Sex in the Sky

” Revised version copyright 2006 by the author.”

I never used to believe that saying about bad things coming in threes. But when I lost my wife and my job in the same week, I began to wonder what was going to hit me next.

There’s nothing like hindsight. Often after the fact you can look back and tell yourself you should have seen it coming. But I was honestly shocked when my wife fell in love with someone else and asked for a divorce. Sure, our love life hadn’t been great lately, but she had never been wild about sex even when we were dating. When I said this to her the night she left, she shook her head.

“I was always crazy for you, Roy. You were the one who wasn’t interested. I thought something was wrong with me. Now I know that’s not true. I’ve met someone who loves me and who thinks I’m the hottest thing around.”

No hard feelings, she added, kissing me on the cheek. Then she walked out the door and left me to pick up the pieces.

Getting laid off, though, shouldn’t have come as a surprise. My company hadn’t been doing well for months. The downturn that started last fall really hit us hard. Still, I didn’t think my own job was in danger, even though they took me off some important projects and fired my assistants.

My wife left on a Tuesday night. When I walked into my area vice-president’s office that Friday morning and saw the look on his face, I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. All of a sudden I knew that my bad week was about to get worse.

He tried to be nice about it. He offered me a generous severance package and promised to give me good references. I found out later that he had been let go himself soon after he’d given me the ax.

I came home that afternoon to an empty silent house. I carried the boxes of stuff that I had cleaned out of my office from my car to the front hallway, put them on the floor and went to the couch in the living room. For the next several hours I sat, not moving, until it was dark. Finally I went to the bedroom that my wife and I had shared until recently. Without bothering to get undressed I lay down in the middle of the king-sized bed and stared at the ceiling until I fell asleep.

I forced myself to get up and eat the next morning, but I walked around the house for the next few days in a daze. I felt as if someone had punched me in the gut. Everything I had worked for and believed in had turned to ashes. I had failed both at my job and at my marriage. What was I going to do?

My cell phone rang once in a while, filling up with messages from friends and co-workers who had heard what had happened to me and were concerned. Finally I turned it off. I didn’t respond to their messages or call any of them back.

A few days later an idea came to me. It was evening and the Texas summer heat had subsided. I had walked outside and was staring at my dark blue Jeep Cherokee sitting in the driveway. It was almost new–I had bought it last year, when things were still going well–and in great shape. I could drive it anywhere I wanted. I had money in my pocket, for the time being, at least. Why not get away from this mess for a few days, a week maybe, do some thinking on the road? Maybe then I could figure out how to get on with my life.

The next morning I called and had my paper delivery suspended. That day I ran a few errands that I needed to do before leaving. In the evening I packed a few clothes and essentials in an overnight bag for my planned departure the next day.

The morning dawned bright and sunny. I walked out the door with my luggage, such as it was. Hearing it slam shut behind me gave me a hollow feeling–it was as if a whole chapter was closing in my life. As I was throwing the bag in the back of my SUV I saw my next-door neighbor leaving for work–the lucky guy still had a job. I told him I was going out of town for a few days and asked him to keep an eye on the house.

“Going on a vacation with the missus?” he asked, smiling.

“No, alone. My wife left me last week,” I said. He blinked and promised to take care of things.

That was all I had to do. Soon I was driving out of Austin, heading north, armed with a sixpack of bottled water and a few roadmaps. I left the cell phone sitting on the living room table. I kept my eyes on the road and drove carefully. Other than that, I let my thoughts wander. But no revelations came to me, at least not that day.

By late afternoon I was well into the Panhandle, driving in hot, dusty and flat country. The dreary scenery matched my mood. I had to take a leak real bad–drinking all that water had caught up with me. I began looking for somewhere to stop. After some miles I saw a roadside rest stop, just a small turnoff with some picnic tables, vending machines, and rest rooms. Attempts at landscaping the area had long since succumbed to the unrelenting sun.

No one else was parked in the lot when I pulled in. I stopped in front of the men’s room and hurried inside to the urinal. I barely got unzipped before releasing what felt like a gallon of pee. As the painful pressure against my bladder eased I heaved a sigh of relief.

As the stream slowed to a trickle another sensation came to my mind. It felt good holding my cock, and I realized how long it had been since I’d gotten off. Julie and I hadn’t had sex for months while our marriage crumbled, and in my depressed state since she had left me I hadn’t even felt like masturbating. Now for the first time in quite a while I felt horny. I gave my penis a few tentative strokes and felt it begin to swell in my hand. I hadn’t heard any other cars pull up and I was quite sure I was alone at the rest stop. Still, I hesitated, uneasy about doing it out in the open.

