Priapus

PRIAPUS: Seven short adventures by Billy Jay Dee (These stories are based on the true adventures of a married bisexual man.)

Chapter 1: Paul's Untrampled Tranquility

Paul stretched out his naked left arm and placed the folded flannel shirt on the conveniently located branch of the pine that shaded them. The new born sun spewed hot shafts of light into the meadow before him. The wet grass steamed in its embrace.

Somewhere a bird twittered, but nothing trampled the tranquility of the moment or disturbed the grass. Well, nothing except Sam's face sliding back and forth on his six-inch schlong and the sounds of hungry slurping. Paul's pants laid at his ankles making him appear totally naked in the rising sun. Sam was fully dressed on his knees before the younger taller man.

What a perfect way to start the day. And the best part of having Sam as a playmate was he enjoyed getting his face fucked. His thick moustache and bushy goatee made a great cushion to bounce a beer belly and hanging balls on. Sam had one hand playing with the taller man's ass (he liked that) while the other hand's thumb and finger stroked the shaft.

The bottom's tongue rolled the head of Paul's rod around inside the cave of his words. The sun stirred the air above and the air lifted the scented pollen off the pines curtaining the still meadow. Paul sucked it deep into his lungs as he gasped in delight.

Paul leaned down, and with arms outstretched put his whole weight on the modern day satyr's stout shoulders.

"Oh, yeah, just like that, buddy."

Then he started rolling his hips as erotic scenes rolled through his mind's eyes floating wistfully above the lush green park before him. He mumbled encouragement as his balls started rapping the bottom's goatee and his belly slammed the satyr's face.

A stubby finger tentatively prods his ass.

"Oh yeah!" Paul shouted to the mountain above which echoed back with encouragement. As Paul's pounding became more brutal, the satyr placed his free hand on the fairer man's thighs for bracing and let Paul's hands keep his head in place for the repeated assaults.

Paul liked the experienced cocksucker's complacency, liked that finger up his ass.

"Oh yeah," he moaned again.

He bent his knees and pulled the head in his crotch into the perfect position for a rapid ramming. His ardent fellator complied and let Paul shove his stiffening rod to the back of throat.

"Oh, yeah. Oh yeah." Paul muttered over and over. He pulled the curly black head tight in against his cock and unloaded deep inside.

"What a way to start the day!"

Chapter 2: Ricky's Rumpus Room

Right in back of the men's upstairs bathroom, a door provides access to the water heater, but that bathroom is often used. The janitor's closet is out as a locale for clandestine sex because it's in the middle of a large open office area. There are no back rooms, not even a little used storeroom attached to the main office. There are a few private offices, but Bill and Ricky couldn't use them without drawing attention to themselves.

There is however, the little used main warehouse across town. Bill had to lug equipment in and out of there on a weekly basis. Ricky, the new guy in the office, got stuck overseeing the contract used to rent the place. Nothing odd about them being there at the same place.

"What're you doing Bill?" the taller black man asked.

"Putting equipment back." answered the tall Swede wearing a flannel shirt.

"You all need some help?" Ricky asked with practiced voice.

Bill handed him a few swivels. They were the cleanest of his equipment and least inclined to spoil the other man's expensive winter coat. One in flat black shoes and the other in cowboy boots, the two men climbed the stairs, deposited the rigging on the appropriate shelves, and then Bill lead the way.

It was an out-of-the-way office in the mostly abandoned warehouse. Anyone walking by, not that anyone did, would think it a closet. Bill pushed open the door, then stepped back so Ricky could enter. He actually had to guide him in. A little "oh" escaped the newcomer's lips. Bill turned on a dim desk lamp and closed the door behind them.

"Aren't you worried someone will hear us?"

"Not if you stop talking and start..."

Bill's thin dry lips pressed into Ricky's large wetly erotic lips. He grabbed the lapels of the other's down coat and pulled the black man closer. Ricky was a wet kisser. That settled, Bill's calloused right hand reached beneath the heavy winter coat and felt through the soft fabric of his slacks for Ricky's cock. Bill broke from the kiss with a smothered laugh.

"Oh, you are ready to go!"

With that he leaned back and started unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt.

"Honey, we shouldn't undress," growled the black man. "Just in case. Turn around and drop your drawers. I'll do the rest."

Bill complied, his belt less pants hitting the floor noiselessly. Hands out he leaned forward against the wall opposite the desk. Ricky raised his shirt tail to view a round white butt ready for ramming. Over his shoulder Bill could barely see the kinky pubic hairy sticking out from under Ricky's dress shirt, the balls hidden below in the darkness of his thighs, his cock tenting the dress shirt above.

Large black hands pulled Astroglide out of the coat pocket. In the semi-dark Bill heard and smelled Ricky fumble with the lube one handed. A second later Ricky's long fingers pried Bill's ass cheeks apart allowing the lubed up forefinger to enter. Bill made no sound, but his smile assured Ricky.

Two fingers were a little more painful, but the white guy rode them gleefully in a very short time. Then came the tug-of-war as his big toothy grin and his gooey hand tried to tear open the condom. It took both the large man's hands to roll it on and the same pair to force his slicked up 8 inches into Bill's waiting backside.

The ensuing grunt was somewhere between a gasp and a sigh. Bill hid the pain from Ricky by turning his face to the wall. The coat wearing top was too busy staring heavenward in delight.

