Three Times in the County Seat An Erotic Tale Based on a Married Bisexual's True Experiences By BILLY JAY DEE The First Time
"Honey! I'm home!" warbled a drunken voice from the back door of the small cinderblock apartment.
Bill was right around the corner in the bathroom, his long lanky frame standing in front of the toilet taking a leak. The shower, getting hotter, ran full blast behind him, muffling Roger's stumbling footfalls. When Bill looked up from his business, Roger was holding onto the doorframe checking out Bill's six-inch pecker.
"Welcome home, boss," Bill called above the noise of the shower.
He shook his dick a few more times than was absolutely necessary and was delighted to watch his supervisor's drunken face nod in like motion. He took the two steps to the door, folded his long arms over his naked chest and leaned against the door jamb, too.
Roger straightens a little, all the while giving Bill a knowing look.
"I like what you did to my place."
Bill had covered for his boss at the office and stayed at Roger's government-issued apartment in the county seat while Roger was away to law enforcement training in the state capitol.
"You had gun powder from re-loading all over the place. Drop a match and the place would have gone up. I had to clean up a little."
Roger's head was nodding again as his eyes studied the room, slowly turning back to Bill's blue eyes.
"Nice hot shower. That's what I need."
"Go for it. I can wait."
"No, you're already naked. Just shout when you get out and I'll jump in."
"Okay," Bill bent to pick a bar of soap out of his toilet kit lying on the floor.
"Bend over again like that and I'll jump you!" Roger hollered with a laugh. He was pulling off his shirt as he spoke.
Bill stood slowly. "I'll keep that in mind. Long time since you saw the wife eh?" he asked as he stepped behind the curtain.
The only response was the muffled sound of Roger's Levis and heavy belt buckle hitting the floor. Bill didn't spend too long in the shower. Actually, he'd sort of wondered if his boss would jump into the shower behind him. Nay! He went to shout as he stepped out, but Roger was standing there naked, flicking his cock around as though bored. Roger was about the same height as Bill, a little over six foot, 50, silver haired, cocky and with a reputation for really being able to use his nine-incher. He grabbed Bill's white hips to steady himself as he slid by into the small bathroom. His cock seemed to rise up on its on and slide all the way across Bill' s thirty-something white bubble butt. Roger kept up the general chatter as he lathered up his front side.
Bill made funny faces at himself in the mirror as though thinking about shaving, but in fact was checking out Roger's right hand. He also noticed the open jar of Vaseline on the back of the toilet seat that hadn't been there before. Roger's right hand was particularly working the lather into his pubic hair and balls. Due to the partially closed shower curtain, Bill couldn't see Roger penetrate his own asshole with the middle finger of his left hand. He was grinding his behind and dong pretty well, when Bill bent to get something out of his toilet kit.
Roger leaped the rim, grabbed the offered ass, slipped his cock between the white cheeks and started pumping away. If Bill got angry Roger figured to call it a joke; otherwise... Bill only smiled back over his shoulder. Roger returned the smile, forced Bill's shoulders down with his left hand, grabbed some Vaseline with his right, plopped some on the straining helmet head of his cock next time it peeked out from between Bill's bottom cheeks and then pushed it into his asshole. The strokes were real short and soft. Bill positively purred, squirming his bottom into a more comfortable position for himself and offering Rogers tool easier access.
"Ah!" Roger gasped as his cock slipped in surprisingly deeper.
"Yeah, go, boss. Yeah, go!"
Roger started taking wild strokes into his subordinate, slamming them both up and back and side to side in the small bathroom. Bill's knee held them off the floor while his hands braced off the walls so they wouldn't topple over.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Roger grunted as he continued to bounce them around the room. He started pulling further out and the slamming into Bill's upturned thighs with a slapping sound caused by their wet skin.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going to cum," he shouted as he dropped a load deep inside his doubled up buddy's bottom.
Good thing it was too early in the season for the campground outside the door to be occupied and too late in the day for the boys at the shop to still be at work. Roger collapsed upon the crouching bottom.
When his long cock popped out of Bill's behind, Bill took him by the shoulders and lead his to the tiny bedroom with two tiny beds. Roger could barely walk, barely see. Bill laid him across his bed sideways, his head up against the ciderblock wall, his bottom hanging off the side of the bed. Roger's light blue eyeslooked up into Bill's dark ones to thank him for the fuck. That's when he noticed the jar of Vaseline in Bill's free hand, the gleam of the goo sheathing the hardon he was now stroking.
"Buddy, I don't think I can right now, but..."
"Oh, I think you can," Bill assured him lifting his ankles off the floor and throwing Roger's two limp legs over his left shoulder. He leaned into Rogers's damp thighs forcing his bottom up off the mattress to meet Bill's cock. Roger grinned, squirmed a little, spread his cheeks with his rough long fingers and even helped guide it in. Bill's smaller pecker slid easily in.