There were two urinals side by side in the small men’s room, and two wooden stalls with toilets along the same wall a bit further from the entrance. If I was going to jack off it would be safer behind a closed door. I pushed open the door of the stall nearest the urinals, lowered my trousers and sat on the toilet. The sharp smell of disinfectant hit my nostrils but somehow this only made me hornier.

My cut cock sprang straight up when it was freed, already leaking clear fluid. I began to stroke it, spreading the precum over the head and shaft, spitting into my hand and adding it for more lubrication. Damn, that felt good. It wouldn’t take me long at this rate.

At that moment I heard the sound of a running motor approaching. Another car had entered the rest area and pulled up close to the restroom entrance. The driver killed the engine and in a moment I heard footsteps enter the men’s room. Despite the fact that he couldn’t possibly see me, I was embarrassed and stopped what I was doing.

The unknown man went to one of the urinals. As I waited for him to do his business and leave my eyes roved around the walls of the stall. In the harsh fluorescent light I saw that someone had gouged a small hole in the left wall, above the roll of toilet paper. If I looked through it I could get a view of whoever was at the urinal.

Suddenly I was consumed by curiosity. I hadn’t been naked with anyone in a locker room or shower for years. I wanted to see someone else’s organ, compare it with my own. I leaned forward as quietly as I could and put my eye to the peephole.

Whoever had made the hole had done it with this exact purpose in mind. I couldn’t see his face, but otherwise I had a perfect view of the unknown man standing at the urinal farthest from the stall. He was wearing a striped dress shirt and khaki pants. A strong hand with sparse black hair growing on the back gripped the cock that stuck out from his fly. It was circumcised and even in its soft state it was impressive, with a healthy pink head, out of which a thick golden stream made its way into the urinal. I could hear splashing noises as it hit the rubber guard at the bottom.

My breathing was coming fast and shallow. My cock, which had softened somewhat when I stopped jerking it, was fully hard again. There was something exciting and naughty about spying on someone’s private act this way. My eye was glued to the peephole, and almost without realizing it my hand began to move again on my own cock as I watched the stranger finish taking his leak.

He shook his organ once or twice and flushed. With disappointment I knew the show was over and he would leave in a moment. I hadn’t cum yet and the pressure in my loins was stronger than ever. Once he left I would finish myself off and hopefully get some relief from the sexual tension built up over months.

I had taken my eye from the peephole, as twisting my body had become uncomfortable. After a moment I realized to my surprise that I had heard no further sounds, no footsteps or running water indicating the man was washing his hands. He hadn’t left. In fact, he hadn’t moved.

Cautiously I peered out the hole again. The unknown man was still standing in front of the urinal. His fly was unzipped and his cock was still out. It wasn’t soft any more, though. It was stiff and erect as he stroked it slowly with his hairy hand.

With a shock I realized that he knew I was watching him and was putting on a show for me. I had half a mind to zip up quickly and run out the door, get away from this pervert. I couldn’t move, though. It was as if my butt were glued to the toilet seat and my eye to the peephole. I took hold of my own hard cock and began to stroke it in unison with my faceless companion.

He continued to work his penis, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, now and then shaking it up and down by the root. He pulled out his hairy ball sack as well, fondling it with one hand as he masturbated with the other. I felt myself getting close and slowed my pace down, not wanting to shoot my load before him.

My anonymous partner’s hand began to move faster and faster on his shaft. Soon I heard harsh gasps outside my stall. The man’s body bucked back and forth. He thrust his hips toward the urinal, aiming his cock at it as white spurts shot from its head and hit the porcelain. By now I was in a fever of excitement and the sight of his ejaculation pushed me over the edge. A muffled groan of pleasure escaped my clenched jaw as I released my own load into the toilet bowl. I heard soft splashes as the semen shot from my cock and hit the water beneath.

As I caught my breath I heard the urinal being flushed,then the sound of running water and a paper towel being torn from the dispenser. Quick footsteps tapped past the stall, then I heard a motor roar to life outside. By the time I had cleaned myself up, flushed the toilet, pulled up my pants and stepped out of the stall, the man was gone. I had never seen his face.

Some time later I was back on the road, thinking about what had happened. I had always walked the straight path in life, had never had any experiences with other men. So what did that scene back at the rest stop mean? I hadn’t made any real contact with the man. I wouldn’t recognize him if I saw him on the street. I told myself it had been an aberration, an impulsive act caused by my horniness and recent stress.

As I fell asleep late that evening in a small motel room, though, the last image I saw in my mind as I drifted off to sleep was a veined, hairy, masculine hand, stroking an erect penis.

The next morning I checked out and set off again. I still wasn’t sure where I was going. From where I was it would be easy to get to any of several states. The weather continued hot and dry, the terrain flat and featureless. By noon I was more than ready for a break.

