Dave's Great Day; Part I
By Billy Jay Dee
After the meeting ended, I went back to my hotel room and started studying. My certification test was in a week and I needed every bit of study time I could find.
But, a guy has to have a little fun, too. Right? Jeb was coming over! Getting out of the house and away from his girlfriend and guests took some byzantine plotting, but he was making it happen and kept me apprised every step of his serpentine way. Meanwhile, I was on the internet visiting some of my favorite sites, getting primed. Maybe too primed.
It was hot in Ketchikan. I was naked. My six inch dick was hard. Precum oozed down the shaft enough to use it as lube. My balls hung unusually low because the temperature rose unusually high in Southeast Alaska lately. I put my black denim pants back out before temptation got the best of me. I paced around the room, letting the breeze off the narrows cool me down a little. I'm 6'1" with the belly of a guy eligible for retirement in four months, once brown hair, blues eyes and a fondness for sex.
A knock at the door. I flung it open.
"Hey, Dave! I brought Hard Lemonade."
This was our third encounter. If I didn't mention it before. Jeb is an old guy, about 5'10", bald, broad shouldered He's a semi-retired fisherman. He is also gregarious. He's a hoot. He is always full of excitement and fun. His face always beams in greeting. And his cock is a force of nature.
"Looks like you brought something hard other than lemonade," I said, eying his shopping bag briefly before returning my gaze to the bulge in the crotch of his carharts.
"I brought toys, too."
He stood in the middle of the room. We toasted with our bottles, hugged, kissed which made him giggle with excitement and groped one another's crotches for a while. He was hard from the second he walked in the room. His cock is about seven inches long, slightly curved and noticeably wider at the base then the rest of the shaft. About half way down our drinks, Jeb headed off to the bathroom. When he came back, we were both naked.
"Let me show ya something," he said with excitement.
He pulled from his shopping bag something that looked like a lumpy black riding crop. On the bottom of the shaft was a silver control panel about the size of a deck of cards. He fiddled with it until it started vibrating
"Bend over, buddy."
I leaned over the foot of the bed, pressing my fists into the mattress. Jeb glided the head of the vibrator towards my asshole. He kind of poked around back there for a bit. My long fingers finally reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. The head of the thing slipped in easily.
"Ain't that nice?" my buddy cooed.
It felt okay, but hadn't vibrated enough to get me going. He slides it out of me.
"But first," he said, "some of this."
By "this" Jeb meant the beast between his thighs, which he was already arming for battle. I noticed that his balls were hanging low in the heat, too. I crawled onto the bed and assumed the position. Jeb just drove that thing right in my ass. That's when I realized that in all the excitement I'd forgotten to use the bathroom myself. I rush off to take care of that and when I come back Jeb is sitting in a wide upholstered chair stroking his straight up member.
Now this is the way I like to start. I step right up, spin around and settle on his rod. His cock is stiff, no fiddling around, he's ready. In that position I can ease on down with no discomfort. Jeb is hearty in his appreciation and lavish in his praise of my tight ass and handsome features. Once his curly black pubes start scratching my back side, I starting raising and lowering myself. Jeb keeps saying how good it is. I start rocking my hips back and forth which seems to drive him even wilder.
"Why don't you get on the bed, Dave?"
He loves to stand up while I'm on all fours on the bed. He's back in me in a second. He's a nice steady slow, fine fuck who can keep up a steady line of chatter about similar sexual experiences to the one we are having and other things we can do tonight. I held my balls up out of the way of his incoming pairs and stroked them against my own rigid member with the palm of my right hand. It felt great! It had been a month since anyone had done the honors. I was really getting into it.
"Dave, flip over on your back, okay? And scoot your ass over the bed."
He pried my legs apart, inserted his cock and then pressed my legs against his chest and belly. He held on tight and used his whole body to slam into my ass. He breathed heavily and grinned excitedly, if I hadn't been gazing heavenward in ecstasy, I could have seen than he was getting worn out. Instead, he had to say it and head for the bathroom.
