Chapter 4
Russ wanted me to stay with him, but I'm a working man, and my repair route beckoned. I had two small jobs scheduled in Tucson, but there was a big problem at the open pit copper mine in Bisbee. I finished the piddly problems in Tucson by noon, and grabbed a bite of fast food and headed East on 10. My Beeper was full of calls, and I recorded those that were feasible for my area and cleared the gadget. I used my cellular to check in with my main office in California, and then punched in the number for Russell.
His machine picked up on the second ring. At the tone, I left a message: "Hey Russ, I really had a great time with you last night. I hope we get to do it again soon. I'd like very much to get to know you better. Who knows what might develop in time. You have my beeper number, so please don't lose it pal. I could get used to you playing with my ass. Take care." I stopped the call, and drove.
The pleasant vibration in my groin reported a call on my beeper. I removed it and glanced at the number. It was a Bisbee exchange, so I punched it into the phone and hit send.
"Hello?" The voice was deep and masculine and vaguely familiar.
"Yeah, I'm returning a beeper message."
"John?" The voice sounded wary.
"Not John, but it's all right. I know about the ads and notes on walls." The phone went dead. I waited a minute, then hit redial. As soon as he picked up, I spoke.
"Look, there's nothing to worry about. I'm probably as much or more interested in what you have to say as John was." There was a long pause while he thought about what I'd said.
"What happened to John?" I liked his deep voice.
"To tell the truth, I don't know. I just got his beeper from the service. Apparently he turned it in for some reason."
"I can't believe he'd do a thing like that."
"You know him well?"
"Well enough. We got together now and then."
"Oh yeah? What's your scene?"
"Not over the phone. What are you like?"
I described myself as best I could. I always find it difficult to describe myself over the phone.
"You sound interesting. Will you be in town tonight?"
"You mean Bisbee?"
"I do."
"Yeah, I've got a job to do at the mine headquarters, but they shut down by five, then I'm free for the evening."
"Would you like to meet me for dinner? I'll buy."
"Sure. But it's not necessary for you to buy. Where would you like to meet?" I knew I had met this man before, but I still couldn't place the voice. He gave me directions to a private dining club that I'd heard of on previous trips, but had never visited because I wasn't a member.
Bisbee, struck me as a slow town, not much happening except drinking and wife trading. There were no signs at all of a gay presence in the town. When I parked my car at the headquarters building, it was about ten after three. The receptionist knew me from previous problems I'd solved, and took me right into the computer room.
I did an assessment by talking to the jocks and nerds and then poked around in the machine a little. My mind wasn't really on the work, and I found myself daydreaming about Russell, and occasionally wracking my brain for the identity of the voice I was meeting for dinner. By a quarter to five, people were getting restless to go for the day, so I wrapped up what I was working on. I told the supervisor I'd be back the next morning to finish the job.
As I left the building, I saw a silver Mercedes pull out of the parking lot. I got behind the wheel of my car, and cranked it up. The air conditioner was welcome, and gradually cooled the interior while I recorded numbers off my beeper. It had been buzzing in my groin all during the job. Out of twenty-three messages, only seven were local to Bisbee. I pulled out and headed for my motel and a shower.
Driving, I punched the first number in and sent it into the ether. The third ring was picked up by a man.
"Yeah?" He sounded big. A miner maybe. Muscles were dripping out of his voice.
"You beeped me at about three thirty today."
"Yeah!" He sounded pleased I'd called back.
"How did you get my number?"
"A friend asked me to call. He gave it to me."
"Oh? You and your friend have something in mind?"
"Oh yeah buddy. We want to do you bowlegged front and back."
"Sounds interesting, but I've got a date for dinner tonight."
"Oh." His disappointment was evident.
"Look, will you be at this number so I can call if my dinner date doesn't work out?"
"Oh yeah! I hope the cocksucker chokes on his steak." I stopped the call, and punched in the next number. A woman answered, and I started to hang up but decided not to for some reason.
"I'm returning a beeper call from earlier in the day, maybe from your husband, or boy friend."
"No, I called you. Is this John?" I was puzzled.
"Not exactly, but I have John's beeper now."
"I see." There was a pause. I could almost hear her thinking.
"Well, do you know what John used his beeper for?" I could feel her anxiety.
"Of course I do. I get maybe thirty or forty calls a day. How could I not know."
"Good. It makes it easier to talk to you. Are you gay too?"
"Yes."
"Oh good. I've got a problem..." I interrupted her.
"Where did you get my number?"
"Oh honey, I've had this number a long time. I think I got it off the wall in the men's toilet out at the rest stop on the highway."
"So why would a woman go into a men's room to copy down a faggot's calling card?"
"Now don't get nasty honey. John and I have had many good times over the years. If he's gone, I'll miss him sorely unless you can take over where he left off."
"And just where would that be sweety?"
"Oh honey, I just love to suck cock, and sit on em till they shoot in my ass. I don't know why I do but I do. I can't get none of these ol' cowboys and miners to do me right. They all think it's nasty."
"You don't like to get fucked in the pussy?"
"Oh, that's all right once in a while, but it don't feel as good as a big ol' dick up my butt. What say you and me get together for a little ass fucking baby."
"You sure you can take my eight inches?"
"Oh lord, that sounds nice. Are you cut or whole?"
"Cut."
"Well, you can't have everything."
"You like uncut cocks?"
"I do love a good mouthful of head cheese. Are you into water sports hon?" She was so matter of fact the way she said it, I laughed.
"You like piss too?"
"Oh yes baby. Sometimes after I get off on a cock, I like to let it get soft, and then let the guy just fill me up like a hot water bottle. I haven't done that for a spell, cause these ol' boys think that's bout as dirty as you can get."
"Well...By the way, what's your name hon?" I found myself picking up her speech mannerisms.
"Doris baby. What's yours?"
"Well Doris baby, I'm Gerry. I'm sorry to say I'm spoken for in the early evening for dinner, but maybe I can arrange a party at my motel later. You mind more than one dick being present?"
"Not at all. I'll be sittin' by the phone watching television. Where you stayin?" I told her, just as I was pulling into the parking lot.
I checked in and carried my bag up to my room, second floor rear away from street noise. Bisbee sometimes had truck traffic on the road all night. The shower felt good, and I laid on the bed for a few minutes while the air conditioner dried my skin. I closed my eyes, and drifted off for a short nap.