I saw a large sign at the side of the road: “Family Restaurant.” In the arid surroundings its gaudy colors leaped to the eye. It had its intended effect on me as I turned in to the restaurant parking lot a half-mile later. I needed to stretch my legs and fill my stomach.

The dining room was spacious, cool and, despite the hour, almost empty. A bustling, cheerful waitress served me as diligently as if I were in a four-star restaurant, and the food was delicious. I ate a barbecue beef sandwich, sipped iced tea and looked out the large glass window at the traffic passing by.

I finished a piece of chess pie for dessert and paid the bill, leaving a nice tip for my hardworking server. I had no place I needed to get to, and sitting doing nothing was so pleasant that I didn’t want to move just yet. I looked around the restaurant again, thinking I might ask for one more refill of tea before I left.

I saw a man sitting in a booth against the far wall of the dining room, facing in my direction. I hadn’t noticed him before. Maybe he had come in while I was eating. He had a cup of coffee in front of him and was reading a newspaper. As if aware that I was looking at him he glanced up and our eyes met. I quickly looked away, but not before I had noted his direct stare and the beginnings of a smile on his face.

A few moments passed and I worked up the nerve to glance in his direction again. He was older than me by maybe ten or fifteen years, dark hair turning gray, dressed in work shirt, jeans and cowboy boots. His face was craggy and lined and looked as if he smiled often.

As luck would have it, at that moment he looked up and caught me looking at him again. I ducked my head, embarrassed. My face felt hot and my heart was pounding. What’s more, I was aware of a stirring in my crotch. What was happening to me? I shifted in my seat and tried to move my legs to relieve the pressure.

I knew I should get up and leave. But I didn’t move. After a few more minutes of agony I told myself I was being ridiculous. Why was I letting a total stranger intimidate me? With a boldness I didn’t feel inside I looked up again.

The man had put down his paper and was staring, nailing me with a pair of piercing dark eyes. I could feel a blush rising again but, determined not to back down, I held his gaze. A smile spread slowly across his face and I was surprised at how handsome he was. He was sprawled on the padded bench of his booth, slumped down with his legs apart. I let my eyes flicker downward and saw movement in the shadows underneath the table. One hand was rubbing the bulge between his legs.

Sweat began to trickle down my face despite the blasting air-conditioning. I licked dry lips. Suddenly the man got up and strode across the room. For an awful moment I thought he was heading for my table, but he instead he walked toward the back of the restaurant and disappeared into a small, darkened hallway. I saw a sign fixed to the wall above the opening: “Rest Rooms.”

When my legs hoisted my body upright I was sure I was leaving, relieved that the mysterious encounter was over. Instead I found they were carrying me in the same direction the stranger had gone. I told myself I needed to go before I hit the road again.

I pushed open the door marked “Men” and found myself in a tiny lavatory, containing a basin with a mirror over it, one urinal, and one stall, whose door was closed. I had barely entered when a voice came from the stall.

“Lock the door.”

I was so surprised I couldn’t speak for a moment. Finally I croaked, “What?”

“Lock the door. Hurry.”

I turned around and sure enough, the door had a deadbolt. I pushed at it. At first it didn’t move, then it fell into place with a “clack.” I heard a noise behind me and turned toward the stall. The door was open a crack and a hand from inside beckoned me forward.

The few steps to the stall seemed to take an eternity. As I reached it, the door opened wider and I saw the man who had been sitting in the dining room perched on the toilet, his jeans pushed down to his ankles. I hesitated and he waved me forward again with more impatience.

“C’mon. We don’t have much time.”

Finally I was inside the stall. It was so small I couldn’t close the door. The man on the toilet rubbed his hands up and down my hips. He stared at the swelling mound of my fly and licked his lips. With one hand he reached up, unbuckled my belt, and drew the zipper down. In a second my pants and underwear were halfway down my thighs. My erection jutted out, hard and dripping.

“Very nice.” Without another word he gripped my bare butt, drawing me forward, and took me in his mouth. At the first contact I gasped and threw my head back. The sensation was electrifying. My wife had given me oral sex once in a great while, always with reluctance and for as short a time as possible. Her halfhearted efforts were nothing at all like the hot slippery pleasure that now engulfed me.

He continued to work, sucking with a hard intensity, flicking his tongue around the head. In only a few minutes I felt my climax rising but was helpless to stop it. A strangled cry escaped my lips as my knees buckled. Had the other man’s grip not tightened on my body I would have pitched forward as my cock exploded. I managed to brace myself with my arms against the wall as I shot, and shot again into his mouth. I heard faint gurgles coming from the stranger who still held me completely inside him, his nose pressed into my pubic hair.

At last he pulled back, released my softening organ and looked upward.

“That was fast.”