A guttural "Oh!" escaped Ricky's thick drooling lips. As his hips began rocking back and forth the "oh" turned into a truncated howl with each thrust. Each howl growing loader than the last as his black dick grew harder. As pain gave way to pleasure Bill realized that the guys working down stairs might eventually hear this.

"Ricky!" he admonished.

"Sorry man. I'm a howler."

Bill bent over even more to find something in the desk draw, then turned back to the bigger man. The thick black rod popped out of the tight hole eliciting a gasp from Bill and "ah" from Ricky.

"Bite this." It was a pencil. Ricky obeyed. Bill kicked out of his pants and cowboy boots. Then ducking under the overhanging cupboard he scooted under on his back, until he was resting comfortable on the desk. Ricky lifted the bottoms left leg and forced his thick rod back in.

With Bill's ankle on his right shoulder, Ricky went back to rocking his rod in and out of the tight ass, his howls turned into hisses of joy by the pencil. The sweet aroma of sweat wafted out of Ricky's coat. He rested his tottering head against the overhanging cabinets to brace himself and started pulling Bill towards him with each lunge of his cock.

He salivated like crazy, his drool dripping onto Bill's bare smooth chest. One of Bill's hands was playing with the nearest nipple and stroking the stubble field of kinky hair on Rick's chest.

The excited irregular thrusts moved Bill further under the overhanging cabinets and Ricky didn't have enough leverage on the one leg to pull him out.

Ricky spit out the pencil. "Get down on the floor, darling," the 6'7" black man requested. "All fours."

His own pants fell , his belt or something hit the garbage can and now half naked, he squatted over Bill's ass and penetrated him from above. Bill grunted in pain this time.

"Sorry, darling. You'll be okay. Okay?" Ricky asked without really meaning it. He grabbed the underside of the desk and started driving his full weight in and out of Bill's hole, driving deeper than ever before.

Bill started stroking his short limp cock below. "No, sugar. No, wait until I'm done." Prying Bill's right hand out and pressing it to the floor with his big black hand on top.

"Here, I come honey. Here I come." Ricky's thighs clamped onto Bill's body to hold the quivering bottom in place, while waiting for relief. The jism came in waves, each accompanied by Ricky's body's trembling groan. Bill could feel his love canal getting juicer.

When Ricky got his breath back, he asked Bill to come. They lay on their sides, spooning, Ricky's big black cock still wedge way up Bill's behind. They took turns jerking his dick until he complied with Ricky's request with two spasms of white cum on the floor.

As they crawled up off the floor and started putting their pants on, Bill noticed the condom all ready in the garbage can.

"Honey," Ricky whispered. "I've got to go clean up now. But we've got to make this a regular thing, okay?"

Chapter 3: I'm Going to Call you 'Ill

"I'm going to call you 'Ill," I slurred.

"Why's that?" he asked with that grin that always seemed to grace his face when I was around. He stared at me straight on, his pointed chin and pointed nose down, showing off his buzz cut.

"Well, originally when we met, I thought your name was Bill Gates. Hence you are buying the tequila tonight." There'd been 5 shots of Jose Cuervo lined up for me when I met him in the lounge of our hotel. "Of course, your name is Gill Bates. But I have Bill Gates in my head, so I always screw it up. I'll just call you 'Ill and that will solve everything."

"You can call me anything you want, buddy. Just don't call me late for dinner -- or sex. Speaking of which...I'm buying you dessert, too. Anything your heart desires."

"Nah.," I objected.

"No, no. It's just the new guy's way of saying thanks. Your friendship has meant more to me than you will ever know." I almost teared up at that. "What's your fave?"

Somehow, I let slip my fondness for Kahlua and cream. I might have also mentioned the aphrodisiacal affects it had on me. Kahlua and cream came with my Black-Forest dessert. 'Ill shared it with me. Feeding me with his own fork. His piercing steel-blue eyes stayed on mine, ignoring the looks and movements of everyone else in the dining room. The Kahlua and cream kept on coming.

"I hear you are going back to college?"

At which point he let me ramble on and on about the degree I intended to get in classical studies and my interest in Greek mythology.

"Tell me some stories about Aphrodite," he requested. Which I did with him warming to the tale of she and Ares caught in the net and the other male gods getting to enjoy the show. Priapus got mentioned somewhere in there and I had to tell all about the scarecrow that doubled as a dildo. Then Ganymede and Zeus. Achilles and Patroculus.

Gill giggled throughout, but his eyes gleamed with each telling. He'd pat me on the back or slap me on the thigh at all the best parts. There's nothing like an appreciative audience to get me going.

He regaled me with a tale about getting caught with a honey, him and one other guy, when the rest of the fraternity came home early from the game. So, with a little tickling I bragged about me, the manager and the waitress behind the salad bar.

Gill straightened out the fabric in his crotch. "It's time to go. They want to close."

I had a hard time navigating through the chairs and tables in the lounge and Gill gladly hugged me to his side to keep me up right. In the elevator I fell back against the wall, pulling him atop me. His face smashed into mine, nose to nose, lips to lips. He laughed. I laughed. He bent his lips to mine, I pulled his head closer.

The doors parted. He parted our embrace with a fake jab with his right and tickle to my ribs with his left. His right arm held me up as we advanced on his room, his left grabbed at my balls and gave them a shake, pinched around in search of my nipples, gave me a wet willy and slid his middle finger in and out of my mouth, jokingly.

