Two Silver Daddies in Ketchikan: Part II
By Billy Jay Dee
I opened the door to the "projector room", flipped on the light and led the rest of the inspection team into the room. Right in front of us stood a construction worker with a digital camera. He held it up in front of his face. As it came down to breast height, he had that "deer in the headlights" look. He was late thirties, handsome and slim, sandy hair beneath his yellow hard hat.
"What's going on?" we asked as the facility manager tried to herd us up the ladder in the ventilation system room.
"Hi, Dave. I was trying to take a photo of the work they want me to do and was getting glare off the overheads," he explained hesitantly.
I had no idea who this guy was as I walked over to him. He kept smiling with that smile that says, "I know you."
"I can probably turn the lights off for a second once everyone is up the ladder," I offered.
It's Dane, supervisor of the crew that remodeled my own office back home. He and I had worked together a couple of times since I'm the building manager. He was always so nice to me -- agreeable with my concerns and flattering in what he said to me. All the other officials and safety officers had climbed up the ladder. I walked back across the room and hit the lights, so Dane could take the picture. Dane snapped a couple of photos. I walked back to say "Hello" before ascending to the floor above. He mentioned that he'd be in my hometown the next day to follow up on the remodel.
"We are nickel and dime-ing you to death on this job."
"It's no bother. I love to go there."
"Well I'm flying there tomorrow, too, so I'll look for you."
Something on his smooth tan handsome feature caught my attention. He was wearing a stud in his cheek. Not something you'd want to do in my conservative hometown. Now I understand why he's always so nice to me. He likes me, really likes me! Not knowing what to say and wondering how we could hook up the next day, I said, "Bye" and headed up the stairs. Almost.
"Hey, Dane, where you staying?" I whispered as I returned to his side.
Making sure no one was watching from above, I laid my hand on his shoulder as I asked the question. He told me, also in a soft voice. Our hotels were close together.
"Want to meet for a drink and dinner?"
"Yes!" was the quick response.
We set a time to meet at my hotel on the north end of town. I hurried to catch up with everyone.
When I walked into the restaurant, Dane sat impatiently upon a bar stool keeping his light blue eyes on the entrances. The cutest smile erupted upon his face at the sight of me. I'm 6'1", two hundred pounds and regularly wear cowboy boots. I'm noticeable when I make an entrance.
Dane wore a white dress shirt. Wow! Did I ever mention to him how much I like that look, or did he just figure it out? He wore faded skin tight jeans and brand new white tennis shoes. No steel stud glistened at the edge of his lip. His cheeks blushed as I walked over to the bar.
"Hey, Dane," I said, as I offered my hand.
"Hey, Dave. I ordered a drink for you."
He'd ordered my favorite cocktail. I would have stood there dumbly with embarrassment written all over my pale face, but it was my favorite cocktail and I was thirsty.
"Thanks, buddy."
"I've been looking forward to this," Dane whispered.
He kept up a line of flattery all through dinner. Any time I returned a compliment, he blushed with delight. The effect was fine on his face. He ordered me drinks and kept them coming. Beneath the table his knee eased in next to mine. It was a tentative touch beneath the table. When I didn't pull away, he pressed in harder. He leaned across the table toward me during dinner. The longing in his light blue eyes turned to icy blue lust.
We both lived out of town and saw no need to put on a show for the locals. We paid the bill and wandered down the carpeted hall to my room. Once inside the door his long slim, calloused, tanned fingers took my face in hand and his slim lips kissed me tenderly.
"I love you, Dave."
"What?" I almost blurted from my mouth, but instead my lips stayed firmly shut and I returned the tender kiss to Dane. That's not the sort of thing you expect to hear from a guy you just picked up in a darkened hallway. Actually, the only guy I can remember ever saying that was my best man. But, the look on Dane's face was so sincere. My shoulders fell as we continued to kiss and all the memories of the fond things he'd said to me over the last few months flooded my brain. As did the sensation created by his narrow pink tongue flickering against mine. When our lips broke he continued:
"I love white dress shirts on you." As he spoke he pulled the tail of my shirt out of my black Wranglers and over my head.
I returned the favor. Light sandy chest hair sparsely covered his tan torso. The few hairs on my torso are touched with gray. We returned to kissing. I spun him in my arms and literally danced us towards the queen size bed with the mottled quilt atop it. He dropped to his knees right before we reached my target and began unbuckling my brown leather belt.
A gasp escaped me as he pried my hard dick out of my tighty whites. He smiled and gazed up to share his delight with me.
"I love how confident you are," he chuckled as he went to work on my cock.
I've got an average six inches, so he could deep throat the whole thing. Soft slurping sounds reached my ear as his mouth slid down from the tip of the head to very near the base. I groaned appreciatively and put my hands on his hard muscled slim shoulders. With his left hand braced against the foot of the bed, his right hand pulled my rod out of his sweet lips and he began to lick the shaft from base to tip.