I was embarrassed again, and somehow humiliated that I hadn’t been able to hold back. “I’m sorry,” I said. I pulled up my pants and began stuffing my shirt back into them, thinking only to get out of there as quick as I could.

“Whoa. Don’t be sorry. That was great.”

I stopped and stared at him. “Great?”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and winked at me. “Sure was. Nothing better than giving head to hot young fellas like you.”

I shook my head, uncomprehending. “I’ve got to go. See you.”

Without waiting for a reply I unlocked the restroom door, hurried out of the restaurant and jumped into my Wrangler. Soon I was roaring down the road.

My thoughts were in turmoil. For the second time in two days I had let myself be drawn into something I had never done before, something that went against everything I had been taught. I told myself I hadn’t been an active participant. I hadn’t done anything except stand and let it happen. I shook my head when I thought of the other man in the toilet. Great, he said. He had enjoyed sucking my cock, had swallowed my cum. How sick was that?

The only good thing was that somehow I had been shaken out of my lethargy. I felt more alert, and interested in what life held in store for me. I noticed cars passing by with colorful plates on their bumpers, splashed with orange and yellow. “Land of Enchantment,” they read. New Mexico. The idea of going there intrigued me. I wasn’t too far from the town that people had told me was the most enchanting place in the state–Santa Fe. I made up my mind. That was where I was headed.

Later that afternoon I got on the interstate heading west and crossed the border into New Mexico. Soon I noticed the scenery had changed. I was still driving through desert country, arid and desolate. Here, however, the terrain was spectacular. Huge rock formations jutted from the earth, near and far, forming ever-changing vistas. Gray mists covered distant mountains. I drove through a brief but intense rain shower that ended after only a few miles, after which the desert sun beat down as bright as ever. I began to understand the reason for the license plate slogan.

A lot of this was Indian territory. The highway was dotted with signs indicating that I was entering one reservation after another. Occasionally huge new constructions rose by the side of the highway, incongruous sights, announced with garish billboards and electronic marquees spelling out coming entertainment attractions. By building these gambling casinos the tribes had figured out a way to make money, appealing to the baser instincts of the white man. I chuckled at the irony of it all.

Santa Fe, by contrast, emerged so smoothly from the surroundings I hardly noticed I was approaching it at first. I began to see square, flat-roofed constructions rising from the countryside, colored in various earthen tones. I remembered that the city had an ordinance requiring uniformity of appearance and the use of traditional materials and architecture. This gave the place a unique look.

As the doors slid closed we embraced and shared a passionate kiss as the elevator rose. Still embracing after our kiss Dale said in a whisper “I don’t have any condoms.”

In the same voice and tone I responded “you act as if you think we’re going to have sex.”

Dale pulled back with an almost startled look on her face and saw I was smiling and knew I was kidding and just as eager as she was.

She slapped me on the arm and smiling said “creep.”

I pulled the room key card from my pocket and said “I’ve got what we need in my room” and after a pause of the proper length to denote at least some faux reluctance she nodded. I pushed my key card into the slot on the button panel and pushed the button for my floor.

Dale looked at me questioningly and I explained my room was on the concierge level and you needed the right kind of coded key card to get the elevator to stop on that floor.

We walked to the room with my arm around her shoulders and hers around my waist. Entering the room we again embraced and engaged in the most passionate kiss of the evening so far.

We parted and Dale walked further into the room as I took off my sports coat and hung it up, and she removed and dropped hers onto the back of the desk chair.

Dale was looking out the window as I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her and kissed and nibbled her neck. Dale leaned back into me and laid her head to one side, exposing her neck to my lips.

After a minute or so I sat on the love seat and Dale straddled my legs and knelt facing me, sitting on my thighs. We engaged in more kissing our tongues in a fierce battle as I ran my hands over the outside of Dale’s arms and shoulders and down her sides to her waist.

After making out for several minutes Dale leaned back, unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it from her waistband, shrugged it off her shoulders and dropped it onto the floor at my feet.

We’d maintained eye contact as she’d removed her shirt and we kissed again after she’d dropped it, my hands running up and down her back. And this time as I caressed her body my hands moved lower, moving over her hips and ass feeling her through her pants.

Again Dale leaned back, placing her hands on my knees exposing her nude upper body to my view. Dale had no breasts to speak of; just nipples and they were erect, dark, long and thick, almost as long as the first joint on my little finger and her left one was pierced with a small diamond hanging from the jewelry she wore in it.

Dale moaned as I passed my finger tips over her nipples, causing them to flip up as my fingers moved over them. Running my hands further down over her flat belly I saw she also had a pierced navel, a Dolphin pendant hanging from the belly ring, all very feminine.

Bringing her mouth back to mine Dale placed her hand down between us cupping my crotch, feeling my erection through my clothes as we kissed.