He unlocked the door, held it open with his right hand and pushed my ass in with his left, drilling for my hole in the process.

"Damn you are fine," he muttered in the dark. With his left hand in the small of my back, he pulled my crotch into his while his right hand searched out my face and index finger marked his place up on my lips.

"Everyone must want you! What a great body!"

His lips advanced on mine. His right hand kept my head in place. His left hand went back to feeling for my asshole thru the denim.

"Yeah!" he shouted as he broke from out kiss with a gasp.

"Here," and he ripped my shirt over my head.

As my hands fell back down, his muscular shoulders were already bare. He worked my belt loose, unbuckled my pants, yanked my fly open, his left hand snaked down the crack of my ass, his right grabbed my chin and his tongue dove for my throat.

"Ain't this fun! I know everyone at work wants to do this with you. Come on!"

In the dark he grabbed my hand and skipped to the queen size bed. I think he was squatting barefoot on the bed; I fell dizzily on my back. He lifted my right arm while holding onto my pants with his left. His little pink tongue found my arm pit. I screamed jokingly and tried to wiggle away.

His tongue next found my left nip and I wiggled even more, only succeeding in wiggling out of my pants. I could hear Gill digging around in the bed stand in the dark, maybe taking off his pants. All I really heard was how much fun we were going to have. How much he'd been looking forward to spending time with me. How manly I was.

He slid between my legs. His shoulders rolled my knees up towards mine as his tongue made it's way from my cock to my lips.

"You are going to be so much fun."

I knew his cock was trying to get in my ass, but my whirling head was overwhelmed by his tongue in my mouth, his shoulders pinning me to the bed, the smothered giggles coming from our mouths' embrace, our bodies wrestling around on the bed.

I didn't notice until he was all the way in and beginning to fuck me. The last of the Kahlua took effect about then and the tequila caught up with me. I woke to Gill spooning me, with his cock still up my ass. He said we did it three times. We've definitely done it that many times since that night -- and I remember the feeling much better.

Chapter 4; Alex Hunting Love

"Bill! What were you doing out there ashivering at 4:30 in the morning?"

"Didn't want my wife waking up when this rattle trap old Volkswagen van of yours came around the corner. So, I took my shotgun, duck decoys and pack out front under the eaves of the house, to wait."

"Jeesus! Your teeth still chattering? I should have given you this when you got in the van. Spread your legs. Got them nice and wide? Let me check. Hold still. Here you go. A nice warm thermos of coffee all for you."

"You want some, Alex?"

"Nah, finished off a pot before I came to get you."

"Wow! Lot more then just coffee here!"

"It's Kahlua, you love that, I know. Down that first cup. That'll warm you up. Let me help tip that cup for you.. Chug a lug, chug a lug, buddy. Damn!"

"What?"

"I'm not trying to hit on you, Bill, but, damn, I am so horny. I got to adjust my shorts."

"Roads kind of rough, Alex. You need a hand with the wheel while you are playing with that thing?"

"Yeah, you can give me a hand alright. Ha ha! Yeah, take the wheel, so I can unbuckle my pants. Yeah, I can stroke this thing with one hand and drive with the other."

"Looks like it might be best with two hands on that thing," I said, staring at the long fleshy tube poking upward from his open fly. "Just past this rise, there's a little overgrown road on the right. Why don't you drive in there a bit and shut off the engine?"

"Hey, you got your hand on my leg, why don't you get to it, while I'm driving?" Alex said, his husky voice betraying the sexual thrill he was feeling." I wrapped my hand around the thick, hot hunk of meat, feeling it twitch with excitement.

"Whoa! T'aint much road. Okay, we're here and I'm turning off the lights."

"Now what, Alex? You want me to just keep pulling on your cock?"

"Remember that trip we made to Juneau together? How we made out on the ferry on the way up there? I took my hands and put them over your ears like this and turned your head and told you I loved you and kissed...like that. Then turned your head and ... like that. And then kissed... you...for... a...very... long... time....

"Sorry buddy, this ain't doing it. I'm still horny. Remember that time after the hot tub when we were taking a shower and you got down on your knees cause you thought I wanted a blow job? Remember that?"

"Yeah."

"Let me scoot my pants down to my knees and turn in the seat, because this time I want that blowjob. I know you want to do it. Come on. It's kind of dark, I'll guide your head over. Pull your pants down, so I can play with your little dick too. Oh yeah, Bill . Oh yeah. Whole thing in your mouth. I love that. Oh, oh, I love you licking the shaft, too."

"Mmmm....." It was all I could respond with that fat hot cock deep in my mouth.

"Oh buddy, oh buddy, Bill, I love you. Know what though, I can barely play with your cock in this position. Let's get in the back. I'm taking off my pants. You, too.

"We can get on these sleeping bags I laid out. What a buddy! Lick that thing. Yeah, yeah. I'm going to drag your ass around here. I'm going to slick up my hand with Astroglide and massage your balls and cock at the same time.

"...Like that? I know what you really like. I'll finger fuck you. Yeah, you love that. And I love you Bill. This is great, but this ain't doing it. I'm still horny.

"The only way, I'll be happy is in you. We've got little dicks, it won't hurt at all. Come on, we'll take off all our clothes and get in these sleeping bags I zipped together.

