nirvana. My eyes found the jewels swimming in the big fish tank, and lost focus until my mind was flooded with bright swatches of moving colors that were more exotic than the fish who made them possible. The man was a master ass eater. I was in his thrall.
Time seemed to disappear from the world, and I drifted aimless like a jellyfish on a sea of sensations that I hoped would never end. His tongue left a slick path of oozing saliva until I could feel it dripping and running across my balls. I was very wet from his tongue. He withdrew, and I felt a finger wiggling past my loosened sphincter, invading my body which felt suddenly defenseless. I felt myself tense slightly.
"Relax baby. I'm lubricating you." I took a deep breath and let the tension flow out of my body. A second finger joined the first. I began to enjoy the feeling.
"Have you ever been fisted?" He leaned down and licked a rivulet of sweat off my back.
"Not by any one else, but I fisted myself for the first time earlier this week so I could take a giant cock on a kid I met in Phoenix."
"Um...How big was it?" He was licking more sweat. I felt a third finger slide into me.
"I didn't have anything to measure it with, but I'd guess at least fourteen or fifteen inches."
"My god."
"That's what I said. The kid is a student, and is just trying to come out. I think I was his first experience."
"I'm sure you gave him a hot time." I felt a forth finger join the other three that were already sliding in and out of my ass.
"He came back for seconds the next night, and we had an orgy with a couple of other fellows I'd met."
"Take a breath babe, I'm going to put my fist into you now." I felt the pressure building in my ass, and started gulping air.
"Relax, relax. You're loosened up, and it shouldn't be painful." I could feel my assring dilating under his onslaught. I became drenched in sweat, and could feel my diaphragm begin to vibrate from the pressure. I took as deep a breath as possible, but it was difficult to get air into my lungs. My sphincter was being stretched beyond anything I'd experienced. The pain was minimal, but I was feeling a lot of discomfort.
I felt the knuckles on Russ' hand flex a time or two, then suddenly he was through my resistance. His wrist was followed by several inches of his hairy arm before he halted his penetration of my ass.
"God, Gerry, this feels incredible on my arm and hand." He flexed his fingers in my guts, and the sensations sent wave after wave of erotic shivers through my entire body. I could feel my eyes rolling up into my head; I'd long since lost the ability to think about what was happening to me, and gave myself over to Russ' talented hand in my gut.
"Can you feel me flutter my fingers?" He sent me into ecstasy with what felt like a large butterfly set loose inside of my body. My cock was flaccid, but I could feel the growing pool of precum oozing out of me.
"Uuuh...Umhg." I grunted to him how wonderful it felt.
"You like that huh?" I turned my head, but my eyes were still unfocused and the big fish tank was just a hazy blur in the distance. I turned to the other side, and the orchid room seemed filled with light and bright color. I could hear the limpid songs of colorful birds, but I seemed disconnected from their source, and could only appreciate them as part of my experience. I was in la la land for sure.
Sweat was pouring out of me in streams. Russ was licking up what he could reach, but gradually, a warm wet puddle formed under me on the table top. He began to withdraw is arm, and it felt like my insides were being pulled out with his hand. There was still no pain, but the pressure increased dramatically. I must have grunted or something because Russ stopped instantly.
"Does it hurt you?" The concern in his voice told me I had nothing to worry about from Russ. I could only manage a slight shake of my head indicating that he was not causing pain.
He took my head shake into consideration, and began pushing back into me. I could feel the air being forced out of my lungs again. My breathing grew shallow and I began panting. He withdrew a little again, and it seemed easier the second time. I knew what to expect.
"This has made my cock hard as rock babe. I can't decide if I want to fist you or fuck you." I moaned, and tried to twist my head to see him. "You want me to fuck you?" I moaned again, and nodded as best I could. "I want to try something I read in a book once. I've got you nice and loose now, and I think we can manage it. I've got to put a rubber on with my free hand." What was he planning to do next, Fuck me with his arm up my ass. I couldn't imagine taking both his arm and dick at the same time. I hope what he'd read in the book was not some drugged out fag's over heated imagination.
I heard him tear open a foil wrapper with his teeth. The latex snapped and made sounds as he rolled it down the length of his cock. Try as I might, I couldn't see him. I began to wish we had started this session in the mirrored bathroom. I dragged a deep breath into my lungs, and heard myself talking just lightly above a whisper.
"Russ, we've got to move this into the bathroom. I want to see what's happening."
"Oh yeah, what a good idea. I don't want to put you through being fisted again, so let me try to get you unlocked with my free hand." I could feel him stretching to reach the keys. "Got `em."
He began fumbling with the cuff on my right ankle, and after the second try, managed to unlock it. He pushed himself up over my body, and tried to reach my right wrist. He wasn't quite long enough, to reach it. With my leg free, I twisted under him, and felt his arm rotate in my ass. An erotic spasm washed over me, and precum gushed out of my cock. The move allowed me to pull my wrist a little higher, so he could reach it. He had my hand freed in a second. He handed me the key, and I released my left hand. We worked our way down the slick table, and I was able to release my left ankle.
"How are we going to do this?" I was panting with lust. His arm felt like a telephone pole covered with hair.
"Lay down on your back again so I can rotate my arm so we are face to face. I'll carry you while you hold onto my neck." I complied, and soon felt his arm turning inside my gut. I began to shiver with emotion. Precum was already soaking my pubic hair. I couldn't imagine where it was all coming from.
Russ lifted me with his free arm into a standing position. He hugged my body to his, and lifted me lightly off my feet. I threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth, thrusting my tongue into his throat. He returned the kiss for a moment, then broke away.