Things were moving along nicely but I had to stop before we went too far to stop.

I hadn’t bathed since I’d gotten up this morning at five-thirty so when our mouths next parted I whispered to Dale “I need to shower, join me?”

Dale nodded and hopped from my lap, leaned over and kissed me a quick one then walked towards the bathroom.

I waited until I’d heard the shower start as Dale adjusted the water temperature. Then I got up and went to my bag, dug through it, took out several condoms and placed them on the bedside table. Sitting on the edge of the bed I removed my shoes and socks, stood and dropped my pants then padded into the bathroom too.

There was no tub in this room just a large shower with frosted glass on two sides. Dale was already in the shower as I removed the rest of my clothes and looked at her body through the opaque glass as she let the water run over her, her back to me.

I glanced down at the small pile of clothing Dale had dropped onto the floor and unless they were under the pants there were no panties or underwear of any kind in view.

I opened the hinged shower door and stepped in, it closing with a click behind me as I stood by the wall. I admired the view of Dale from behind, the softness of her body, the way her hips flared from her narrow waist, the round smoothness of her ass, the long, thin, shapeliness of her legs.

With a worried look on her face Dale glanced over her left shoulder at me without turning her body and in that moment I knew, I knew Dale’s sex.

Softly I said “Dale, turn around for me.”

Dale didn’t move other then to lower her head.

I said quietly “it’s alright, I know. It doesn’t matter, turn around and let me look at you.”

Again Dale gave me an over the shoulder look then slowly turned to face me while we maintained eye contact.

I looked into Dale’s eyes for a moment more then moved mine slowly downward until they arrived at the definitive answer to Dale’s sex.

Dale was shaved and below this bare area hung the sweetest little cock I’d seen in a long time. Dale was cut and soft it was about two inches.

I stepped forward and took Dale into my arms and kissed him again, passionately.

Dale responded hesitantly and a little tensely at first then with building passion, placing his arms around my neck.

Taking my mouth from his I looked into his still worried eyes and smiling said “relax; it really doesn’t matter.”

“When did you know?”

“Not until you looked over your shoulder at me a moment ago. The look on your face gave you away.”

Stepping back I took the bar of soap from the tray, unwrapped it and while using it to soap his chest went on saying “all evening, ever since you sat across from me at the airport I’ve been going back and forth in my mind on whether you were male or female, I just couldn’t decide.”

Dale took the soap from me and began to wash me and said “your friend thought I was a woman.”

“I know, so did the waiter at the restaurant, but I was never sure. And let me tell you it’s quite an accomplishment to fool George, and wouldn’t he flip knowing how wrong he was.”

“And it doesn’t upset you that I’m not a woman?” he asked.

I soaped my hands up while looking into his eyes and after placing the soap back in the soap dish I looked down and took his soft cock in my hands and while cleaning it said “no, I found your androgyny somewhat intriguing. And now the issue is settled I still want to be with you very much.” Looking back up and deeply into his eyes repeated softly “very much.”

After that we finished washing each other quickly and stepped out of the shower, dried and fell onto the bed kissing. Dale lay on top of me grinding his cock into mine as my hands moved up and down his back and over his smooth ass.

We made out for several minutes before he began to slide downward stopping to lick at my nipples, his hand cupping my balls working his fingers to massage them, rolling them.

After licking each nipple Dale moved down to my cock and held it in one hand as he licked up the shaft from the base. He took the head of my cock between his lips and ran his tongue over and around the head before swallowing me. Holding the base of my cock Dale’s mouth began to move up and down on me as he held my balls in the palm of his other hand.

He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around my scrotum squeezing my balls into a smaller sack, much like if I were wearing a strap. As he continued to bob his head on my member he began to gently tug downward on my sack and I was experiencing these wonderful feelings as he pulled and released my constricted balls.

Dale’s puffy lips felt amazing as they moved up and down my cock and at the end of each upstroke my cock head would pass through those lips and they’d pause just a second against it, pursed as if in a kiss before they parted, sliding downward over my cock again.

I was only able to take about five minutes of this fantastic head from Dale before I had to ask him to stop. Dale moved back up my body and again lay atop me as we kissed for another minute or so, his knees on either side of me as I cupped his ass.

Rolling Dale off me onto his side we kissed for a bit more then pressing against his shoulder I urged him onto his back.

I slid down and took his almost female-like right nipple between my lips and flicked it with my tongue and heard a moan of satisfaction from him. As I licked and sucked this nipple I played with the other as Dale’s hand caressed the back of my head and neck, his fingers moving through my hair. After a couple of minutes of making oral love to his nipples I moved down his body and lay beside him looking at his cock.

He was soft but wet with his precum from having been erect earlier. He leaked precum but not nearly as much as I do when excited. He was cut, about two inches and it stood upright but leaning slightly to one side.