"On your back. On your back, buddy. Oh, fuck, you are so hot! I'll kneel down here, put your knees on my shoulders and ease in. I'm so tiny, you probably won't feel it. Oh, oh, that feels so good. It's okay, buddy. I'll take it easy. Okay, okay. Hey, I'm fucking you. You've wanted this right?"

"Right!" I said, giving my ass to him as I've fantasized about so many times while jacking off in the shower.

"Let me hug you. Don't squirm so much okay? Oh, oh, this feels good. Oh Bill, that tongue in my ear. You know that drives me crazy. Oh, man, what a tight ass. Oh!"

"What?"

"Knees are starting to kill me. Lay back. I'll assume the position, like they say and so some push ups on you. Like that? Like me doing squat thrusts into you? Not really. I'm being silly. Damn, wish I threw a mattress in here."

"Let's change positions."

"What?"

"Get on your back and I'll slide down your pole. Here, let me push it back in. There! now I can just jump up and down on it or grind my dick up against your beer belly. How's that feel?"

"I'm just going to put my hands behind my head and relax. This is great. You've done this before! Oh, oh, I'm going to cum. I don't want to come inside. Lay down beside me and I'll dry hump the crack of your ass. Yeah, yeah, ah!! Hold still, let me slip in the crack, back and forth, back and forth. Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I'm coming, Bill. I'm shooting on your butt."

I could feel the warm spurts of his cum. His big load dripped down my asscheek and onto my balls.

"Ah, oh, that was great. But, I want more. I want you to cum. Cum on my hand.. Come on buddy, I'll put my right arm under your head and left hand under your dick.. Come on shoot for me. Come on! Oh yeah, buddy. I'll put my tongue in your ear that will do it. Good job, buddy. Now look, now look, I'm going to lick it off my hand. You know why?"

"Why...?"

"Because I love you, buddy. I love you."

Chapter 5: Produce Guy

He was a distinguished looking gentleman; tall and broad-shouldered. He looked good in his tweed jacket. His white hairline receded with time exposing a high well-formed forehead and sharp attentive eyes. His round face accented by a white goatee carried a bemused expression.

His grocery cart held cold medicine, 7-Up, tissue, and orange sherbet. He was headed towards the bananas when the back of the produce guy caught his eye. The taller produce guy wore a tight gray uniform, stretching from his impossibly wide shoulders and muscular upper arms to narrow waist, then cut to show off his tight ass and thick thighs, clinging tightly the length of his long legs.

Tan immaculate hands moved produce from his cart to the display. As Simpson and cart approached, the produce guy turned: a square dimpled chin, 5 o'clock shadow (it was around 5) sparkling light blue eyes and a shock of shorn chestnut hair on his head just beginning to show curl.

"You're, you're ..." Simpson stuttered out.

"The produce guy." The other finished with a wink while pointing at the title on his nametag. Underneath was written "Ted". He glanced about knowingly to let Simpson know to be discreet.

Simpson reached for the bell peppers as his fingers admired their firm flesh his well modulated voice continued sotto voce.

"I must say, the photo in your escort ad does not do you justice, 'Ted'. Nor does it represent your obvious intelligence and charm."

"Nor does your photo, Dr. Simpson."

Simpson's eye rose slowly, eyelids aflutter, one eyebrow raised in question. "I read your recent piece in American Journal of Philology about Machaon healing Menelaus. Humor in Homer! Who could have guessed!"

"You're a classicists? I mean, thank you." Simpson `s eyes had popped open big in pleasant surprise, he seemed unable to speak. Ted began to, but Simpson held up his hand requesting a pause.

"As a matter of fact there is a symposium at the university tomorrow and I'm reading that paper. My wife won't be able to attend," he said indicating the medicinal contents of his shopping cart. "So if you'd like, you can go as my guest," he finished in a rush.

Ted took his turn at looking pleasantly surprised. "A symposium among classicists. Shall I wear my toga?"

"Well, the English department joins us for this dinner, so we had to go modern. I'll be wearing a tux."

"Then so shall I."

"I'll pick you up," Simpson blushed at the expression "The university is sending a car for me."

The next evening went off like a dream for Simpson. Ted met them outside the club he'd given as an address.

"A limousine? Wow! And don't you fill out that tuxedo nice," Ted smiled.

Entering the banquet hall, Ted's height, physique and physical charm caught the attention of all the women and a good portion of the men. Everyone assumed he was one of Simpson's grad students. He was introduced by Simpson as a friend with mutual interest in classical mythology.

Ted observed that they were seated at the head table and Simpson, blushing, admitted he was the guest of honor. They sat with thighs touching the whole evening. The reading of the paper was a big hit and generated lively discussion. Simpson claiming concern for his sick wife at home, arranged for him and Ted to leave early.

"It's been a special night for you, Dr. Simpson," Ted commented.

"And I'm hoping it's just begun," the older man replied slyly.

He instructed the driver to head for the "Old Mill Room," part of the Boar's Head Resort and at the same time slipped Ted his usual fee, in crisp hundreds. Ted offered to buy the first round as they sat. Simpson excused himself momentarily and then was back, pressing a room key into the pocket of Ted's tux. Not too much later they slipped from the bar, slipped the card-key in the door and slipped into the room.

"Now, it's my turn to excuse myself."

Ted headed to the bathroom, while Simpson fiddled with the lighting and doffed his jacket. As he paced back and forth in front of the curtains, he realized that Ted had left the bathroom door open. He heard the shower running, and he felt the steam tumbling into the room.