"I've got to get moving." He hurried across the carpet, and entered the bathroom. carefully, he selected the most favorable viewing spot on the marble counter and laid me down on the cool surface of the polished stone. He pulled his arm out of my asshole until only his hand was left inside my body. I felt the head of his cock began putting pressure on my sphincter to enter. I tried to relax more and let him into me.
"Oh honey," he gasped as his dick head slipped through the restraining muscle. "I'm inside you." I could feel the difference, but the pressure wasn't any worse than his arm had been.
"Fuck me Russ. It feels so good." He drove the rest of his raging hardon into me with one long thrust.
"Oh baby, can you feel that? I'm going to jerk off inside your ass." I felt his fist form around his thick cock meat, and he began humping me. I rolled my head to the side and watched his powerful butt muscles drive his dick harder and harder into my melting steaming asscunt. My cock began to expand rapidly, and I found myself trying to match his rhythm with my hand. In seconds I was on the verge, and I knew he must be as well. He began to breathe heavily and I joined him. My balls tightened up to the base of my cock and I moaned. It was all I could do to warn him.
My cream shot out of my dick like venom from a spitting cobra. Russ thrust into my butt, and I felt him squeeze his dick hard, and then relax his hand. His load began to boil out of him into the thin skin of the condom. I could feel the hot spot it made in the depths of my gut. I shot again, and splattered my chin. The world seemed to slow down to a crawl and a third gob erupted and splattered across my chest. He grunted and humped my ass hard. I felt his cock pulse again. He began shaking from the strain, and with and unexpected move, pulled first his cock out of me, then his hand. The difference was incredible. With his dry hand, he ripped his rubber off, and a gob of cum splattered my right nipple followed by a lesser shot that landed on my stomach. After that, there was a series of declining tremors in both our bodies, and at last, our dicks were reduced to thin dribbles of milky seminal fluid.
Russ was standing between my legs, his head thrown back, breathing hard. I could see by his reflection in the mirrored ceiling that his eyes were tightly closed. I reached up and rubbed his softly furred chest. His nipples were hard and extended. I pinched his left nipple, and he lowered his head and smiled at me. He bent, I thought to kiss me, but instead, used his tongue to lap a gob of cum off my nose. Then he kissed me.
His body felt good pressed onto mine, glued together by the mix of both our loads of cum. He held me tight, and we petted each other, kissing and stroking until the cum mess began to dry and flake in the dry air Arizona is known for.
"Shower?" He pulled me up, and had to catch me. I didn't realize how little strength I had left in my muscles. "Whoa, don't pass out on me. It was a good fuck, but was it that good?" I laughed at him, and put an arm over his shoulder for support. I could get to love this guy real easy, I found myself thinking. I liked sex with men a lot, and heaven knew I did it at every opportunity. But this session had been the most satisfying sexual experience of my life to this point. I wondered what Russ was thinking, but let it ride. I had to be dumb to think about love on a first date.
The shower was the most remarkable part of the bathroom. It was a large open area with a drain built into the slightly sloping marble floor. The only difference between the polished area of the floor and the shower area was the tiles were not polished to a shine in the shower. They felt like walking on skin through the soles of my feet. The nozzles were bright brass, and were set several at a time into the walls at different heights and angles. The spray, which came on automatically when we entered the area was exactly the right temperature. It felt like a warm beating rain.
Russ shifted a panel in the wall, and handed me a plastic bottle of body soap. He withdrew a large luffa, and told me to squeeze the soap into the fibers of the gourd. He began scrubbing my back, while I worked on my front with my hands.
After I was scrubbed, I took the gourd from Russ, and proceeded to scrub his hairy body clean of all evidence of our love making. As the shower continued, I came to realize, that our secession had not been just sex, but was something more. I was experiencing emotions I had never felt before. I dropped the gourd on the floor of the shower, and took Russ in my arms. I looked deep into his eyes, and he into mine. Neither of us wanted to speak, so we kissed. When we broke for air, he was grinning at me. He waved his hand at a black oval in the mirrored wall,and the shower changed in intensity. The water began to cool slightly, and the force of it began to increase.
"Let it cool you down and give you a water massage." He raised his arms over his head, and crossed them. His eyes were closed, and he began to slowly rotate under the forceful jets. I watched him, and found myself admiring his strong masculine frame. He opened his eyes, and smiled at me, and I began to imitate his movements as the shower turned cool, but not cold.
Dried and tired, we retired to his bedroom which was equally well thought through. Not an object that didn't offer some kind of pleasure to the senses was present. I picked up a magnificent fossil of some ancient sea creature that was curled into a tight ball, every detail intact. I looked at him for explanation.
"Trilobite, about three hundred million years old. I like the perspective it gives me." I nodded and replaced the stone in its spot. Russ turned back the bed, and lay down on a mound of pillows. He patted the place beside him. "Can you stay the night? I hate sleeping alone." I smiled, and crawled in beside him.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"Yes," I said. "A Scotch on the rocks."
"A good choice for a night cap. Do you like the late news?"
"Um hum." I stroked his arm were it lay beside me. He handed me a remote and pointed to a black wall opposite the end of the bed. "I'll be right back." He left for the bar in the den, and I pointed the remote at the wall. A large square of image blinked on, but I couldn't see the set that produced it. The wall appeared to be made entirely of dark smoked glass.
I surfed until I found a station that was promising to show Dark Victory after messages from sponsors. I laid the remote on the bed, and knew nothing but sweet dreams until the morning sun awakened me. Russ had fallen asleep next to me, his arm gently curving around my chest and his hard dick nestled in my crack. I could get used to this guy very easily. The watery drinks that had gone untouched the night before were sitting in pools of liquid, and the sun made them glitter with radiance. From the den, I could hear the bright little birds singing. I smiled, and humped my crack against his morning bone.