"You've done this before." They both laughed as Bill began fucking his buddy like a bunny. Bill pumped in quick, full-length strokes. "Oh, oh, I'm ready..." Both men were breathing hard and Roger felt sensations in his ass channel that he'd never experienced. The prodding of his prostate forced out fluids left over from his recent ejacuation in steady spurts. Bill's climax came quickly. He plunged all the way in for the spurting finale. "AHHHHHH, yeah, BABY!"
Within a few minutes, they both settled back on their beds for a short nap before doing it all over again.
The Second Time
"It's about time for mid-year review. Why don't we meet about 5:00?" Roger announced over the phone
"Five, p.m.? Kind of late?" Bill replied lowering his voice.
"Well, I tell you what, how often do you get over to the county seat anyway? If it's a good performance review, you can buy me dinner. If I have to give you bad barks after we talk, I'll buy dinner as a consolation prize."
Bill arrived to find the parking lot deserted except for Roger's truck. Bill used his key to let himself in and then wandered down the empty hall. He heard Garth Brooks playing on the radio in Roger's office. The door was closed but not latched. A yellow sticky note said, "Come on in, Bill." He pushed the door open quietly. Roger was bent over his desk concentrating on something. Maybe on the papers lying there.
Roger had heard him enter and he slowly lifted his chin. "Hi, Buddy. Come on in. Have a seat."
The door locked when it swung shut. They spoke of the weather and the drive over and almost even about work. Then he said, "Why don't you come look at this?" Then tapped the desktop.
Bill scooted around the desk peering down at the hand drawn diagram with chicken scratches for notes. Roger had pushed his chair back and stood to make room for the younger man behind the desk too. "What is this?" he whispered as he heard telltale sound of a heavy belt buckle hitting the floor.
"It's a diagram of what I want us to do!" Roger's arm shot up under Bill's. Full-nelson, he launched himself onto his buddy's back, which knocked them both to the desk top. Roger got to his feet, dragged Bill's body back until his bottom hung over the edge of the desk. Half-nelson, he yanked his subordinates underpants and Levis down without unbuckling anything, and worked his reddened cock into the exposed brown hole in Bill's butt.
Bill was grinning. The grinding he was getting in the seat seemed to grind his own cock against the polished desk drawer. Bill's cock thickened and lengthened.
"Ah, ah, ah," Roger started grunting as he plowed Bill's behind, straining to stay on his tip toes.
Roger has long balls and Bill liked the feel of them banging against his own small round balls. Bill's ball were swelling too. "Ah, ah," the older of the two panted. "This is great. I'm sweating like a pig!"
Roger shook his short hair to take the perspiration from his eyes. His thighs began to burn and knees to shake. "I'm getting tired, pal."
"Let me do some of the work then." Bill said pushing off the desk. "Sit back." He directed pushing back on his bossman so Roger ended seated at his chair behind the desk. Bill eased himself on down the nine-inch pole of loving.
"I didn't believe I could go in further!" Roger exclaimed as Bill began rocking his hips back and forth, driving his tight-muscled ass up and down the thick veiny shaft. He grabbed the armrest and stretched back over Roger's prone body, driving the cock even further up with each down plunge.
Roger reached around and began jacking Bill's flapping dong, until the excitement got too much for the older man. He grabbed Bill's hip and began lunging up to meet the strong downward drives. When Roger's throbbing cock unleashed his cumload deep in Bill's bowels, they almost ended up on the floor.
"That was great!" Roger whispered in Bill's ear. Bill's only response was to wait, breathing hard.
"I don't' mean to appear unappreciative, but lets go to dinner. I'll buy." Bill didn't respond. "Then you can fuck me in the ass."
"Sounds good," Bill finally answered, turning in Roger's arms to study the man.
He hammered Roger's butt hole twice that night.
The Third Time Summer came and fire raged across the high country. Other firefighters came to help contain it, until the rains came. That's the way it is with the big ones. It's just a holding action until God arrives to put them out.
Afterwards Roger and Bill and the crew were left alone with weeks and weeks of patrols and rehab work in the burn. It was hot in that black desolation.
Roger and Bill had been doing paperwork down the hill, but were now in Roger's truck headed up the mountain. Bill had changed into his flight suit before they left the office. His hill-hardened thighs stretched the fabric in the legs as he sat next to Roger on the long hot drive. The tight velcro at his waist cinched the orange nomex tight to his skin. The sweat began to collect as a damp patch in the middle of his chest.
As they bounced about on the trucks vinyl seats, Roger's eyes began to note how tightly the sweat made the fabric clinge everywhere on Bill's slender body. He sort of wondered if Bill was wearing anything at all under there.