I ran my finger through the precum that was pooled in a little crease at the base of his shaft and with that lubed finger I lightly ran the fingertip over his cock and teased the head as it slowly began to lengthen and harden.

When fully erect it was a nice six inches with a flared head and I spied another dollop of precum as it dribbled out of the pee hole and with the tip of my tongue I licked it up and savored the taste.

Wanting more I took his cock into my mouth and began to go down on him, his shaft sliding between my lips. On the upstroke I held the head between my lips and swirled my tongue over it before swallowing him again. I bobbed my head and played with his balls for about five minutes when Dale stopped me because he wasn’t ready to cum yet either.

Dale spun around and we lay head to head, our feet in opposite directions and kissed for a bit before moving into a 69. I didn’t suck Dale at first wanting to give him a moment to calm down but he sucked me back into his mouth as I held his cock and played with his balls.

After a minute or two I rolled onto my back pulling Dale over me as I did and took his cock back into my mouth.

Dale fucked my mouth as he went down on me his hips moving up and down as his cock slipped back and forth between my lips, my hands on his cheeks.

Looking up I see for the first time Dale’s asshole and mentally shake my head. His asshole was a puffy edged, slightly red long slit and almost had the appearance of being a pussy, bringing the androgyny of Dale full circle.

I rubbed a finger gently over the edge of Dale’s rear hole and it contracts and relaxes to my touch. Dale’s rhythmic fucking of my mouth changed to a slower pace as I stimulated his asshole.

A minute later he rolled off me and the bed then leaned down and kissed me and said “I’ll be right back.”

He was gone less then ten seconds when he handed me the little bottle of complementary hand lotion from the vanity then got back as he had been.

Our cocks back in each others mouth I opened the bottle and shook some out onto his ass. Using my fingertip I used the lotion to lube Dale’s hole, pushing my finger in to the second knuckle. As I push more lube into him I add another finger and Dale responds by uttering short, sharp, moaning grunts onto my cock and rolling his hips as I finger fuck his hole.

After several minutes of this play Dale rolled off me and sat with his legs curled under him. He reached for the bottle of lotion and poured some onto his hands and worked them together spreading it. He straightened his legs out towards me and rolled onto his left side as he brought his left knee up towards his hip keeping it flat on the bed.

With his lubricated hand he began to play with his asshole pushing three fingers into himself right off. After a minute he added the fourth finger and his thumb then pushed them all into his asshole to the third knuckle. He pulled his hand out until just the tips of his fingers were left in his hole, his hand and fingers looking like a wedge, then pushed them all back in.

After another minute’s play he took his hand out and wiped it on the towel we’d dropped by the bed, tore open a condom package, scooted over and unrolled it over my cock.

Next he knelt over me holding my cock aimed at his asshole and then sat on it. I slid in easily, Dale taking me to my balls all at once. Sitting flat on my hips with my cock buried in his ass he moved his ass in a tight little circle while holding himself up with his hands on my chest.

He began to rise and fall on my cock as I played with his extended nipples. Using his legs and arms he lifted his ass until my cock was barely in him then slammed back down onto it again.

We fucked like this for maybe four or five minutes when I said “let’s change positions.”

He slid his ass off my cock and lay on his back across and on the edge of the bed with his knees pulled to his chest.

I walked around from the opposite side of the bed and stood in front of him at the edge and entered him again.

I held his legs with my hands on the back of his thighs as he played with his nipples. I watched as his semi-hard cock swayed back and forth, precum bubbling out of the head as I fucked into him.

After six or seven minutes I was getting close to cumming when he said “how about another change of position?”

I nodded and backed off, my cock slipping from his asshole and hanging down still hard. As Dale got off the bed I squeezed hard against the base of my cock, a method that for me always helped in delaying my cumming.

After getting off the bed he leaned over the desk in front of the window after moving the chair aside. His feet were spread wide and he looked back at me and said “fuck me.”

Moving behind him I rubbed the condom covered head of my cock up and down over his anal opening before pushing back in. Holding onto his hips I fuck my cock in and out of him as he laid flat across the table.

As I pushed into him he said through ragged breaths “harder and faster” and I began to slam my hips against his ass and increased the pace of my thrusting.

It took only about three more minutes before I was on the verge of cumming and Dale must have sensed this as he suddenly stood pulling his ass off my cock again. He turned, squatted and ripped the condom from my cock and held the head pointed at his mouth just as I began to shoot. His aim was true as most of what I spurted went into his mouth.

My cock done spurting, there was a thick inch and a half long drip of cum hanging from my piss hole. Dale lifted my cock higher and with his head leaning way back, waited until it dropped into his wide open mouth then passed his tongue along the bottom of my shrinking shaft until he took the head between his lips. He held it in his mouth for only a few seconds before releasing it.