By the time he worked up the nerve to go look, Ted was out of the shower. Droplets still clung to the curly chest hair fronting his muscular chest and rippled abdomen. A broad hand stroked the thick cotton towel across his manhood.

He was staring dreamily at the floor. The awed look on Simpson's face caught Ted by surprise. He dropped the towel, shook his wet head with a laugh, and stretched out his hands to grasp the shower curtain rod, thereby showing off this muscular arms.

"Let's make this a special night for you."

Simpson was still speechless before such naked beauty. The nine incher on his escort was already getting hard. Ted grabbed him by the suspenders to pull him closer, but Simpson had something else in mind.

The distinguished gentleman dropped to his knees and began licking the clear water droplets off Ted's brown pubic hair and impressive member. Breathing deep, Simpson lunged upon Ted's rod, trying to "deep throat" it. The back of his throat literally bounced off the hardening shaft. After gasping for air, he joined Ted's good-natured laughter.

"Let me try that. I'm a trained professional."

Ted's strong arms pulled Simpson to his feet. Right hairy right hand slid into the middle of the professors back, his left hand lifted behind the professor's knees and Simpson found himself being carried to the bed. Once there, Simpson frantically fumbled with his cummerbund, much to Ted's amusement, until he had it off and his pants open. The professor had an admirable thick eight incher, which Ted promptly went down on. Cupping the long balls in his left hand and holding the shaft erect with his thumb, he expertly took the whole thing into his mouth and throat.

"Ah!" Simpson sighed giving up on the struggle to free his ankles from the pants. Ted took care of undressing the older man completely as he continued the expert blow job. Simpson got a peak of the nine incher being stroked against the bed with each stroke down of Ted's mouth. The cock was hard and glistening with pre-cum. The index finger of Ted's right hand began playing around Simpson's hole.

"I should mention I'm a virgin," the professor said with only a shadow of trepidation. Ted responded with a wink and kept on sliding his lips up and down that white slab of meat. He fiddled with Simpson's balls a bit, slid a finger in the entrance of the virgin ass.

The next thing Simpson knew, "You're sucking my balls and cock at the same time! I want you to bust my cherry tonight!"

Ted let Moby pop from his mouth. He grinned that all too charming grin, crawled up the bed so their lips could met.

As their lips parted, Ted sighed, "Dr. Simpson, lie on your side."

The professor complied. The escort began dry humping the the smooth round ass, using only the pre-cum for lube. Both his arms were wrapped around the bottom-to-be. His manly hands were well lubed, one stroking the classicist's cock and the other working his hole. In all the action and excitement the professor could smell himself breaking into a sweat, but Ted was cool, calm, passionate and persistent.

They'd already worked up to two fingers with no pain, when Ted asked, "You ready?"

In a dreamy voice the doctor begged for it. Ted rolled on one of the condoms from the nightstand and scooted in closer. Simpson cleared his voice nervously. Ted when back to massaging Simpson's knotted back muscles and dry humping his ass. As Simpson's "oh's" and "ah's" got more encouraging, Ted lifted his knees against the back of the professors knees forcing him into the fetal position, opening up his ass more.

Ted pressed the head of his long curved cock in the hole and left it there, offering words of encouragement and promising not to rush things. Simpson gasped, but assured the bigger man that everything was fine. Ted never hurried or thrusted. He just provided constant pressure until his big cock eased in with a thumb.

"So, this is what it feels like," Simpson panted.

"It gets a lot better."

With that Ted's long frame began to ease his cock further up and then back inside the professor. Breaking his ass in slow, urging on the primordial juices, hinting at things to come, never taking his thrusts too far or too rapid.

"That's feeling good," Simpson assured him.

"Then let me show you what it's really like to get fucked in the ass."

With that he turned Simpson's face to the mattress and forced his shoulders that way too, leaving his not quite so virgin ass up in the air and exposed. Ted mounted up and started taking longer thrusts, sliding further this way and that until Simpson shouted encouragement.

"Okay, let's roll you on your back now," suggested the pro.

Ted pulled Simpson right leg up and over, turning the amateur 180 degrees below him. He moved the doctor's legs into a certain position. He lowered his heavenly tan and hairy chest upon the white field of chest hair below. His lips reached for those below. His thick, experienced rod began to pound the surface once more with lightning strokes.

Dr. Simpson was going to remember this moment for years to come. His arms rose up to embrace Ted. Ted's muscular arms pushed down into the bed and wrapped themselves around Simpson. Simpson felt himself sinking to the mattress, felt himself engulfed by their passion, felt the hardness of his own white rod waving between them, the pleasure in his ass.

It was almost an out of body experience.

"Oh my God!" he gasped.

"What?" Ted asked knowingly, his cock still steady pounding Simpson's butt.

"I can't believe it! I've read this in porn stories! Oh, my God! I'm cumming."

Chapter 6: Uncle Gene

"Gull durn! My back is flaring up on me," he ruffed, as he gave me a wink they didn't see.

Uncle Eugene reckoned on getting out of dinner at his mother-in-law's. Or maybe coming up with an excuse to be alone with me. Uncle Gene wasn't actually my uncle, you know. He was my dad's best buddy and according to my mom and nana, the cutest guy in the senior class. He'd always been big (even before the arthritis) with Latin looks, an easy smile and a solid frame.