Russell woke me up, cramming his fist into my asshole. The sensation was so real, my cock was hard, and oozing precum. I used my thumb to wipe it off, and licked it clean with my tongue. I'd always liked the taste of my own cock juices. Before my first experience with a man, I'd jerked off constantly it seemed like, and ate every load my nuts produced. My mind drifted back over my past, and I half dreamed and mused over my first sexual encounter with a man.
He'd been a neighbor that lived in the house behind ours. The houses were separated by an alley and a high wooden fence around his back yard. I'd been playing in the alley, whacking a can with a stick or something, when I noticed a knothole in his fence had fallen out of a board. I could hear a radio playing behind the fence, and knew Mr. Thompson must be home. He was not a married man, and my parents as well as every other kid's parents had warned us to keep our distance from him. Well, Mr. Thompson never spoke to us kids, at all, so there was never a reason to worry about him.
I must have been fifteen or sixteen the year I looked through that knothole. What I saw changed my life. There was Mr. Thompson stark naked, laying on a deck lounger, brown as a berry all over, playing with himself just like I did. I watched him slowly pulling on his big cock, bringing himself close several times but always backing down before he shot his load. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and my dick got hard as a rock in my jeans. I was squeezing myself through the material of my pants, and turned on beyond anything I'd been able to do for myself.
Mr. Thompson started humping his cock into his hand and breathing hard. When his dick head erupted, he caught every drop of his cum in his free hand, and when his nuts were empty, he slowly licked his hand clean. I could almost taste his cum in my mouth, and shortly after that, I had a mess in my underpants I was going to have to explain to my mother. I had to get to know Mr. Thompson better.
That same night, I climbed out of my window after my parents were asleep, and was soon over Mr. Thompson's high fence. The light was on in his back room, and I edged up to the window and peeked in. Mr. Thompson was laying on his couch wearing a robe while he watched television. He must have been watching a video, because what was on the screen of his TV was no show I'd ever seen. At first I couldn't make out what was happening, Oh, I could see the guys were naked, but the shadows were hiding what they were actually up to. I noticed Mr. Thompson was feeling of himself under his robe.
The guys on the screen changed positions, and I could clearly see the big blond one stuffing his hard cock into the mouth of the little dark headed guy. I hauled out my pecker, and started pulling for all I was worth. Pretty soon, the guys changed positions again, and the big blond stuck his dick in the ass of the little guy. My butt contracted. Wow, that must hurt, I thought. I watched, getting more and more excited and closer to cuming until I suddenly lost my balance, and accidentally rapped on Mr. Thompson's window trying to prevent myself from falling.
Mr. Thompson shot off the couch, and was out the back door with a baseball bat faster than I could collect myself and put my still hard dick away. His dick was poking through his robe as well, and when he saw it was me, and what I'd been doing, he began to stroke his cock again. I watched him for a minute, then started stroking mine. He nodded to me, and we went inside, and he closed the door.
He never spoke to me that first time, we just jacked each other, and when I started to spurt, he put his mouth over the head of my dick, and lapped my cream like a kitten. When he came finally, I dived onto his dick, and choked myself on his cum. I couldn't explain it in a thousand years of trying, but at that instant, I knew for certain I was a cocksucker.
We got together many times always late at night at his place. We eventually did everything they had been doing in the video and more. He was not much of a talker, but he was always kind and gentle. He loved to suck me hard, and then let me plug his butt until I blasted away inside him. Those were the days before the desease, we never thought of wearing condoms.
My senior year, he asked me to meet him one night downtown. I told my parents I was going to a double feature movie, it was summertime, and the night was pleasant. He picked me up in his car, and we drove to a place I knew about, but realized after going there with him I didn't know anything at all. It was an abandoned warehouse that had been used to ship fruit and vegetables from years before. The newer warehouse that had replaced it was closer to the new interstate that went South of town. Trucker's liked it becaause they didn't have to negotiate the narrow streets of our town to pick up their freight. The old place, was by the now dead railroad spur line behind main street.
We pulled into the parking lot and I noticed several cars already there. A few I recognized as belonging to families who's sons I knew of, or could call friends. Mr. Thompson only said one thing to me, and that was no matter who or what I saw that night, I was not to tell a soul.
It was dark inside the huge empty room. The boys in town had used this abandoned building as a play area for years, so I knew it's nooks and crannies well. Mr. Thompson whispered that we should split up, and just go with the flow and enjoy ourselves for the night. We would meet at his car about ten thirty, and he would take me home. I didn't know what to expect.
The smell of cigarette smoke was every where in the room when we entered. It was nearly pitch black except for the glow of cigarettes spread out here and there in the darkness. Gradually, my eyes adjusted to the dim light coming through broken windows and holes in the roof high over head. I could make out drifting shapes of men in the dark, and decided to drift within reach to see what would happen.
The first man I encountered groped my cock and balls with his rough hands. I thought he was Mr. Saperstein, the mechanic at the service station out on first street. He turned me around and rubbed his boner against my ass while he played with my cock and balls through my clothes. He started humping me like he wanted to fuck me, and pretty soon he was breathing hard. He grunted, and his body got stiff and I think he was cumming in his pants. I reached back and felt his cock, and his pants had a big wet spot. He let me go, and I continued on my odyssey through the dark.
In a dark corner, where I knew somebody had dragged an old mattress, I could make out several bodies working and grunting. Lots of smacking and sucking sounds. I stepped closer to see, and somebody struck a match. There was Mr. Everly, my math teacher. He was on all fours, and Mr. Fells, the hardware store guy was fucking him hard. Some guy I couldn't identify was laying under Mr. Everly sucking his cock. Then there was Mr. Landers, from my neighborhood, who was fucking Mr. Everly's mouth with one of the largest dicks I'd ever seen. I couldn't resist feeling of it, and when the match went out, I stepped over to him, and put my hands around that giant cock. I could feel it sliding in its skin through my grip, and into Mr. Everly's mouth.