Dale swallowed everything he had caught in his mouth then stood, put his arms around my neck and we kissed my arms around his waist.

As we kissed I lifted him up and sat him on the desktop then pulled the chair back over and sat on it between his wide spread legs.

He leaned back on the palms of his hands, his feet on top of my legs as I went down on him again. As I sucked he moaned and made little sounds of contentment, sounding not unlike a woman would.

I’d sucked him for three or four minutes when he began to hump his hips, saying, almost whining “oh Bill that feels so good, don’t stop, suck me, suck my cock” as he neared his nut.

I moved my mouth up and down his length and when his body language told me he was going to cum I held his cock in my mouth swirling my tongue around its head as he shot his load, swallowing what he gave me. After his cock finished pulsing I looked up at him and smiled then kissed his softening cock head.

Standing I stood between his spread legs and took him into my arms again as we passionately kissed for a minute or so before picking him up from the desktop, turning and lying him on the bed. I crawled in next to him and we cuddled, spooning, falling asleep together.

We slept until about five-thirty in the morning when we got up and showered together then dressed.

In spite of knowing the truth I couldn’t help but notice that even in the rumpled clothes from last night Dale again looked more feminine then masculine.

As we stood together kissing I asked “care to have breakfast with me?”

Dale thought a moment and said “very much. But I’d like to go to my room and change first.”

Kissing him again I said “don’t be long.”

Dale asked “fifteen minutes?”

I nodded and said “we’ll meet in the lobby.”

Dale picked up his jacket and threw it over his arm, walked to the door and with his hand on the knob stopped and hesitated before pushing the lever down to open the door. He stood with his back to me for two or three seconds before turning halfway around and looking back at me said “I’ll understand when we get downstairs when you refer to me as a girl. In fact I prefer it that way. I know how I look and like that people think of me that way.”

Nodding in reply was the only way I could think to respond and then Dale left.

We met in the lobby fifteen minutes later as we’d arranged and walked into the hotel restaurant and had breakfast.

George and another colleague joined us shortly after we’d sat and we all enjoyed our breakfast and conversation, laughing to one after another of George’s stories.

When we’d finished our breakfast I walked Dale back to the elevators and as we hugged Dale whispered into my ear “thank you. You’ve been the best time I’ve had in quite a while.”

I responded “I appreciate that but believe me, the pleasure was all mine” and we kissed one last time.

The elevator announced its arrival and I watched as he stepped into the car and then door closed and Dale was gone.

George walked over and put his hand on my shoulder and asked “so, how was she?”

Staring at the closed door I thought a moment, gave a short one syllable ironic laugh and replied “Dale was more then you’d think, a little different but a lot of fun and very good company.”

George slapped me on the back and said happily “well partner, isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be.”

I was in New York about eight months ago and went to the restaurant where Dale worked but he wasn’t in that night. I asked the manager if I could leave a message for him and wrote out “sorry I missed you tonight, understand you’re in Toronto. Please give me a call when you get back” and wrote down my number.

I’ve yet to hear from Dale. The manager struck me as someone who’d keep their word so my guess is its Dale’s choice not to call and I can accept that.

Perhaps when I get back to New York again Dale will be in should I call at the restaurant. Perhaps this time I won’t ask for him and see how it works out.

But regardless I’ll always remember Dale if for nothing else, for the uniqueness of being an individual.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” The Man hissed, viciously twisting Gerald’s head back and clamping his mouth with a huge hand. “When I say beg…you beg, got it?”

Gerald looked back in terror and nodded, wincing in pain as the beast fucked his arse furiously.

“Please cum,” he whimpered, laying his head on the grass in an attitude of total submission.

The hand moved from his mouth and slapped onto his upraised buttock with a loud smack. “Louder!”

“Please! Please cum!”

The beast raged on without missing a stroke as the hand beat down hard and fast. “Keep goin’!”

“O God, cum! You the fucking daddy! Give it to me…Cummmm!”

“That’s right bitch…I’m the fuckin’ daddy…fuckin’ your arse…makin’ you beg!”

“Fuck it! Please cuuuuuummm!”

“Ahhhh, yeaaaahhhh…you gonna get it in that fuckin’ hole…”

“No! Daddy, nooooo-Ohhhhhh…”

“…all over your arse, too, bitch!”

“…Ohhh, yesssss!”

“And right in your dirty mouth!”

“Yes, daddy! Shoot it all in my mouth!”

“Feel those big balls…full o’ spunk…all for you, bitch!”

“Give it me…want you…so bad…taste you…ppplllllleeeeeeeeaaassssssssssseee!”