"I probably couldn't have sat thru the whole thing anyway," he sighed adjusting the pillows under his arthritic back.

I'd known Uncle Gene and his family my entire life. My brother and I spent weekends with them when we were in grade school. We shared a room with our Cousin Scott.

One visit, I don't know where my brother was, but Scott and I decided to play "you show me yours and I'll show you mine" Scott never heard his father behind him. Uncle Gene was on his way down the hall towards the bathroom. He laid his thick index finger across his lips; telling me to keep quite a while, and then watched as we stroked one another's "boyhood" and played with our hairless balls.

He gave me a wink and walked away only to return noisily. He pulled me aside later and gave me a lecture on sex. Said it was okay to check things out, but to only do it with friends, not strangers or adults. As to what he saw, that would be our little secret.

He still wore his thin white bathroom when we talked. At the end he lifted his knee up casual like revealing the dark alley of his golden thighs, his goose egg size balls rolling on the couch where he sat, his thick. purple-headed dick flinching on a bed of curly black pubic hair.

He put his leg down after I got an eyeful and reminded me; no strangers or adults. Then he winked and was on his way.

"No, you all go on and go. Bill can stay and keep me company. He doesn't know any of those people anyway."

It was Christmas break, my freshman year of college. I doubt if many of those folks would have recognized me. I stood at maximum height of 6'1", flaming red hair, a respectable start on a patriarchal beard, an albino white body covered in copper colored hair, and a wild look in my blue eyes.

I was still a bean pole, but my cock was thick, hard and nine inches long. Yeah, I could keep Uncle Gene company. As oldest of the cousins, it seemed like I was always the one appointed to help him with the manly tasks around the house and at dinner parties. His thanks was always a wink or a sip of his kahlua and cream. Nothing more. But I was an adult now and "no strangers and no adults" didn't apply any more.

When I got done helping load our share of the pot luck dinner into the car and got Aunt Barb and my folks packed in I found him still in his bed. Only there were drinks for each of us.

"I thought they'd never leave. Help out of this pajama top, will you?"

He rolled back and forth a bit as I pulled it over his head. He was still as handsome as every. Heavier, of course and his hairline had receded "thanks to his wife's tight nightgowns." That was his joke. But, he still had that easy smile and Latin charm. He had a respectable stand of black hair on his brown chest. I sat on the bed next to him. He handed me a kahlua and cream, "Cheers!"

Then an awkward moment followed as we both tried to figure out how to do it. They wouldn't be gone all that long.

"Well, I know what you are thinking," Gene said, his broad brown hand grasping my bony shoulder, which was kind of amazing because I didn't know what I was thinking at that moment. "How's that old guy get any pussy, as big and bummed up as he is?"

I smiled and laughed soundlessly. I shook my head but didn't exactly deny that had crossed my mind.

"Well, I'm here to tell you that 'little Eugene' works as good as ever. It' s just the back that's out of commission. But, your Aunt hauls a couple of these pillows out from behind me so I lay flat out more, mounts up and away we go."

I must have been blushing purple. Just shook my head laughing.

"You are a good looking guy. You must be getting the girls. Ever do it that way?" I wasn't all that experienced. But, I shared a tale or two. Making sure to leave out a tale or two while I was at it. This conversation was making me hot. My shorts were in a knot and there was no way to hide the fact when I kept adjusting myself.

Uncle Gene didn't say anything, just watched me do it and then winked at me.

"Ever try anal sex?"

Now, I know I was blushing. I also know I had to sit up straighter because my cock was pushing its way past the elastic on my tightie-whites. Had I ever tried it? Shoot, that was about all I ever had!

"Shoot, the wife loves that! During that time of the month, your Aunt takes it up the poop shoot and even cums doing it."

I had to lift the hem of my shorts so "little Billy" could peak out.

"Got a big one, huh? I ain't seen it since you were little. Help me get my pajama' off would you. It's hot under these covers."

He tossed back the white quilt and began squirming out of his pajama bottoms. There was no mistaking the wet spot on the sheer fabric nor that stiff big brown cock poking thru the slit in the front.

"Hello, little Eugene." I chuckled as I leaned over my uncle to help pull the fabric off his buttocks and down his long brown legs. I heard it slap against Uncle Gene's able belly as it came clear of the waist band.

"Little Eugene says hi back." He pushed that long thin shaft till it was aimed at me and then let it snap back again. "And if you noticed, he ain't so little." I suppose he expected some smart alecy reply, but I was too busy staring and to my embarrassment drooling.

"Let's see what you got." I pulled open my button fly britches and started to show him what I got. "Hey now. Here I am all laid out butt naked. Only fair you be naked too."

I pulled my stripped tee off over my head. "Nice chest full of hair. Let me rub my hand thru it." Which he did, taking the liberty of pressing his thumb against the head of my cock which was peeking out of my shorts and just oozing pre-cum. He was stroking himself with his left hand.

"Let's see Bill." I dropped "trou" and his hand swooped in to grasp my thick, hard, nine inches. "Feels just like a big rhubarb curved stem; wider than it is thick. Just like your dad."

I'm been dying to ask this for years. "You and my dad ever do this sort of thing?"

"Oh, yeah, all the time when we were kids. Of course, he always wanted to be on top."