Mr. Thompson joined the group, and had lost his clothes somewhere. The guy with the matches was keeping the scene lighted, and I watched Mr. Thompson step up behind Mr. Landers, and slide his big dick into his asshole. Poor Mr. Landers didn't last long after that. He started whimpering like a kid, and suddenly Mr. Everly went nuts, sucking Mr. Lander's big dick hard as he swallowed his heavy load. Mr. Landers pulled out of Mr. Everly, and bent double and let Mr. Thompson fuck his ass good.
The match went out again, and in the darkness, somebody else started to moan and groan. Somebody told somebody else to take his load deep. Somebody else started sucking fast and hard, moaning while his tonsils got flooded out with cream. I was so horny seeing and listening to all the sex, I had to get naked.
I sat on the edge of the mattress, and peeled out of my clothes. I bundled them up and put them in a corner where I could find them later. I kept my sneakers on because of the broken glass on the floor, and went marching into the dark with the hardest boner I'd ever achieved. It wasn't long before it got lodged in somebody's throat and milked dry of its first load of jizz. I think the guy that did it was Mr. Decker, who taught shop at the high school.
Not long after that, Mr. Sharpe, the crossing guard got me to stick my thing in his butthole. I couldn't cum again so soon, but I fucked him for twenty minutes, while he heaved and grunted and whinnied while I porked him good. He finally shot what he said was his fourth load of dick snot all over himself. Another man I didn't know bent down and licked Mr. Sharp's belly clean. I kept traveling through the dark, and got myself sucked again by someone I didn't know, and then got caught by Mr. Everly on the mattress again and fucked for what seemed like an hour until I finally came in his hand so he could lick it up. After that, I was too tired to get involved anymore. So I just walked around watching the scenes while I waited for Mr. Thompson to get his fill of cocks and assholes so he could take me home.
That summer, I guess I made a slut of myself in a big way. I don't think a night went by I didn't spend some time in the warehouse. I came to believe that at least half the men in our little town and at least three other nearby bergs were visiting the warehouse on a regular basis. Before that summer was over, I had collected the taste of what was probably seven or eight hundred dicks. I lost count of the number of times I was fucked but it was well passed three hundred. I fucked more guys than fucked me, and eventually, all that sex just became a blur.
My buzzing beeper brought me out of my reverie. I picked it up off the nightstand, and read the number. I remembered it from earlier. I picked up the phone and dialed. The same deep masculine voice I'd thought I known answered.
"Hi." I still couldn't place him.
"Hello. I'm on my way to the club now. I'm a little early, but maybe you'ld care to have a drink or two before we eat." His voice had a sexiness that made my dick stand up and take notice.
"Well, I've got to dress, but I should be there in a a half hour."
"Great. I'll see you then."
"You know, I don't know how to recognize you, or what your name is."
"Oh geez. I have to be so cautious in Bisbee, I just naturally am not free with information."
"Well I'll be wearing a black silk t-shirt and blue jeans with boots."
"You'll fit right in with these cowpokes and ranchers around here. I'll be wearing a suit and a white stetson."
"Good, I wouldn't want to make things uncomfortable for you."
"I usually save this stuff for my weekends in Tucson, or Nogales. But I'm so horny tonight I could screw a broad."
"Humm." I couldn't help but put two and two together. Doris would love me for it, and my mystery man might have a local screw that wouldn't raise eyebrows the wrong way.
"What does that mean?"
"It means humm.I just had an idea that you just might like to try after dinner."
"Is it sexy?"
"I think it is, but you might be shocked."
"Look, I may be in a closet deeper than that fucking mine pit, but I might just surprise you with what I know."
"I'm sure you will, but maybe, just maybe you're in for a treat you've never had before."
"Will it hurt?"
"I don't think so."
"Good, I can't have any marks put on my body. My job you know..."
"Say no more. I'll be there shortly." I hung up and dressed quickly.
The drive to the dining club took less time than I thought it would, and when I arrived, the same silver gray Mercedes I saw at the mine is just pulling to a stop in the gravel parking lot. I got out, and walked toward the entrance hoping my date is already there.
"Say." I turn at the sound. The voice was the same. The recognition is instant. He doffs his white cowboy hat and smiles. I'm having dinner with the President of the mining company. What is his name? I've seen it, but only met him once when I was making a repair to his secretary's computer. What was it? I wrack my brain and come up with Hal something.
He walks up to me grinning. "Black silk t-shirt, jeans over boots. Hal Marsh," he said, extending his hand in a warm shake.
"Gerry, Hal. I believe we've met before."
"Humm, I don't think so Gerry. I'd remember a hunk like you."
"Well, don't be alarmed Hal, but I know who you are. I fix the computers at your offices." He turned cautious, and glanced hurriedly around the parking lot. Maybe looking for escape options. "There's nothing to worry about. You're safe with me."
"I don't think I can do this Gerry."
"Sure you can Hal. You're hungry, I'm hungry. I assume you are a member here." I jerked a thumb at the door of the restaurant. "We're just two old friends having a meal together. There doesn't have to be a thing said to arouse the slightest suspicion about our real purpose for getting together."
"It makes me nervous as a cat. I know these bastards here. If they even had a thought I was different they would hang me out to dry."
"Are you married?"
"Divorced six years ago."
"Don't they wonder why you haven't remarried?"
"I suppose they do, but I look like a workaholic to them. John, was my only outlet around here, and I figured he was safe because he was from out of town, and nobody else knew him."
"Well, that's not exactly true."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's go eat," I said. "And I'll tell you a story. Don't worry, I'll keep it clean so rancher Dan and his wife can eavesdrop and not get a hint."
"All right, I hope you like steak, it's about all they do in here."
"I'll manage."
We had a Scotch each at the bar, and I told him about inheriting the beeper and how much fun it had been so far. I asked him to tell me a little about John, since I'd come to respect his prodigious appetites judging from the number of calls I was receiving.
Hal explained that he didn't really know much about John, only that he had won the lottery a few years ago, and had bought himself a big expensive RV rig, and had decided to indulge himself for the rest of his life. He had traveled a route that kept him moving from place to place, and state to state. He stopped everywhere and wrote the beeper number on walls, and swore he returned every call he ever got.
I whistled when I heard that. "I must be letting a bunch of his old beeper buddies down," I said. "I only call about two or three a day, and don't even see all of them." We took our drinks with us to the table when the waitress came and got us.