"You look hot." Roger said with a smile from the shaded side of the cab. His right hand reached across and grabbed the zipper on Bill's flight suit. The bouncing of the truck naturally jerked his hand and the suit came open to the top of his buddy's belly. "Is that better?" Bill's only response was to pretend to be peering down inside his clothing.
Then he smiled back at Roger. Roger pulled on the zipper, down and then forward. He could see pubic hair and no underwear, but was afraid to fiddle with things further as the truck bounced along. He cast hungry glances towards the rising bugle beneath the fabric. His long tongue whipped at his chapped lips.
Bill's hand slid down his torso, inside the open zipper. With the next bounce he pried his erection and balls out of the suit, pressing the fabric flat against his inner thighs with his palms.
"Want some?"
Still miles for the crew and the burn, Roger, turned onto a dirt road leading to a thick clump of black jack pine.
"I'll help you out of that thing," he said tersely as he slipped out of the drive door and ran thru the blazing sunlight behind the truck to Bill's door.
Bill had shrugged his shoulders out of the suit. As Roger hastily yanked the door open, Bill swung his legs out and left them in mid air. Roger unzipped the cuffs at the ankles and they managed to pull the nomex off without having to remove Bill's boots.
"Oh, that's nice." Roger said admiring Bill's sweaty body. He kissed him then grabbed Bill's cock.
Meanwhile, Bill was working the zipper and belt on Roger's green government issue pants. "Ahh!" Roger sighed when Bill got the oversized meat out of the sweaty confines. "That's good buddy." Roger groaned as Bill lightly stroked the stiffening nine-incher. "Roll over on your belly."
Bill obliged him, dangling his right knee over the edge of the truck seat to widen the crack of his ass cheeks. Roger climbed in the passenger side, long rigid cock and long dangling balls hanging out of the crotch of his still buttoned jeans. He tried to jam the rigid monster in to the hilt. But his cock bounced maddeningly out of Bill's asscrack, slid wildly across his wet back and brought Roger down onto Bill. The sweat stains under Rogers armpit were spreading to his side. He kept trying to wedge the dripping mushroom head in the brown hole of the younger man's seat.
Bill finally lifted his thighs off the seat of the truck and spread his white ass wide so Roger could get it. He pumped several inches in at once with a grunt. Bill squirmed on the sweaty seat beneath, the smell of dusty sweat and the occasional whiff of wood smoke filling the cab. Roger pushed and pulled his cock several times at Bill's puckered ass. "Damn," he cussed under his breathe, shaking sweat off his head. Bill's ass had clamped down tight on the Roger's thick cockshaft.
Roger pumped a few more times, growling in frustration, then looked around and pried Bill's cheeks further apart and threw all his body weight into the the attack.
"Ah!! Ah, ah," Bill shouted through gritted teeth and the rest came out as a groan. Roger's weight pinned Bill's body to the seat. He began to madly jab at Bill's now loosened hole. The smell of sweat and shit began to over power the wood smoke in the cab. The sun seared thru Roger's shirt just below his shoulders and seemed to drive him harder and harder as his skin began to redden.
"I gotta cum. I gotta cum!" he whimpered, whipping at Bill's butt. He gasped and the tempo of his strokes quickened. He gasped again and then his right foot collapsed under him and he collapsed on top of Bill as his nearly spent cock spewed and leaked into Bill's body.
"That was great, buddy, that was so great," Roger panted.
Then he thought of Bill pinning to the seat, and lifted himself off the younger man. That's when he saw the mess he'd made and recollected his thought. "Oh, man, I was a little too ... Sorry."
Bill lifted his naked raped body up on his forearms. He looked over his shoulder at Roger rather seriously. Then with a kick of his booted left foot he spun into a sitting position, back against the drivers side door, knees spread as wide as the steering wheel would allow, a scraped up, banged up, beet red boner bobbing upright in his crotch. "I think you can make it up to me."
"Shit," Roger laughed. He spit to clear the andrenalin from his system and smiled again.
"Less talk, more tongue." Bill directed, reaching down to tug on his six-inch hardon.
Roger was famous for the length of his tongue, a fact that he used most often to please his wife and other women. The older guy hestitated at the thought of licking a sweaty dick, especially after looking at the sticky mess on the truck seat in front of Bill's crotch. But once Bill dragged him across the cab by the collar of his green shirt, Roger was enthusiastic.
His tongue was so long, he could slide it down Bill's bobbing six incher, tickle his balls and roll his tongue around the shaft the long way.
"Ah," Bill sighed at the feeling of the soft cool tongue on his ravaged dick.
Roger kept his tongue in the position and slammed his skull up and down until he got a mouth full of creamy tart cum that chased away all the other smells they'd made.
Roger received a directed reassignment to the State Capitol not too much later. So, Bill figured three times was all he and Roger would get. But he was wrong. Just as he had been about his affair with his bald, broad shouldered, sledge-fisted neighbor, Brian. But, both of those fucks are one more story.