When he and his riding crop returned he said, "Okay, how about you use this on me now?"
He turned it on and held it between us, so that the vibration hit both our cocks. We started making out. His hand grabbed the lower half of the vibrator, pushing it towards his balls. Pulling it past his balls. His right foot lifted to the bed behind him. The knobby end of the vibrator headed for the crack of his ass. I took it from him and pushed him back on the bed. He lay there, hands and knees in the air with his eyes all glassed over, begging for it. I slipped it in the old boy's ass. I figured he wanted me to slide it around. Jeb just wanted me to push it all the way in and leave it there. I figured he'd want a blow job. His left hand was wrapped around his cock just whaling on it. Apparently our fuck session had put him close to the edge, because in minutes he was calling on the heavenly host one by one and kept doing that until he was gasping for air and white spew speckled his broad brown belly.
When he comes back from the bathroom, he brings a bottle of pink lemonade for both of us. He leans on one elbow and tries to get us both aroused again by reciting the story about the family friend who'd given him a ride to school one day. He ended getting a blowjob that day. The "family friend" even shared him with another guy that wanted to suck young Jeb's cock on a regular basis.
"You know my buddy Drew's first sexual encounter was with a family friend. No, wait. Probably, first encounter was that mule he and his cousin took turns on the summer he was 14."
"Really? Wild!" Jeb exploded sounding downright jealous.
"Anyway, it was actually an older neighbor couple. They used to take Drew along on weekend camping trips in their trailer. They spent the day collecting oysters, ate them for dinner and then after leaving Drew on his cot in a sleeping bag, close the little 'jerk-off' curtains on the bed next to him and go at it like rabbits. You can imagine Drew's frustration and fascination. So, one night as the wife begins to whimper, the old guy pulls back the curtains. He's kneeling butt naked between his wife's thighs with his slimy rod sliding out of his wife's hole. 'Want some of this?" he says to Drew. Well, you know a teenage boy would jump at the opportunity. This led to regular three-ways on the weekends and a blowjob after school on the way home."
The telling of the story and idle fondling now had my rod ready to go and Jeb's thick white monster is almost there. He's working on it hard.
"Anyway," I say, "Right after high school he got his own place and a job. One day coming home from work he gives some hitchhiking hippie chick a ride and in appreciation she fucks him. Drew can't wait for his buddy to come over so he can tell him all about it. Drew's best friend is a bachelor about twice his age. Drew tells him all about the fuck in the truck with all the details that are sure to interest another bachelor, but while they are hanging out discussing it, Drew tell his buddy about his blow up dolly in the bed room."
"Wow!" interrupts Jeb. "That's cool."
"Any way Drew is bragging up the doll. Tell's him it feels just like a pussy and all three holes are usable. So, Drew takes a walk so his buddy can try it out. Once the trailer gets to rocking, Drew sneaks back in to find his friend corn holing the thing. That gets Drew to wondering and next thing you know, it's Drew getting corn holed on a regular basis!"
Jeb laughs out loud. Jumps up on his butt and spins around and starts sucking my cock. I lean back and return the favor. He' not quite solid again but close. The first few tentative moves of my finger tips to his ass seems to invite two of his fingers to re-invade mine. Apparently, he has something in mind, because his cock is hard again.
"Want to fuck again?" I ask.
"Yeah, but how about some of that porn you were watching first."
We spin the wide upholstered chair around. I drop in the seat to work the controls and he bare ass straddles the thick padded arm. I pick out a video just for him: bears in a three way. My cock is aching and his saliva is working just fine for lube. I got my right fist wrapped tight around "Little Dave" and just start jerking as the guys on the screen do the "pig on a stick" thing. It's hot. Jeb's ass is right there, inches away. His ass cheeks are pried wide open by the thick furry arm of chair. I could just lift his right thigh with my left hand with my right guide the head of my cock? Damn! I shot my load right then.
We laughed about it. Jeb had to leave early in the morning before his buddies wondered why his truck was parked at the coffee shop so early and I had to rest up and then go back to studying.