The steak was scrumptious, and the baked potato was like a piece of manna. We weren't even offered salad or steak sauce. We didn't talk much while we ate. The food deserved all our attention. When we finished, Hal ordered a Cognac for each of us, and offered me one of his cigars. I don't smoke, and when I refused it, he put his away too.
"I don't mind if you smoke," I said.
"If you don't smoke, you don't smoke. There's no way you can sit next to a cigar smoker and not smoke." We finished our drinks, and he waved at the waitress. She stopped what she was doing and came right over. It was obvious she knew who he was.
"Louise honey, you tell Chef Barkley, he's actually out done himself. The steak I had was better than ever." Then to me: "How was your's Gerry?"
"Perfect."
"Now Louise, when you do up the bill, I want you to put a twenty on it for your tip, and a twenty on it for Dick in the bar. You hear me?"
"Thanks Hal." She bent over and kissed him on the cheek. "When are you and me going to get together?"
"Maybe someday honey. I just might surprise you."
"Well if you asked me out on a date I'd surely be surprised, the way you work yourself."
"Somebody's got to do it, or it won't get done."
"Lord ain't that the truth."
"Give my regards to that no account husband of yours and tell him he better watch out I don't run off with you someday." They both cackled at that, and Hal pushed back his chair and stood. I followed his lead, and after he'd pecked Louise on the cheek, we left the club.
"Keeps `em wondering," he said,walking toward his car. "You follow me now and keep close. I don't want to lose you." He smiled and climbed into his Mercedes. I got into my car, and was soon on his tail two car lengths back.
We drove out of town for a little over three miles, and turned off the blacktop onto a dusty dirt road. My lights didn't reveal much but billowing clouds of dust kicked up by Hal's wheels. He came to a stop in front of me and I slowed to a stop a foot from his bumper. The dust settled quickly, and I turned off my lights and got out into a star filled sky. The light pollution of the cities I usually stayed in did a wonderful job of hiding the magnificent Arizona sky at night. I swear you could see billions of stars that seemed to come all the way down to the horizon.
"How beautiful." I was enthralled with the sky.
"Yeah, that's why I built out here." He waved his arm in a circle pointing to the horizon. "I bought all this land for five miles around so it will never be built on by others." He led me toward the house, using a small pen light to light the way. When he opened the door and flipped a light switch, I was suddenly blinded. As the room slowly came back into view as my eyes adjusted, I was surprised by what I saw.
I don't know what I expected, but the house that Hal had built was small and cozy. It was well laid out, but probably wasn't more than seven hundred square feet. Everything was in the one room. Kitchen, living room and bed. It was immaculate, and well decorated with photographs of animals hanging everywhere in the room.
"I like your house Hal. I kind of expected something larger though given your position with the mining company." He took off his hat and threw it onto the bed.
"I made a decision when I first saw that ungodly big hole of a mine, that I would take the money they paid me and do what I could to protect the rest of the land down here. I believe in living small on the planet."
"I can understand that. It is a god awful deep hole." He walked to the kitchen area and looked over his shoulder at me.
"Fix you a drink?"
"Yeah, a Scotch on the rocks if you have it." He joined me on a small couch that was covered with a large Navajo blanket. I took the drink he offered me, and took a sip. Good stuff. He loosened his tie, and set his glass on the hardwood floor while he removed the conservative strip of cloth.
"I hate ties." He threw it across the room where it landed like a dull snake next to his hat.
"I had an idea when you talked to me on the phone this evening." I sipped.
"Yes, I remember. Hummm means hummm." He chuckled.
"To be blunt Hal; what kind of scene are you into?"
"Gee, you are blunt."
"I don't mean to embarrass you, but something you said rang a bell in my head about another call I got on my beeper today."
"What did I say?" He rattled the ice in his glass.
"You said you were so horny you could fuck a broad."
"Huh...Yeah I guess I did. But I've got you to fuck now don't I?"
"Any way you want it," I smiled at him. "So, is that what you like? Fucking?"
"Well I get into a few other things now and then." He was being coy.
"Like what?" I poked him in the ribs.
"I love to have my cock sucked. I could let a good cocksucker hang on my rod for hours."
"What else?"
"Well, I like to suck a cock now and then myself. I get into water sports a little bit. I guess I'm not afraid to try just about anything once, as long as it doesn't hurt too much or leave marks on my body. I think I told you about that."
"You did."
"Why? What do you have in mind?"
"Well, the other caller earlier, was just as horny as you say you are, and doesn't have a sexual outlet anymore since John is no longer driving his route. There is one big difference between you and the other caller."
"What difference?"
"Her name is Doris."
"What?"
"She's really into cocksucking and butt fucking, but was complaining that none of these ol' cowboys as she put it, would do what she wanted. They seem to think it's too nasty."
"No kidding?"
"Not a bit. I was thinking we might invite her up and you could get what you wanted, make a new local friend that people wouldn't talk about, and I might get to sample a real female pussy which I've never done before." He stared at me for a long minute.
"Sheeit," he finally said. "Why the hell not."
"We could go back to my motel if you're uncomfortable having her come here." He thought about it for a moment then shook his head.
"No, I just can't take the chance of being seen in that place."
"Fine. I'll call her and explain the situation, and you can give her directions." He sipped Scotch. The phone was in the kitchen area. Doris picked up on the first ring.
"Doris hon, it's me. John's beeper's new owner."
"Yeah? Are you comin' over?"
"Not exactly, but I have an idea that might help you out, and help out another friend in need here in Bisbee."
"What have you got in mind?" She sounded grateful I'd called her at all.
"Let me put him on so you can get to know each other a little bit. He's a little shy about meeting people around here. His name's Hal." I handed him the phone, and went back to the couch.
"Hello Doris. I hope you don't think this is too weird."
I couldn't hear what Doris was saying, but it wasn't long before Hal started to throw a boner as he listened to her talk. He was squeezing his dick through the cloth of his pants, and he was beginning to flush a little.
"You sound so fucking hot honey, I might get interested in women again. Listen, you have something to write on? Here's how you get to my place." He gave her the directions, and then started laughing. "That's right honey. I didn't realize the place was so famous. All right sugar, we'll see you in a few minutes." He dropped the receiver back into its cradle and turned toward me.
"She sounds like a hoot. Made my dick stand right up and take notice."