"I wouldn't mind playing Aunt Barb," I said taking a sip of my sweet sticky drink. He already had the lube out and was greasing up. I straddled his girth with my long skinny legs and settled on that thing. "Little Eugene" wasn't as long as "Little Billy" but it's thinness made it look long and it was going places that hadn't been filled in a couple of months. "Oh, good, Bill!" He looked almost in as much pain as I, but then again he was smiling too. I started gliding up and down that solid steel shaft. "Oh Bill." he uttered with a shiver in his voice that told me he wouldn't be long in cumming. I kept bouncing up and down nice and easy, so as to not throw out his back.

My butt juices were flowing and no more lube was necessary. Uncle Gene had some more lube in his hand though and he was stroking my rhubarb. That was feeling good, but I was a long ways from coming. Not him.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

His broad hands pressed my thighs down on his and he held me in place while he unloaded in smiles and groans. When his breathing returned to normal and he could talk, he told me "Thanks, Bill. It's been a while. Did you enjoy that?"

Rather than wait for an answer he went back to stroking "Little Billy" and rubbing my hairy chest.

"I sure did," I sipped on my drink, groaning appreciatively as he stroked my cock and my ass wallowed in the wetness of his softening dick.

"Well, Bill, I want to know if you are as good as your old man down there. Why don't you shove a couple of pillows under my ass and let's see if we can introduce 'Little Billy' into a place only your dad has been before."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I rolled those pillows up under his ass, bent his knees back a little out of the way and pushed that big purple head on my wide dick into the sweaty crack of his large brown ass. I took it slow cause of his back and he had to redirect where I put his legs sometime, but I kept the pressure on. In a little bit my copper pubs were clutching at his iron black thatch.

Truth be told, his butt was so big, that it was mostly his cheeks that were squeezing my joy toy. But they were doing the job just fine. And the head of my dick and the few inches in his hole seem to be doing it for him, cause something was oozing out of his whipped dick.

I have a hard time restraining myself once I get it in there. I don't know if we had the pillow just right for his back, or he was determined not to complain and ruin our first time. Either way I was up on my knees giving it to the that big brown boy and he was telling me how good I was.

It felt like I shot a gallon when I finally came. I was thanking him and telling him how good it was, half leaning over his sprawled frame when we heard the car pull up.

"Shit! What are we going to do?" I groaned, looking at the wreck we'd made of his bed and mess we'd made of his sheets.

"Get dressed Bill. Just get dressed." As I complied, Uncle Gene poured his drink on the floor, slipped out of bed and into the nearby shower. "Grab the sheets and clothes. Put them in the washing machine and start it."

"Hello," came Aunt Barb's voice as I headed to the basement with the laundry.

"Barb! Can you come help me!" he whined from the shower.

I was out of earshot by then, but heard all about how he'd spilled his drink all over himself and the bed, how I'd been such a saint to help my crippled old uncle into the shower and even had the mess half cleaned up by the time they got home.

Chapter 7: Seventeen

"Seventeen. Yep. I ate seventeen of the things. And you know, after I finished my coffee I think I could have finished a couple of pancakes. That guy makes some pretty good ones. Crustee's mix I think. Well you probably don't care about that. Anyhow..."

Rod continued with a shake of his head and lift of his pointed chin. He fiddled with his portable "ipod stereo" before continuing. He'd sworn the battery would last the 45 minutes they had to wait for their ride. I put on country western music to please Bill.

"That's how I got stuck with the handle of 'Seventeen'."

"And all this time I thought it was the length of your cock."

Rod jumped back in his chair, his blue eyes suddenly wide, his feet pushed off the floor and lifted his knees to meet the down stroke of his open palms. At the sound of the ensuing slap his jaw fell open, a choked "Ah!" popped out along with a toothy smile. His drawn sun-burnt face blushed bright red. His eyes watered up. His right hand slapped his thigh again as he tried to regain his breath.

Still blushing he took his eyes from his companion and stared at the ground while admitting, "Shoot, Bill, if that was the case, I'd be a big time porn star in Hollywood."

He grinned at his own joke.

"Most people think I act like I'm 17."

"Well, you've got the energy of a 17 year old. I know you can work concrete 17 hours a day."

Bill waited for the compliments' effect, and then added. "And when you are trapped in the office, I've seen you drink 17 cups of coffee in one morning. Boy, you are always on step."

"Gotta keep up, Bill. Don't want people thinking I'm slacking on the job."

"Well, as fast as you talk, work and walk in the woods, when you're fucking you must cum in a matter of seconds."

Again Rod's jaw fell open. Again he looked away with a smile. "I ain't got no complaints in that area."

Rod was in his mid twenties, all sinewy from a life of hard work; thin with broad shoulders and sledge like fists, long gangly legs that carried him easily. His face was always smiling which belied the intensity of his eyes and normal tightness of his thin lips.

"What you say?"

"I haven't had in complaints in that department." he said standing, adjusting himself in the process.

"You got something to brag about in those 'Kick Ass' jeans?"

Rod wasn't blushing any more. He simply struggled knowingly, letting his suspenders lift the loose fitting jeans that hung on his slim frame. He glanced out the window of the little shack giving them shelter from the weather. The shack stored the logger's unused chainsaws. A couple of barkless logs stood suspended in the air a couple feet of the ground with slits where they inserted their long, well-oiled bars.