Gerald clasped his hands together in an attitude of prayer, fervently willing his assailant to finish what he’d started. Usually he could judge the moment by tasting the increased flow of pre-cum on his tongue and, sometimes but not always, pulling back to take it over his face. Since this option was unavailable to him, he relied on listening to the man’s breathing which deepened with every beat, becoming harsh and ragged, interspersed with curses and groans and a feral growling that suggested the beast had truly taken him over. Having never experienced such a brute before he had no idea how much longer he had to endure. He wondered if this was not a man at all, but some demon possessing him. An unearthly clamour rose and fell behind him, crushing his faint plea for mercy.

“‘I’ll never walk straight again!’ “was Gerald’s last coherent thought as the beast slammed into his overwrought flesh and swelled like thunder before the storm. A hand gripped the back of his neck, pushing his face into the grass. A grunting crescendo assailed his ears, warning him of the imminent explosion, but in no way preparing him for the torrent of spunk that rent his arse asunder.

Gerald screamed, and screamed again as another hot blast swiftly followed the first, searing him with more molten jism that dripped on his skin like hot wax as the beast pulled back, spitting furiously in all directions as its prey was roughly turned over, presenting it with a fresh target.

“Come on now bitch!” The Man purred, kneeling on Gerald’s chest, “eat my fuckin’ cum!”

Gerald opened his mouth as his head was lifted up to gratefully take a steamy load on his tongue, swallowing it as the beast leapt gleefully at his face. He clutched at the enormous balls and squeezed hard, sucking more spunk with a moan of utter bliss. This is what he came for! The pain subsided as an influx of fresh pleasure suffused his taste buds with each creamy gulp.

“Oh yeah, swallow it…fffuuuuucckkk yeeeaaahhhhhh! Squeeze my balls…sssssssuck my spunnnnnk…oohh shhhhiitt…don’t stop, bitch! Finger my arse…eat it aaalllll!”

“‘Good God! How much more can there be?’ “Gerald thought, sliding his finger along the sweaty, hirsute crack. His question was abruptly answered with a flurry of juice that filled his mouth as his finger probed inside the hot hole.

“Fuck it…another one…yyeeeeeeeeaaah, deeper, harder…yeaaaaah, bitch!”

A delicious wave gagged him, flooding his throat and choking him utterly, spraying from his nose and lips as he pushed two fingers in, wriggling them round. He wondered if it was possible to drown in this manner, realised it might just be and began to panic, spluttering on another cum blast, his eyes rolling back wildly.

“Don’t waste it!” The Man cried, tightening his grip on the back of Gerald’s head and pinching his nose. “Drink that cum…eat my meat…all of it, bitch! Yeahhh…finger my arse deep…fuckin’ cock sucker…swallow it, swaaalllowww iiiiittttt! Goooood!”

The beasts strength was ebbing, though still flowing, in Gerald’s mouth, as the grip on his nose relented, allowing a thin stream of oxygen in to succour his distress. A bubbly froth of spunk, not unlike the wake of a torpedo, spumed around the thick shaft as it brutally fucked his face, rocking his head back and forth. He felt his gorge rise at the violent impact at the back of his throat and held on desperately, unwilling to relinquish a single drop of hard earned cum. All good things, however, must cum to an end. Thin spurts of cum shot from the depleted sacs rubbing on his sticky chin, forced out by his fingers and lips, probing and sucking for the dregs.

The Man gave a long, drawn out groan and uncoiled his full length slowly, shuddering in the after shocks. He wiped himself carefully over Gerald’s face, ignoring his rasping intake of air, and slapped the head contemptuously on his cheeks. “Kinky bitch! Take your fingers out,” he grunted, feeling them slither out obediently, “and thank the daddy good…now, kiss my arse!”

Thank you.” Gerald said, laying meekly upon the sweat-spunk stained grass and smacking his lips on the juicy black ring in gratitude.

“You come see the daddy again, bitch, an’ maybe I let you fuck that hole. Oh yeah…” he grunted, relieving himself over Gerald’s supine body. “…Shove your tongue in! Lick it…kiss it…worship my black hole…you love it, yeah…think ’bout it when you jerk off.”

Gerald badly wanted to jerk himself off now, but was constrained by having to hold the Man’s arse cheeks to prevent himself being crushed. He pulled them apart and dug his tongue deep, perversely enjoying the hot, steamy stream of piss over his chest and stomach and, oh joy! over his aching cock and balls, splashing his flesh like an animal marking its territory. With a grunt the man stood up, dribbling over Gerald’s face and, with a final reminder to remember him, the beast vanished into the undergrowth.

“Never again!” Gerald vowed as he staggered home to where his wife slept in ignorant bliss. He took a quick shower, cleansing his body, but not his mind, and slipped under the sheet with a guilty sigh, content to rest and forget — until the next time.