"Well bring it over here and let me see it." He started peeling off clothes as he came toward me. His jacket in the kitchen area, his shirt in the middle of the room, and his shoes on the floor by the couch. I helped him unbuckle his western style belt, and squeezed his dick and then dropped his pants around his ankles. He was wearing a pair of pink women's panties, which his big hairy cock had stretched all out of shape. I dropped to my knees in front of him, and began sucking his strong eight inches through the silk material. My cock shot to attention in an instant, and without stopping what I was doing I began to strip.
Hal was moaning, and humping my face with his silk covered cock. I worked the head of the monster above the waist of the panties, and started licking it where it nestled in a heavy patch of undergrowth. He was oozing precum, and the taste was sweet on my tongue. I worked my mouth down over the head, and pulled the whole shaft from under the silk and swallowed as much of him as I could. He grabbed my head, with both hands over my ears, and began fucking my throat. It wasn't long before he was breathing heavy and his balls had pulled up tight to his dick. I wondered if he wanted to hold off so the night would last a little longer, but he answered my question by stiffening up, and filling my mouth with his steamy cream. I swallowed hard and fast as he blew shot after shot down my gullet.
"Whew!" he whistled, breathing hard after he pulled his dick out of my mouth. He stroked himself a few times, and I could see he hadn't softened a bit. "I like to get rid of my first load fast. My dick won't go down on me until the third or sometimes the fourth load. Man, you got a hot mouth, but how's that butthole? Tight and sexy I'll bet."
He pushed me down on the couch with my knees still on the floor and my butt in the air. He wasted no time getting behind me and started to massage my buns. He spread my crack wide open, and slathered my hole with his tongue. My pucker loved the attention his soft wet tongue was paying my most private part. He was slurping away, and I was in a delirium of pleasure when we heard a car drive up.
I think he had a moment of panic, because he jumped up and ran to his bathroom. I grinned, when he returned wearing a white terry robe. I looked at myself, naked with a raging hardon, and at him in a robe.
"Doris is going to think I'm in this thing alone." He laughed at me, and turned back to the bath room. Doris knocked on the door with a hefty set of knuckles. This gal was no shrinking violet. I opened the door and looked out into the darkness. I could see her car dimly in the light, but no Doris. I stepped out onto the flagstone porch, and looked to the left, then to the right. Doris leaped out of the dark, naked as me, and wrapped herself around my body. I shuddered with fear at first, and then with the wonderful sensation of her tongue deep in my ear.
"Doris...Doris..." She had a strangle hold on my dick, and was pumping me hard. "Doris honey, lets at least go inside." She broke her hold on me, and dragged me by the arm into the house. She left the door standing open and threw me down on the couch. She didn't even acknowledge Hal, who was busy hanging his clothes in his closet.
Doris had my cock down her throat grunting like a pig. I think she had me all the way to the bottom, and was using her tongue on my balls. I was stiff as a board under her magic mouth. She stuck a finger into her twat, and collected a coating of cooze ooze, and rammed it up my butt to the knuckle which was at least four inches. That caused me to ram my cock hard into her throat. She pulled off for a breath, and grinned at me.
"Ooh yeah baby, that's the way I like it. Hard and deep. And you big boy," she finally acknowledged Hal for the first time. "I'm all greased up and ready for your dick in my ass. You got any rubbers? If you don't, there's bag full outside on the porch." With that, she swallowed me again and I let out a howl and rammed my boner deep.
Hal suited up his hammer, and stuffed her back cunt hard. She moaned, and then got back to gobbling my cock. Hal stroked her for a solid half hour, slowing down, and sometimes stopping all together so he wouldn't cum. I had to restrain her mouth on my cock a time or two to prevent blowing the back of her head off with my load. If chicks had been this eager when I was deciding my preference, I might not have turned out gay. I reached down and began massaging her two large tit mounds. It felt strange to me since the last woman's tits I'd touched, had been my mother's when I was suckling breast milk. The more I massaged, the more she moaned.
I watched Hal working over her butt with his dick the size of a small night stick, and wondered what it would feel like to be in the other hole with him in her butt. I pulled her up off my swollen cock, and stopped her squawk of protest with a deep tongue kiss. When we broke for air, I made my suggestion.
It took a while to work it out, but we finally managed with Hal on his back on the bed. He'd never taken his cock out of her while they got into position. Doris sat pinned on his bone, and spread her legs wide, I pulled a condom over my raw red dick, and climbed on the bed between her legs. Hal was already humping his massive tool in and out of her asstwat, and her cunt was oozing a steady stream of slop to keep him and herself well lubricated. I watched this action for a while, until she reached for my ears and dragged my face into her sloppy twat.
"Get that tongue going buster." This girl didn't hesitate when she knew what she wanted. I slipped my tongue into new territory. The ooze did not taste much different than precum, there was just a lot more of it. I lapped and licked feeling my face becoming slick and slimy from her juices.
"Suck up around the top part you little cocksucker. Feel that little nubbin with your tongue? OHGODYES! THAT'S IT MOTHERFUCKER SUCK MY TWAT NNNNNNGGMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
Having never experienced it before, I had to guess she was cuming. I didn't know what to expect, a giant wad of jisom? More juice than I could swallow? My god, I was already about to drowned in what ever women called this flood of scum. She humped my mouth with her twat until my lips were bruised and raw. Suddenly, she grabbed my ears, and I was jerked painfully to her mouth and she nearly smothered me with her mouth. I hadn't had a clear breath for so long I was afraid I was going to pass out.
She broke the kiss, and left me gasping on her tits. She hugged me tight, and I could see out of one eye her nipple was hard as rock and standing up a good inch. I licked the one I could see, and set her body shivering. I could feel her fishing around between us with her hand. Her grip nearly sent me through the roof when she found my boner. With no trouble at all, this big healthy girl stuffed her twat with my seven inches, and started slapping my butt to get me started humping into her.
It was the most incredible sensation to have both Hal's and my cock hard and doing serious fucking of the same body with only a thin bit of membrane separating us from each other. The feeling was so intense, that I shot up over the edge out of control and blew my load fast and hard into my first woman's cunt.
Hal felt me go off, and started heaving into her ass grunting like a pig. He froze, and stiffened while he emptied his second load of the evening into Doris' man hungry shitter.