The dirt floor was covered with bar oils and spruce shavings. The boat coming to get them probably hadn't left Papke's Landing yet and they'd be able to hear any logging trucks intending to drop loads here.

Bill pulled off his "Four Stages of Tequila" tee shirt as he stood and dropped it in the chair. His pants fell shortly after. "Is it bigger than this?" he asked stretching out his six incher.

Rod stared at the older man intently, his eyes glassing over. He wore an old, thin, provocative "Alaska Bush Pilot" tee-shirt, which laid close to his naked skin and moved with the slight heaving of his chest. "Come see for yourself."

Bill hopped over as fast as his dirt dragging Levi's would allow. He unbuttoned the button on Rod's pants, found the zip and pulled it down. He could see a growth down the right pant's leg. He looked from the treasure at hand and into Rod's eyes.

His hands rose to the once red suspenders, slid underneath and slid them off his bony shoulders. Bill's eye's fell as the pants did, revealing a "beer can". That is to say a cock the length and roundness of a beer can. Bill's right hand grabbed it and began to stroke it as his left did the same at home.

"That's amazing! You can get this thing in somebody's hole?"

"I've gotten it in several somebodies' holes," Rod affirmed in a deepened guttural voice.

Bill stacked his cock atop Rod's and began to stroke them both.

"Okay, that's about enough of that."

"Yeah," Bill agreed continuing to stroke. "Don't want to look like a faggot."

"I'm not a faggot," Rod replied, lost in the moment, as he cock grew harder.

"Then you won't mind me doing this."

Bill dropped his knees to the dirt floor and glommed onto the wide pinkish head of Rod's rod.

"That's cool. A willing mouth is a willing mouth."

Bill let the just the head of that beer can slide in an out of his face. His features were stretched by the tension like a big yawn. His bristly gray moustache turned straight out. His eye watered with the effort. But each stroke of Rod's bony hips were met by a thrust of Bill's face, as he tried to ease the big cock further and further down his throat.

"Yeah, that's pretty good, Bill..."

Opening his jaws even wider, Bill eased his face on the thick round rod, licked his lips and said, "Think you can do better."

"Well..."

Bill rose. Rod dropped to his knees. Rod slurped up Bill's dick in one movement of his jaw. His tongue worked the purplish head, while his right hand rolled and played with Bill's loose nuts. Appreciative "ah's" escaped Bill's thin lips. Rod's left hand reached around to cup Bill's right asscheek and then started searching for the entrance of his man-pussy.

Bill gasped as Rod sucked in first one and then the other of his balls. Open-mouthed Rod worked his long pointed jaw around Bill's genitals!

"You're sucking 'em all at once! Oh, my God!"

Another gasp escaped the older man's mouth as Rod's right hand slipped around him and began prying apart his ass cheeks to give the roaming index finger of his left hand better access. Breathless, Bill slumped over a bit, leaning on the shoulder of the energetic younger man. Rod had now worked two fingers up Bill's poop-chute.

Shaking his face free of Bill's basket, he said, "You want to see what else I can do?"

"Sure."

Rod stood and reached for his day pack. There was a half-used jar of Vaseline inside. Bill's eyes grew eyes in surprise. His mouth fell open in shock as Rod stared lubing up his "rod."

Rod with eyes aglass said, "What you think Jacks do nights when we are camped out building fish ladders?"

Bill began to shake his head at the "beer can" now pointing straight out. "Yeah, I can. Let me show ya."

So saying, Rod turned the beer bellied bottom around and laid him over one of the naked poles used for sheathing the cutters' tools. He curled a glob of goo around his right point finger and inserted it up Bill's ass.

"Hey, you've done this before."

"You're not the only one that fools around with his best friend."

Two fingers brought on heavy breathing, but no grimace.

Three fingers: Bill panted, but with slow and steady pressure Rod got them all in. "Looks like it's time." Rod slapped another glob of Vaseline on the head of his thick round cock and pressed it up against Bill's hole.

"Now reach back and spread your cheeks."

As Bill helped on that end, Rods left hand pushed his shoulders further towards the floor and with his right around the shaft he pushed. Bill sucked air. "Over more. Let's get your head down more." As Bill's frame rotated forward, Rod kept rolling on over the top of him, Rod's body weight forcing his wrist size tool further in.

With a further gasp and a sudden clearing of his head, Bill realized that Rod was all the way in.

"Now, let's do something about that music."

Bill could feel Rod's weight shift as he reached for the little stereo. He fiddled with the controls until he found dance music.

"This is better for fucking!"

The lanky top then proceeded to pound the beat on Bill's butt there in a tiny shack barely hiding them from the scenic landscape of Southeast Alaska.

"I can't believe it," Bill mumbled.

"Oh, Bill-buddy. It only gets better. Wait until you loosen up."

Bill laid across the thick log his arms dangling down almost to the dusty ground. His ass perched up high and with each stroke getting shoved a little bit further forward and over the log. His boots barely touched the floor and his legs dangled as helpless as his arms on the other side of the naked spruce log.

"Let me change the tunes." Rod fiddled with the equipment and then wedged his own equipment firmly in Bill's ass before helping him slide off the log. Bill now stood bent at the waist, pulling his cheeks apart, mumbling praise and amazement at Rod's performance.

It was a lot longer than 17 minutes when Rod unloosed his load in between Bill's now rosy ass cheeks. He had the bottom's butt licked clean when their boat ride home finally arrived.

THE END