"I can't believe this is happening," he said with a shake of his head . He returned to sucking my rigid cock. He was face fucking himself and I was glad to help. I leaned over him a little more, put more weight on his shoulders and started moving my hips in to meet his mouth. It felt so good! I so wanted to slam it into Dane, but I restrained myself. My muscles ached to start slamming his handsome face. And if felt so good. With a gasp I realized that it felt too good. I wanted this to last a while. My right hand eased his thin chin off and I bent to kiss his thin lips. I slipped my arms under his armpits and lifted him off the floor. We kissed some more. Our tongues raped one another's mouths.
I dropped to my knees. He slid out of his Dockers, before I could reach for them. The thin forest of sandy hair spread across his flat tan belly to merge with soft pile of slightly darker pubic hair. From that curly bush, an eight-inch cock stood at attention. When he turned to completely undress, he displayed the cutest little white bubble butt I'd ever seen.
"Tan lines?" I mumbled appreciatively on a winter's day in the Alexander Archipelago.
"I hit the tanning booth all I can. Like it?" he asked hopefully.
"Love it," I said reaching for his pre-cum-dripping cock. I admired the tracings of purple veins in the long, thick, pale shaft.
My mouth stretched over the purplish-white head as I reached for the base of his rigid rod. His tan thighs trembled with anticipation.
People passing in the hallway heard his gasp of pleasure. "I can't believe this is happening," he cried again. I looked up to see tears rolling down his tan, smooth-skinned cheeks. "I will do anything for you. What do you want me to do, Dave? I can't believe this is happening!"
"I want you in my ass," I grunted, adding another glob of saliva to his already precum-and-spit-soaked prick.
He pulled me up enough to gently roll me onto the bed. While I shimmered out of my jeans and boots, he stood staring at me with obvious lust and delight. When Dane returned to my arms, he had a small tube of lube in one hand and a couple of condoms in the other. We went back to kissing. He got a glob of lube on his hand and began to stroke my slick six incher.
"You still want it up the ass, Dave?" he asked softly.
I nodded with a smile. As he scooted to the foot of the bed, he began to lift my legs. Dane spread my thighs and bent back my knees. His long smooth tan fingers pried my ass cheeks apparent and his tongue went for my hole. This never does a lot for me, but Dane was so enthused and so wanted to please me. Plus, his wet blandishments did open up my ass, so I leaned back into the pillows and enjoyed it with encouraging noises.
From the spitting and slurping noises I gathered it was getting sloppy down there. He carefully added a finger tip to his tongues efforts. All this time his left hand played with the head of my cock, rolling the pre-cum oozing out with his thumb, pulling it and spreading the pre-cum over the shaft. Pleasure coursed across my lower body. I pried his left hand off my favorite toy and inter-laced his fingers with my right hand. My left I laid encouragingly across his shoulder.
Two of his fingers now slowly worked in and out of my sloppy bottom. He pushed his knees up under my behind. He freed up his left hand and tore open a condom package with the help of his teeth.
I laughed at his style and smiled in approval, while he rolled the rubber on his long, fat cock with some difficulty. Once it was in place, he lubed it up.
"I'm going to ease in slow," he said as he teased my waiting asshole with the tip of his monster dick. He bent to kiss me again.
His kisses were soft and affectionate at first, almost worshipful. His love stick slid into my back door easily, but he didn't push after that. He waited. He tongue slipped into my mouth a little. I could hear his heart pounding.
His chest trembled. I pulled his chest tight against the back of my white thighs. My effort pulled his cock further into me. I loved it. My cock loved it and began twitching. Dane loved it too, if the action of his tongue and rapid panting indicated anything. He began stroking into my wet ass with expert movements of his own ass muscles. His body rolled across my frame like a wave. First the thrust, then his hairy belly slid across my aching stiff cock.
His chest rose above my body, before falling on me again. A big smile followed each wave accompanied by a loud pleasurable gasp. Then another stroke in my ass, another rub on my cock which was right on the edge of letting loose. Then his hairy chest rising above my smooth one. Then his beaming face falling to my lips, which drove his long cock further into my ass.
"I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I'm about to cum."
"Me too, buddy," I whispered back in a raspy voice.
Dane all but jumped off me and ended up leaning way back while still holding perfectly still inside me.
"Let's come together," he pleaded.
With his still gooey right hand he began to stroke me. The heaving and pushing of my cock pushed my ass on and off of his pulsating slimed-up prick. His panting grew louder and more rapid.
"I'm going to cum!" I told him as his fist flailed away on my inflamed rod.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" he cheered, then took me in his loving arms.
He began to fuck frantically. My cock rode wildly against his abdomen. His thrust were wicked and lust driven. His eyes glassed over. He let out another of his loud gasps. I started to shoot white globs into the sweaty hot plain between our writhing bodies. My asshole clamped down on his pistoning pecker.
He held himself deep inside me and screamed, "I love you, I love you."
I was going to love the next day when we met back home.