I reached up and took her huge stiff nipples with my thumbs and forefingers and pinched hard. She threw her head back and howled like a coyote. "OOOMOTHERFUCKINCOCKSUCKERYOU'RE MAKIN'MECUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" She was twisting and writhing like a snake in heat. I wondered how many times she could come in a row, and when she started to cool down a little, I dived down onto her little nubbin again. In seconds, she was screaming and humping my chin hard. I thought she would tear my ears out by the roots, and decided to forego counting her climaxes.
I recovered my ears, and fell backward off the bed onto the floor. I crawled toward my Scotch, which was sitting on the floor near the end of the couch. I needed sustenance.
"Hurry up you little panty waste we ain't had our pee session yet. Drink up, I expect gallons from both of you."
"Oh Lord woman what do you have in mind?" Hal had pulled out of her, and was nursing his stiff and swollen dick. The poor thing looked red and sore.
"I'm a piss pig honey, and I expect to be showered with both your hot steamy streams. You need to be drinkin' beer and lots of it. I brought some out in my car you can bring in if you ain't got any."
"Doris, we can't have a piss session here. My cleaning woman would have it all over town before tomorrow noon." Hal was a little perturbed.
"What's the matter honey, you afraid of a little piss?"
"Not at all. I just don't want it to get out all over Bisbee that I had a piss party up here tonight."
"I have a suggestion." They both turned to look at me. "Let's take it out side. when we're finished, we can hose the area down, and dry as it is around here all the evidence will be gone by morning." Hal grinned at me.
"I've got a picnic table we can cover with the shower curtain on the patio. There's no lights out there, but we can put a few candles around so we can see what we're doing."
"Great, let's get started." Doris headed for the shower stall to remove the plastic curtain. I went out to her car for the beer, and Hal took several thick candles out of a drawer in the kitchen area and headed out the back door.
When I muscled the beer out onto the patio, Hal already had the candles lighted, and was helping Doris adjust the shower curtain in the table top. Doris was bent over the table smoothing the wrinkles out of the plastic. Her butt was so inviting, I quickly set the two cases of beer down, and stepped up behind her.
I got down on one knee, and spread her cheeks apart. The smell of her cooze and the ooze from her butthole from Hal's fucking, was heady. I couldn't resist, and lapped at the slick of juices I found there. She pushed back onto my tongue, and rocked up and down on her heels grinding her butt into my face. After a few minutes of this action, I stood up and told her I had to take a piss.
"Where do you want it Doris?"
"In my twat first. Flush that scum tunnel out baby." I shoved my semi-erect dick into her sloppy cunt, and after a short wait to get used to the sensation, I let a few squirts of piss shoot out of my cock into her twat.
"Is that all you can manage? What a wimpy pisser!" She sounded mad. I relaxed a little and let my stream surge into her until it was flowing freely. She raised up on tip-toes, and lowered her shoulders onto the table. I pissed for about two minutes, until my bladder began to empty and spasm.
"Yeah baby. That's it. Fill me with your hot stinking piss." When I finished and pulled out, she climbed on the table with her knees, keeping her ass high and her shoulders low. I could hear my urine sloshing in her twat like a hot water bottle.
"Hal honey, you got any hot piss for me tonight?" Hal bent and kissed her forehead and whispered in a husky voice: "Where do you want me to put it baby?"
"Oh honey I want your hot piss in my asshole. Climb up on the table and plug my butt." Hal did as he was bid, and it wasn't long before Doris was groaning under the double load of piss.
"So hot, so hot, so hot," she mumbled over and over. She drew her stomach muscles up tight and then released them suddenly. The piss sloshed in her guts, and made her moan. She did this a few times, until she began to lose control of her containment of the urine, Thin streams were escaping both her twat and butt hole.
"Which one of you boys wants a shower?" Hal stepped up behind her, and rubbed his hands in the leaking streams of urine. Doris stood up on the table top, her legs shaky and unsteady. I could see her body was glistening in the candle and star light with sweat. She bent slightly at the waist, and supported herself with her hands on her knees. Hal stepped closer, and Doris looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.
"Here it comes baby," she contracted her stomach muscles once again, and relaxed her twat and sphincter. The gush was amazing. Hal was splattered with steaming urine that drenched his face and washed down his thick mat of hair on his chest and ran off the end of his stiff poker of a cock like a rain spout.
"OOH Shit!" He shouted, and I saw his cock jump and his balls pull up tight. He staggered back a little and I couldn't resist. His dick slid down my throat on a slick of piss and mucus from Doris' ass and cunt, and when it hit bottom, it flexed and expanded and blew a shot of cum into me that stung the back of my throat. I sucked him, marveling at the mix of tastes, until he had emptied his balls of every last drop of cum. I pulled off of his shrinking cock, and began licking the rivulets of piss out of his chest hair. He bent over and began cleaning Doris' cunt and asshole with his tongue.
After that, we all needed a rest. Doris popped the tops on three tall cans of beer, and we sat on the table in the pools of piss and slime, and drank gratefully. Hal asked Doris to tell us about herself, and we heard an interesting and surprising story.
When I was about twelve or thirteen," she began. "My mother, brought a new boy friend home to live with us. She had never married my father, and didn't even rightly remember him at all. She always said she wasn't the marrying kind. Well, Ronald, the new boy friend was supposed to be a father figure for me. My mom thought I was beginning to get out of hand, turning teenager and the hormone rush I was getting.'
"Ronald did his damnedest to do his duty. I mean we went fishing in Lake Mead; we lived in Las Vegas then, we camped out nearly every weekend. My moma never went with us because she worked in a show on the strip, and needed to sleep days because weekends were her biggest nights.'
"It wasn't long before I started getting the idea that Ronald wasn't too bad to be around. I'd sneaked down the hall and listened outside my mom's bedroom several nights while he fucked her. She was getting so much out of it, I began to wonder if I couldn't sample it myself. I was a virgin then, and didn't really have an idea about how to get him interested, so it took me awhile to come up with a plan.'
"I decided it would have to be while we were on a camping trip, so my mom wouldn't get wise, and I started to beg him to plan a trip into the high mountains where the pine trees grow. I told him I'd never been there, but that I'd seen a picture at school, and really wanted to go. We talked about it for a few days, and decided we'd have to get heavier sleeping bags, because it was so much colder at the higher elevations.
We went shopping at the Army Surplus store, and quickly decided that buying new bags was too expensive because we probably wouldn't use them that often since most of our camp outs were in the desert. I suggested that maybe we could zip our two together to make one larger one we could both fit into and that way we could keep each other warm with our body heat. He thought that was a fine solution, and I did too.'
"I couldn't wait for that trip to happen. I made dozens of plans for how I was going to get him to do me like he did my mother. I knew he slept in his underwear, like I did, and I laid my plan to snare my first cock.'
"We reached the camp sight, late in the afternoon. A light snow had been falling, and there was about two inches on the ground. I'd never seen the stuff before, and was playing in it while he set up our tent. It was a pretty wet snow, and it wasn't long before I was soaked to the skin. This hadn't been part of my plan, but it worked into the rest even better than I'd planned for it to.'
"We ate a quick meal of baloney sandwiches and I drank two colas while he had a beer with his. By the time we'd finished eating, I was shivering with the cold. He told me I'd better peel out of my wet clothes and get into the sleeping bag. I did, and when I got down to my undies, they were just as wet as the outer clothes. He made me strip them off too. I had a change in the trunk of the car, but he had already taken his shoes off and didn't really want to slop through the dark in that wet snow anyway.'
"He said it would be all right, and it wasn't long before he was nestled in beside me naked except for his underwear. We talked for a while, but gradually, I pretended to be falling asleep. It wasn't long before he started to snore gently. I wanted to touch his limp prick and feel it get hard in my hand. I'd seen it through the keyhole to my mom's bedroom door, and it looked gigantic.'
"Anyway, after a few minutes of listening to his snoring, I turned over to face him and snuggled into his warm chest hair. He put his arms around me in his sleep, and hugged me to him. I laid there for what seemed like a long time, until I had to pee from the colas I'd had with supper. I couldn't extricate myself from his arms without waking him, and besides, I didn't want to go out into the cold night where there might be bears. I decided to pee the bed so to speak.
"I aimed as best I could at his undies, and let my stream fly. I choked it off, and as soon as he felt the warm wet, he woke up. He was mad at first, and smacked me a hard one on the butt. I let fly with a little more piss, and he yelled at me to get out of the bag and go piss out the door of the tent. He was cussing a lot while I was pissing and shivering in the cold.'
"He stripped off his wet underwear while I was out of the bag, and told me to throw them outside in the snow. I did and by the time I got back into the bag, I must have been blue. I was shivering for real, and he took me in his arms with my back to his belly, and hugged me to his naked body. It felt wonderful. I started wiggling my butt against his dick ever so slightly. I didn't do anything obvious, but his dick could feel me, and it wasn't long before he had a boner laying in my crack I couldn't believe. He was pretending to be sleeping, but I could tell by the way he was holding me that he wasn't.'
"I reached back, and felt his big hard dick laying along my ass crack. He grunted and snored louder in my ear. I played with the big thing until it started to drip dick snot. I hunched my butt up and down, until the precum had my crack so lubed up a telephone pole wouldn't have had any trouble. He was still pretending to sleep, so I just kept on. I figured if I went too far and did something he didn't want to do, he would pretend to wake up and stop me.'
"I had him breathing harder than a man sleeping does, and I knew then he wasn't about to stop me. I took his big boner in my hand and aimed it at my hole. I humped the head of his dick until I felt it slide inside me. I felt him shiver, and hug me tighter. His dick in my virgin butt hurt like hell, and I though at first I had made a mistake trying to get him to fuck me there. I tried to pull it out, but he humped it deeper into me. I let out a little scream, so he stopped pushing it in, and just left it there while I got used to its size.'
"It wasn't too long before it started feeling good again, and I felt like I wanted more of him in my butt. I pushed back against it, and felt him slide all the way in me until his pubes were scratching my cheeks. It felt so fucking good, I started humping him. He got the message real quick, and he rolled me over on my stomach, and got up on his knees and hands so I wasn't being crushed by his weight, and started stroking in and out of me like a bull. He started sweating and trembling as he jacked me up good. He suddenly got stiff as a board, and I felt his big prick start dancing in my guts. I knew he was cuming in me, and it felt so fucking good, I started to shoot too. I think that was the first time I ever shot a load."
"Hey! Wait a minute," I said. "What do you mean shot a load?"
"Oh my god, honey. I got carried away and let the cat out of the bag."
"No shit?" Hal was flabbergasted. "You're a sex change?"
"I hope it doesn't make a difference baby."
"I don't think it does." Hal was looking at her more closely in the dim candle light. I sat there with my can of beer half way to my mouth drawing a total blank.
"Does it matter to you honey?" She ran her tongue into my ear.
"Uh...I guess not. I just wanted to be able to say I'd had a woman's cunt wrapped around my cock just once."
"Well you have baby."
"It doesn't seem the same anymore."
"Well, if you have to have a bitch for real, I can arrange it with one of my nastier girl friends."
"Naw. Not now. After you, it would have to be a letdown."
"Thanks for that baby." Doris kissed me.
"How the hell did you end up in Bisbee?" Hal took a swallow of beer and sat back down next to her on the table.
"Well, I made the mistake of marrying some damn cowboy and he took a job at a ranch down here. He put me up in a little house in Bisbee, and would come to see me on weekends. His idea of sex was strictly missionary, and it wasn't long before I started looking for other outlets. I started goin out to the rest area on the highway, trying and pick up men traveling alone or even in pairs. I didn't really want to come out to any of them because I thought it might get me beaten up or worse. You can't ever tell about some of these ol' boys around here.'
"I tried to keep it lady like, but my old urges for butt fucking and cocksucking kept getting stronger and stronger until one day this guy I was blowing in his car told me I sucked cock like a man. He hit me hard on the face when I begged him to fuck my ass. He realized what I was, and told me I should go back to being a faggot and stop trying to fool straight men. He kicked me out of his car, and burned rubber getting out of that rest area in a hurry. I sat in my car and cried for an hour. Finally, I got out and went into the lady's room, to freshen up but the place had been trashed. Somebody had shit all over the stool instead of in it, and then had stuffed a whole roll of toilet paper down it and flooded the floor.'
"Since the parking lot was empty, and there wasn't much traffic on the highway, I decided to go into the men's room to use the facilities. They were cleaner, and I noticed the stall had a glory hole cut into it next to the urinal. I was wearing tennis shoes and shorts, I decided to sit on the stool to see if any customers came by for servicing. It wasn't long before I heard a truck pull up, and the trucker's footsteps coming into the toilet. I eyed him through the hole, and saw him pull a respectable cock out of his pants and step up to the head. I stuck my tongue through the hole and smacked my lips. He didn't hesitate, he slid his porker into my mouth and started to whiz. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some of his piss ran down my blouse as soaked it good. When he finished, he didn't pull out, but started to get hard. I sucked him off and swallowed his load. I asked him when he was finished if he had time to fuck my ass. He grunted something unintelligible which I took for yes, and when I opened the stall door and he saw I was a woman, he pushed me back into the stall and ran out to his truck. I cried again, while he started his rig and drove away.'
I dried my eyes with toilet paper, and was sitting there feeling sorry for myself, when I noticed a number written on the wall. The message with it was something like suck and fuck what's your pleasure.' I memorized that number, because I didn't have anything to write on with me. When I got home, I called it and realized it was a beeper. I left my number and sat by the phone to wait for a callback.'
`John called me right back in a few minutes. He was somewhere up near Reno, but he called long distance and we talked for the longest time. I told him all about myself, and what I needed to feel satisfied. He understood, and said he'd be to see me as soon as he could drive down.'
`It took him two days to get to Bisbee, and I turned out to be a Friday after noon when he arrived. I was so happy to see him and his non judgmental cock, I forgot my cowboy was due home later that day. Well to make a long story short, John was throwin' about his third fuck into my horny ass when my goddamn husband walked in the door and caught us on the couch. Boy did he ever get a surprise. He could plainly see John had his boner in my butthole. He lunged at John, but John brought his elbow up and caught Clem right on the chin. He went out like a light, and hit the floor hard. Skinned his face up pretty bad not to mention the shiner from John's elbow.'
`I got John out of there before Clem came to, and then hauled ol' Clem out the door and threw all his clothes out in the yard, and locked his ass out. When he came to, he tried his damnedest to break the door down, but I told him I'd shoot his butt if he didn't take the hint an hightail it back out to the fucking ranch and leave me alone.'
`He finally left, and the next Monday I filed for a divorce which I figure he won't contest."
"Does Clem know?" Hal was looking at her in amazement.
"Lord no honey. I had him bamboozled completely."
"Why did you marry somebody like him if he wouldn't give you what you needed?" Hal was definitely interested in Doris.
"Why does anybody marry anybody. I was trying to be a damn woman, and he was the first man to be nice to me. He brought me flowers and candy. He told me he wanted me to be a virgin until we were married." I guffawed.
"Don't laugh you son of a bitch. My twat might have been fake, but it was as virgin as my butt had been the night Ronald fucked me for the first time. I thought it was romantic."
I guffawed again, and she hit me on the leg with the flat of her hand. I took her in my arms and hugged her to me. I stroked her blond hair catching highlights from the candle flames and kissed her on the cheek. After a minute, she spoke again.
"I know being romantic was stupid, but you boys din't know what them ol' female hormones do to you."
"Why do you think you still needed mansex after your operation was complete?" Hal had an arm around her neck and his face was close to hers.
"I've puzzled over that myself,and the only thing I can imagine, was that having started my sex life with Harold like I did, it became my predominant mode of satisfaction."
"How long did you and Harold carry on your affair?"
"Until I was eighteen. My mom caught him fucking me in the garage one day when she was supposed to sleeping. She pretty much treated him like I treated Clem. Threw him out on the spot. It didn't make any difference that he was still fucking her like a bull every time she wanted it. I think it was the idea that I was her kid and he was fucking a kid that upset her. She didn't care if I was a faggot, and it was her that helped me with the money for the operation when I told her what I wanted to do.'
"Really, I think me turning into a woman was because I wanted to be like her. She was so beautiful in her dancing costumes, that I wanted to be able to dress like her. I could have too, except those fag producers in Las Vegas can spot a fake a mile away. They only want the genuine article their shows `cause they call it family entertainment. Having a transsexual on their stage might cause some ol' biddy in the audience to get her tits in an uproar."
"Doris?" Hal took her in his arms and looked at her closely. "I want to ask you a question."
"Shoot honey. Ask me anything you want. I've heard `em all."
"Would you consider coming to live with me here? Maybe not right away, we'd have to date for a few weeks, and be seen together around town; you know, let people get used to the idea of seeing the two of us together. I'd ask you to marry me, but that might be too soon to talk about."
"Now, you're gettin' romantic." Doris had tears in her eyes. "I won't ever stop Gerry here from fucking my butt you know. You'ld have to put up with me suckin' cock out at the rest stop on the highway."
"All just fine as long as you disguise yourself so people won't know you are my wife. And as far as Gerry is concerned, it would be an honor to have his ass in our bed when he's in town. I like to fuck with him as much as I like to fuck with you. You would be a godsend to my life, and I wouldn't have to be so paranoid about my sexual preference."
I stood up and stretched. The candles were burning down to nothing, and it was getting late. I volunteered to hose the patio down good, while they went in to get cleaned up. I could hear them laughing in the shower, while I rolled the hose back up and blew out the candles. Inside, they were laying on the turned down bed necking. I smiled at them, and went in to shower myself. When I came out, drying myself off, they beckoned for me to join them in the bed. I climbed in making a sandwich of Doris with Hal. We lay back on the pillows, and were drifting off to sleep. I vaguely felt Doris stir beside me, and opened my eyes a little. In the dim light, I could see her hands griping each of our cocks. Hal put a hand on her left tit, and I put one on her right tit. Doris wiggled in the bed between us, and sighed contentedly. The next thing I remember was a mocking bird singing from a branch of a tree outside the open front door.
My cock was stiff with the need to pee; I extricated my self from the tangle of arms and legs and padded into the toilet. My urine was making a lot of noise splashing into the bowl, but I heard Doris say over the splashing; "He's wasting his, but I/m going to take care of your's sugar. When I finished, and flushed and stepped back into the room, Doris had Hal's dick in her mouth sucking the piss out of him through his meat straw. He had a big grin on his face, and love in his eyes.